Disclaimer: ::sighs::....must I do this? Erg, I own nothing. Happy?

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It was a glorious morning indeed. The birds were chirping happily, chewing on half-digested worms, dogs were merrily munching on their owners new designer leather shoes, and somewhere, an OZ soldier got diarrhea. Sadly, all this was oblivious to a certain perfect soldier who was huddling under a fuzzy blanket.

Heero winced as he tried to move his head which by now felt like it weighted more that his Gundam. Growling silently to himself, he attempted to sit up, which resulted in him falling back on the bed rather quickly, head clutched in his hands.

With a pain filled moan, he mentally kicked himself for acting so weak. Wasn't he supposed to be the perfect freaken soldier?

...Besides, he didn't get 'sick'.

That task was left to other un-perfect people. Like...Relena, for instance.

He winced at that thought. Relena was...scary, in his opinion. Too much pink in one place. Now, don't take him wrong, he had nothing against pink. But, having a 'pink' limo was taking things a little too far.

Grumbling curses to himself, Heero once again attempted to sit up. This time he succeeded in getting more than a headache.

Holding on to the wall for some much needed support, he stumbled out the door, nearly banging his head on the side of it.

He walked down the hall slowly, suddenly stopping as he came to a window.

...woah...

His eyes widened considerably, one of them twitching every now and then.

"...Batman..." he mumbled, staring at a bewildered shrub.

Shaking his head, which resulted in more pain, he continued on his way, every now and then wondering what Batman was doing in the yard.

As he neared the kitchen, he lost his footing and slipped, banging his forehead against the table's side.

And that’s how Duo Maxwell found him, with his Prussian blue eyes in swirls, limbs spread out on the floor.

"Heero!! Are you ok, man?!" Duo shouted, picking up the 'wounded' soldier and bringing him to his room.

"......Batman............."

Duo blinked. Batman? Did he hear right? Oi, Heero must have really been out of it.

As he brought his hand up to Heero's head to check for any injuries, he gasped. The poor guy was burning up! No wonder he passed out!

Wasting no time, Duo hurried back into the kitchen, getting some towels and moistening them in cold water. On his way out, he glared at the table which hurt 'HIS' Heero, silently promising it a painful death.

After he practically ran into the bedroom, he took out some extra blankets from the closet and placed Heero under them, making sure his patients pillow was nice and fluffed.

Smiling to himself, he put one of the wet towels on Heero's head and gently brushed back the pilots bangs away from his tightly shut eyes.

Duo then pulled up a chair and placed it near the bed. After he checked his koi's condition once more, he sat down in the chair and watched Heero’s chest fall up and down as he breathed softly.

Yawning, Duo closed his eyes and fell asleep, not noticing the other boy stir and wake up, eye's blinking in confusion.

'The Hell!?' was Heero's first thought as he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. How did he get back to his bedroom? The last thing he remembered was walking to the kitchen and then...Oi, he should stop thinking. It made his head hurt even more.

Suddenly, his gaze focused on Duo's slim form, and he couldn’t stop a small smile from forming itself on his face.

That braided baka must have taken care of him.

He sat up carefully, trying not to worsen his migraine. A soft chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of Duo drooling happily, oblivious to the world around him.

Obviously, he laughed a bit to loud, 'cause the next thing he knew, he was being crushed in a giant hug.

"Hee-chan! You're all right!! What happened? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" Heero would have answered, he really would have, only he couldn’t get oxygen into his lunges at the moment.

"....air...." he gasped, face turning a slight shade of blue.

"Uh..oops. Sorry Heero.." Duo said, nervously, as he loosened his vice grip on the poor boy.

"So..." he continued, laying his sick patient back on the bed and tucking him in once more, "Why didn't you say something?"

Heero's glare, which was slightly less potent today, focused on the braided one.

"I'm not sick." he said in a perfectly monotone voice.

With a sigh, Duo rolled his eyes. "Sure, Hee-chan. It 's quite normal, after all, to be burning up and fainting everywhere. And what was this I heard about Batman, hmm?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

Heero did an Oscar winning impression of a mime with his mouth opening and closing every few seconds without a sound escaping them.

"HA!" Duo exclaimed, pointing one slim finger at the slightly freaked out Soldier, "I kn~ew it!!! You ARE sick! Bad boy! You're going to stay here while I get some cold medicine, yes?" he asked, daring Heero to disobey the order.

"...........sdgjasgyueen..........." was the mumbled response that he got.

Duo sweatdropped.

"I'm just..gonna take that as a yes..."

And with that, Duo sped off to the bathroom cabinet, grabbing every kind of medicine that he could find. As he returned, he grabbed a glass already filled with water (don’t ask me how he did it with both arms carrying many many bottles of pills and such. Or why there was water is the glass..) and proceeded to dump the medicine on the poor soldiers blanket covered lap.

