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lavandarlizard2...I may just have a coronary now and get it over with.
But until then, here's more. *geez, I am TIRED*
BFB - 087c - Strange Days V
Our Banshee is in the office again today. I could hardly believe it when he showed up two days ago with Heero; I was all ready to rip Heero a new one for dragging the bedraggled creature here, when Duo explained that he was just sick of his room and he wanted to get back to work. He did not even argue when Heero took him home after only a few hours. He tires easily; Heero says that Mistress Loquinn and Dr French see that as perfectly normal. It will get better in a few days.
There is no question of him going out on assignments yet, and smart creature that he is, he hasn’t asked to. He’s at his desk instead, slogging gamely through the paperwork that has filled his ‘in’ box. He has moments of shakiness and is occasionally unsteady on his feet, but he’s doing his job. Sometimes loud noises startle him; if someone comes up to him too silently, he will flinch when they speak, but none of that is obvious. You would have to know him well for those minute twitches to register as wrong.
Everyone in the office is hovering over him, though, ready to jump if he even looks like he needs assistance. We have not been told exactly what happened to our Banshee; Q and Heero have been furiously tight-lipped and the Weres just glare and ignore any questions of that nature. I have my own suspicions, but the rest of us don’t really need to know what happened to Duo; it is enough to know that *something* Very Bad happened to our Banshee. We are all on edge and looking for someone to disembowel.
I watch him get to his feet, wobbling just a bit, and gather his concentration to slowly cross the room to lay a bundle of parchments on Trowa’s desk. Trowa very deliberately brings his massive paw under Duo’s elbow, not touching him, but just hovering there, in case. And Duo, who would normally sneer at such a thing, turns a wan, grateful look the Puma’s way.
He turns carefully to reverse course and I have a good view of the resolve in his eyes. It is by no means the usual bubbling confidence that we are accustomed to, but it is still determination. Whatever has happened, it has not beaten him. It may have shaken him or made him cautious, but he has not broken under it, and I do not believe he will. The Banshee, I am certain, will come back eventually, when the memories are not so fresh or immediate.
I want so much to ask him; just cut through all of the secrecy, but Heero is in full Protective Dragon Mode, watching and glaring darkly at everyone who gets within ten feet of his Chosen.
What happened has affected Heero as much as Duo. I have not seen a smile or even a smirk from the Wyvern since that night. Anger smolders beneath everything he does now. Even with Duo he seems angry, as if he can’t set it aside even when holding his Chosen. I think... I think it may be making it harder for Duo, that anger of Heero’s. The Banshee almost seems to wilt under Heero’s protective eye. As if under that powerful shield he loses all confidence in himself, because Heero has no confidence in him.
Heero is with Q at the moment, and damn well pissed at having to leave Duo, even for a few minutes. He is in all likelihood threatening to have the five wizards of R&D killed, cooked and served for dinner. A few weeks ago it was setting the moat on fire; this time it involves some sort of experiment with demon dung. These mishaps always seem to require Heero’s immediate attention; not a good thing right now, given the Wyvern’s current high-strung and hair-trigger edginess. I don’t understand those five; it almost seems as if they deliberately create chaos. Like small children trying to attract a parent’s attention.
Oh. Oh, dear. Perhaps... Perhaps they are...
The consequences of that thought roll around in my head, trying to make themselves at home for a moment or two, but that is not my jurisdiction. You couldn’t pay me enough to babysit those lunatics. But... I’ll mention it to Heero. If it should turn out to have any sort of legs, he may just tear them to pieces.
He is certainly not in the mood for anything so petty right now.
Duo reaches for his soda, only to find it empty. An instant later, Enrique is offering a fresh, unopened bottle to him with a graceful bow. Duo blushes, but accepts it gratefully with murmured thanks. I think it’s time we had a refrigerator in the office. Going down to the dining hall to eat is one thing; having to run all that way for a drink is another entirely.
