Disclaimers: Your Heart Will Lead You Home sung by Kenny
Loggins and NOT owned by me. For that matter, neither are the G-boys. Or
Reunion. <sighs> Warnings: Angst! Sunny days and starry nights
And lazy afternoons
You're countin'
castles in the clouds
And hummin' little tunes
Duo sighed,
staring up at the sky from where he lay on a grassy hill. It wasn't hard
to enjoy the splendor of nature around him, but he knew that his time was
up. He'd thought long and hard about what had happened at the party. One
month, in fact. And during that month, he'd decided that he could probably
salvage some sort of friendship with the Chinese pilot. The thought had
left his heart warm and his soul happier than he'd been in a long time. If
he couldn't get love, then friendship would be wonderful.
But
somehow right before your eyes
The summer fades away
Everything is
different
And everything has changed
"I'd like to speak to
Relena Peacecraft," Duo grinned winningly at the secretary, still
half-wondering why none of Heero's email addresses or phone numbers
worked. It was odd, but Heero had spent so much time during the war hiding
such things that he'd probably changed them all from habit. And it had
always been up to Duo to ferret them out. It was almost like a
game.
"I'm sorry," the woman said, her cold smile tightening slightly
as she looked him up and down. "She's not in at the moment. May I take a
message, please?"
"Huh? Oh, sure!" Duo beamed. This'd work, at least.
"Just tell her to get in contact with Duo Maxwell. She knows how."
"Yes
. . . sir," said the secretary, the word dripping ice. Duo, however, was
too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice.
Two weeks, and when Duo
checked his emails, he frowned. Nothing from Queenie. Nothing from Q-man,
or Tro. Nothing from Heero, either, and that hurt. About the only person
he hadn't tried to contact was Wufei. He just wasn't ready for that, yet.
As much as he'd convinced himself that he could go back to being friends
with Wufei, he knew that he had to be on safe ground, home ground, before
he was ready to make the step to fix things between them.
So he sent
out an electronic postcard, toasting the end of his wartime email address
in Australia and praying that they would write.
If you feel lost
and on your own
And far from home
You never alone, you
know
"I don't get it, guys," Duo said to himself miserably, staring
at his empty inbox. He'd cleared away all the junk mail, and now he was
left with . . . nothing. "Do I have the plague or somethin'?" Once more,
he sat down, writing another set of emails, his thoughts of Wufei
interrupted by curiosity. Surely Q-man would answer, at least! Surely . .
. .
Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all
will be waiting there
With love to share
And your heart will lead
you home
He fingered the cross at his neck, thinking about all of
his friends. They were the best. They wouldn't leave him hanging once they
realized. Nodding, he looked at the email he was on. Finally, he figured
out what to say. "I was wondering... is the offer of a place to stay and
go to school still open? I think I'm ready to come home." Another thought,
and he added, "I miss you guys," as well. Sappy, yeah, but he was writing
to Q-man and Tro. They would understand. Hell, for that matter, so would
Heero . . . if he could ever figure out the Japanese pilot's new contact
information.
***
Funny how a photograph
Can take you back
in time
To places and embraces
That you thought you left
behind
Wufei was trying very hard not to think about the party. It
seemed to take quite a bit of effort when he was staring at the picture
Relena had taken then. Fingers drifted up to touch the glass over Duo's
chest, and flitted away again without even brushing that much. It had been
everything he'd ever wanted, he sighed, letting the memories envelope him
and holding them close to his heart. That one kiss had plugged a missing
hole in his heart, giving him the key to the lock he'd placed on his soul.
They're trying to remind you
That you're not the only
one
That no one is an island
When all is said and done
Even
as the memory of the kiss warmed him, the memory of the next morning
chilled him. The kiss had given him the key to the lock, had plugged the
hole, but the very next day he'd placed three more locks over the first,
had destroyed the hole with the new chasm he'd rent. And he couldn't seem
to fix it. But it was fine. He was fine alone.
*No, you're not,*
whispered his mind, but he shoved the thought aside, refusing to
acknowledge it. He would get by. It was better than hurting Duo again. Far
better to be alone. And he forced himself to believe that.
