10 August 2004
Title: Clickety Clack
Author: babaca
Pairing: none really just a conversation between Trowa and Heero
Rating: G
Warnings: No warnings. Kind of a re-write of a GW episode scene (of which I can't remember the episode name or number, but Heero and Trowa are searching for family members of the plane Heero shot down.
Total words: 491
Click click click click click click click...
He sighed. 'Just ignore it,' he mentally told himself. 'Just concentrate on the files in front of you.'
Tap. tap. tap. click. click. click. click. click click click click click.
He had not realized that his face was starting to twitch along with every click of the keys. His foot began to do an unconscious rhythmic tap against the other foot.
No this was important to him. And it was silly to be irritated by something that was not in his control. He looked closer at the newspaper article and found a name that might be useful.
Clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack.
'I won't kill him. Killing him would be wrong. It would no doubt set back this war for even longer,' was now the mild litany in his head as he pretended not to hear Heero typing on a keyboard.
Click clack click clack click clack.
"How is your search going," He decided to ask, hoping that the distracting typing noise would cease if for only a moment.
"Still not finding the information I need," Heero said, continuing to type.
He sighed again. The damn typing never stopped once. He showed Heero the name he thought might be useful. Heero glanced at it and typed it into his search.
"The Noventa family is not very far from here," Heero said.
"Yes," Trowa said. "Would you like for me to go with you?"
Heero looked at him. The typing finally stopped. "Why would you do that?"
Trowa wondered a little bit himself why he should feel obligated to go. He wondered why he picked up the very broken doll that was Heero Yuy from the battlefield and brought him back to the circus with him. Cathy wondered why he brought this, to her eyes, scary boy to their sanctuary.
"Someone needs to look after you, since you don't seem to be interested in doing it yourself," Trowa offered.
Heero seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging. "Come along if you want to."
The weeks he had spent nursing Heero back to health, he knew this was going to be the closest thing to an invitation to come along that Trowa would ever receive.
Click click click click click click click...
This time Trowa felt the twitch on his face. "Heero, maybe we could get something to eat. We need to take a break." *from the eternal racket of you typing* was implied only in Trowa's mind.
"Not hungry."
"You need to take care of your body," Trowa said, 'before I smash that keyboard,' he left unsaid. "Just for a while, we'll come back here. The information isn't going anywhere."
Heero closed the search window, cleared the history and cache from the library's computer. "Okay, let's go."
Trowa attempted not to look shocked by Heero's quick acquiescence. He merely nodded and gathered their things.
Owari
(:./babaca/clack)
