Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the characters of the series. Bandai/Sunrise/Sotsu have that privilege. I am not making _any_ money from this. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I doubt it will even entertain. Please do not sue me, for I am but a poor, unemployed student.

Pairings: 1x2
Category: Yaoi, Angst, Bitchy Pilots?
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content, yaoi, coarse language, angst, violence, grossness, general bitchiness, objectionable content, etc.
Warnings: Yaoi, LEMON, angst, coarse language, gross situations, medical impossibilities, violence, OOC-ness, and general bitchiness
Feedback: Much appreciated! C&C is great. NO FLAMES!

Notes: Okay, I got in February (2001), and I wrote some of it then, but then I forgot about it. I came across what I'd written and decided to pick up where I left off. Unfortunately, I forgot what's supposed to happen in the story, so I'm making it up as I go along. Here's the gist: I've always wanted to write a fic where Heero and Duo _really_ didn't get along. This is it.

'words' - thoughts, //words// - flashback, [words] - dream sequence

A Hate-Hate Relationship
Part 2
by KM

Duo grinned as he set his last explosive into place. He'd strategically placed twenty similar devices around half of the OZ installation. 'And nobody's seen a thing. But then, I'm not an expert in stealth for nothing. Or maybe the enemy is getting dumber...' Duo shrugged at the thought. It didn't matter either way. All that mattered was that he'd gotten the job done.

After setting the timer, Duo sat down to rest. He still had plenty of time to get out of the building before the bombs went off, and he felt like he deserved a breather. He rested his head against the wall and reflected on the past few days.

'Three whole days without "The Perfect Bastard" and I get to blow shit up. Could my life be any better? I think not.'

Immediately after those thoughts came into his mind, Duo was shaken from his reverie by a powerful explosion. He leapt to his feet and ran toward the main corridor, hoping to escape before he was discovered. At the same time, he was racking his brain trying to figure out how he could have made such a miscalculation.

'Shit. I must have set one of the timing devices incorrectly. I know I haven't been here long enough for them to go off while I'm here. Unless...'

Duo stopped and waited, hoping his hunch was right. Sure enough, another, more powerful blast rocked the building a few seconds later.

'Those are definitely not my bombs. They're too far away, almost on the other side of the building. And that last explosion was much stronger than anything mine could produce. What the hell is going on?!'

* * * * * * * * * *

Heero was having a problem. A big problem. His plans to infiltrate the base, blow things up, and kill anyone who stood in his way had backfired. There were far too many soldiers guarding the facility; several times what he'd expected to face. Unbeknownst to him, the base commander, known for his frequent bouts with paranoia (1), had secretly requested additional troops "in case of a terrorist attack." It was a smart move for the commander, but a major setback for the terrorist. Heero had only managed to set one of his fifteen explosives before the first patrol troops had arrived, and he was forced to detonate that bomb in order to evade the troops. His mission aborted, Heero's only option was to get out of the compound as quickly as possible and avoid capture.

Unfortunately, there were over a dozen OZ soldiers following close on his heels.

'If I can get a little farther ahead of them, I can set another explosive. That will slow them down, maybe long enough for me to get out.'

He ducked into an access passageway and hastily set up another bomb. He decided at the last second to leave his pack, which held the rest of the devices, behind. 'The rest will go off when this one explodes. That'll take out the back end of this wing for sure.'

Heero set the timer for ten seconds and ran ahead. He could hear the soldiers' voices just around the corner and knew they were even closer than before, but he hoped the blast would delay their advance.

Ten seconds later, he was thrown forward several feet by the force of the explosion. He breathed a quick sigh of relief at the sounds of chaos and confusion behind him. But that relief was short-lived, as another group of OZ troops quickly took the places of their fallen comrades.

Heero managed to lead his pursuers down several short, narrow hallways and therefore avoided any real risk of being shot. However, he knew that to exit the building, he would have to use the main corridor, which was very wide and almost the length of a football field. If he were unable to get to the door before the troops rounded the corner, he would be a sitting duck.

Putting on an extra burst of speed, Heero rounded the last corner and made a break for the exit. He was halfway down the hall when the soldiers opened fire.

Heero could hear bullets zipping past his head and pushed himself to run even faster. Several bullets grazed him, including one that left a deep gash on his right bicep. A few seconds later he felt a stabbing pain in his left shoulder, but he kept running. After a few more steps, Heero felt an intense pain in the back of his left thigh and he went down.

'This is it. I've failed my mission. I've failed...'

* * * * * * * * * *

Duo had nearly gotten to the main corridor when he heard gunfire. He turned the corner just in time to see Heero go down.

'Shit shit shit...'

Not one to leave a man behind, even if it was Heero, Duo pulled a smoke bomb from his pack and hurled it toward the quickly advancing soldiers. The hall was soon filled with a thick fog of gray smoke, providing Duo with enough cover to get to Heero's prone body without getting shot.

Kneeling beside his fellow pilot, Duo shook his head. "Stupid bastard. Should've known you'd fuck up my mission."

Heero lifted his head. If he was surprised to see the Deathscythe pilot, he covered it up well. "If you don't shut up, we'll both get captured."

