Blue Forest Banshee Part 100
Speed Trap
Duo lifted his chin into the wind of the highway. Damn, but he loved driving like this! He was so glad Heero had taken the time to teach him to drive and allow him to indulge with this car. Sure, he wouldn't need to drive if he ever managed to get his porting skills under control, but it was terrific recreation and he just loved doing it. He glanced sideways to where Heero was comfortably basking in the top-down sunshine. What a guy... What a fabulous guy...
His excellent hearing picked up a wailing sound from behind them; he glanced in the mirrors, but the traffic was just heavy enough to make the view useless.
"Heero," he asked instead; "Is that a siren coming up behind us?"
Heero raised up in the seat and turned to glare at the pocket of traffic behind them. "Sounds like it. Sheriffs, I think."
"I better get over, then," Duo sighed, checking the lane beside him. He began moving over along with some of the other vehicles, as Heero continued to watch the road behind them.
"Coming fast," he muttered, narrowing his eyes. The car was quite low to the ground, so his vantage wasn't the best.
Traffic parted behind them suddenly, and a large blue pickup truck was right there with three angrily wailing sheriff's cars right behind it.
"It's a chase!" Heero snapped. "Stay put! No telling which way the fool will go!"
Duo made a strangled noise, his hands tightening on the wheel and his eyes flicking to the mirrors. He lifted off the gas and then the pickup was on their bumper.
It swerved right, then left and clipped the left rear of the car before roaring on down the road. Duo gasped as the car fishtailed, threatened to skid, almost spun and finally righted itself. Heero had grabbed hold of the wheel, as well, helping the Banshee manage the out of control vehicle. At some point in the seconds of panic, Duo remembered to jump on both the clutch and the brake and came to a sharp stop sideways on the right-hand berm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then Heero began to growl.
"Are you all right?" he rumbled, eyes distant, following the long-gone chase. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like one of Wufei's Chinese curses.
Duo blinked and drew a shaky breath. "Holy shit.... He hit us.... Damn! He hit the car!" He pried his fingers off the wheel and fumbled with his seat belt. Heero stopped him.
"Duo, can you drive?"
"Huh?" He looked at the Wyvern and almost flinched at the expression he found there. "Um... Yeah... I think so. But shouldn't we -"
"No. Follow them," commanded Heero.
"Okay," said Duo obediently. Heero's expression was the one he usually wore when someone was going to get hurt. Not gonna argue with that. He started the engine and eased across the dirt to the pavement, checking the road before pulling out. Several cars were sitting in various hastily-stopped positions behind them. Some people had clustered around one car; it looked like Heero's car wasn't the only one clipped by the asshole in the pickup. Heero saw it, too, and snarled.
"Go! Catch that idiot."
"Yes sir!"
Once all four wheels were on the pavement, he hit the gas, accelerating through the gears as the speedometer climbed alarmingly. Duo had no idea why Heero wanted to chase the fuckwit in the truck, but he wouldn't mind a couple of private minutes with the guy himself. He might not be all buffed out, like some of the Humans, but he was no lightweight when it came to fighting. And right now, he really wanted a chance to punch the guy square in the face.
Traffic had slowed in the wake of the chase, so they flew past dozens of cars, including more damaged vehicles. Duo thought the local sheriff's department had a helicopter, but there was no sign yet of air support.
They topped a rise, almost flying - Duo was almost sure the wheels had lost contact with the asphalt for an instant - and spotted the chase about half a mile ahead.
Heero rumbled deep in his chest and Duo's glance caught the smirk on his face.
"Heero...?"
"Hold it steady, and follow me," Heero instructed as he unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up.
"Heero!"
The Wyvern morphed, lifting his wings to catch the rushing air and leaped upward, somersaulting once, and then arrowed straight for the blue pickup.
Duo let out a shriek and almost forgot he was driving in excess of 100mph.
"HEERO!"
Dammit! He was going to set fire to the damn Wyvern's tail! He pressed harder on the accelerator.
Less than a minute later, Heero suddenly shot upwards, arcing up and over the speeding truck to loop back and come at it head-on. Duo thought he might actually scream; why had no one warned him that Dragons were fucking crazy?!
