The book in his lap long forgotten, Trowa watched Duo as he paced the room like
one of the lions in a cage at the circus. Behind the couch, Duo would stride to one end of
the sofa and then back to the other. On the sofa Heero sat in one of his oblivious half
asleep half awake modes with eyes closed paying no attention to the fidgety boy behind
him.

“But Heerooooo.....” Duo suddenly stopped and dropped half his body over the
back of the couch beside where Heero sat. “Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee?” he begged.

“No Duo.” Heero didn’t move or even bother to open his eyes while answering
the other boy. “I already told you, there’s to many OZ soldiers stationed here. If you go
out tonight and get caught it could endanger the mission.”

“But there’s nothing to do here! I’ll go stir crazy if I have to stay here any longer.
Tell him Quatre,” Duo implored the blonde Arabian sitting at the safehouse dinning room
table sipping tea and reading a newspaper.

Quatre looked up from the paper and gave Duo a smile. “I’m sorry Duo, I have to
agree with Heero on this one. It’s just to risky to go out tonight.”

Duo threw up his arms in defeat and give a deep heaving sigh. “Betrayed from all
sides.”

“There there Duo,” Quatre comforted him, “I’m sure there’s something to do
around here. Have you looked...”

“I’ve looked everywhere!” Duo replied lifting his head out of hands where he had
dropped it. “There’s not a single thing to do in the entire house. Not even a TV and....”

“There’s no TV because you and Wufei broke it,” Heero interrupted Duo’s
fretting from his position on the couch.

“That wasn’t my fault.” Wufei finally spoke up from the armchair where he sat
with a book, reading glasses perched on his nose. “Maxwell used my katana to make a
hoggie for his lunch. Justice had to be served.”

“Are you still going on about that?” Duo returned defensively, “It was only a little
mustard. Nothing to get worked up over. I just thought...”

“Regardless of who’s fault it is,” Quatre cut in before the two could go at it again,
“The TV is still broken.”

“Yeah, it is.” Duo sighed again and plopped himself down on the sofa next to
Heero, throwing his arms over the back. Heero cracked a lid and looked at him out of the
corner of his eye.

“If you really want something to do...,” Heero suggested.

“Yes!?” Duo asked, gapping at Heero with a look of eager anticipation.

“You could always listen to the radio. It’s sitting over there on the end-table.”
Duo literally deflated as Heero closed his eye again and added a smirk to his stone faced
facade. Trowa chucked silently at the look on Duo’s face as he continued to stare at the
smirking pilot.

“The radio he says...” Duo mumbled, but rose and went over to the indicated
piece of equipment, turning it on. He flipped the dial, running through a dozen or so news
talk stations until he found one that was playing an old soft rock song. As the very end of
the song faded a sympathetic sounding female voice came on.

“This is Janice with your soft rock sunset. Your only all request soft rock station
with requests every night from seven to midnight. Call in your requests tonight. The
number is....” Trowa looked back to his book now that the braided boy seemed placated
for the time being.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later, when Duo was about to dose off due to the slow
extremely sappy music, that he suddenly looked up and got a wicked grin on his
face. He quickly looked around the room to see the others busy with their prospective
reading and Heero still in a semi-cationic state. Using his mad skills of stealth, Duo silently
stood, picked up the cordless phone, and quietly made his way down the hall and into his
bedroom. He did this all without the others noticing. Or so he thought, as
Heero cracked one eye at the departing boy and then closed it again just as quickly. More
minutes passed as the only sound was that of the soft music from the radio that Duo had left
on, and the turning of pages in books. The latest song ended and a small musical theme played in
an almost ethereal sounding voice.

“The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is Janice back with your
requests here on the soft rock sunset. We’ve got a request here from someone who would
like to remain anonymous but has a little something to tell about the person they’re
requesting for. Now then, what is it that you’d like to say?”

A rather fake sounding high voice cut through the silence of the living room,
causing Heero’s eyes to shoot open and stare at the radio. “Hello Janice?”

“Yes, this is Janice and you are on the soft rock sunset. You have someone to
request a song for?”

“Oh yes!” the voice perked up, “I’ve got this guy that likes to completely ignore
me and constantly tells me to shut up when all I want to do is talk to him. He never shows
his emotions and is always getting into fights.”

“Oh how sad,” Janice replied sympathetically.

The voice got all solemn and thoughtful, “Yeah, and what’s worse he doesn’t
value his own life at all. Even though I saved his life he didn’t even thank me!” The voice
cracked slightly at the last part and turned about an octane lower, making it very obvious
who was speaking.

“Well what song would you like to play for him?”

