Pamela Susan Fox, if you are reading this, get away. I forbid you to read this. Sorry, sis.

Notice.

I will not be posting under this name anymore. If you check the new page in the GW later today, June 6, 2001, you will probably figure out my new alias (sp). Or you could email me for it.

I haven’t been able to concentrate since Friday, so nothing new except maybe another chapter in slavery; I have the chapter half-done from early Friday. I have swimmers ear and it hurts.

Now for a short ficlett. Hummer. Title: tie.

“I know you have it, so give it.” Duo said, glaring down at the wing pilot who didn’t even stop typing on his laptop. Duo tapped his foot and yelled curses at the pilot. The curses didn’t work. Duo stopped.

Flopping down on his red-sheeted and black-pillowed bed, Duo contemplated ways to get whatever he wanted. Some ideas came, but were shot away with a mumbled ‘no’. Finally, an idea on who to ask for ideas came to him.

He rummaged through the piles of things under a bed. Heero’s so perfect on the top, so messy on the bottom--because of Duo-- bed, if you must be exact. He grinned as he felt something soft. He pulled it out. A bit of pink first showed. Then a big thing of pure fluffy pink and somewhat dirty white—as universal law stated, white things must always be stained after at least one use, and this thing had been used way more then once.

Duo hugged the thing to his chest and hurried to the closest bathroom that just happened not to be in Heero’s eyesight at this time because it would ruin the fic at this time and get Duo thoroughly beaten.

Duo locked the bathroom door behind an ignorant Heero and almost chuckled. Duo flopped down on the floor. The overly pink think found itself on the floor next to the cheerful face of Duo. He loved blackmail and embarrassing people, and that was what he was about to do to an innocent author. Eep.

“Okay, Fox goddess, time to pay up for all the times I let you watch me and Heero play with chains through the eyes of this stuffed animal.”

“Who,me?” said the stuffed animal.

“Yes, you, the one who loves to see Herro nakie with chains draped over his body. You the one who makes the stuffed rabbit turn a dark red many times.”

The pink rabbit stuffy(1) looked down a bit. A red coloured her already pink cheeks. “But… but this isn’t even your stuffed animal. It’s Heero’s.”

“Yeah, but I retrieve you from under the bed whenever I feel kinky.”

“Okay, okay. What you want?”

The stuffed rabbit and grinning Duo talked for about twenty minutes more until Duo, grinning, got up and headed out the bathroom door, locking that door with a certain rabbit left behind, but not a certain fox-shaped shadow that came out of that rabbit.

Duo headed to a still typing Heero. Heero seemed to be engrossed in his work. His brows were furrowed and his eyes steadied on the flickering screen.

Duo grinned, standing over the boy. “Heero, I know you have it, so give it.”

The shadow of a fox pulled out a shadow of a computer and quickly typed a paragraph.

Heero stood up and smiled at Duo and handed something over to Duo, something small and black: Duo’s hair tie.

Duo grinned and tackled Heero. They proceeded to make loud love—Wufei got a nose bleed a mile away—for the rest of the day. It was two-am when they started. Heero’s only comment when they finished at midnight: ‘my arse hurts’.

1—stuffed animal.