The first thing she was able to sense was warmth. She wasn't sure exactly was it was at first, but it was inviting in its simplicity.

She opened her eyes slowly, half praying that the sun's glare wouldn't blind her as a reward for her attempt to awaken. Thankfully, the shades seemed to be drawn. As she stared at the ceiling through drowsy, half-closed eyes, she was able to make out the thin, almost wispy traces of sunlight etched on the light-colored surface above her.

Her head felt heavy, drowned in a dull throb. She closed her eyes again and sighed softly. Perhaps, it would be better for her in the future to not drink so readily.

Her hand stroked an easing line on her stomach, taking notice after a while that it felt different. It was harder, more defined than it had been when she last touched it, stroked and felt it, for the sole purpose of feeling her own flesh. It always had a soft, pliable sense to it, gentle and womanly. This stomach she was feeling, this hard, scarred flesh couldn't be hers.

She sighed once more, ignoring her thoughts as a result of the dull throb. She has been working out lately, which would give a proper reason for the current state of her flesh... As for the thin lines across her body, the light would easily disprove any theories that they were scars.

The warmth she felt moved slightly, causing her to remember it once more. It was a radiating warmth, an arm, a body resting beside her. Gradually, scents floated into her nostrils, scents she did not recognize. One was tangy, another was musky, another was inviting and sweet... Her companion's breath warmed the side of her neck in a slow pattern. Whoever it was next to her, he was asleep.

Once again, stay away from the alcohol.

It was then that her other hand began to move on its own, carefully stroking the ends of her companion's hair as it rested haphazardly on his bare buttocks. As her hand did this, he softly murmured and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

Perhaps it was the soft kiss on her flesh, or the scents that continued to assault her, or because the man next to her tightened his embrace, that she truly woke up.

She wasn't drinking last night, was she? She should be in her own heavenly room, alone...

The man next to her must have felt her stiffen at the realization that she was naked and in a strange bed for he woke up quickly and lifted himself up.

He placed a comforting hand on her cheek. "What's wrong?" he whispered, his voice filled with loving worry for his lover's sudden reaction.

She was more than aware of his warmth as he lowered his naked body down upon her own with the greatest of ease, making her feel once more a stranger in her own skin. She blinked in the faint darkness, finding herself staring into a familiar pair of blue-violet eyes. "Duo Maxwell!" she wailed, shocked out of her reasoning mind that she's in bed with the man, this man. "What in the world are you doing here!"

It was now Duo's turn to blink in surprise. "What do you mean, 'What am I doing here?' You really pick weird times to play the innocent," he whispered huskily as he placed a little kiss on her cheek before going on to her earlobe and underneath her jawline.

"Stop it Maxwell, this is not funny," she complained, becoming aware of the change in her voice. It sounded different to her, more masculine and quite nasal. Under normal circumstances, this drastic change would frighten her.

Frankly, the situation she was in at the moment was far from normal. She would never consider a situation in which she was naked in bed with Duo Maxwell 'normal' by any stretch of the imagination. "Why am I in bed with you?"

"Huh? What kind of silly question is that?" He grinned at her lovingly. "You and I..." He kissed her on the nose. "...made love..." He kissed her on her lips. "...last night..." He kissed her chin. "...in my bed..." He kissed her Adam's apple and down to the hollow of her throat. "Remember, Heero?" He traced a soft trail to her nipples.

"Maxwell," she said, her voice sounding strained, "I don't know what you are talking about! I would never have sex with you!"

Duo continued, smiling against her skin as he used his warm mouth to try to entice and stimulate her. "You don't mean that, do you, Heero?"

Did he just call her 'Heero?' Her eyes widened for a moment before she continued glaring at Maxwell. "Yes I do mean it, Maxwell."

He continued to not answer her immediately and instead used more physical means of responding.

She heard herself moan unconsciously. "Stop this... and stop calling me 'Heero'."

"Oh?" Duo asked mischievously. "Then what do you want me to call you?"

She gave him an angry glare. "Why not by my real name, Maxwell. And get off of me."

Duo stopped and stared at her. "Boy, you act stranger and stranger every day." He placed the back of his hand on her forehead. "All you feeling okay? Did I leave you with fewer brain cells last night?"