“Oh that’s easy,” the voice responded ecstatically, “Can you play Insensitive by Jan
Arden?”

“Um...sure, I guess we could do that.” Janice responded, sounding a bit confused
since she had excepted a more touching kind of love song.

“Thanks a lot,” the voice cheerily acknowledged, no longer bothering to talk in
the high phonation.

“Okay then,” Janice managed to get back to sounding half way sympathizing
again, “this is Insensitive by Jan Arden requested by an anonymous person to Heero.”

As the music started up Duo strolled into the living room and laid the phone
back on the end-table next to the radio. All the pilots, who had long ago given up reading,
watched as Duo sat down next to Heero with a smirk, as Heero glared daggers at him. Duo
hummed along with the song and when the chorus came up he finally broke into song
completely.

“...by the chill in your embrace, the expression on your face, told me maybe you
might have some advice to give on how to be insensitive. Insensitive....” Duo trailed off
but continued humming. The song ended and everyone continued to
stare at the fuming Heero and a very smug Duo when Quatre abruptly stood up and
dashed into the kitchen. Wufei and Trowa continued to carefully watch the pair just in
case Heero decided to go after Duo, who was, for all the world, looking like a cat who just got a “whole”
lot of cream.

On the radio the commercial break was just getting over and the musical intro
came on once again. “The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is Janice with the
soft rock sunset. We seem to be busy tonight. We’ve got a caller on the line. Hello,
you’re on the soft rock sunset.”

“Umm...hello?”

“Hi, welcome to the soft rock sunset. You have someone to request a song for?”

“Yes please. There’s someone very special to me that I would like to request a
song for. He’s courageous and handsome and is always there when I need him. For
Torwa could you play You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings?”

“Why sure we can,” Janice said, relived by a normal request after that last rather odd call.
“For Trowa, who’s a special someone of a very cute sounding girl out there, You Are The
Wind Beneath My Wings by Bette Midler.”

“No wait! I’m not a....” but the caller was cut off and the song started to play.
Trowa was staring at the radio like it was the most fascinating piece of technology he had
ever layed eyes on. Duo was trying to suppress a snicker and even Heero had lost some of his
initial death glare. Wufei just shook his head. Quatre left the kitchen looking a little
frustrated and with what might have been a slight blush on his cheeks, but it was hard to
tell in the bad light of the living room. As soon as he looked over to Trowa the two boys
locked eyes and Quatre’s features softened instantly. Now it was Trowa and Quatre’s
turn to be gawked at, as they continued to gaze into each other’s eyes.

They didn’t turn away until Wufei coughed and rose out of his chair, exiting into
the kitchen. The movement caused the two boys to break eye contact and Trowa raised a
questioning eyebrow at Quatre who shrugged and went to sit on the arm of Trowa’s chair.

As the song came to an end on the radio, Quatre leaned into Trowa, who put an arm
around his waist and wrapped his hand around Quatre’s. Duo grinned goofly at the
couple then looked over hopefully at Heero only to find that he had gone back into his
semi-cationic state. With a sigh, Duo threw his arms over the back of the couch again, but
sat up abruptly when a voice they all recognized came over the radio.

“The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is Janice with the soft rock
sunset. Welcome, what can I do for you?”

“Woman, do you have any songs about justice?”

“Justice?”

“Yes Woman! Justice! Justice!”

“Um, I don’t think we have anything....” Janice was beginning to wonder what
kind of person called into the soft rock sunset asking for songs on justice. “How about
the song by Scandal, The Warrior.”

“That’ll have to do I guess.”

“And who are you requesting the song for?” Janice replied, relived she’d found
something to appease the eccentric caller.

“It’s requested to Treize. I’m coming to get you Treize! You just wait!” With
that the song started, filling the room with a more upbeat tempo. Wufei stalked through
the living room and landed in his chair, giving a look just daring someone to say
something.

Just as the song reached its third chorus of “Shooting at the walls of heartache.
Bang! Bang!” part, Trowa whispered something to Quatre and lifted himself out of the
chair. Quatre slid down in the spot Trowa had just vacated with a smile on his face.
Trowa picked up the cordless that Duo had laid by the radio and made his way down the
hall to the room he and Quatre shared. There was the soft click of a door shutting as the
last cords of music played on the radio ending Wufei’s song.

“The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is Janice with your soft rock
sunset.” Janice’s voice was starting to sound a little less considerate, what with all the
bizarre requests being called in that night. Quatre, for one, didn’t notice as he directed all his
attention to the radio. “We’ve got a caller on the line. You’re on the soft rock sunset.
You have a request?”

“Yes,” answered a smooth soft spoken voice over the radio.

When the caller didn’t continue Janice ground her teeth together and asked, “And
what is your request?”

