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    A Week at HQ
~ A Moment of Haven ~
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	"Don't you have anything better to do than lounge about in the 
commissary, Maxwell?"

	Duo looked up from his seat at the small table, where he had 
been most studiously intent upon building a fortress with little cups of 
non-dairy creamer and sugar packets.  "Wufei!" he said excitedly.  "Hey, 
long time no see, buddy.  What brings you out to this little corner of 
nowhere?"

	Wufei looked at him with an eyebrow raised.  This 'corner of 
nowhere' as a city was the political heart of the world, which was why 
the main Preventers headquarters were located there, along with the 
offices of numerous global political entities.  This corner of the 
grounds was the central dining facility, an area that saw a lot of 
traffic, even if they were at a small two-seater table along the edge of 
the room.  "I work here," he responded dryly, putting down his breakfast 
tray and sitting down across from the part-time Preventer.  "What's your 
excuse?"

	"Hey, I'm working, too.  Kind of.  Sort of.  Well, between jobs, 
really.  You probably know we just got back from Relena's little colony 
tour... Ah.  I get it now.  You came all the way out here just to see 
us, right?  Aww, ain't that sweet?"  The friendly barb failed to net any 
interesting response from the L5 man, so he dropped it.  "So you just 
got back from... oh, wherezit.  South America somewhere, right?"

	"Aa."

	"And I imagine that if anything at all interesting had happened, 
you'd tell me, right?" he asked, dismantling his condiment construction 
and stacking it back up neatly in their allotted containers.

	"Aa."

	"So I guess I shouldn't pester you with questions, right?"

	"It appears that Yuy has been able to teach you a few things."

	Duo made an indelicate sound.  "Pbft.  Maybe I've just been able 
to learn a few good things about Yuy on my own, eh?  He don't gotta 
teach me nothing."

	"Except some grammar, perhaps," Wufei responded calmly, 
attempting to cut into his french toast with a knife that held no edge.

	"I did that on purpose, you know."

	"Hn.  Speaking of which, where is Yuy?"

	"Am I my partner's keeper?"

	Wufei's lips turned up into a small smirk.  "You may not be his 
keeper, but he is very likely yours."

	"Great," he responded brightly.  "So does that mean he's 
responsible for any reprehensible behavior on my part?"

	"You'll have to take that up with him.  Did you eat him for 
breakfast or something?  I notice you have no food before you."

	Duo bounced out of his chair.  "As a matter of fact, he is 
picking up some food right now.  And I notice that this table is sadly 
lacking in napkins, even if there is quite the supply of sugar packets.  
Would you excuse me for a moment?"  He bowed slightly and departed in 
search of his breakfast accessories.

	By the time Heero got to the table, Wufei had switched to using 
a spoon to cut through his french toast.  It seemed to be sharper than 
the knife.  "Hn," Wufei uttered, eyeing the other young man as he set 
two trays down on the table.  "You really are his keeper."

	"Hm?" Heero said, taking the seat that Duo had vacated a minute 
before.

	"Is it your responsibility to feed him?"

	"No.  It's a... bet.  Agreement.  Wager.  Something.  Don't 
ask," he advised, not really sure why he was doing this again.  Duo 
seemed to have 'bet' him that Relena would end up taking a vacation, and 
the wager was that the loser would have to serve up breakfast the next 
day.  Heero hadn't actually agreed to any such bet, but he found it 
easier to just fetch Duo's breakfast than argue the point.  He surveyed 
the table with a frown.  "Napkins."

	"Duo's gone to get some.  Good tour?"

	"Aa.  You?"

	"Aa."  And with those few words, it seemed that they had 
communicated everything of immediate import, up until Duo got back with 
a stack of napkins.

	"Heero, you're sitting in my seat."

	Heero gestured at the next table, indicating an empty chair with 
his spoon, which he had used in the first place without even bothering 
to consult the knife.

	"No way," Duo complained, waving the napkins around to emphasize 
his point.  "I got here first."

	"You weren't here when I got here," Heero answered placidly, 
taking a bite of his breakfast.

	"Hmpf."  It only took him a brief moment before he decided there 
was only one way to solve this problem, and that was to sit down in his 
chair.  Of course, Heero happened to be occupying that spot at the time, 
but he didn't let that bother him.

