Title: Miracle
Author: Link Worshiper
Pairing: 1=2
Stuff: Drabble sap and fluff, un-beta-read
Disclaimer: I'm still trying to work out what Bandai and Sotsu would trade me for GW.

For Merith just 'cause. Foo Fighters, this one's on you. Hope it's not too lame.

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To Duo, the moon always seemed so close when he lay on the roof like this, almost as if it were set on plummeting down and crashing all its weight right into his chest. He spread his arms out on either side, bidding it to him. "I need someone to talk to, anyway, big guy," Duo addressed the shining disc. "It's okay if you don't really hear me - just pretend like you do, okay?"

He sighed heavily and was silent again, unable to really find the sort of tranquility he was looking for, even in such a place. He hadn't been able to sleep to begin with, and coming up here had only been something to do for lack of being able to rest. He did it frequently enough, especially as of late, since things had settled down a little. After everything he and his friends had survived during the wars, he knew they were all just lucky to be alive, but the new things that had started to fill his thoughts were hard to get used to.

For instance, though he and Heero had been close friends during the war years, it hadn't been until they'd enlisted with the Preventers together that Duo really had time to contemplate what that actually meant. He was startled to realize how fiercely he'd latched to Heero's company with a strength that he hadn't even realized was there. Back and forth, Heero's voice was what kept him up at night, tossing Duo side to side in the shivers of its hurricane, and all Duo could hope to do was keep his head above water.

"I bet you see this all the time, big guy," Duo said at length, glancing up at the moon again. "Idiots who hide the way they feel 'cause they have no fucking clue how to explain it, while they go fretter and waste trying to find the words that'll eat him up inside." Another big, despondent sigh huffed through Duo's lips as he readjusted his position and folded his hands behind his head. "Any suggestions from above, big guy?"

A wispy cloud strayed across the moon's shining face.

Duo blew his bangs out of his face with a note of frustration and muttered, "Yeah, thanks for nothin'." In a show of defiance, he rolled over onto his side, staring across the shingled expanse, which was fitted with a strip of solar paneling and a complicated stringing of electric wires that fed out to the telephone poles lining street. Still, it was hard to ignore the moon's presence, which was trying to win back Duo's favour by reflecting subtly across the series of rooftop skylights that peered into the bedrooms of the Preventers' barracks below. Try as Duo might, he had a hard time ignoring the way the skylight he knew was just above Heero's bunk seemed to glow a little bit brighter than the rest of them.

Soon, Duo found himself situated next to the seventh skylight from the one he'd used to climb onto the roof from his own bunk. The smile that grew on Duo's face as he peered through the glass couldn't be described as anything but affectionate, even if there was a hint of sadness weighing at the corners of his mouth as he slid his fingers across the starlit window. "Something always between me and you - something I can't even see," Duo murmured to himself, thinking it was strange to be gazing down at heaven like this.

Underneath, Heero continued to sleep peacefully, the anguish of his midnight visitor completely unbeknownst to him. He lied on his back, his head turned slightly into the soft pillow cushioning it, his head filled with dreams Duo longed to be a part of. He would stir every now and then, kicking the thin blue blankets wrapped around his legs, only to settle back into his ignorant slumber. Duo thought Heero's peaceful demeanor was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever been allowed to see.

"What if I do, big guy?" Duo whispered, his eyes unable to leave Heero's form, even as he turned his questions back to the heavens. "If I do - or if I don't... I can't decide."

A moonbeam reflected brightly back off the glass as if in response, but Duo wasn't sure it was something he was ready for just yet. Not for the first time, he wished he wasn't so nervous when it came to expressing things about himself that really mattered - things that had the potential to seriously alter the course of his life. Truth be told, it all came down to him being a little afraid of what the consequences of taking that first step might be. So instead, he kept the tumult inside his head nothing more than a secret fascination.

"Stay there, soft and blue," Duo whispered to Heero. "And I'll say goodnight and wait for you, alright?"

Somewhere nearby, there was the leathery flutter of wings, like a roost of bats suddenly taking to the sky. An ambulance whined in the distance, and the moon watched on with its continued wise silence. And in the darkness of his quarters, Heero Yuy's eyes fluttered open to look up at the constellations above, where he was happy to see his favourite one cradled in heaven's soft starlight.

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Yay productivity of the wrong persuasion!