She pushed him off of her. "Idiot! You know bloody well my name isn't Heero. And I do not want to listen to your sick twisted jokes about you and My Heero having sex anymore. Do you understand me?"

He stood next to the bed, as naked as before, staring at her as if she has grown a second head. "Okay... Maybe we should go to a shrink, Heero. For a second there, I thought I was talking to Relena."

"That's exactly who you're-," she started before she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Duo called out, but the person on the other side didn't stop knocking. He grabbed a bathrobe lying around and drapped it over his body while grabbing the doorknob. He opened the door with little gusto.

"What?" he asked.

"Duo," said the person on the other side in a voice that sounded familiar to her. The feminine voice sounded clipped, almost as if saying more would be unnecessary.

"What do you want, Relena," Duo said in a cold voice.

"I want to know what's going on!" she cried out, using the blankets on the bed to cover herself up. At that moment, perhaps it was because Maxwell wasn't distracting her, she saw her body more clearly. The taunt, masculine limbs... the hard, flat chest... the genitalia decorated with a thick fluff of dark brown hair...

If this was a normal situation... Now, she was more frightened than before. Now, instead of being in bed with Duo, she was in bed with Duo in a male body, and, though she may be called a fool, she knew exactly whose body this was...

"Duo," said the person on the other side of the door, the voice an exact copy of her own, "I'm Heero."

It was almost noon when Duo was ready to understand what was going on. To his left sat 'Heero'. 'He' was wearing a thick sweater and pants and, for perhaps the first time in history, 'his' hair was tamed down with a generous amount of gel. To his right sat 'Relena'. 'She' was wearing a tank top and a pair of rather expensive jeans. 'Her' hair was loose, free from its ponytails and braids.

Duo looked at neither of them, but rather stared into his cup of coffee. It was all so wrong.

"After you fainted, we did our best to figure out what happened," 'Relena' began, trying to console Duo with a soft voice and a wandering hand.

'Heero' stared at 'Relena', still in shock, before 'his' look became cold.

Duo flinched. "Sorry, Heero," Duo whispered, "but just the thought of Relena touching me, even if it's Heero-in-Relena's-body Relena, gives me the creeps."

"What is that supposed to mean?" 'Heero', or rather, Relena cried out, insulted.

"Sorry lady, but I don't like air-headed blondes."

"Who are you calling an air-head, you disgusting street rat? Never in a million years did I believe that you would be able to take my sweet, innocent Heero and... *corrupt* him, you pervert!"

"Hey, stop giving perverts a bad name, you sorry excuse for a Spice Girl."

"Excuse me?"

"Which are you supposed to be, Stupid Spice?"

"Duo."

Duo turned to Heero, noting the slight sheen of annoyance in his currently baby-blue eyes. A brief silence transpired.

"Oh, Heero," Relena cried out, reaching out for Heero's pale hands with her own. "Please tell me there's some hope for us. I know that, right now, you're confused, because I know that I am confused as well. I did not know what to think when I saw that Duo... slept with you last night, I still don't know, but I do know that I will help you become normal once again."

Heero tried to pry his hands out of Relena's callous grip, but his real body's strength was being used to her advantage. Thankfully, Duo interjected and forcefully jerked their hands apart.

He placed his hands on top of Heero's open palms. "So I *did* make love to Heero," Duo said softly.

Heero's expression softened as his hands wrapped around Duo's. "Why do you say that?" he asked quietly.

"Because I was kinda afraid that it was Relena all along," he half-joked, a smile on his face.

Relena glared dangerously at Duo. "I seriously hope you are not planning to have..." Her voice failed her before she could even say that horrible word. "... *sex* with Heero while he's in *my* body!"

"You know, sista, you and I actually agree on something now."

They exchanged glares for a moment. Heero sighed softly.

"What in the world is going on in here!?!"

Heero, Duo and Relena turned and saw a red-faced Wufei at the door. Although he looked proper with his hair pulled back and his whites remarkably clean, his face was slack. His jaw was just barely scrapping the floor.

"Uh, Wu? A fly can just buzz right in there..."

"Why are you holding Dorlain's hand!?!"

Both 'Relena' and 'Heero' gave the stunned Wufei their best glares. Although 'Heero's' eyes were better suited for the job, 'Relena' won easily.

Duo flushed a bit. "Um, well, I don't even know why, but..."