	"Do you mind?" Heero asked rather pointedly, automatically 
moving his arms out of the way of the person in his lap.  Duo would 
throttle him with his braid if he managed to touch his sticky utensils 
to his hair.

	"No, thank you for asking," Duo responded cheerfully.  "Is that 
a scoop of vanilla ice cream on my waffle?"

	"They were out of whipped cream."

	"So instead you use ice cream...?  Sometimes, you are too damn 
cool for words, Yuy."  He picked up his own fork and spoon and started 
smooshing the ice cream down and around the top of his fresh waffle, the 
heat from the waffle and the strawberry sauce facilitating his task.

	Heero glared mildly at the braid in front of his face for a 
while before he decided that it wasn't worth the trouble of dislodging 
his partner and took up his utensils once again with a tiny sigh that 
ruffled the loose hairs wisping out from behind Duo's ear.

	Although it wasn't overt enough to warrant retribution by the 
injured party, there was a definitely amused edge to Wufei's expression 
as he observed the two-headed four-armed fork-and-spoon-wielding 
creature sitting before him and moving with remarkable grace.

	"So how is everything at home?" Duo inquired, making sounds of 
approval as he sampled his breakfast-dessert combination.

	Wufei gave them a brief report on the state of the world, 
interrupted only briefly when Duo fell down a few inches with an oomph 
as Heero finally managed to maneuver his legs out from underneath his 
partner's behind.  Not only was it a lot easier for the 
boy-turned-seat-cushion to see what he was doing, his legs were starting 
to go numb.  Following this, Wufei asked about the general state of the 
colonies, and Heero briefed him concisely, with Duo adding all of the 
more interesting, yet mostly irrelevant, details to brighten the 
narration.

	"And now that you're back on Earth, you're going home?" Wufei 
asked.

	"Yes," Heero answered.  "But we're bringing Relena with us.  
We're waiting the week out here until she finishes arranging things with 
her office."

	"So we're actually going on vacation," Duo piped up before 
intercepting Heero's fork with his mouth.

	Slightly startled by the utensil that was suddenly bare by the 
time he brought it up to his lips, Heero blinked, noticed Duo munching 
away on something, and gave up on the food for the moment, electing 
instead to take a sip of his milk.  "She needed a vacation, but standard 
policy dictates that we take a break between stints."

	"Does she know she's about to become privy to one of the best 
kept Preventer secrets?"

	"Hmf?"  Duo swallowed before continuing.  "That we're forced to 
take breaks?"

	Wufei favored him with a Look.  "Where you two live."

	"I know it's not public knowledge, but I didn't think it was 
actively kept a secret."

	"Even I know only approximately where you live.  It would take 
quite some work for me to get access to your precise location unless the 
two of you informed me."

	"Cool.  So I guess if Relena ever tells anyone where we live, 
Heero here will finally get a chance to kill her, eh?"

	Heero might have considered spilling something in Duo's lap, if 
Duo hadn't been sitting in his lap.

	Wufei snorted lightly.  "I'd better find the two of you 
something to do in the meantime to keep you occupied, then.  Having a 
bored Duo loose on the base would undoubtedly be a bad thing."

	"Aww, thanks for caring, babe."

                              ************

	The first thing Heero noticed about Duo when they met in the 
hall to go to dinner was that Duo was whistling.  He did not think this 
to be a good sign.  "Duo?" he asked carefully as Duo caught up and began 
to walk beside him.

	"Hm?" the young man responded cheerily.

	"How did your session go?"  The question was nice and neutral 
even though there were a number of suspicious possibilities dancing in 
his brain.  Duo should have just gotten back from his appointment with 
the base psychologists.  Because he didn't like the doctors, or 
psychologists in general, there was no particular reason for him to 
appear lighthearted and happy unless a) the shrinks had done something 
to him, or b) he had done something to the shrinks.

	"Great, Heero.  Just great."

	A quick glance at his violet eyes confirmed his observation that 
his pupils were responding properly to the light.  The bounce in his 
step was natural and uncontrived.  The inflection of the reply had just 
the right amount of confidence.  Therefore, the proper answer was likely 
option b.  "What did you do to her?"

	Duo blinked innocently at him.  "To who?"

	"The doctor.  What did you do to her?"

