Fic: Dark Poetry 1/?

Dark Poetry By Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing

Heero pressed send. It was the 1005th email he’d sent to Duo in the last ten years and he KNEW they were delivered and read, but no replies ever came. Duo had been his only kiss, but that had a decade ago. Staring at the screen, he rubbed his face, realized he hadn’t shaved in two days.
Email 1006th had to be written.

I’ve been busy. Do you want me to be sorry? I want to see you. My career at Preventers is over. Please.

Then he got up and got a water, a protein cookie, and wondered about a life that had given him a house that he didn’t use 90% of. The only glimmer of emotion he could find was in his memories of his childhood friend.  His computer dinged for the first time since he’d resigned Preventers and he nearly tripped over a chair he didn’t use getting back to it.
535 Jefferson St. New Seattle, L5.
98234-213  Call before you arrive.
Heero’s hands went to his face, fingers pressing to the bridge of his. H…

Fic: Poison Gas

Poison Gas By Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing

Duo arched an eyebrow, thin lips narrowing.  “Your plan is shit.”  He followed it up with a smile, a tilt of his head, and an actual batting of dark lashes.
The situation commander, who had been on a special weapons and tactics teams a decade before Duo had even been born was having none of it.  “Dr. Maxwell,” he said, the edge of his nose twitching. “I didn’t ask for Preventer support and we don’t need any medical services right now, so if you’ll just wait here where it’s safe, my team will clear this building and then, maybe, we’ll have something you can help us with.”
A  hostage situation two blocks from Preventer headquarters definitely warranted Preventer intervention, as far as Duo was concerned.  He wagged his finger at the older man, then pointed to where the teams were position, to the windows of the old style brick building.  “Your tactic is textbook and completely obvious. Didn’t you feel the vibration in the ground, like te…

fic: What Ties the Soul 3, 4, 5/?

What Ties the Soul 3/? By Max
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing.

“I can hear you,” she said, patient as parents are with errant children.
Duo froze, inching his way along under the midget tree thing. Violet eyes narrowed, watching the woman like he was a great predator. The scent coming from the area was kind of sharp, fuzzy, a little like pizza sauce and it made his stomach jump around like it could grab the food itself.
The woman was strange though, wearing some shirt that went all the way to her ankles and touching everything with a long stick before walking on it. So there were surface mines. He tried to put as little pressure on the ground as he could. The people on Earth were so violent.
She stopped moving right in front of where he was hiding and hit the short tree with her stick. “Come on out now. Are you hungry?”

“Why? You got food,” he asked without moving.
“Indeed I do,” she said. “Come, boy, I’ll give you food.”
“Why,” he asked, fingers hovering above the thick end of her st…