"And Yuy!" Wufei made his way around the table to face them. "How can you just sit there with Maxwell shamelessly holding someone else's hand? And I know I shouldn't say this, but Dorlain!?! Duo, are you out of your mind!"

"Hm, Wufei?" 'Relena' said in a cold, soft voice.

"What?"

"I'm Heero. Somehow, Relena and I switched bodies."

"Do you really think that I would even let that... that... *person* touch me!" 'Heero' squeaked, a panic expression on 'his' face.

Wufei's jaw slacked once again. He stared at Duo, who had a somewhat blank expression on his face. "Is this true, Maxwell?"

"Uh... yeah..." He smirked a bit. "Besides, if Relena was really Relena, and not Heero, she wouldn't let me do this." He grabbed the sides of 'Relena's' face and pressed his eager lips on 'hers'. 'She' responded instantly, wrapping 'her' arms around Duo and pulling him on top of 'her'.

'Heero's' mouth slacked. A lone tear silently slipped out and marked a trail on 'his' cheek.

Wufei's hands flew to his nose to try to staunch the flow of blood. In spite of himself, he unceremoniously fainted on the spot.

Wufei weakly held the ice bag on his forehead and leaned against Trowa.

"I though it was rather unnatural for you to faint, Wufei," Trowa said softly, though he too felt a bit light-headed as he gazed at the cause of Wufei's condition. 'Relena', bored out of 'her' mind, had pulled out Heero's laptop and began typing on it.

'Heero', in a fit of hysteria, had run into the bathroom when Wufei first fainted and refused to come out, especially when Duo began demanding to be let in. The reason? He wanted the mouthwash to get rid of, to quote, 'that stank girl taste' out of his mouth.

This only resulted in more wailing from the bathroom.

And Quatre was nowhere to be found today, since the boy had run off to the home of one of his sisters for some reason or another.

Now, with everyone else in the house temporarily incapacitated for one reason or another, it was up to Trowa to try to sort out this whole mess.

He turned his gaze to 'Relena'. "Heero?" his asked, his voice nice and even and, thankfully, not belying his disbelief.

"What." 'Relena's' eyes never left the screen; 'her' fingers never paused in their seemingly random dance.

He hesitated for a moment. "How did this happen?"

'Relena' shrugged. "No clue."

'Relena' was a dead end, Trowa concluded. He decided instead to focus on Duo, who was staring at the bottle of PineSol, as if seriously contemplating the thought of using the chemical as mouthwash. "Duo?" Duo placed the large bottle of orange-tinted cleaning agent on the counter and turned around.

"Yeah, Tro?"

"Do you know what happened to Heero and Relena?"

Duo also shrugged. "Nope. All I know is that Relena woke up in bed with me in Heero's body... she was in the body, not me... wait... Anyway, I fainted, Heero tried to explain, then Fei-fei showed up and fainted too!" He gave Wufei a sly grin. "Look at that, Wu. You and I ain't so different after all."

Wufei moaned and leaned his head into the crook of Trowa's neck. "It was unexpected, that's all. That was cruel and unjust of you, Maxwell. Causing me to faint in such a horrible display." Wufei shuddered.

Duo's face slacked. "You're right. Screw having sex. I'm not even gonna *try* kissing you while you're still in there, Heero."

'Relena' nodded and continued typing. Duo pulled up a chair and slumped into it. "So... what now?"

"Maybe we should try getting Relena out of the bathroom," Wufei suggested, no longer feeling as weak and womanly as he lifted the ice bag from over his eyes.

"You do it. She doesn't like me that much," Duo said with a hint of a sigh as he lowered his head on the table.

Relena stared at herself in the mirror. She had never seen Heero's face this pathetic, with tear streaks crossing his noble cheeks. His eyes should never look so puffy and red. His nose shouldn't be so red and runny.

She was an embarrassment.

She wasn't leaving the bathroom until she got her act back together. Her relationship with Heero may be bad right now, but it wasn't beyond repair. All she had to do was find a way to draw him away from Maxwell.

What did that longhaired freak have that she didn't have? A penis was one, but there's always the magical world of strap-ons if Heero couldn't forget the feeling of having a phallus inside him. Long hair? Big deal. She had long hair, too. A beautiful set of blue-violet eyes? A warm smile? A connection with Heero that went beyond everything around them?