If you
feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You never alone, you
know
"Where are you now, Duo?" he asked softly, sighing. "What are
you doing? Are you enjoying yourself, whereever you are?" As long as his
thoughts went with Duo, Wufei decided, remembering the teachings of his
Sensei many years before, neither of them would ever be truly
alone.
Just think of your friends
The ones who care
They all
will be waiting there
With love to share
And your heart will lead
you home
This time, his fingers did trace down the glass of the
picture. Surely they could work this out eventually. And in the meantime,
Duo had all of his other friends. And he had Heero. Heero would keep Duo's
heart safe. Heero wouldn't let anything happen to the brash American
pilot.
***
There'll come a day when you're losing your
way
And you won't know where you belong
They say that home is where
the heart is
So follow your heart
And know that you can't go
wrong
"Damned shuttle," Duo growled, glaring at the computer in the
Internet cafe again. Maybe he should just try to call Quatre and Trowa
again. Or Relena. No, definitely not Relena. That secretary was a bitch!
Briefly, his mind flitted to Wufei. If he called 'Fei, would the Chinese
pilot ignore him, too?
Finally, he tapped out a quick message to Quatre
and Trowa. At the end, he asked for a room, as usual. Then he sighed,
letting someone else check their mail and surf the Net, flashing a sick
version of his smile as he left the cafe. He could always check back
tomorrow. Clutching his CDs and player, he headed for a small, lower-end
motel that had a vacancy sign. Surely this time they'd write
back.
If you feel lost and on your own
And far from home
You
never alone, you know
He popped the CD into the player, wondering
once more why they hadn't written. Did he just not rate anymore? Now that
the war was over, was he just another faceless person in the crowds?
Trying not to think about it, he curled up into a ball, listening to the
music and clutching his braid and cross. When he felt himself drifting to
sleep, he didn't bother to shut off the CD player. He'd only wake again in
an hour or two. And it was nice to listen to someone's voice.
*Still
hate me, 'Fei?*
***
Just think of your friends
The ones
who care
They all will be waiting there
With love to share
And
your heart will lead you . . .
He sat bolt upright, then shivered,
dropping his cross and braid. Within moments, he'd stalked over to the
small shoebox he kept their clothing in, gathering it up and using it as a
pillow. The combined smells of all of them, faded over time but kept
bright within his memory, served to make life seem as though they were
right there with him.
He didn't know why he even bothered to imagine
it, though. It wasn't like any of them had cared enough to write him back.
September eighteenth, the last night he'd be at Blake's Port Motel and no
one had called. Quatre and Trowa had known for a week. Relena (and
presumably, Heero) had known for four days. No email, no calls. Hell, no
one had even bothered to tell him to 'fuck off.' Well, no one other than
Relena's secretary. Maybe he shouldn't have been so quick to assume that
Relena hadn't told her to be that way. Maybe . . . maybe it didn't matter
anymore. *Screw 'em all,* he thought, burrowing down into the clothes, a
whisper of black silk against his cheek like a
caress.
***
If you feel lost and on your own
And far from
home
You never alone, you know
*Odd,* Wufei thought, searching
through his drawers. *I don't remember losing that dragon sash.* Twenty
days from Christmas, nearly eight months from the day that Wufei had
managed to fuck up his entire life, and Wufei was busy looking for a sash.
A sash that reminded him of Duo.
Just think of your friends
The
ones who care
Thoughts of Duo swirled in his mind as he searched
for the sash. Then, giving up, he sank down to the floor beside the
dresser, letting the images overtake him. Visions of Duo prancing around
with the sash on his head, wound around his braid, trailing over his body
like a gentle breath of wind . . . Thoughts of Duo's brash smile and ready
laughter, of the way his lips had felt that night. Was that the night he'd
lost the sash?
They all will be waiting there
With love to
share
And your heart will lead you where you belong
"Come home,
Duo," Wufei whispered, tears swimming in his eyes, tears he refused to
shed. Duo deserved better than to be the trigger for weakness. Duo
deserved much better. "Come back to where you belong. Even if I never see
you again, come home. I . . . I miss you."
I know your heart will
lead you . . .
Home . .
.
-Owari-
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