sent the water up in fretful waves to splash and rush over the deck until he was almost wading. Through the gathering gloom, he saw one of the crewmembers finish his task and retreat helplessly to the relative safety of belowdecks. Apart from himself, there were only two others left. Then, unexpectedly, Heero emerged from belowdecks. Through the rain, Duo watched in disbelief as Heero grabbed the elbow of one of the other techs and leaned in close to speak in his ear. Duo almost laughed at the sight; Heero practically had to stand on his tiptoes for the man to hear him. The Sweeper's expression turned to one of surprise, but after a moment he nodded and stepped away from the line he'd been struggling to pull down. As he headed for the doorway, head bowed against the rain-driving wind, Heero took his place at the line, easily pulling it down to the metal ring on the deck. Duo half-laughed, not expecting the sound to carry through the storm, but Heero looked up towards him all the same. Grinning, Duo began to make his way across the deck towards his fellow pilot, carefully clinging to handholds the whole way. "Hey, buddy!" he shouted as soon as he was within range. "Nice weather we're having, huh?" Heero managed to look half-annoyed and half-bored, though if he snorted his derision for Duo's poor taste in jokes, it was lost in the wind. "Ne, Heero," Duo said, managing to keep an almost conversational tone despite the noise. "I half expected that you'd be in Wing and away from here by now." Although it was a very pleasant surprise to be proven wrong. "Don't be an idiot," Heero replied, his voice carrying over to Duo. "I couldn't pilot in this storm. Now, tell me what needs to be done." Duo grinned, freeing one hand to swipe the drenched bangs out of his eyes. "This winch assembly -- everything has to be locked into retract position -- and that pile of crates over there. They're not irreplaceable, 'swhy we left'em for last, but it's a miracle they haven't slid already." Heero nodded, the rain beginning to plaster his messy hair flat to his head. "I will take care of it." He turned away and began to cross the flooded deck, not seeming to have any trouble with balance despite the wild rock and pitch of the deck. "Oi, Heero!" Duo shouted, just as another wave crashed against the side of the ship. Heero turned back, and Duo let his accustomed grin soften into a real smile. "Thanks for the help, man," he said, quietly enough that he was relying on Heero's lip-reading skills to be understood. "I really appreciate it."
Re: Three Days
Date: 2006-02-21 04:22 am (UTC)Then, unexpectedly, Heero emerged from belowdecks. Through the rain, Duo watched in disbelief as Heero grabbed the elbow of one of the other techs and leaned in close to speak in his ear. Duo almost laughed at the sight; Heero practically had to stand on his tiptoes for the man to hear him. The Sweeper's expression turned to one of surprise, but after a moment he nodded and stepped away from the line he'd been struggling to pull down. As he headed for the doorway, head bowed against the rain-driving wind, Heero took his place at the line, easily pulling it down to the metal ring on the deck.
Duo half-laughed, not expecting the sound to carry through the storm, but Heero looked up towards him all the same. Grinning, Duo began to make his way across the deck towards his fellow pilot, carefully clinging to handholds the whole way. "Hey, buddy!" he shouted as soon as he was within range. "Nice weather we're having, huh?"
Heero managed to look half-annoyed and half-bored, though if he snorted his derision for Duo's poor taste in jokes, it was lost in the wind.
"Ne, Heero," Duo said, managing to keep an almost conversational tone despite the noise. "I half expected that you'd be in Wing and away from here by now." Although it was a very pleasant surprise to be proven wrong.
"Don't be an idiot," Heero replied, his voice carrying over to Duo. "I couldn't pilot in this storm. Now, tell me what needs to be done."
Duo grinned, freeing one hand to swipe the drenched bangs out of his eyes. "This winch assembly -- everything has to be locked into retract position -- and that pile of crates over there. They're not irreplaceable, 'swhy we left'em for last, but it's a miracle they haven't slid already."
Heero nodded, the rain beginning to plaster his messy hair flat to his head. "I will take care of it." He turned away and began to cross the flooded deck, not seeming to have any trouble with balance despite the wild rock and pitch of the deck.
"Oi, Heero!" Duo shouted, just as another wave crashed against the side of the ship. Heero turned back, and Duo let his accustomed grin soften into a real smile. "Thanks for the help, man," he said, quietly enough that he was relying on Heero's lip-reading skills to be understood. "I really appreciate it."