[Ficlet ~ PG] Work Related Injury

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Title: Work Related Injury
Length: Ficlet
Pairing: 1xR
Prompt: Eyewitnesses
Teaser: "We're really not going to talk about what we saw?" he asked, taking
another unfortunate paperclip and beginning its execution by contortion. The God
of Death of Office Supplies was bored out of his wits...
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5141105/9/N ... al_Nuances

Disclaimer: GW = not mine.

Author's Note: Prompt 10 is "eyewitnesses."

Nonsense Nuances
by mistress amethyst une

Work Related Injury

Duo absentmindedly toyed with a paperclip, bending it into a myriad of shapes before shooting it into the wastebasket. Hilde paid him no mind, absorbed in the charts and graphs on her computer screen.

"We're really not going to talk about what we saw?" he asked, taking another unfortunate paperclip and beginning its execution by contortion. The God of Death of Office Supplies was bored out of his wits and itching to discuss something that supposedly never happened.

"We saw nothing," replied Hilde, adjusting the curve on a particularly complex graph for her presentation the following week. "It's really not our business what he does, Duo."

"But-"

"He'll be kicking yours if you don't shut up."

"Relena's been looking for that thing everywhere. She'll kill him if she finds out he-"

"And then he'll rise from the grave to kill us. Not another word."

"But-"

"We saw nothing," she repeated. "Get back to work."

"I mean it's Heero. Who'd have thought?"

Her head collided with the keyboard, filling the screen with a mess of numbers, letters and symbols. "If we talk about this, will you let me finish my presentation?"

"Maybe," he grinned. "Anyway, what do you think?"

"I think what he's doing for Miss Relena is sweet. You'd do a good job by following his lead."

He snickered. "Jealous, babe?"

"Who wouldn't be? The effort he puts into that thing is- I didn't think he had it in him. He's horrid at it but he still manages to deliver."

"You didn't like how I souped up your motorcycle after I crashed it?" he asked, feigning a frown.

She giggled. "Of course, I did. And painting it to look like Deathscythe was a nice touch. Nobody gets in my way. But what Heero's doing for the princess...it's on another level."

A knock was heard on the door, and Heero entered to an unsettling quiet. Walking over to Hilde's desk, he grabbed a folder, but not before Duo made a grab for his wrist.

"That's a lot of band-aids, Heero," commented Duo as blue glared into jovial indigo. "How'd that happen again?"

Heero jerked his hand out of Duo's grasp and stormed off without a word, slamming the door behind him.

"Did you really have to do that?" sighed Hilde.

"The boy needs sewing lessons, babe. The sooner he admits it to himself, the sooner he'll get that damned bear patched up."