Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I'm just playing. I'll wash them and put them back later, okay?

July 2002

Duo, so sorry, 'Peter' leaned heavily against the door of Heero's car. In fact Heero thought that the door was the only thing keeping him even semi-upright. He stared blankly in front of him, eye lids drooping. Heero noticed that when he slumped, he pulled his sleeve up slightly revealing a silver medical bracelet and lots of silver scars.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Heero just had to make sure.

"...nno." 'Peter' slurred. "Mmeh pillssar a... hommmm..." Peter took a shuddering breath. "Hurry."

"We're almost there." Heero reassured him. 'Peter' made no response. Heero continued to drive.

The apparment building was a gray slab of a thing, seven stories high. There were potted palms standing outside the main doors next to the mailboxes. Heero parked the car and virtually had to drag 'Peter' inside. It was an old building, fairly shabby. Probably rat infested. Probably the cheapest in the city. Most likely it should be condemned.

The lifts were not working, but Heero was not surprised about that. He was glad that 'Peter's' abode was only on the second floor because the red painted stairs were cracked in some places and crumbling in others. Heero dragged 'Peter' along the hall to the door that was his number with 'Peter' almost flung over his shoulder, then fished in 'Peter's' bag for the keys.

"What are you doing to my Bunny?!" A large man with a blond halo of hair around both head and face bellowed from down the hall making Heero look up briefly before continuing his trial and error of the keys in the lock. Heero thought the man resembled a Viking. Large stomps came towards him. "Bunny, Bunny, are you okay? This man hurting you?"

Heero finally realised that this man was referring to 'Peter when he said 'Bunny'. He turned to face the man. 'Peter' was a limp thing under his arm. "Do you know him?" Heero asked the man. "He's having some kind of medical situation. His medication may be in his apartment." He showed the man his badge. That changed the big man's entire person from defencive to concerned.

"I'm his neighbour, down the hall. Alf. He helped me get in a few times when I locked myself out."

/Sounds like Duo./ Heero thought to himself. Heero managed to get a key in the lock and open the door. Alf took 'Peter' from Heero's arms and carried him inside. 'Peter's' apartment was actually just a bed sit. One room that had a bed against one wall and a small kitchen/bathroom against the other. Everything was bare and white. Like there was no one living there. Alf lay 'Peter; on the bed while Heero went about searching the place for pills.

"Why do you call him 'Bunny'?" Heero asked while he was rummaging through the bathroom cabinet. He couldn't find anything that resembled pills.

"Peter Doe. A Doe is a lady rabbit. Bunny."

/Can't argue with that logic./

" What can I do to help him?" Alf asked looking lost and unsure.

"Look for a bottle or pack of pills with a really long name." Heero told him, coming out of the bathroom to lean over 'Peter's' sweaty form on the bed. ALf did as he was told.

"Peter," Heero gently slapped his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes. "Come on, I need you to tell me where our pills are. Peter. Peter!" Heero was becoming impatient. He didn't want Duo to die on him. "DUO!"

Suddenly violet eyes snapped wide open with terror, and Heero was flung away by a thrashing, screaming young man.

Wufei walked through the crowded hospital wing to the service desk. A woman about mid forty with died red hair and green glasses sat typing madly at a computer, and talking on a head set.

"That's right Marge, he said shingles, not malaria. How the two were ever confused I'll never know. You don't say! Doctor Jarrie is on leave right now. No he didn't say. Probably next month or so. "

Wufei waited patiently for her to look up, which she did eventually.

"Just a second Marge." She covered the mic on her head set. "Yes?"

"I have an appointment with a doctor Maguire." Wufei told her, flashing his badge. The woman looked over her glasses at the computer screen and typed some more. "Detective Chang." He clarified his identity.

"Hmmm." She grunted, typing some more. "Take a seat. He should be available shortly." Then back to her conversation. "I know! Forty-five dollars I said, and was I right? Told you so..."

"Thank you." Wufei turned and walked to the waiting area.

A few minutes later a young man in a white doctor's coat came out to the waiting area carrying a few folders. "Chang Wufei?" He announced to the room. Wufei stood and followed him into an awaiting room.

"I'm here about a patient that had been admitted about three years ago. A 'Peter John Doe'." Wufei told the doctor, handing over a bit if paper he had used up several favours to get. Doctor Maguire read over what was written on it and frowned.

"What is it about this patient that has caught your interest?" Maguire asked cautiously, obediently looking up the file on his computer.

"My colegues and I have reason to believe he is someone who we knew that went missing three years ago. Someone close to us, by the name of Duo Maxwell."

"Yesss?"

"Today 'Peter John Doe' saved a store from being robbed, and identified himself as this lost friend of ours. Well at least the name this friend liked to call himself. However he seems to have been in an accident threes ago and has lost his memory. I am here to assertain what kind of an accident and how serious."

Maguire looked through the file, his frown growing. "This Peter John Doe was in no accident." He said after some moments.

"What?"

Maguire picked up the phone. "Selma, get me file 3589854JD16, please. Room 35. Thanks." He hung up again, then turned a serious gaze to Wufei. "More like someone took a carving knife to him."

To be continued... MWAH HAHAHAHAHAA!