Author: Poephelia
Warnings: Somewhat OC�and mildly confusing at first.
Disclaimer: I don�t own these bois, and I don�t own �Creep� by Radiohead�such a pity.
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Whatever Makes You Happy
Duo plopped down on the soft couch, his half-empty glass of coke almost slipping out of his hand. He leaned forward and set it gingerly on the mahogany coffee table littered with coasters. Suddenly, happily, he felt alone in spite of the other four friends in the house. Duo�s eyes traced the path of a rivulet slowly coursing down the outer surface of his glass.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don�t belong here
Duo never drank in company, especially not with his friends. Lord knows what might happen if he did that. He was moments away from shutting his eyes tightly against the world and drifting into that universe of dreams which no man can equally hate or love when boisterous laughter rang out.
�Yeah Heero, I heard that one the first time you told it.� The kitchen door swung open. Duo stood to see better the events that were going on around him. Trowa was helping a frazzled Heero into the living room. Heero giggled at nothing in particular. Duo�s brow furrowed at the strange lilting sound. He had never heard that before. Trowa came around the side of the couch and stopped. His gaze locked with Duo�s in a silent plea that he step aside. Duo complied, feeling sheepish for not moving earlier, and Trowa deposited the still giggling young man onto the couch.
I don�t belong here
The remaining two gathered around the couch and stared down at Heero, that strange noise still falling from his lips, gurgling in his throat. They all looked up at once. Duo knew the question on each and every one of their minds. Wufei scoffed, looked down at the inebriated heap of skin on the couch and said it was beneath him to cart Heero home. Quatre blushed and said that he couldn�t do it. No explanation was given, but none was needed. Trowa and Duo looked at each other. Trowa stared Duo straight in the eye. �I hauled him in here, you haul him out.� Duo grinned �Sure, why not?� The other three headed back to the kitchen to refresh their drinks while Duo contemplated just how to move Heero from the couch to his car.
When he was almost to the kitchen door, Quatre�s conscience got the better of him and he turned around. �Hey Duo,� Duo looked up. �Be careful, okay?� Duo chuckled softly and nodded. His discomfort eased, Quatre turned and followed Trowa and Wufei into the kitchen.
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
Duo sighed and shook his head. Heero was busy tracing the patterns on the ceiling with his index finger in awed silence. Duo bent down and curled his arms under Heero, his head resting lightly against Duo�s shoulder, and lifted. Heero was much lighter than he had expected and he breathed in a sigh of relief. Duo backed out of the house, his head gently pushing the screen door open behind him, and walked down the darkened path.
The driveway was not very far off of the path, and Duo was confident that he would make it without stumbling. Overconfidence is generally what causes great men to fall. In this case, it was an overturned lawn sprinkler. Shit!� and down they went. Duo landed heavily on top of Heero�s stomach. He was immediately sick. Thankfully for Duo, he turned his head at the last second.
Duo rocked backwards and sat up on his heels, casting a glance at Heero, who lay curled on his side facing the driveway. Duo casually brushed the back of his hand against Heero�s forehead. The skin was at once hot to the touch, but extremely soft. He brushed the hair out of Heero�s face and gazed at it for a moment. It pained him to realize that Heero thought the only way of ridding himself of his problems was to drink himself to death. Duo sighed and bent again to pick him up. He hastened to the car so he could better examine the situation.
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
The dome light popped on and the situation was further illuminated. Heero was pale, taking in extremely shallow breaths, sweating, shaking�and he was extremely hot to the touch. Duo again brushed his hair out of his eyes and mopped the sweat off of his brow. Heero turned his head and blinked his glassy eyes at Duo. �I wish I was special�� the words wafted to Duo on gin saturated air. Heero shut his eyes tight and with visible effort got most of the shaking under control. When he opened his eyes again, he was staring into Duo�s, tears trickling down to his chin. �You�re so fucking special.� And then he passed out again.
Duo frowned and thought for a moment. Coming to no conclusion, he finally belted Heero in tight and started the engine. This was going to be a long night.