Just a weird little idea that popped into my head as I was listening to this little gem. And watching the Crow.

Mulder and Scully Jim Morrison

Disclaimers: I don't own the G-boys. (If I did, Heero would have run off with Duo..)Nor do I own the song.
Warnings: Angsty and Introspective. from Heero's POV.
Pairings: 1x2
Feedback: desired and craved. throw all you want. Call mea couple of clown shoes if it makes you feel any better.
Archiving: Whoever wants it can have it.



I'm of two minds of what I think about Duo Maxwell.

I can't decide whether I'm in love with him and better for it. Or whether I should remain in my impersonal little prison, not letting him know who I am. Or what I feel for him.

//I'd rather be liberated. I find myself captivated
I'd rather stay bold and lonely. I dream I'm your one and only//

I hate to asmit it, but I find him utterly infuriating..and necesary in a way that I can't comprehend.

Hmmm. I'm at a loss here. Dr. J never did teach me how to deal with someone that arouses me and annoys me at the same time.

Most of the time, I'm not sure that I want him to leave me alone or to grab me and sweep me off my feet.

//Stop doing what you...
Keep doing it too...//

Yeah. that's it. Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

And I think I'm falling down the cliff of unpredictability with my eyes wide open and I think that I like it. A whole lot.

Damn that hair and those violet eyes. Those lovely violet eyes.

//I'd rather be jumping ship. I find myself jumping straight in
Forever be dozy and dim. I wake myself thinking of him//

I can't shake the idea of Duo Maxwell. He's all that I can keep in my mind...

He reminds me of a fairy that has strayed from the woods into the industrial mess that our world has become.

Fey and delicate and impossible as hell to keep in your arms at all times.

I'm up the challenge. That's if Duo stays still and quiet long enough for me to do so.

//Stop doing what you...
Keep doing it too...//

The way that he's using his tongue on me is making my thoughts go awry.

I think that I must be falling down Alice's rabbit hole since nothing feels like it should.

Or has it always been this way all along and I never noticed it before?

//Things are getting strange. I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange, now I can't sleep alone//

Duo Maxwell is like a drug. A highly addictive drug.

I need to wake up beside him. Just to feel the warmth of his body and the weight of his hair next to mine.

I don't know if I should tell him that, though. That weakness of mine.

A weakness that I am starting to feel is an asset.

I think that I love him.

//My bed is made for two and there's nothing I can do
So tell me something I don't know.
If my head is full of you, is there nothing I can do?
Must we all march in two by two by two? //

Should I even approach him of the matter? tell him that I need him like I need air?

Or should I just not say anything at all and try to make my own solitary way in the world like I'm supposed to?

//Stop doing what you...
Keep doing it too... //

I want to tell him no, when he begs to stay the night.

But I am too addicted to his scent and the taste of him to say no.

And I still have no idea what to make of this situation.

I don't think that I can remain aloof from all of this though.

The time is coming closer for me to make a decision.

Neither of them are saying anything, But I can feel their impatience at my silence.

//Things are getting strange I'm starting to worry
This could be a case for Mulder and Scully
Things are getting strange now I can't sleep alone...here //

So that's why I am sitting here, on the side of this bed, watching him sleep, with his hair wrapped around my wrist and his face buried in my lap.

He's still infuriating. He still makes me want to strangle him sometimes.

But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Especially not after he makes me feel like I have liquid for bones and my head spin.

Which is why we now share a bed all the time.