Heero dropped sharply, vectoring straight down and swapping ends to land feet first on the hood of the truck. The front end slammed down into the pavement; the undercarriage screeched and spit sparks before bouncing up again, and continuing to roll forward, albeit at a much slower speed. The truck swerved and fishtailed as Heero clung to the doorpost, his talons easily piercing the metal. A flash of light erupted from the interior. Heero had folded his wings as soon as he landed; now he punched through the windshield, ripped out the ignition and hauled the driver, screaming, out through the shattered window. With the shrieking driver in one hand, the other clutching the window-frame, Heero dropped one taloned foot to the ground, dug into the asphalt and pivoted the truck to a shuddering stop.
He calmly stepped down from the hood, dragging the man with him, and hauled him across the pavement to drop him in a heap just as the cop cars came to a stop surrounding them. Sheriff's deputies, highway patrol officers and even local police from the city forty miles away piled out of their cars, guns drawn, all of them yelling at once.
Into the midst of that, Duo roared up and slid to a stop. He leaped over the door and ran toward Heero.
"Change back!" he bellowed. "Heero! Change back!" The various cops were already on adrenaline overload; another few seconds and they'd be opening fire on the Wyvern. Everyone kept saying Heero couldn't be hurt by Humans, but damned if Duo wanted to push that notion right now.
The cops were yelling at Duo now; ordering him to get back, get down, get out of the way.
"Heero! Damn it! Change!"
Heero cocked his head as if the thought had never occurred to him, and then morphed back into his relatively benign form just as Duo flung himself into his arms, wrapping himself around the startled Wyvern.
"Dammit, you lunatic!" Duo yelled and punched Heero in the shoulder. "They thought you were some kind of monster! They could shoot first and ask questions later; don't you know that?!" He looked down suddenly, at the quivering lump of sobbing miscreant. "And you! You stinking fuckwit! You could have killed people!" And he kicked the man firmly in the ass.
Then they were surrounded by police and sheriff's deputies. To Duo's relief, one of the deputies remembered them from the mall incident and began an excited explanation to the other officers while Duo and Heero were escorted warily back to their car.
"Will this take long?" Heero demanded. "We have lunch reservations." The officer blinked at him; Duo face-palmed.
"Um... Heero, I don't think we're going to make lunch today." He glanced at the astonished cop. "We're going to have to make statements, right?"
"Yeah," said the cop in a tone that wanted to say "duh!"
Heero grumbled and pulled out his phone to call the restaurant.
"Don't growl at me, lizard-boy; you're the one who went all cowboy," Duo huffed back at him. Heero glared at him, but Duo raised his eyebrows.
"Hn. See if I ever get involved again."
Duo just rolled his eyes.
~*~
Duo stalked into the office the next morning, with Heero trailing after him in high sulk.
"- still do not see the problem," Heero muttered.
Duo rolled his eyes, not for the first time. "Dammit, what part of 'hysterical Humans' don't you get, Yuy?!"
"I didn't see anyone being hysterical," Heero protested crossly. "Except for that fuckwit driver and he should have been hysterical."
"They would have shot you! How many times do I have to say it?! You cannot go around being wildly different from what they expect, especially when they're already excited and angry! Human cops take a lot of shit from bad Humans; they don't always have time to wonder if the scary Dragon-monster is really a threat. Bad guys shoot at them! Frequently!" He spun on his heel and Heero almost ran into him. "I don't want to lose you because some cop - or anyone else, dammit - thinks you're the devil incarnate!" He glared at the Wyvern, hands on his hips, waiting for Heero's next excuse.
Heero glared back and opened his mouth, then closed it again. All he had to do was apologize for scaring Duo half to death. Such a little thing, really, to make the Banshee stop huffing and puffing like an angry bull. He already knew better than to mention that bullets couldn't hurt him in his Wyvern form; that had gotten him a twenty-minute rant that began with a shriek and ended with a door slammed in his face. It all came down to the fact that Duo had been afraid for him. His Chosen had been worried. Concerned. Frightened, even. That was really rather... warming. The Banshee cared, therefore the Banshee loved him. Right?
