Gundam Wing: Heero/Duo, times of day: dawn
title: my horizon, author: merith, theme: times of day - dawn, rating: PG,
notes: written for the fall '06 stagesoflove, this is the first of five stories for this theme.
We were on the way to a satellite in L2’s Meridian sector, and planning to use the gravitational pull off the moon to slingshot our shuttle in the right direction. And, if we do it right, it’ll save us half the fuel consumption of the flight. I was pilot and Heero in second chair. Seemed he trusts me in the driver’s seat, the same as I trusted him to lead the investigation. Even if it was only supposed to be a handful of interviews.
“The right rudder has a shimmy,” I was saying stick in hand. “Stabilizer is locked, but no juice.” Throwing Heero a glance, I couldn’t help the grin. I was still chuckling over Heero’s lack of guile and a comment handed him with his coffee order.
Heero flipped a switch overhead, and monitored a gauge. “Line should be clear now,” he said shifting control adjusters into place. “Try it again.”
The shuttle banked smooth and I gave a little whoop. “Ready to jet outta here, big daddy?” We were approaching the cutover line and I looked out the forward shield just in time. The sun was cresting the ridge of the moon’s surface, and no matter how many times I’d seen it, it still held me in thrall. Without turning from the view, I reached over and nudged Heero’s arm, wanting to share the moment with him. “Hey Heero, take a look at that.” I was sure he was looking, but the pull on the stick was my cue and I kicked it into gear, catching the lunar wave.
“I love you, too.”
His words surprised me more than if he’d just sprouted wings, but I was a little busy just then to think about it. When I did have the time, Heero was back to being the professional he was, back to being a friend as though he hadn’t said life-altering words. Later, I thought maybe he had timed it that way.
And I let it slide. At least for the moment.
enjoy!
notes: written for the fall '06 stagesoflove, this is the first of five stories for this theme.
We were on the way to a satellite in L2’s Meridian sector, and planning to use the gravitational pull off the moon to slingshot our shuttle in the right direction. And, if we do it right, it’ll save us half the fuel consumption of the flight. I was pilot and Heero in second chair. Seemed he trusts me in the driver’s seat, the same as I trusted him to lead the investigation. Even if it was only supposed to be a handful of interviews.
“The right rudder has a shimmy,” I was saying stick in hand. “Stabilizer is locked, but no juice.” Throwing Heero a glance, I couldn’t help the grin. I was still chuckling over Heero’s lack of guile and a comment handed him with his coffee order.
Heero flipped a switch overhead, and monitored a gauge. “Line should be clear now,” he said shifting control adjusters into place. “Try it again.”
The shuttle banked smooth and I gave a little whoop. “Ready to jet outta here, big daddy?” We were approaching the cutover line and I looked out the forward shield just in time. The sun was cresting the ridge of the moon’s surface, and no matter how many times I’d seen it, it still held me in thrall. Without turning from the view, I reached over and nudged Heero’s arm, wanting to share the moment with him. “Hey Heero, take a look at that.” I was sure he was looking, but the pull on the stick was my cue and I kicked it into gear, catching the lunar wave.
“I love you, too.”
His words surprised me more than if he’d just sprouted wings, but I was a little busy just then to think about it. When I did have the time, Heero was back to being the professional he was, back to being a friend as though he hadn’t said life-altering words. Later, I thought maybe he had timed it that way.
And I let it slide. At least for the moment.
enjoy!