Trowa walked down the hall until he came to the desk of his once-comrade at arms. Heero was sitting ramrod straight in his chair, eyes locked on his laptop, which wasn't that unusual. Trowa frowned, checking his watch. :What is he doing here so late? I know he finished that report on the MS bust...: his train of thought faded off as he noted his friend was, strangely enough, not typing. Heero's fingers poised above his keys, a strained, glazed look in the blue eyes.
"uh.... Heero?"
"Un?"
Trowa crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head slightly. "The guys and I are heading down to Li'l Red's for a late dinner and drink. You said you'd go too. Not backing out, are you? It's already three to eleven."
"Hn."
"Need a hand, or are you going all Neanderthal on me?"
That got a different reaction. Heero let his hands drop in his lap, closing his eyes with a sigh. "Sorry. Give me a few minutes."
Trowa's frown deepened, "A new mission?"
The corner of the Japanese youth's mouth twitched, as if not sure whether to turn into a smile or a frown. "You could say that."
"I could help... I suppose."
Heero turned, looking up at the European. ".... well...."
Duo looked at his watch for the unth time since the eldest of their group left to fetch the last. "I swear, if they're not here in five minutes I'm going without them."
Wufei grunted softly, "You and me both."
Quatre was just as irritated as his other two companions. It was already 11:30, and while their bar and grill was open until one in the morning, they were very close to starvation. His foot tapped insistantly against the pavement, before he headed back into the building, a sharp growl the only warning of his actions. Wufei and Duo, wondering briefly if the ZERO mode was in effect, followed close behind.
The three stopped to see Heero and Trowa's attention caught up into whatever was on the laptop, the clicks of the keys the only noise other than low murmurs traded between the two, despite the fact they were alone in the office space with the other three.
Duo's eye twitched with annoyance, and, without a thought to the consequences, unplugged Heero's laptop from the wall. The green glow that fell on the two ex-Gundam pilot's faces disappeared, leaving only wide eyes and gapes. The two looked up, appauled.
"You.... you.... you......" Heero couldn't manage to speak, his hands shaking in rage.
"WE DIDN'T SAVE THAT!!" Uncharacteristically, Trowa shouted, straightening his posture.
Wufei held up his watch, "It's half past eleven, you can work on it again tomor-ACK!!" The Chinese warrior was cut off as he was caught in a strangle hold by Heero, who proceeded to shout at him in incoherent Japanese.
Duo and Quatre attempted to save their friend, struggling to get Heero to release his grip. Heero let go of Wufei's neck, grabbing his laptop and heading towards the stairs, "DON'T MESS WITH ME WHEN I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK, YOU DRAGON WANNABE!!"
The three pilots wore confussed expressions before turning to Trowa. Trowa was still glaring at them, "Oh, come on, you think it's easy writing fanfiction?"
~owari~
A/N: *hides face in shame* Bad dream... bad dream... bad dream+coffee break+uncooperative art archive=really messed up snippet.