	"Why, Heero," he answered pleasantly.  "Whatever do you mean?  I 
just sat down and had a nice, long chat with her.  You met the new 
doctor, right?  Laurie?"

	First name basis.  Indicative of either a friendly relationship, 
or a mocking one.  This was not the psychologist that had previously 
evaluated Duo, either, implying either the possibility of a fresh start, 
or a new plaything.  A second sidelong glance into his eyes revealed no 
wicked gleam.  Heero grunted something affirmative as an answer.

	"Yup, she was great.  I think we worked well together.  We took 
a look at the notes from the last guy, reviewed some of the facts, 
talked a bit, consulted the big ol' book o' disorders -- you know, that 
DSM whatever number they're on now -- and guess what?  I'm clean!"

	Heero raised an eyebrow at him.  "You were always 'clean', Duo.  
You just managed to convince Dr. Browning otherwise."  He was the 
psychologist that had first evaluated them.

	"The guy deserved it," Duo defended himself scornfully.  "He was 
a stuffy little prick who was altogether too eager to find something 
wrong with me.  Anyway, no, I haven't always been clean, I bet.  I was 
one messed up kid, you know.  So me and Laurie, we decided that maybe, 
just maybe I was almost sorta kinda borderline PD -- heh, like 
borderline borderline!  But whether I was or not, or still am, I seem to 
be pretty stable these days and my record has been officially cleared!"

	"Am I supposed to congratulate you?"  He refrained from adding 
that Duo was just clearing up a mess he had created himself.  He had 
already said 'I told you so' once in this conversation.

	"I'll live without it.  But we ought to celebrate, anyway.  You 
can buy me dinner."

	"Dinner is free, Duo."  They were eating in the HQ dining hall 
again, after all.

	"Well, I guess you lucked out then, didn't you?"

                              ************

	When Duo got back to their temporarily assigned office with a 
couple of fresh bottles of water, he found Heero glaring at the computer 
screen with a rather aggressive disinterest as he clicked away with his 
mouse, his fingers uncharacteristically tapping the buttons while he was 
presumably waiting for things to load.  Duo leaned against the doorframe 
and studied the look on his face carefully, along with the general body 
posture, and decided that there was only one likely cause for it.  "How 
the hell did Mark manage to annoy you all the way out here?"

	If Heero was at all surprised by Duo's accurate guess, he didn't 
show it.  "I got mail."

	"Ah, the wonders of modern technology.  Nevertheless, it seems 
to me as if he's done something especially annoying, rather than just 
usually annoying."  He pushed himself off the doorframe and headed over 
to Heero's desk to set the water down.  When he got there, he had to do 
a double take at what was being displayed on the monitor.  "Heero... why 
are you looking at porn ads?"

	Heero's finger jabbed the mouse one last time before he leaned 
back in his chair, took a hold of the new bottle of water, and twisted 
off the cap with a jerky motion that failed to satisfy him.  "This is a 
dummy address I use when I have to supply an address to any of those 
sites that deal in the less than legal traffic I research sometimes."

	"Well.  Okay.  So I guess I can accept the fact that you have a 
mailbox filled with porn ads.  Now the question is, why are you looking 
at them, and what does Mark have to do with it?"

	"Mark, in his infinite wisdom," Heero began, and Duo nearly 
smirked at the caustic flavor of the words lurking beneath the mild 
tone.  "Decided to mail me a file encoded as an image.  One guess as to 
what kind of image he selected."

	Duo nodded his head slightly, indicating his understanding and 
utter lack of need to actually make that guess.

	"Which is fine," Heero continued after taking a sip of water.  
"It's the data in the image, not the image itself, that matters.  
Unless, of course, the data is a worm I was working on.  He thought 
e-mail was the best way of getting it to me, but he couldn't send it 
through the Preventers' network because I quite deliberately updated the 
security to detect that sort of worm.  Therefore he thought to send it 
outside the network, and managed to find this address on file 
somewhere."

	"Which is also fine," Duo said in a reasonably confident voice.

	"Unless he sent this pseudo-porn ad to a mailbox full of porn 
ads, and neglected to tell me how I could recognize it before he took 
off for the week."  The computer beeped, indicating to him that this 
image had failed the test.  He flipped open the next one.

	"...and you're just looking through all of them and running the 
decryption algorithm on every image and seeing if it pops up with 
something familiar?"

