...where am I...?
May. 31st, 2006 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2...who am I...? O.o Hm. Sorry. Existential crisis... Mixing shrimp lo mein and saurkraut is not high on the list of Good Things. And adding in Reese's peanut butter cups only makes it worse... ...bleh...
Two pilots strode through the rustic terrain, both of them worried. Duo had landed; they knew that from the proximity alert, but he wasn’t answering his comm, and he hadn’t shown up at the location within a reasonable amount of time.
They were both moving fast, but making almost no sound, so they had plenty of warning that someone else was on the path. Weapons in hand, they split up and melted into the brush. Whoever it was made more noise than a drunken elephant.
“...cretin! Stupid, rude, damn barbarian! ...my knees... ...my *blouse*... Lousy little longhaired *prick*! When I tell Heero...”
Heero and Quatre exchanged resigned looks and stepped out of their respective cover. Relena. No wonder Duo had to leave the apartment. Dammit.
They played a quick round of rock, paper, scissors; Heero won and Quatre sighed and arranged his expression into one of forbearance. He would deflect the princess this time. No wonder Duo wasn’t communicating; he probably couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
“Relena!” he called as she came into view on the path. She stopped, stared and burst into tears.
“Heero!” she wailed, plunging down the path at them. “Oh, Heero!”
Heero glided to the right; Quatre slid into position and caught Relena’s arms. “Princess! What are you doing here?” He noted the smears of blood on her face and dismissed it; high-g nosebleed, nothing to worry about.
No Duo behind her on the path. Heero frowned; turned. “Where is Duo?”
She attempted to untangle herself from Quatre, but he was quite skilled at hanging onto squirming critters and had no trouble keeping her in place.
“Back there!” she spat out. “Heero, he made me sit on the tool chest and hide in garbage—“
“He’s still in Deathscythe? What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“I don’t know; he hurt his leg or something. He made me help him *walk*!” she cried indignantly. “And he *yelled* at me!”
With a muttered curse, Heero spun on his heel and loped up the path.
The sight of Deathscythe in the moonlight, drunkenly hugging the sequoia, stopped him cold. If he was the sort of person who gaped, he would have done so. Instead, he just stared for several seconds.
Duo Maxwell had never made a landing that bad in his life.
~*~
“Duo!”
The shout brought his head up. Heero... Oh, freakin’ gods; finally!
“Heero...” He pushed himself upright and scrubbed at his face, trying futilely to hide the tears he couldn’t stop. “Heero!”
“I’m coming up,” he warned and a moment later he was in the hatchway. “Damn... Duo...”
“What?” he growled. “Didn’t mean to get so pissed at her, but –“
“Who; Relena? She’s fine; Quatre will take care of her. What happened to you?”
“Aw geez... Murphy happened,” he sighed as Heero bent to kiss his forehead.
“Again?” He knelt to feel around Duo’s obviously swollen knee and nearly got punched in the face when Duo spasmed.
“No! Ah! No touch! Crap!” he gasped, digging his fingers into the armrests.
“Is it broken?” Heero asked quietly, squeezing his hand. “It’s so swollen; I can’t tell what’s wrong.”
“I think I just... twisted something,” Duo gasped. “Went over a wall... Razor wire... Wound up kissing the asphalt...” He held his breath while Heero probed a bit more. When he finally took his hands away, Duo sighed. “I’m sorry I was rough on her, but...”
“You weren’t rough on her; the only mark on her is the nosebleed.” He blinked remembering something odd. “But what happened to her hair?”
Duo snorted painfully. “You like that? It was the only disguise I could come up with. Heero, she had Pargan drop her off out front in the *limo*.”
“Ah, crap... I’ll talk to her. Again. This has got to stop.”
“I told her that she could get herself killed; don’t know if it sank in or not.” He sighed heavily and wiped again at his eyes. “She almost got her head blown off. Ozzie chasing us; she asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, shooting at *her*. Heero, if your crystal ball is still saying that she’s important to ending this war, then you better get it to cough up *how* and give her something useful to do. I don’t think I can handle another trip like this one.” He sighed and then reached his arms around Heero’s neck, smirking affectionately, in spite of his obvious pain. “Carry me?”
Heero snorted. “I pretty much have to; you certainly can’t walk on that.” He scooped Duo into his arms and turned to the zip line. “I need a free hand; you okay for that?”
“Of course. Um... Heero... Do you suppose you could...?” He waved his hand vaguely around them.
“Quatre’s here; I’ll ask him to stow Deathscythe after we check you out.”
“Thanks,” Duo muttered in relief. “I was afraid we were gonna end up face down in the lake. That would’ve been really embarrassing.”
~*~
They heard the wails long before they came into sight of the camp.
“But it’s a *tent*! A *tent*!” cried Relena plaintively.
Duo blinked. “Oh. That’s right... I forgot that this is a campsite and not a cabin.”
Heero smirked against his hair. “Well, it’s Quatre’s idea of a campsite, at least.”
“Hot and cold running Maguanacs?”
“Not anymore. We finally ran them off a while ago. Quatre had some stuff for them to do. Rashid was not happy, but they went. They’ll be back by dusk tonight; maybe we can get them to do something with her.”
“Maybe Rashid can have a few words with Pargan. Like ‘shoot’ and ‘princess’ and ‘dead as a doornail’. Which is what she’ll be if she keeps this up.”
Heero sighed again. “I’ll talk to her.”