Duo narrowed his eyes. "I could just leave you here to die, you ungrateful shit." He paused, contemplating doing just that, but decided against it. 'It would be detrimental to our mission. But it would definitely make me feel better...' Taking a deep, calming breath, he continued, trying to be as professional as possible, "We need to get you out of here. Where are you injured?"

"Two in my left leg, one through my left shoulder, and a scratch on my right arm."

Without another word, Duo carefully put an arm around Heero's waist and helped him to his feet. Then he slung the Wing pilot's right arm over his shoulder, giving Heero something to lean on. The two moved as rapidly as they could to the door, for the fog was beginning to dissipate and soon they would be easy targets.

As they ducked out the exit, Duo tossed a grenade behind him (2), hoping that it would buy them some more time before reinforcements showed up. The loud blast that followed indicated that it would.

Once they were out of the building, the pilots faced another dilemma. They needed a vehicle. Duo scanned the area frantically, his eyes finally coming to rest on a military-issue jeep being driven by two young nurses. Deciding to put his acting skills to use, he waved down the jeep as it passed by, remembering to tuck his pistol into the back of his pants as to not appear too suspicious.

The girl who was driving slowed to a stop. "Yes? Can we help you?" she asked, concerned.

"Please, we need to borrow your jeep! My friend was injured in the explosions and I need to get him to the hospital." Duo gave them his best wide-eyed and innocent look, which was almost as impossible to resist as Quatre's puppy-dog eyes. "Please! He might die if we don't hurry!"

The two nurses looked at each other, a little wary. "We're nurses, we can help you. But why aren't you two wearing your uniforms?"

'Shit.' Duo looked to the ground sheepishly. "Actually, we're not soldiers here. We were just visiting. We're not even really supposed to be here, so we need to get to a civilian facility. Otherwise, we might get some folks in trouble, since they gave us pass codes and stuff." 'Please work, please work...' Then, an idea struck him. "And there's lots of injured soldiers in that building back there, and they need some medical attention. We can take care of ourselves, but they need you in there!"

This seemed to spur the young women on. "Alright, you can take the jeep." They quickly hopped out of the vehicle and grabbed two first aid kits from the back. "But please, be careful. Your friend needs serious help, soon." The two then rushed off in the direction of the still smoking structure.

Not wasting any time, Duo helped Heero into the passenger seat before taking the wheel and racing for the gates. No one they passed tried to stop them, their attention diverted by the goings-on at the main building. Soon, the two were off the base grounds and headed for the nearby woods.

Heero rolled his head around to look at Duo, his eyes glassy from the pain. "Where are we going?"

Duo didn't look at him, just smiled ahead. "You'll see."

Heero glared. 'He's enjoying this. I'm miserable, and he loves it. I think I would have been better off being captured.'

* * * * * * * * * *

After driving for a few more miles, Duo drove the jeep into a clearing in the forest. There he had left his other transportation waiting. He parked the vehicle and got out, moving around to the other side to assist Heero.

"Here's the new ride, Heero. Hope it's to your liking," he added, sounding very insincere. "It'll get us to a safe house a lot faster than that jeep will."

Heero wasn't impressed. "What is it?"

Duo rolled his eyes. "It's an airplane, asshole. Two-seater. Built her myself." The pride was evident in his voice.

"Does it fly?"

"Of course it fucking flies!" Duo was incensed. "Better than Wing. But I'm sure that has more to do with the abilities of the pilot..."

Heero snorted, obviously dubious. "Get your head out of your ass and let's go, alright Maxwell? In case you haven't noticed, I'm injured, and I'd like to fix myself up."

Duo laughed, but there was no mirth in the sound. "It's not that I didn't notice. I just don't care."

"Your concern is appreciated," Heero sneered.

"Anytime," Duo replied with a snarl to match.

The next few minutes were spent in silence as the two disgruntled young men made their way into the small aircraft, the quiet broken only with a few grunts from Heero as he stubbornly tried to make his way with as little assistance as possible. However, his efforts were futile, and he ended up causing himself more pain than was necessary.

After strapping Heero into the co-pilot's chair, Duo ran back out to the jeep. He returned shortly with his pack and a first aid kit.

"Look at what the nurses left for us. Good thing, since you'll be needing it." Duo smiled at Heero's ever-present glare. "Something wrong, Heero? Not feeling well?"

"Shut the fuck up," the dark-haired boy growled.

Laughing, Duo closed the hatch and climbed into the pilot's seat. "Cheer up, man. You're just pissed because you fucked up your mission and I didn't."

Heero stewed silently while Duo took the small plane off the ground. He was surprised at how smooth the takeoff was, but he refused to admit it aloud. Then he had a thought. "How did you complete your mission? I didn't hear any explosions from your side of the building."

Duo grinned back at him. "That's because mine were time-delayed. They weren't set to go off until I was long gone. Actually," he paused, looking at his watch, "they should be going off any time now."

Shortly after those words left his mouth, a resounding *BOOM!* was heard in the distance, accompanied by a huge fireball that erupted along the horizon. Satisfied, Duo turned to look at Heero, whose scowl deepened by the second. "There. Mission complete."

Author's Notes:
(1) Paranoia. Yet another nasty side effect of OZ-issue marijuana.
(2) Inspired by the scene in Rurouni Kenshin (episode 23, I think), where Katsu throws the bomb behind him and it goes off in a little puff of smoke. ::sigh:: I love that show.

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