	"Not all of them.  I have an approximate window of time during 
which he would have sent it, but Mark may not have written me at the 
same time he mailed the file, and this lousy mail service doesn't 
necessarily guarantee instant delivery to my mail box."  The computer 
beeped again, and again Heero moved on to the next message.

	"Have fun, buddy," Duo said, trying to keep the amusement out of 
his voice.  Then he was staring quizzically at the mass of tangled flesh 
being displayed at the moment, head turned one way, then the other as he 
tried to figure it out.  "...What is that?"

	"Hn."  Heero studied the image as well, eyes tracing the lines 
of limbs in a methodical attempt to sort out the action.  How on earth 
could something be erotic if it was so outlandish it was confusing 
first?

 	"...Oh," they both exclaimed simultaneously, each having 
discovered at long last just what was going where, and not being 
particularly pleased with the answer.  The computer thankfully beeped 
again, and they reached out as one towards the mouse to clear the screen 
of the disturbing image.

                              ************

	Duo let out a small groan as he threw his head from side to 
side, trying to work out the kinks.  "How the hell do you do this all 
day, Yuy?" he complained, trying to drum up some enthusiasm within 
himself to finish up the last part of the L1 report.  They were filing 
joint reports for this mission, and had thus far been doing fairly well 
in taking turns, one report per colony.  The other, of course, was 
always sure to read the report thoroughly before signing it.  This 
report wasn't particularly distinct from any of the other reports, but 
typically Duo didn't have to write them up while shut inside a small 
room.  They had earlier been working inside their even smaller cubicles 
before retreating to the confines of their temporarily assigned quarters 
after dinner.

	Duo didn't usually make it a habit of sitting for long periods 
of time, but he wanted to get this report done by the next day, to give 
Heero time to approve it and submit it to the department, rather than 
having to finish it up at home, when they were supposed to be on 
vacation.  No, Duo would be providing Heero with no excuse to work on 
their downtime.

	Heero's fingers stilled as he glanced over his shoulder at his 
partner, who was mentally preparing himself for one last long haul 
before turning in for the night.  "Have you been sitting like that all 
this time?" he asked critically, studying the set of his body with an 
eye for detail.  

	"Huh?"  He blinked and turned around to face him.  What was he 
supposed to be doing?  Standing?

	Heero pushed his seat back and went to stand behind the other's 
chair.  Duo looked up at him curiously.  "Sit," Heero commanded.  "As if 
you were going to work."

	Duo looked at him skeptically for a few moments, but otherwise 
turned back around to face the monitor of his laptop without comment.

	There was a moment of silence.  Then, "You're sitting wrong."

	A general flash of irritation passed over Duo's face.  The work 
of the night had not put him in a particularly good mood, and now he was 
being told he didn't know how to sit?  "What's that supposed to mean?" 
he asked, automatically tensing defensively as he turned around again to 
glare at Heero's unperturbed face.

	Heero set one hand gently on each of side Duo's head and turned 
it back towards the front.  Then, he let his hands fall to Duo's 
shoulders and applied a gentle downward pressure.  "Your shoulders are 
too tense, first of all, but that might just be a byproduct of 
everything else."

	"And just what is 'everything else'?"

	"Do your knees ache?"

	Duo wasn't quite sure why he was in a contrary mood, but he 
chose defiantly not to answer at first.  When Heero repeated the 
question calmly, however, he relented.  "Maybe," he conceded guardedly.

	"You probably have the same problem that I do."  He saw Heero's 
faint reflection on his screen nodding his head slightly in confirmation 
of his suspicions.  "This is just standard issue furniture, and you're 
only taller than I am by a few centimeters."

	"And?" Duo demanded impatiently.

	"If you lower the chair far enough to put your feet on the 
ground, then your forearms won't be level with the table top, which is 
bad for your wrists and hands as you type.  If you raise your chair 
enough to have your hands at the right height, then your feet will come 
off the ground, and it'll be bad for your knees and your circulation."

	Duo turned around again, and Heero's hands slid off his 
shoulders to fall to the top of the back of the chair.  "So you mean 
we're screwed either way?  Geez."  He pushed his chair away from his 
desk a little, to the side so that he wouldn't run over his partner, 
whose hands came off the chair altogether.  "I think we should sue 
someone for discrimination.  They've made all of this furniture for big, 
fat paper pushers and given absolutely no consideration to the normal 
scrawny joe!"