He cocked his head to the side and laid a hand on Duo's arm. When he didn't immediately shrug it off, Heero let his hand drift slowly down to clasp Duo's. Duo stuck his nose in the air and raised one eyebrow. My, those were some fine eyebrows... Quite elegant and refined for one of the fey, who were usually earthier... After a momentary debate, eyelids slid to half mast and Heero dared slip his free arm around Duo's waist.
"I'm sorry," he murmured in the Banshee's ear. "I couldn't let him continue. He scared you; he injured so many other people. He might have killed someone when they cornered him."
Duo leaned into him with a sigh. "You couldn't have admitted that last night?" he grumbled.
"Um... Apparently not. I'm sorry for that, too."
"Mother Sap Goddess, you're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days," Duo muttered. He smacked Heero's shoulder lightly. "Warn me, dammit! You're supposed to let me know what to expect, so I don't come unglued. Damn Dragon." He lifted his chin slightly. "Okay; you're forgiven for almost getting yourself ventilated. Kiss me and let's get to work." Heero did so, with enthusiasm.
Normally, a kiss would be the first step toward bed, but since they had both wasted that opportunity with their mutual stubbornness, this would have to do until tonight. Heero determined to put every bit of apology, love and 'want' into it so that his Banshee wouldn't forget. He wrapped Duo as close as he could and the Banshee returned the favor by wrapping one leg around Heero's, giving the Wyvern an excellent reason to fondle that delightfully firm butt while he did his best to scour Duo's tonsils, uvula and possibly the backs of those purple eyeballs.
When they finally parted, after a good three minutes, both of them panting and grinning, applause broke out around them.
Heero growled; Duo's jaw dropped.
"Congratulations!" cried Q, stepping forward. "That was an award-worthy performance!" Murmurs of agreement from the rest of the office.
Duo dropped his face to Heero's shoulder. "Oh, crap..."
"Shouldn't you people have - I don't know - said something?!" snarled Heero.
"And miss that show?" demanded Tiffany. "Not likely!"
"You two are just so cute!" exclaimed Raia.
"And hot!" added Moira with a giggle.
The other males knew better than to add to that and confined themselves to broad grins. Even Wufei was grinning, Duo noticed.
Heero glared at his cohorts. "Why are you all here, anyway? Don't some of you have things to do?" He narrowed his eyes at Q.
"We're having a meeting, but you obviously haven't been watching the television."
"Television? Of course not! We have better things to do," Heero snorted.
"Yeah, like fight all night," muttered Duo and Heero gave him a warning squeeze.
"Then you missed your television debut," laughed the Wizard. The two Creatures just blinked at him. "Come here; sit," Q commanded, conjuring two chairs from his other space. He flicked a large monitor into existence and everyone crowded close. "From last evening's news."
The bubble-headed bleach-blonde "anchor" of the local news appeared, false smile firmly affixed, to introduce a video as "shocking, amazing and just plain thrilling". Tape rolled and they were looking down on the freeway chase, as the blue pickup roared along, scattering other vehicles like dead leaves. Suddenly, a streak of dark metallic blue flashed across the screen and the camera shifted to follow it. A moment later the blur resolved itself into Heero as he climbed, rolled and began his downward dive, straight at the oncoming truck.
Holy frigging shit, thought Duo as he watched, open-mouthed. Damn! Heero looked like some kind of dark avenging...gargoyle as he landed on the truck, removed the driver and brought the whole chase to a shuddering stop.
MY gargoyle. MY Dragon. My Heero...
He giggled nervously. Careful now, he warned himself.
Then video-Heero was morphing into his more acceptable form, video-Duo went flying into his arms and they were being surrounded by cops as the tape ended.
A rather stunned silence ensued. Then Q cleared his throat and smirked at them. "It's the number one video on YouTube; over a million hits. Congratulations, Heero; you've put Wyverns on the map."
Heero paled alarmingly and dropped his face into his hands. "Sonuvabitch," he muttered. "The IchiBan is going to kill me."
Duo reached for his hand. "No, she won't," he murmured. "I wouldn't let her."
Q's smirk grew even smirkier, if possible, as the rest of the office grinned and giggled. "Oh, I doubt that; I spoke with her last night. She seemed to find the whole thing rather amusing. You still need to call her, but I believe she said she'd already downloaded it."
"Fuck," said Duo and Heero in unison.
"So...Heero," drawled Tiffany. "Can I have your autograph?"
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