"What’s this?" Heero asked cautiously, eye twitching.

"Oh, just some stuff! Now grab anything that looks good and eat up!"

...This was a joke, right? Please, tell him Duo wasn't serious. No one could be THAT dense-....um....never mind.

"Duo, do you have any idea what you're doing?" Heero asked, fixing his partner with a patient stare. Said partner grinned and made the V-is-for-Victory sign with his fingers.

"Off course Hee-chan! How could you ever doubt me!?"

Sighing, the sick boy picked up a bottle with yellow pills in it and read the label.

" 'Baby-Be-Gone Abortion pills' ?"

Duo's smile wavered, and a nervous sound that could be best described as a...well...chirping...came out of his throat.

"Ehehe...now what was THIS doing in there!?"

"............No comment.........."

Still...err....chirping (o.o)....Duo quickly picked the bottle up and flung it in the trash basket with precision that would have astonished Michael Jordan had he still been alive at the time.

Unfortunately for Duo, Heero wasn't quite done. Nope, not at all.

" 'Penis enlargement pills. Guaranteed to make your penis at least 3 inches longer..' ".

"THATS NOT MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!" came Duo's indignant scream. Trying his best not to hackle evilly, Heero continued.

"..................'RAT POISON'?!?! MAXWELL!! WHAT WAS THIS DOING IN THE MEDICINE CABNET!?" Heero screamed, hands itching to wrap themselves around the braided ones soft, creamy, silken neck- Gods damn it, this was not the time to be having such thoughts!

Duo visibly cringed.

"But Hee~ro...I didn't know that was in there! Honest! I would never try to kill you..on purpose!"

Duo's dewy violet eyes widened considerably, brimming with unshed tears. Complete the look with a trembling bottom lip, and no one can stay mad for long.

"...-sigh-..Fine, Duo. I believe you."

"Wai! I knew you would! Uh..." Duo looked at the bottles again and picked up one that looked good.

"Will 'this' kill you?" he asked, handing the small container to the sick soldier.

"It's Tylenol."

"..........yea........."

Raising a thin, delicate eyebrow, Heero briefly wondered if the DeathScythe Hell pilot was hit in the head a bit 'too' much by Wufei.

"...It's TYLENOL, Duo."

"............yea........."

"..........No Duo, it wont kill you."

"Ok! Now we're getting somewhere! Here's the water! Chow down!"

Sighing once again, Heero did as was asked and swallowed the pills. As soon as he was done drinking, Duo snatched the glass away and began to cover the ticked off Perfect Soldier under some more blankets, the bottles having already been taken off.

Little did Heero realize that this torture was only beginning.

...Actually, he enjoyed it very much, what with Duo being so close and all, but unless you want to get shot in the head, I suggest not mentioning anything. Infact, it would be better if you forgot everything. Go on, FORGET!

".....Duo....what are you doing?"

Startled, Duo looked up from rummaging in an old box that Heero hadn't even noticed up till now.

"Trying a find a book."

"In there?"

Duo nodded, "Yup. I found this in one of Quatre's sister's old rooms. I figured it would come in handy one of these days- AHA!" he cried, pulling out a thick, dark green colored book.

Grinning, he sat on the chair near the bed and leaned against the pillows. Opening the dusty book, he skimmed the index until he found what he was looking for.

"Ok. Now, I'm gonna read you a story!"

".............Is all this really necessary?"

"Off course it is! I can't leave you in here with nothing to do!"

Sighing, Heero figured it would prove futile to argue, so he closed his eyes and tried to relax and 'not' get smothered under what seemed like 50 fuzzy blankets.

"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a princess named Bob-"

Heero's eyes blinked upon and he stared at his partner. He shook his head, deciding he would be better off by remaining quiet.

"Bob was quite beautiful and everyone in the small, straw covered village loved her. So much, in fact, that she had to get one of those zappy high voltage thingies to ward of her stalkers. Then, one day, a horrible, ugly, hairy monster by the name of Ririna-"

"Ririna?" Heero asked quietly in a sleepy voice.

"Yes. Ririna. Now shut up, dear."

"-stomped over to the village, it's large, hairy, smelly feet made large dents in the pavement. This kind of pissed the villagers off since their tax money went for repairs to the road. Ririna paid them no attention. Her only thought was 'Pink'. She must find something pink by all means, or suffer a horrible, terrible, really bad death.

And wouldn’t you know it, Princess Bob's castle was pink. Go figure. As Ririna was nearing the large, stone building, Bob ran out, covered head to toe in guns and ammo.

"Get away from my house, you bimbo!" shouted Bob, giving the monster the middle finger. Ririna roared, her yucky, mud-like blonde hair swinging behind her. "Make me!" she cried, saliva dripping from her crust covered lips.