	"We're far from normal, Duo."  Heero backed off a casual step to 
give Duo some more room to move without whacking him.

	"But we are scrawny.  Well, excuse me for growing up poor and 
malnourished on the streets of L2.  The wonderful environment there 
managed to give me my funny eye color; a mutant height gene might have 
been more helpful."  He started to spin around sourly in his chair, 
suddenly noticing that he had to push off of the ground with his toes.

	"It would also help if you sat up straight," Heero advised, 
leaning back against Duo's desk and careful not to disturb the work 
there.  "Hunching over like that tightens your neck and shoulder 
muscles, reduces lung capacity, brings stress to the lower back, and 
compacts your innards."

	Duo planted his toes on the ground long enough to make sure his 
partner saw him stick his tongue out at him, before resuming his 
spinning course, albeit more subdued than previously.  He changed 
direction this time, surmising that he might be able to get the fluid in 
his semicircular canals to stop their sloshing more quickly that way.  
"You know, I would say, 'And here I thought you had such good posture 
because of that stick up your ass,' only I don't really think you've got 
one anymore."  Heero raised his brow silently at the implication that he 
used to think so.  "I don't know how you can make sitting up straight 
look so bloody natural, though.  I'm telling ya, mankind was meant to 
slouch.  Men have been slouching since forever."

	"Yes, Duo.  And they were called Neanderthals."

	"I hate mission reports."

	"They're a necessary evil."

	"Doesn't mean I like them."

	"Beats killing people as a necessary evil."

	Duo stopped his swiveling with his toes again, bringing himself 
to a stop facing his desktop once again.  "Got me there," he 
acknowledged softly.

	Heero exhaled, and dislodged himself from his position and moved 
once more to stand behind his partner.  Placing light hands upon his 
shoulders, he began to knead.  It was halfway an apology for bringing up 
death.  He should have known better, even though the statement had 
sounded perfectly fine in his head.

	"Hmm," Duo sighed in comfort, his mind supplying him with the 
remembered image of Heero working similar magic on a tired, overworked 
Vice Foreign Minister of their acquaintance.  His technique was far from 
perfect, but he certainly knew what was where in the human body, and how 
to use that to his best advantage.  "Now I know what Relena loves about 
you."

	"Hn," he grunted absently, eyes automatically scanning the 
information displayed on the computer screen and already beginning his 
review, even while another portion of his mind was engaged in listing 
the muscle groups and pressure points located beneath his hands, and how 
he could use them to kill, incapcitate, or hurt someone.  The moment he 
caught himself at it, though, he replaced the thoughts with ways to use 
them to the opposite effect.

	"Wow," Duo remarked calmly.  "You know, I can't readily remember 
the last guy I had to kill... and now that I've come to that marvelous 
revelation, I'm going to stop thinking about it before I figure it out.  
Distract me, Heero."

	"I thought I was," he answered dryly, pushing a few of the right 
buttons in Duo's upper back to relieve tension and causing him rather 
promptly to almost lose the thought that was gathering in his head.

	"Ummm... what was I just...?  Oh.  So how come we don't have the 
same furniture problem in our office?"

	"We have those sliding keyboard trays beneath the surface of the 
desk.  It lowers the arrangement by about a dozen centimeters."

	"Hmm, yeah," he mumbled, envisioning the setup behind his closed 
eyelids.  "I guess so.  I never noticed before.  Why have you?  Noticed, 
that is.  I mean, personal comfort isn't usually high on your list of 
priorities."

	"It's not about comfort, it's about efficiency."  Much like how, 
while giving Duo a massage, Heero was simultaneously able to work out 
the kinks in his own hands from being poised on his keyboard for so 
long.

	"Of course.  Silly me.  Let's see... Physical complaints, while 
tolerable, are possible distractions that may prevent peak operational 
efficiency, where a distraction is anything that is noticeable.  They 
may also accumulate over time until they reach a point of problemhood.  
And one never knows when one might suffer from something that is 
definitely a distraction or problem, and in such a case, it would be 
helpful not to have to deal with a host of little things as well."  He 
said it as if he were reading it out of a textbook or brochure.  "That 
sound about right?"

