"Let's get his car up and running and get the heck out of here," Wufei said. "We don't need to bring anymore attention to this situation, don't you agree?"
Heero rolled his eyes as they turned their attention back to the car. Trowa knelt down as the two angels lifted the car, allowing him to attach the tire. A very unholy thought crossed Heero's mind as he watched the slender mortal.
'Very very nice.' he smirked. Wufei glared at him, unable to do anything else for fear of dropping the car on Trowa. Heero smirked again. Trowa backed away, wiping at the sweat on his forehead and accidentally leaving an oil streak.
"There," he said, turning to his two helpers. They dropped the car carefully. Raising an eyebrow and shrugging, Trowa smiled helplessly.
"So, um. Thanks. D'ya wanna get coffee or something...?" he asked, mentally hitting himself.
Heero smiled inwardly, ignoring Wufei's look.
"Sure. Thank you for the invitation," he said politely, still eyeing the youth speculatively. Oblivious, Trowa climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.
"What about you, Wufei?" he asked. The angel shook his head.
"No, thank you." Wufei stared directly at Heero, "I have things to do."
Heero stared back, deliberately crossing his eyes before climbing into the passenger's seat. As the car drove away, Wufei shook his head.
"I swear Maxwell's rubbing off on you."
End of Pt. 5
**Wolf**
(:./babaca/rr5)