Two pilots strode through the rustic terrain, both of them worried. Duo had landed; they knew that from the proximity alert, but he wasn’t answering his comm, and he hadn’t shown up at the location within a reasonable amount of time.
They were both moving fast, but making almost no sound, so they had plenty of warning that someone else was on the path. Weapons in hand, they split up and melted into the brush. Whoever it was made more noise than a drunken elephant.
“...cretin! Stupid, rude, damn barbarian! ...my knees... ...my *blouse*... Lousy little longhaired *prick*! When I tell Heero...”
Heero and Quatre exchanged resigned looks and stepped out of their respective cover. Relena. No wonder Duo had to leave the apartment. Dammit.
They played a quick round of rock, paper, scissors; Heero won and Quatre sighed and arranged his expression into one of forbearance. He would deflect the princess this time. No wonder Duo wasn’t communicating; he probably couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
“Relena!” he called as she came into view on the path. She stopped, stared and burst into tears.
“Heero!” she wailed, plunging down the path at them. “Oh, Heero!”
Heero glided to the right; Quatre slid into position and caught Relena’s arms. “Princess! What are you doing here?” He noted the smears of blood on her face and dismissed it; high-g nosebleed, nothing to worry about.
No Duo behind her on the path. Heero frowned; turned. “Where is Duo?”
She attempted to untangle herself from Quatre, but he was quite skilled at hanging onto squirming critters and had no trouble keeping her in place.
“Back there!” she spat out. “Heero, he made me sit on the tool chest and hide in garbage—“
“He’s still in Deathscythe? What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“I don’t know; he hurt his leg or something. He made me help him *walk*!” she cried indignantly. “And he *yelled* at me!”
With a muttered curse, Heero spun on his heel and loped up the path.
The sight of Deathscythe in the moonlight, drunkenly hugging the sequoia, stopped him cold. If he was the sort of person who gaped, he would have done so. Instead, he just stared for several seconds.
Duo Maxwell had never made a landing that bad in his life.
~*~
“Duo!”
The shout brought his head up. Heero... Oh, freakin’ gods; finally!
“Heero...” He pushed himself upright and scrubbed at his face, trying futilely to hide the tears he couldn’t stop. “Heero!”
“I’m coming up,” he warned and a moment later he was in the hatchway. “Damn... Duo...”
“What?” he growled. “Didn’t mean to get so pissed at her, but –“
“Who; Relena? She’s fine; Quatre will take care of her. What happened to you?”
“Aw geez... Murphy happened,” he sighed as Heero bent to kiss his forehead.
“Again?” He knelt to feel around Duo’s obviously swollen knee and nearly got punched in the face when Duo spasmed.
“No! Ah! No touch! Crap!” he gasped, digging his fingers into the armrests.
“Is it broken?” Heero asked quietly, squeezing his hand. “It’s so swollen; I can’t tell what’s wrong.”
“I think I just... twisted something,” Duo gasped. “Went over a wall... Razor wire... Wound up kissing the asphalt...” He held his breath while Heero probed a bit more. When he finally took his hands away, Duo sighed. “I’m sorry I was rough on her, but...”
“You weren’t rough on her; the only mark on her is the nosebleed.” He blinked remembering something odd. “But what happened to her hair?”
Duo snorted painfully. “You like that? It was the only disguise I could come up with. Heero, she had Pargan drop her off out front in the *limo*.”
“Ah, crap... I’ll talk to her. Again. This has got to stop.”
“I told her that she could get herself killed; don’t know if it sank in or not.” He sighed heavily and wiped again at his eyes. “She almost got her head blown off. Ozzie chasing us; she asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, shooting at *her*. Heero, if your crystal ball is still saying that she’s important to ending this war, then you better get it to cough up *how* and give her something useful to do. I don’t think I can handle another trip like this one.” He sighed and then reached his arms around Heero’s neck, smirking affectionately, in spite of his obvious pain. “Carry me?”
Heero snorted. “I pretty much have to; you certainly can’t walk on that.” He scooped Duo into his arms and turned to the zip line. “I need a free hand; you okay for that?”
“Of course. Um... Heero... Do you suppose you could...?” He waved his hand vaguely around them.
“Quatre’s here; I’ll ask him to stow Deathscythe after we check you out.”
“Thanks,” Duo muttered in relief. “I was afraid we were gonna end up face down in the lake. That would’ve been really embarrassing.”
~*~
They heard the wails long before they came into sight of the camp.
“But it’s a *tent*! A *tent*!” cried Relena plaintively.
Duo blinked. “Oh. That’s right... I forgot that this is a campsite and not a cabin.”
Heero smirked against his hair. “Well, it’s Quatre’s idea of a campsite, at least.”
“Hot and cold running Maguanacs?”
“Not anymore. We finally ran them off a while ago. Quatre had some stuff for them to do. Rashid was not happy, but they went. They’ll be back by dusk tonight; maybe we can get them to do something with her.”
“Maybe Rashid can have a few words with Pargan. Like ‘shoot’ and ‘princess’ and ‘dead as a doornail’. Which is what she’ll be if she keeps this up.”
Heero sighed again. “I’ll talk to her.”
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Date: 2006-06-03 02:27 pm (UTC)Relena's spoiled, rich, spoiled, newly-royal, spoiled, a fifteen-year old female and spoiled. I'm sure we can all remember what little shits we were at fifteen. *rolls eyes* And she has a *really* hot guy to annoy.
Every day is reach out and smack someone day; the official date is just so we can all do it in unison. One giant *SMACK!!!* for mankind... ^__^