	"Hn."  The slight uplifting of one corner of Heero's lips went 
unseen by either of them.  He finished up with one last squeeze.  
"You're in no mood to keep working tonight."

	"Am too," Duo protested mildly.  The languid quality of his tone 
belied his words.  Although the quick massage was over, his eyes 
remained closed.  "You've just recharged me."

	"'Security on the route from that bank whose name I can't 
remember to the hot dog stand with the tasteless mustard was poor,'" he 
quoted from the bottom of the screen.

	"...Well, there can't possibly be that many tasteless 
mustard-bearing hot dog stands on that colony."

	The other corner of Heero's lips snuck upwards a notch.  "Pack 
it up.  Take a shower, get some sleep.  Finish this up tomorrow."

	"Are you actually proposing that I put off my work?"

	"You have time," Heero defended himself.  "And you won't be 
getting much productive work done for the rest of the night, anyway.  
You might as well turn in early and start up tomorrow fresh."

	"And what about you?" Duo asked, already suspecting his answer.

	"I'm in the middle of something.  I'll finish it up, and then go 
to bed," he answered according to what Duo's tone said he had better do.  
In order to motivate Duo to turn in, he went back to his own seat and 
made it clear that he was getting back to work.

                              ************

	"Heero?" he mumbled, his voice roughened by sleep.  It was 
around 2 AM, and whereas he had fallen asleep to the gentle lull of key 
clacking, now he was roused by the cessation of such sweet background 
noise, and the movement of someone in the room.

	"Just go back to sleep, Duo," Heero spoke softly, not wanting to 
bring Duo any further out of his half-somnolent state.  It was all too 
easy to at least partially wake Duo in the night, especially since the 
boy was prone to doing that even without any outside assistance.  At the 
lightest part of his often short REM cycle, he typically broke the 
surface of sleep just enough to become aware of and verify his 
surroundings before slipping back under again.  It was a remnant of 
sleeping in dangerous places, and surpassed Heero in paranoia, at least 
in this regard.  Heero had grown up with a highly secured roof over his 
head for most nights, whereas Duo had hardly had any guarantee that he 
would wake up the next morning.

	"'s late," he slurred, already surrendering to the command.

	"I know.  I'm turning in now."

	"Mmmm," was all the answer Heero got.  When Duo finally got up 
for real in the morning, he did so quietly, but not sneakily, because 
Heero would have woken if he had heard someone sneaking around in the 
room, and Duo had every intention of letting him sleep in as long as he 
wanted to.  Which, knowing Heero, wasn't very long at all.

	During the course of his lazy morning stretch, his eyes fell 
upon the computers sitting quietly upon their desks.  He wondered what 
had kept Heero up so late.  An unexpected bug, perhaps?  He opened up 
his laptop and tapped a key to wake it from its sleep mode with one hand 
while, with the other, he tried to tame his bangs.  Sometimes, he envied 
Heero's hair.  It may have been wild and untamed, but that just meant it 
looked good at all times.

	He stopped minding his hair when he noticed that his desktop was 
not as he left it.  There was a note sitting in the middle of it, and 
even without reading it he knew it would be from Heero.  Heero wouldn't 
have needed to even sit down in front of Duo's machine since he was 
allowed remote desktop access to it.

	He read the note with narrowed eyes.  'That bastard,' he 
thought.  'I don't know whether to smack him or thank him.'  The tables 
had been turned.  Since Heero had taken it upon himself to finish up the 
report last night, now it was Duo's turn to do the final verification.  
Well, at least Heero had had some sort of justification for finishing it 
up.  First of all, there had been an odd number of reports to write up, 
and second, late last night they had received a couple of messages 
informing them of a change in their plans, and they would likely be kept 
busy for the rest of the day.  Luckily, they didn't need to report for 
anything until after lunch, and as Duo quietly went about his morning 
routine, he made a bet with himself about what time Heero would wake up.

	He was only off by about five minutes.

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yes, folks, furniture is made for tall people.  i, in all my five foot 
one half an inch glory, can attest to that.  then again, to me, pretty 
much everyone is tall. =P

and normally, i would consider plopping duo down in heero's lap to be 
contrived, only i've seen it done, and between a much set upon guy and a 
girl whose nature just drove her to be generally annoying to even people 
she had no right being annoying to.  so here we are.

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