“A song,” the voice replied.

“And what song is that?” Janice was getting ready to pick up her microphone and
smash it through the studio window.

“Open Arms by Journey.”

“Oh,” Janice’s voice abruptly returned to it’s old sympathetic self. “That’s
wonderful! And who would you like to request the song for?”

“Quatre,” the voice answered simply.

“Great! Here’s Open Arms by Journey for Quatre.” There was a bang from the
radio as if someone had hit something against a table and then the song started.

As Trowa left the hallway and walked back into the living room, Quatre jumped up
from the chair and hugged him. Trowa gave a small smile and placed an arm around him.
He bent down whispered something in Quatre’s ear to which the blond headed pilot
nodded enthusiastically.

“We’re going to turn in for the night.” Trowa stated.

“Goodnight everyone.” Quatre added, as they departed the group, still wrapped
round each other. Wufei stood up and stretched.

“I’m going to bed also,” he pronounced, and left the two boys on the couch
without another word. Heero rose and looked back at Duo who still had his arms over the
back of the couch and was staring at the ceiling.

“We better get some sleep too. Are you coming?” Heero inquired.

“In a minute.” Duo responded still staring at the ceiling.

“Fine.” Heero turned to leave then looked back once more. He listened as a
another commercial break came on the radio, then left for the bedroom.

Duo closed his eyes and listened as a jingle about something called Heavenly Hams
played. “Guess I should probably get to bed too.” He yawned and walked toward the
radio to turn it off just as Janice, sounding more than a little flustered, came back on.

“The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is Janice with your soft rock
sunset. We’ll take one more call tonight before we say goodbye. Hi, you're on the soft
rock sunset.”

Duo had his hand on the dial when a gruff voice stopped him from turning it off.
“Can you play a song?”

“That’s what we do here.” Janice was starting to sound just a bit over the edge
with a slightly psychotic tone to her voice. “What song would you like to play?”

“I don’t care. Just play something.” the voice decreed.

“And who is this song for?” Janice sounded like she was talking through her teeth
now.

“He knows who he is.”

“Fine then!” At the studio people started to back away from Janice. “Here’s a song
to someone who won’t tell me their name to someone who’s name they won’t tell me
either!”

“Wait a second,” the gruff voice broke in.

“What is it now!”

“Do you have the song Angel Mine?”

“By Cowboy Junkies!? Yes! Yes we do!”

“Good, play it,” the voice commanded.

“Okay! This is Angel Mine by Cowboy Junkies from someone out there to
someone else out there, you know who you are!” Janice laughed insanely as the music
started.

He searched for those wings that he knew
that this angel should have at her back
And although he can't find them
he really don't mind
because he knows they'll grow back
And he reached for that halo that he knows
that she had when she first caught his eye
Although his hand came back empty
he's really not worried
'cause he knows it still shines
I can't promise that I'll grow those wings
or keep this tarnished halo shined
but I'll never betray your trust
angel mine

Back in the bedroom Heero powered off his cell phone and set it down on the desk
next to his laptop. He heard someone clear their throat and turned to find Duo leaning in
the doorway with a broad smile. In the background the radio from the living room still
played.

I search all the time on the ground
for our shadows cast side by side
Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy
that you exist and are mine
And I know that your skin is as warm and as real
as that smile in your eyes
But I have to keep touching and smelling
and tasting for fear it's all lies
I can't promise that I'll grow those wings
or keep this tarnished halo shined
but I'll never betray your trust
angel mine

With an expressionless face, Heero turned back to the desk as Duo came up behind
him and wrapped his arms round Heero’s neck. “Hey Heero.”

“Hum?” Heero had closed his eyes again as he took Duo’s roaming hand in his.

“Thanks.”

Heero gave an acknowledging grunt then turned to look at Duo. “But Duo,”

“Yeah?”

“Next time request a different song.”

Duo chuckled and kissed Heero lightly. “Can do.”

Last night I awoke from the deepest of sleeps
with your voice in my head
And I could tell by your breathing
that you were still sleeping
I repeated those words that you had said
I can't promise that I'll grow those wings
or keep this tarnished halo shined
but I'll never betray your trust
angel mine

In the living room the forgotten radio ended the song and Janice’s slightly more
composed voice filled the room. “The soft rock sunset....101.5...K...P...L...A. This is
Janice with your soft rock sunset. That’s it for tonight but tomorrow we’ll be back with
all your soft rock requests right here on KPLA.” Just as the cords of Return to Pooh’s
Corner started up Janice could be heard in the backgroud saying, “From now on
I’m sticking to requests from five year olds and people in prison. They’re safer.”

End