[FIC] "Is Is Any Wonder?"
Title: Is It Any Wonder?
Author: WickedGame
Genre: fluff
Pairing: 1=2
Warnings: flufffffffyyyyy, not beta read
Notes: Written just for kicks.
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“Duo?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could stop that tapping?”
Duo Maxwell met the annoyed stare of his partner and smiled, dropping his pencil with a clatter. “Sure, Heero. Anything for you!”
Heero frowned and shook his head. “Don’t you have a report to finish?”
Duo shrugged. “Done and over with. Infiltrated, got caught, nearly got knifed, killed the bad guy and came out with the requested data intact. What more is there to report?”
“That’s not a satisfactory report, Duo.”
Duo smiled. “You say po-tay-to I say po-tah-to! Look, as long as Noin accepts the report and doesn’t tell me to take it back and fix it I think it’s just fine.”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Tell me again how we manage to be friends?”
Duo batted his eyelashes and clasped his hands over his heart. “It’s because you love and adore me, Heero honey!”
“That’s just disturbing, Duo.”
“What’s disturbing: me talking like Susie in requisitions does every time she sees you or you loving and adoring me? Because personally, I think loving and adoring me is pretty awesome.”
“You would think that,” Heero said drolly.
Duo grabbed the report off his desk and made for the door. He glanced at the clock and stopped. “I won’t be back before you take off, more than likely. Whaddya say? Jack’s at six?”
Heero nodded without looking back at Duo. “Six. And this time, remember your damned darts.”
“Will do, Heero,” Duo said absently. And then he was gone and Heero was left with a small smile on his face.
“Another beer!” Duo yelled as he threw another dart at the board against the wall.
“Come here and get it yourself!” the bartender called, looking disgruntled.
Duo laughed and walked over to the bar, retrieving a tall bottle of beer and taking a long drink of it before ambling back over to where Quatre was taking his turn throwing a dart. The dart landed to the right of the bulls-eye and Quatre’s shoulders sagged just a little.
Duo threw his arm over Quatre’s shoulders. “Cheer up! That’s still a good score.”
Quatre gave him a brief smile. “I’m not having a good game tonight.”
Duo shrugged. “We all have bad nights. Well, except for Heero that is. Heero never seems to have a bad night.”
Heero snorted. “I have bad nights, just like everyone else does.”
“If you call scoring slightly less than perfect a bad night,” Duo muttered.
Quatre smiled. “Cheer up, Duo!”
Duo raised an eyebrow. “Perky much?”
Quatre smirked. “Annoying, isn’t it?”
It was hours later and beers later when the darts were no longer hitting the board and had begun hitting the wall. Trowa and Quatre had taken to leaning against each other in a corner and Duo had long since stopped playing darts for any kind of score.
“Duo,” Heero said tiredly, “it’s time to go home.”
Duo leaned backwards and stumbled slightly. “You sure?”
Heero smiled. “I’m sure.”
They said goodbye to Jack and then goodbye to Trowa and Quatre before Heero steered Duo towards his car.
“Home, James,” Duo said slurringly as he slid into the passenger seat.
“Which home?” Heero asked.
Duo opened his mouth and shut it before opening it again. “Better go to mine, buddy.”
Heero got Duo home safely and deposited him on his couch before dropping down in a crouch next to him.
“You going to be all right?” he asked his friend.
Duo blinked at him sleepily. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Why do you put up with me, eh?”
Heero took his time in answering, so long in fact that Duo was already asleep.
“Because I love and adore you.”
Author: WickedGame
Genre: fluff
Pairing: 1=2
Warnings: flufffffffyyyyy, not beta read
Notes: Written just for kicks.
Tap tap tap
Tap taptaptaptap
Taptaptaptaptap
“Duo?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you think you could stop that tapping?”
Duo Maxwell met the annoyed stare of his partner and smiled, dropping his pencil with a clatter. “Sure, Heero. Anything for you!”
Heero frowned and shook his head. “Don’t you have a report to finish?”
Duo shrugged. “Done and over with. Infiltrated, got caught, nearly got knifed, killed the bad guy and came out with the requested data intact. What more is there to report?”
“That’s not a satisfactory report, Duo.”
Duo smiled. “You say po-tay-to I say po-tah-to! Look, as long as Noin accepts the report and doesn’t tell me to take it back and fix it I think it’s just fine.”
Heero rolled his eyes. “Tell me again how we manage to be friends?”
Duo batted his eyelashes and clasped his hands over his heart. “It’s because you love and adore me, Heero honey!”
“That’s just disturbing, Duo.”
“What’s disturbing: me talking like Susie in requisitions does every time she sees you or you loving and adoring me? Because personally, I think loving and adoring me is pretty awesome.”
“You would think that,” Heero said drolly.
Duo grabbed the report off his desk and made for the door. He glanced at the clock and stopped. “I won’t be back before you take off, more than likely. Whaddya say? Jack’s at six?”
Heero nodded without looking back at Duo. “Six. And this time, remember your damned darts.”
“Will do, Heero,” Duo said absently. And then he was gone and Heero was left with a small smile on his face.
“Another beer!” Duo yelled as he threw another dart at the board against the wall.
“Come here and get it yourself!” the bartender called, looking disgruntled.
Duo laughed and walked over to the bar, retrieving a tall bottle of beer and taking a long drink of it before ambling back over to where Quatre was taking his turn throwing a dart. The dart landed to the right of the bulls-eye and Quatre’s shoulders sagged just a little.
Duo threw his arm over Quatre’s shoulders. “Cheer up! That’s still a good score.”
Quatre gave him a brief smile. “I’m not having a good game tonight.”
Duo shrugged. “We all have bad nights. Well, except for Heero that is. Heero never seems to have a bad night.”
Heero snorted. “I have bad nights, just like everyone else does.”
“If you call scoring slightly less than perfect a bad night,” Duo muttered.
Quatre smiled. “Cheer up, Duo!”
Duo raised an eyebrow. “Perky much?”
Quatre smirked. “Annoying, isn’t it?”
It was hours later and beers later when the darts were no longer hitting the board and had begun hitting the wall. Trowa and Quatre had taken to leaning against each other in a corner and Duo had long since stopped playing darts for any kind of score.
“Duo,” Heero said tiredly, “it’s time to go home.”
Duo leaned backwards and stumbled slightly. “You sure?”
Heero smiled. “I’m sure.”
They said goodbye to Jack and then goodbye to Trowa and Quatre before Heero steered Duo towards his car.
“Home, James,” Duo said slurringly as he slid into the passenger seat.
“Which home?” Heero asked.
Duo opened his mouth and shut it before opening it again. “Better go to mine, buddy.”
Heero got Duo home safely and deposited him on his couch before dropping down in a crouch next to him.
“You going to be all right?” he asked his friend.
Duo blinked at him sleepily. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Why do you put up with me, eh?”
Heero took his time in answering, so long in fact that Duo was already asleep.
“Because I love and adore you.”