The shrill feminine scream brought Duo bolt upright from a sound sleep.

"Wufei!" Though Duo's own body was shrieking protests at the sudden movement, the braided American ran for the room the sound had issued from.

"Wufei!" Duo skidded to a halt in the doorway, wide violet eyes regarding the figure within with obvious concern. "Wu, are you okay? What's wrong?" Duo could hear the other pilots approaching rapidly from behind.

"What's wrong? What's WRONG?!" The figure which turned to face Duo was unmistakably female - unmistakable, because of the lack of any clothing which she wore. Her face was twisted with shock and fury. "WHAT'S WRONG!?! I'M A GIRL!"

"Aaaaand.." Duo prompted, blinking in confusion.

"And? AND? What ELSE needs to be wrong?"

Duo's voice took on the patient tone of an adult explaining an excruciatingly obvious fact to a small child. "Wu - you've always been a girl."

Wufei gaped at Duo in utter shock and disbelief. "Maxwell, have you taken leave of what few senses you posses?"

"Duo, are you all right?" Quatre's sweet alto was full of concern. "You shouldn't be out of bed yet. You're obviously not feeling yourself."

Duo turned to face the Arabian pilot. "I'm fine. It's Wu who seems to have. AARGHHHH!!"

Duo screamed and gestured wildly at Heero and Trowa, standing behind Quatre. "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT HAPPENED?"

"What are you talking about, baka?" Heero grunted.

Duo looked back and forth between the two other pilots. "You. you. you're GUYS!!!"

"But, Duo." Quatre's voice held much the same tone Duo's had earlier. "We're ALL guys. That's why Wufei is upset."

Duo blinked at him, looking nauseous. "All. guys?" Slowly, head bending as if for the executioner's axe, Duo looked down.


The high pitch of the shriek nearly belied the content - and Duo gracefully toppled forward into Quatre's arms in a dead faint.