She stopped herself. If she didn't know better, she was starting to tolerate Heero's choice of being with Duo.

No! It wasn't a choice! Duo forced him into that... disgusting relationship. Heero was supposed to be hers. He was supposed to be her prince on a white Gundam, flying up to save the day. He was supposed to be hers...

And yet, she saw. She saw Heero enter, looking rather uncomfortable in the situation he had found himself in, as well as jealous in the fact that Relena has seen his Duo nude *and* with his hair down, a pleasure he no doubt reserved only for himself. She watched as he caught Duo in his arms as Deathscythe's pilot fainted from what seemed to be a surge of disbelief. She saw as Heero laid his charge on the bed with all the gentleness of a lover, a gentleness that she had wished to witness one day, but never really thought he could possess...

She frowned at her borrowed face. Did she still have a chance?

Was she being delusional all this time?

What the hell was she doing in Heero's body?

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Go away, Maxwell!" she screamed from inside. No matter what she saw in Heero's demeanor in the bedroom, Duo Maxwell was still a jerk. If there was still a chance between Heero and herself, she had to make him see that Duo's no good for him... that whatever he thought they share is a falsehood... that he deserved something better, and that something 'better' was a certain young woman by the name 'Relena Dorlain'.

"It's not Duo. It's Trowa. Are you alright?"

Relena blinked at her reflection. "Oh, I'm sorry, Trowa. Don't worry. I'll be out in a minute."

She turned on the faucet and began scrubbing her face with cold water. She wouldn't want to go out there in this condition, but she had to overcome her last faux pas.

She'll act cool and confident, despite her flushed cheeks, just like she should. She had to show them that what has happened had not fazed her as much as they thought. She's not upset in the thought that she's in Heero's body. She's not upset that she was in bed, naked, with Duo Maxwell. She's not upset that Heero seems to prefer Duo over her. She's fine. She's Relena-fucking-Dorlain, and nothing can faze her.

She turned off the faucet and dried her face. She stared at herself in the mirror one more time, setting 'Heero's' face into a properly confident expression before reaching out and turning the doorknob.

Duo lifted his head from the table when he heard the bathroom door open and close in one slow, hesitant motion. Without bothering to confirm who it was that came out, he lowered his head once more and traced out invisible patterns on the table's smooth surface.

Wufei sipped some coffee out of the mug in front of him and eyed 'Heero' warily as 'he' and Trowa approached. He had felt on edge since the moment he first entered the kitchen that morning, but he needed to be calm for the time being. It's a shame that coffee has a different effect on the body.

'Relena' had closed the laptop and tucked it away, but still kept a very cold air around 'her'. Part of 'her' wanted to cheer up Duo at the moment, but 'she' felt that in this situation, any attempts would be ignored or pushed away.

Trowa led the way towards the table and sat down once more between Wufei and Duo, but not before getting a cup of coffee for himself and a glass of ice water for 'Heero', who still looked a bit flushed from the crying earlier.

'Heero' did not sit down, but stood by the vacant chair between 'Relena' and Wufei, unsure of what to do.

"Relena?" Trowa said, catching 'Heero's' attention.

"Yes?" she said softly, as if unsure of the husky voice she was now in command of.

"Do you know how this happened?"

'Heero's' face twisted into a strange expression, as if 'he' was sucking a lemon, or trying to think really hard, before 'he' composed 'himself'. "I... I'm not certain how it happened..."

Duo drank the rest of his cold coffee and slammed the empty ceramic mug on the table before getting up for more. Heero watched him as Duo went through the motions with little enthusiasm and even less interest in what was going on.

"Heero?" Relena said softly, drawing his attention away from the withdrawn Maxwell. "Would you do me a favor?"

Heero looked up at her through his newly acquired blonde bangs. "What."

"Would you pinch me?"

Duo sat down between Trowa and 'Relena', fresh cup of coffee in hand. His eyes suddenly showed interest in the conversation between 'Relena' and 'Heero'.

"Why?" Heero asked.

"I'm certain this has to be a dream, Heero," she reasoned, lowering her face to his level (seemingly in an attempt to flash some of her flat chest at him past the collar of the sweater while strategically placing her ass in Wufei's face). "If you pinch me, I know I will wake up from this horrible nightmare."

And maybe, she thought, you really won't be with Duo at all. This really would be just some god-awful dream...