And Duo is certainly worth it.
...tbc...
But until then, here's more. *geez, I am TIRED*
BFB - 087c - Strange Days V
Our Banshee is in the office again today. I could hardly believe it when he showed up two days ago with Heero; I was all ready to rip Heero a new one for dragging the bedraggled creature here, when Duo explained that he was just sick of his room and he wanted to get back to work. He did not even argue when Heero took him home after only a few hours. He tires easily; Heero says that Mistress Loquinn and Dr French see that as perfectly normal. It will get better in a few days.
There is no question of him going out on assignments yet, and smart creature that he is, he hasn’t asked to. He’s at his desk instead, slogging gamely through the paperwork that has filled his ‘in’ box. He has moments of shakiness and is occasionally unsteady on his feet, but he’s doing his job. Sometimes loud noises startle him; if someone comes up to him too silently, he will flinch when they speak, but none of that is obvious. You would have to know him well for those minute twitches to register as wrong.
Everyone in the office is hovering over him, though, ready to jump if he even looks like he needs assistance. We have not been told exactly what happened to our Banshee; Q and Heero have been furiously tight-lipped and the Weres just glare and ignore any questions of that nature. I have my own suspicions, but the rest of us don’t really need to know what happened to Duo; it is enough to know that *something* Very Bad happened to our Banshee. We are all on edge and looking for someone to disembowel.
I watch him get to his feet, wobbling just a bit, and gather his concentration to slowly cross the room to lay a bundle of parchments on Trowa’s desk. Trowa very deliberately brings his massive paw under Duo’s elbow, not touching him, but just hovering there, in case. And Duo, who would normally sneer at such a thing, turns a wan, grateful look the Puma’s way.
He turns carefully to reverse course and I have a good view of the resolve in his eyes. It is by no means the usual bubbling confidence that we are accustomed to, but it is still determination. Whatever has happened, it has not beaten him. It may have shaken him or made him cautious, but he has not broken under it, and I do not believe he will. The Banshee, I am certain, will come back eventually, when the memories are not so fresh or immediate.
I want so much to ask him; just cut through all of the secrecy, but Heero is in full Protective Dragon Mode, watching and glaring darkly at everyone who gets within ten feet of his Chosen.
What happened has affected Heero as much as Duo. I have not seen a smile or even a smirk from the Wyvern since that night. Anger smolders beneath everything he does now. Even with Duo he seems angry, as if he can’t set it aside even when holding his Chosen. I think... I think it may be making it harder for Duo, that anger of Heero’s. The Banshee almost seems to wilt under Heero’s protective eye. As if under that powerful shield he loses all confidence in himself, because Heero has no confidence in him.
Heero is with Q at the moment, and damn well pissed at having to leave Duo, even for a few minutes. He is in all likelihood threatening to have the five wizards of R&D killed, cooked and served for dinner. A few weeks ago it was setting the moat on fire; this time it involves some sort of experiment with demon dung. These mishaps always seem to require Heero’s immediate attention; not a good thing right now, given the Wyvern’s current high-strung and hair-trigger edginess. I don’t understand those five; it almost seems as if they deliberately create chaos. Like small children trying to attract a parent’s attention.
Oh. Oh, dear. Perhaps... Perhaps they are...
The consequences of that thought roll around in my head, trying to make themselves at home for a moment or two, but that is not my jurisdiction. You couldn’t pay me enough to babysit those lunatics. But... I’ll mention it to Heero. If it should turn out to have any sort of legs, he may just tear them to pieces.
He is certainly not in the mood for anything so petty right now.
Duo reaches for his soda, only to find it empty. An instant later, Enrique is offering a fresh, unopened bottle to him with a graceful bow. Duo blushes, but accepts it gratefully with murmured thanks. I think it’s time we had a refrigerator in the office. Going down to the dining hall to eat is one thing; having to run all that way for a drink is another entirely.
And Duo is certainly worth it.
...tbc...
