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I am so glad that my cats are deprived and don't eat 'wet' food.... Aminopterin... geez... >.< *cuddles hairballs*

Bit more of Duo's morning after. Or morning during. Or before. =p Eh, I don't know; it's morning, he hasn't had his coffee yet. ^__^

Part 098b - BFB - Lab Rat

As expected, it took a while in the shower to get the icky out of my hair and off of me, and looking at myself in the long mirror, I decided that I was definitely ready to trim a few feet off my hair; it was well past my knees again. I would ask Heero once this demon mess was cleared up.

I combed out, braided and dressed, then set about stripping the linens from my bed. Damn Heero anyway, for letting us go to sleep that way. Damn me too, come to think of it.

Housekeeping came just as I was about to set the hamper out, so I just handed it to the giggling House Elves. They snickered at me, obviously well aware of the pong. I shrugged and grinned; the elder of the two winked at me. Nice to know Heero and I amuse the staff.

~*~

I headed for the infirmary first; breakfast could wait.

Mistress Loquinn was in her office, writing a report, when I stuck my head in to ask if I could visit Wufei.

"Sure," she laughed, kicking back in her chair to plop her pink cowboy boots on the desk. "You might as well; everybody else has. Except Heero," she smirked. "And I imagine his attention was on you rather than that pissy Were-Dragon."

"Well... Kind of..." Mistress Loquinn has always been pretty nice to me, but she's also kind of intimidating. Her given name *is* Jezebel...

"Good; that's exactly where it should be," she grinned. "Go on in; he's having breakfast and grumbling at anyone who will listen. I told him twenty-four hours and I meant it; he's not leaving until 1325."

Wufei had a bed in the ward; only the seriously ill get a private room, since there are only two. And apparently getting shot doesn't qualify as 'serious'. I could hear him grumbling before I saw him. It sounded like he had company. Probably Trowa; he's pretty protective of the cranky Dragon.

I sure as shit wasn't expecting to find Trowa on one side of the bed, holding the plushy, and Farquahar on the other side, carefully cutting up sausages and feeding the pieces to an incredibly imperial-acting Wufei.

What the fuck?! What the hell was the demon doing here and why the hell was he *feeding* Wufei? And why was Wufei allowing it?

While I was trying to decide if I was dreaming or just loopy, Trowa noticed me and called out, beckoning to me. No chance of slinking away in confusion; I'd have to be confused in front of everyone. As usual.

"Hi Duo," said Trowa happily, pulling another chair over for me. "You're feeling better?"

"Much," I said absently. "Although, Heero seems to have neglected to mention a few things..." I stared at the demon.

He ducked his head to concentrate on cutting another sausage. Gotta pay attention to those wild sausages; never know when one of them might just go for your throat.

Wufei swallowed and reached out a hand. "Duo! You're all right? This idiotic lamebrain didn't hurt you?"

I took his hand, rubbing his knuckles with my thumb. Warm and golden and strong as ever; our healthy, obnoxious, irritable Dragon was just fine again. I suppose I knew that, but seeing it made it real for me. I hadn't realised how scared I'd been.

"What?" I growled in playful relief. "With you throwing your own silly self in front of me? How could he possibly hurt me?" I grabbed him then and hugged him tight enough to make him squeak. "You scared the crap out of me, dammit!" I hissed in his ear. "You're not supposed to do shit like that!" He made a noise and I pulled back to look at him. His face was quite red.

He shrugged in embarrassment. "Dragons," he muttered. "You know..."

I did. By now, oh boy did I know. "Thanks." I squeezed his shoulder and then swooped on him for another hug. "And this is Banshees." He returned my hug awkwardly. Wufei isn't much of a hugger; Trowa initiates the contact in that pair.

I sat back in my chair finally and looked at Farquahar who was still intensely interested in the sausages. "Why are you here?"