'Relena's' developed a sour expression as 'she' tried to figure out a way to avoid her request when 'Heero' gave a yelp.

"Hey!" she cried out, straightening up as her hands flew to her backside. Beside her, Wufei smirked.

"What the hell did you do that for?" she demanded, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"You wanted to be pinched, Relena," Wufei reasoned, barely hiding his growing amusement. She did ask for it.

"But I asked Heero, not you!"

"Hey, Fei-fei," Duo said, raising the full cup to his face to hide his saddened grin, "I'll let that one slide, but remember, only I get to pinch 'Heero' there." He drank some of the thrice-sugared coffee.

Trowa and 'Relena' both stayed rather composed despite it all.

"Hey Relena," Duo continued, placing the cup back onto the tabletop, "you awake yet, or is this still reality?"

"I just don't understand," she said softly to herself and she sank lifelessly into her chair. "This has to be a dream. I'm supposed to be *with* Heero, not *in* him..."

"What do you mean?" Trowa asked. Ever the inquisitor...

"I only made one little wish, the same little wish I make every night... and so far, it hasn't come true..."

The four boys watched her as she lowered her face and began to trance odd shapes into the tabletop.

"I mean, what's so bad about liking a guy, right? He's always there for me, saving me every time, but why doesn't he like me? Why does he have to care about some loud-mouthed jerk that tried to kill him the first time they met in the first place anyway?"

"Maybe you two have the same taste in men," Wufei quipped before taking another sip of coffee.

"That's not funny, Chang." Relena sighed and drank half the glass of ice water greedily.

Without warning, Duo rose from his chair and walked out of the room.

"Duo?" Trowa called out, but Duo's back was not going to answer him any time soon.

Without wasting any more time, 'Relena' got up and followed his upset lover. 'Heero' watched 'Relena' leave, uncertain if she should follow or leave the two alone for at least a while when Wufei cleared his throat.

"Um, Dorlain?" Wufei asked nonchalantly, catching the currently dark-haired Relena's attention.

"Yes?"

"If Maxwell and Yuy had sex last night..."

'Heero's' face turned red, both from embarrassment and suppressed anger, at the thought. "Yes?"

"...Wouldn't your ass be hurting by now?"

Never had Wufei or Trowa seen 'Heero's' eyes grow so big. 'He' began stuttering, mouth agape, in an attempt to get over the shock. "I, uh... um..."

Trowa and Wufei, mildly amused by Relena's reaction, took sips from their cups of lukewarm coffee in an attempt to not laugh.

Relena composed herself after a few minutes and placed her hands on her hips, effectively sticking her chest out. "Well, I really don't think it's any of your business, but yes, I had to take some aspirin earlier. Satisfied?"

"Yes, very," Wufei replied with a smirk.

Duo looked up at the impressive mechanical feat that was Deathscythe as it stood in the middle of a wooden glen. He couldn't be in that kitchen any longer. Everything was so wrong. He didn't know why Relena and Heero switched places.

He did know, however, that the incident had affected him too deeply. He couldn't believe for one moment that he would crumble so easily if he knew Heero wouldn't be there to comfort him... if he couldn't reach out and touch him.

It was like having an itchy nose right after being handcuffed. Heero's and Relena's body switching handcuffed him rather well.

Guess sex IS 'scratching an itch'.

He sat down on the giant's foot and smiled bitter-sweetly. "At least you're still the same, old buddy." He silently slid off the black giant's foot and onto the cool pliant grass.

He was well aware of the soft, cushioned footsteps heading towards him. Yet, he was firmly resolved in not seeing who it was. If it was 'Heero', than it would be Relena looking for him. If it was Heero, than it was still 'Relena' looking for him.

What you don't see truly does not exist.

"Duo..."

He stood to the side, away from the speaker.

"You can't ignore me, Duo."

Duo snorted as he started moving away from the speaker and behind Deathscythe's leg. Nasty little habit of Heero's, that snort was. "I can sure damn try."

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Why are you being so goddamn indifferent!" Duo's entire body wanted to crunch itself into a tight, tense ball, but somehow he was able to reduce the reflex significantly and instead clenched his fists. "The entire time you've just sat there, like stuff like this happen all the time. Well, sorry Heero, but I'm not taking it so well."

