Friends in Low Places
Jul. 24th, 2002 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThe scene when Max and Barton entered the GW Common Room wasn't quite what they were expecting. Sure, they knew that Duo had apparently gone straight and taken a temporary leave of his senses. In fact, it all seemed very *wrong*. Even if Duo didn't flame, and he declared himself to be bisexual, *everyone* knew that he prefered male lovers. The fact that Duo was now almost completely hetero, and was chasing after Relena, made the circumstances read like something out of a bad sci-fi novel. They also knew that their counterparts were *very* unhappy about the whole situation.
So, Max and Barton both expected a more war room atmosphere than what they were exposed to. Trowa was at the computer, seemingly hacking into the Castle's networks. Wufei was pacing back and forth across the common room, muttering to himself in Chinese. Quatre... Max winced. Quatre was hitting the Everclear. The blond was thoroughly *smashed*.
"What's goin' on here?" Max called out, dropping his bag to the floor. Barton did the same, but wandered over to lean over his couterpart's shoulder, green eyes watching the lines of code as they scrolled by.
Wufei paused in his pacing to look at Max, then scowled and resumed. "Nice to see you, Maxwell. I was wondering if the Writer was going to bring out the big guns."
Max shrugged. "You know me. What I can't understand is why y'all are just hidin' here instead o' tying down my idiot counterpart and fuckin' the livin' daylights outta him."
Wufei winced.
Trowa twitched.
Quatre started to laugh like he did when he was on ZERO System.
"We ter-ried tha' lash' nighth," Quatre slurred, levering himself off the floor. He made it to his knees before gravity pulled him face down onto the carpet. He lay there for a moment, giggling insanely. "Du-uo shaith tha' we shouth leave 'im alone, tha' he waash dif... diff... diffrenth now... He shaith tha' he doshenth wanna talk ta ushth no more..."
"The baka hasn't been in the wing since he... *turned,*" Wufei spat out like a curse. "He's been mostly staying in the public areas, but we know that last night he slept in the OC Wing... in that *onna's* room."
"Well, where the hell has Heero been?!" Max exploded. He was furious and he didn't know why. "Why isn't *he* here with you guys?! Or blowing that blonde bitch's brains out of her empty little head?!"
Trowa made a soft sound, his eyes never leaving the computer screen, his fingers still flying over the keyboard. "We still haven't been able to locate Heero yet. However, a bunny with his POV on it was slammed through the queue, so he's not dead or incapacitated."
"So you're trying to track the source of the bunny?" Barton asked. He was already sitting at one of the other computers that had been networked together, helping his double hack through the systems.
"Yes," Trowa answered. "But that's not the only thing we found."
Max resisted the urge to pull his hair out by the roots. "What could make this worse?!"
Wufei snorted. "You don't know the half of it. Because he's Primary Muse, Duo's always informed of the origins of any fics that get put on the queue, especially ones that come through so quickly. Chances are that Duo *knows* where Heero is, but is intentionally not seeking him out."
"Why the fuck wouldn't he?" Max asked.
Wufei's countenance went grim and he pushed some paper into Max's hands. "Because of that."
Max looked down at the pieces of paper. They looked like those sheets that bunnies in this place spit out when you were working on a fic. He scanned the sheets quickly, his violet eyes darkening in anger.
"I'M GONNA FIND THAT FUCKING BASTARD AND RIP HIS GODDAMNED BALLS OFF AN' FEED 'EM TO HIM!" Max roared. He threw down the papers with disgust, storming out of the room and out towards the Main Commons.
Barton looked up in worry. "What was that about?"
Trowa just tapped something on his screen, and a window with the same words popped up. Barton went pale as he read, then bit his lip as he closed the window and started his hacking. If those few lines *were* part of the bunny, then someone was going to die.
So, Max and Barton both expected a more war room atmosphere than what they were exposed to. Trowa was at the computer, seemingly hacking into the Castle's networks. Wufei was pacing back and forth across the common room, muttering to himself in Chinese. Quatre... Max winced. Quatre was hitting the Everclear. The blond was thoroughly *smashed*.
"What's goin' on here?" Max called out, dropping his bag to the floor. Barton did the same, but wandered over to lean over his couterpart's shoulder, green eyes watching the lines of code as they scrolled by.
Wufei paused in his pacing to look at Max, then scowled and resumed. "Nice to see you, Maxwell. I was wondering if the Writer was going to bring out the big guns."
Max shrugged. "You know me. What I can't understand is why y'all are just hidin' here instead o' tying down my idiot counterpart and fuckin' the livin' daylights outta him."
Wufei winced.
Trowa twitched.
Quatre started to laugh like he did when he was on ZERO System.
"We ter-ried tha' lash' nighth," Quatre slurred, levering himself off the floor. He made it to his knees before gravity pulled him face down onto the carpet. He lay there for a moment, giggling insanely. "Du-uo shaith tha' we shouth leave 'im alone, tha' he waash dif... diff... diffrenth now... He shaith tha' he doshenth wanna talk ta ushth no more..."
"The baka hasn't been in the wing since he... *turned,*" Wufei spat out like a curse. "He's been mostly staying in the public areas, but we know that last night he slept in the OC Wing... in that *onna's* room."
"Well, where the hell has Heero been?!" Max exploded. He was furious and he didn't know why. "Why isn't *he* here with you guys?! Or blowing that blonde bitch's brains out of her empty little head?!"
Trowa made a soft sound, his eyes never leaving the computer screen, his fingers still flying over the keyboard. "We still haven't been able to locate Heero yet. However, a bunny with his POV on it was slammed through the queue, so he's not dead or incapacitated."
"So you're trying to track the source of the bunny?" Barton asked. He was already sitting at one of the other computers that had been networked together, helping his double hack through the systems.
"Yes," Trowa answered. "But that's not the only thing we found."
Max resisted the urge to pull his hair out by the roots. "What could make this worse?!"
Wufei snorted. "You don't know the half of it. Because he's Primary Muse, Duo's always informed of the origins of any fics that get put on the queue, especially ones that come through so quickly. Chances are that Duo *knows* where Heero is, but is intentionally not seeking him out."
"Why the fuck wouldn't he?" Max asked.
Wufei's countenance went grim and he pushed some paper into Max's hands. "Because of that."
Max looked down at the pieces of paper. They looked like those sheets that bunnies in this place spit out when you were working on a fic. He scanned the sheets quickly, his violet eyes darkening in anger.
"I'M GONNA FIND THAT FUCKING BASTARD AND RIP HIS GODDAMNED BALLS OFF AN' FEED 'EM TO HIM!" Max roared. He threw down the papers with disgust, storming out of the room and out towards the Main Commons.
Barton looked up in worry. "What was that about?"
Trowa just tapped something on his screen, and a window with the same words popped up. Barton went pale as he read, then bit his lip as he closed the window and started his hacking. If those few lines *were* part of the bunny, then someone was going to die.