"Psh. Fine. I will." Bob replied, gripping her bazooka tightly. Then, without a warning, she pulled the trigger and laughed maniacally as Ririna's head exploded, showering the village, the huts, and its people in a thick green goo.

"You DYKE!" screamed the villagers, trying to brush the disgusting stuff out of their hair, "Look what you did! Do you know how long it will take to clean this up?!"

Bob looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. What can I do to help?"

"Well..." a man replied, grinning sadistically, "You can clean it all up."

Bob brightened, smiling cheerfully. "Sure! That’s no problem at all-"

"With THIS." another villager interrupted her, handing her a tiny sponge, no larger than a quarter.

"Uh....can't I use that sponge? Over there?" she asked, pointing at a much larger sponge floating happily in a river of goo nearby.

"No." was the reply she got. Glaring and grinding her teeth, she got on the ground and began to clean. And there she cleans to this day. DONE!!!!!" Duo cried, waking Heero from a deep, relaxing slumber.

"..........With what?........" Heero mumbled, pulling the covers over his head in an attempt to get back to dream land. His attempts proved futile as Duo began ranting. Loudly.

"WITH WHAT!?! Weren't you listening this whole time?! What’s wrong with you?! Honestly. Psh. How rude. Well that’s just fine. I'll have to read it over again, wont I?" That was not possible, however, as Heero pulled out his gun from...somewhere...and shot the book. Three times. Just to make sure it was dead. Then once more as he sneezed and his finger slipped, landing on the trigger.

"Right. No more stories. Gotcha." the braided one said, staring at the poor, mangled book. How short its life had been. It never even got to have a last dinner or anything...

"Let me sleep, Duo." Heero said, turning away from the annoying boy and snuggling into the blankets.

Duo pouted.

Fine.

How mean.

His sulking was interrupted as a thought entered his brain. Why, here he was, reading a book, while Heero laid there in bed, probably delirious with hunger. Yes, that must be it! Why else could Heero possible not have enjoyed that classis tale?

Nodding to himself, Duo quietly got up from the chair and exited the room, keeping his eyes on Heero's prone form to make sure the boy was asleep and not aiming a gun.

He walked down to the Kitchen and opened a cupboard, rummaging inside for a while.

Was there nothing to eat in this stupid place!?

Finally, after what seemed like hours to the braided one, he found a small, crumpled package of Ramen Noodles. Grinning happily, he picked out a small pot and set it on the stove after pouring a cup or two of water into it. As he turned on the gas, he opened the plastic package and emptied its contents into the aforementioned pot

Smiling cheekily at his work, he pulled out a chair and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more, just for a change of pace.

Whining, he tried to get into a more comfortable position. Giving up, he settled his head on his folded arms and closed his eyes to rest.

The next thing he knew he was woken by the thick smell of smoke.

Eyes widening in alarm, he searched the area for the source of the flames.

Then sweatdropped.

Memo to self; Never fall asleep while cooking.

He jumped from the chair and turned the gas off, taking an oven mitt from where it hung upon the rack. He stuck his hand it in and grabbed the pot, dumping it in the sick.

As he took the mitt off, he squeaked.

The heat had melted a large hole right by his fingers.

Opening a window and making sure nothing else was on fire, Duo trudged back into Heero's room sadly. There goes his attempt at fixing Heero a snack. He muffled yell as he walked into something and fell on the floor, butt first.

He glanced up and quickly rushed to his feet, "Heero! What are you doing out of bed! You could have collapsed again!"

Heero glared, his vision doing a weird ballerina thing.

"I smelled smoke." he answered, letting Duo lead him back into bed. He laid down with a sigh.

Duo sweatdropped again, "Yes..that. Well, I thought you might be hungry-"

"I'm not."

"Ok....anyway, I was going to make you some soup, but, it caught on fire for some reason." Duo chuckled nervously, "Weird, huh?"

Heero's lip twitched in amusement as he stared at the long haired boy.

"You didn't have to."

"I know..." Duo said slowly, "But you're sick, so it's my job as your friend to take care of you."

"My friend?"

Duo snorted, "Duh! What did you think I was? You're skiing instructor?"

Heero shook his head, pulling the blanket around himself tighter, "Never mind, Duo." He was shocked to find Duo slipping into bed beside him, wrapping his arms around him.

"Duo?"

The said pilot just grinned nonchalantly, "It'll keep you warmer, since you seem to be shivering a bit. Relax and go to sleep."

Heero gave him a small smile, "Whatever you say."

"Heero?"

"Hmm?"

"This is nice. You should be sick more often."

Blinking, Heero's smile widened and he leaned forward, giving the wide-eyed pilot a small, chaste kiss on the lips.

"I'll just ignore that comment."

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