Heero stood in silence. His pale hands limp at his sides as he watched Duo pace behind his Gundam before deciding upon reaching out to him. Duo did not see the slow, hesitant motion towards him as his mind raced to find the right words, or, rather, the most important.

"Hell, I think the only person taking it well is you, Yuy. Trowa and Wufei sure don't look all that comfortable back there... and as for Queenie... Shit Heero!" He paused for a moment, trying to find a way to convey to Heero the severity of the situation in a way he could understand. "Did you even think about how you're gonna do those oh-so-important missions now!" he muttered bitterly. "Whatcha gonna do now that you can't even pilot Wing, huh? Obviously that's more important than anything else, eh?" Duo's voice trailed off in a disappointed tone.

"Duo..."

"No, wait, let me guess. The 'Perfect Soldier' 's not supposed to show emotion, huh? Well then, shit..."

Heero wrapped his chilled arms around Duo and rested his head against Duo's back. "I'm sorry, Duo."

"Heero?" Duo's body stiffened at the touch, but quickly melted in the affectionate embrace.

Heero's fingers made light circling motions on one of Duo's arms as he continued. "I didn't mean to get you upset, but I had nothing to do with this situation."

"But you made it worse." Duo placed his hands upon Heero's, never registering how their fingers interlaced soon after the motion.

Heero sighed and rubbed his nose into Duo's hair. "I'm sorry," Heero whispered.

"It's alright," Duo whispered, closing his eyes.

What you do not see..."

"Tell me, Heero. What was it like, waking up like Re-Re?"

"Hn," Heero replied, his voice soft, almost unrecognizable. If Duo used his imagination, it would be very easy to forget it was Relena's voice he was using... that nothing horribly absurd or terribly amazing occurred that morning. "Her room was pink. And cold."

"Cold? Explains why your hands are freezing compared to usual."

"Hn. I'm sorry I made you upset. I knew you weren't taking the change very well... to tell the truth, I not certain if I can continue acting calmly myself without... without having your comfort... but I wasn't sure what you wanted me to do for you. Stay... leave... I didn't want you to feel more distressed... Although... that kiss?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"Why?"

Heero took Duo's hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing their joined digits gently. "After hearing you rant about not wanting to touch me inside the house earlier, I was worried I wouldn't be able to touch you at all... And as for you losing all attraction to me...

"Heero..." His voice was low, solemn. "Sorry for sounding like an idiot, but I love you, no matter 'who' you look like..." His tone turned minutely mischievous. "And frankly, you can touch me wherever you want."

"But no sex, right?"

"Guess so," Duo said softly. "Maybe I should apologize to Relena later for what I said, though... Maybe that way, she'll let us do it."

"We don't know if this is permanent."

"I sure as hell hope not. We don't even know what caused it."

"We'll figure out something," Heero whispered.

Heero and Duo stood together in that form of unity for several moments out in the cold mid-afternoon. Somehow, it didn't matter what had happened anymore. Despite the millions of possibilities the situation had to tear them apart (even minutely), the truth was this: disasters serve more of a reminder of one's ties than a severing force against them.

"Come on," Duo whispered, kissing one of Heero's cool hands as Heero reluctantly separated from his beloved. "It's getting dark, and we don't need Relena worrying about us fornicating in the woods with her precious body." Without waiting for another word from Heero, Duo began bouncing out of the glen and towards the woods.

Heero still wasn't sure what had happen that had sparked Duo's ease with the situation (while hoping that it was Heero's, if altered, presence that triggered the change), but it lightened his heart substantially to see him bounce from moldy tree root to moist fallen trunk.

That happiness soon faded as he watched Duo lose his balance on a mold-glazed trunk and slip. He fell back, hitting the leaf-littered ground hard with his shoulders and head.

'Relena' stalked carefully towards the fallen boy, hoping that this was one of his tricks, not something a bit more serious. 'She' crouched next to Duo and tapped him lightly on his forehead to see if he was still conscious.

A beautifully sour expression crept its way onto 'Relena's' brow when Duo did not bother to stir.

"Duo..."

The sour expression drew tighter and grimmer as 'she' grabbed one of Duo's arms and slung it over 'her' shoulder. Somehow, 'she' had to get the boy back to the safe house... weak ass body or not, 'she' will make it.

To Be continued...