20 June 2001
Oki, this idea came to me while I was listening to Dido's "Thank You" so... Please please C&C, I live off of it, ya know. (Suggest listening to 'Thank You' while reading this, not necessary, but it's the inspiration).
This fic is dedicated to all the people who've taken the worst days of my life and turned them into the best, just by being there. Bonne, Aurelie, Skye, koi-chan, just to name a few. And to all those who've bapped/thwapped/glomped/etc me repeatedly to cheer me up (Mi-chan, A-chan, d-chan, Lena-san, Spooks, etc, etc, ad nausem). This is for you guys. And for Ryan-chan for being you.
Pairings: 1+2+1
Rating: G
Warnings: shounen ai, AU
Disclaimer: own nothin', never will, i'm all about that.
"Shit!" Duo cursed, rubbing his abused cranial case and glaring accusingly at the cabinet. He grabbed his coffee mug and grimaced as the cold liquid touched his tongue. He dumped the offending beverage down the sink, muttering about crappy days. All morning things had been going wrong; he'd slipped in the shower, found that his dog had eaten his nice shoes and his work pants, hit his head on various low-hanging objects, and burned his tongue with scalding hot coffee. He honestly wondered why he'd even bothered to drag his hungover ass out of bed.
He sighed as he looked out the window above the kitchen sink... or tried to. The glass was fogged over and he decided, since all wiping it clean would do was reveal a grey and depressing morning, he didn't really want to look outside. His mood was low enough as it was, it didn't need another down hill slalom.
Turning away from the window that graciously hid the grey sky morning, he fixed his gaze on the photo of his lover that hung by the living room door. He smiled, the day brightening significantly. After all, having Heero's love, no day could ever be totally bad. He kissed the framed image as he bounced out the front door, off to work.
The instant he was out the door he was soaked to the marrow, his long hair drenched and plastered to his skull. He cast a glance at his watch and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Ack!" he cried, breaking into an all out sprint.
He made it to the bus stop just as the transit vehicle as it round the corner a block down the street. He bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. His stomach caught up with him and he emptied its contents on the rain drenched sidewalk. His head began to ache, freed from the painkillers he'd dosed himself with upon waking. "Partying on Sunday nights is not a good idea..." he muttered, wanting nothing more that to go home.
Home. Duo sighed, reminding himself that if he wanted to keep his home that he'd have to pay bills which meant going to work. "Stupid logic," he muttered. "I'm so gonna get it for being late... again."
Duo waited all day for the blow from his supervisor, physically drawing in on himself every time the blond haired man walked past his cubical. Despite his worry about receiving a pink slip, Duo worked diligently, finishing file after file... Unfortunately, even his working wasn't without minor incidents. He spilled coffee all over one file, got his tie caught in the shredder, and hit his head, again, on the cabinet in the break room.
Finally, lunch came and Duo joyously ran down to the cafeteria. He grabbed his tray and plopped down beside two of his co-workers, Wufei and Sally, who were talking to one another. The shut up the instant he set his tray on the table, but Duo'd caught enough of their conversation. He wasn't happy that his co-workers... his friends, were discussing his imminent departure from the firm. He grimaced, looking at his food so they would think it was the recipient of his distaste, and ate his lunch in silence. Once he was finished, he hurried back to his cubical, to work.
Around three o'clock, Duo was on the verge of screaming. His day was hell and he was sick and tired of all the quiet buzz of 'he's gonna get fired today' about the large room. It was getting on his last nerve, he wanted to grab the super next time he walked by and yell, "If you're gonna fire me, just get it over with already!" He was so high strung that he broke his pencil when the phone rang.
"Hello?" he answered tentatively.
" 'Hi.' "
Duo perked up and wanted to melt. He listened to his love, telling him where the extra key was, and other miscellaneous answers. He felt like his face would break, his grin was so wide. When he put the phone back on the ringer, he just wanted to fold his arms, lay his head down, and think about his lover. He grinned idiotically at his friend Hilde when she poked her head into his cubical to see what the call was about. She just blinked at him then rolled her eyes, she knew what that grin was for, and left.
Duo finally dragged his tired, aching, and thoroughly soaked, for the second time today, body in the front door. He dropped his bag to the ground and began to peel out of his ruined coat, toeing off his sopping shoes, but froze as a warm, dry towel was thrust under his nose.
He looked up and their eyes connected. Duo wanted to cry, a smile breaking out instead; his heart was singing so loudly. Heero smiled back and tenderly began wiping the water from Duo's cherubic face. "How was your day?" Heero asked the dripping wet man in front of him.
Duo's smile widened as his lover helped him peel out of his wet clothes. "It was the best day of my life," he said honestly as Heero wrapped the towel around his now-naked form and used it to pull him close.
"Oh really," he said. Their faces were close, noses touching.
Duo nodded and kissed his lover, pressing against the muscled body. "Uh huh." He wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders, running a finger lightly over the strong neck teasingly. "Thank you."
Owari
(:./willow/bestday)
