Been a looooong time since I have worked on any of my stories. Extended writers block? Something like that, plus work sucks. I have the same excuse as everyone else, the economy. Work twice as much for half the pay... Oh well, got to keep movin'
I've got a good idea about a one shot sequel to Prince's Consort and I would really like to finish Stalking Duo. I wish the end would just stop being so difficult with me. Anyway, no new post, but I'm writing again. Yeah!
Stalking Duo - I have 5 parts edited and part 6 is half done, the rest of the fic is mostly notes.
Warning this is not edited, may have lots of errors.
AU, 1x2, 2x2, NC-17 for future parts, Maybe some creepiness?
Stalking Duo
6:43pm, Heero noted the passing of another minute on his ride home. Twenty seconds until the stop at Allen St. The middle-aged blonde attorney and the Latin dance instructor will be departing and the four college students should be getting on Heero listed off in his mind. He scanned the car compartment's occupants as he did everyday. Most were regulars, some not. He knew most of their habits just by examining them.
He'd trained most of his life in Special Ops, first by his grandfather then by the government. Now he worked in security, but some habits were too ingrained.
The subway car came to a jarring stop and two got off and five got on. The fifth was someone Heero had never seen on his ride home previously and Heero remembered everyone he saw. The new arrival was a young man, mid twenties, with long chestnut hair, braided. He wore charcoal gray slacks with pinstripes, perhaps trying to make him look taller than his 5'8”. As his black wool navel coat opened Heero could see the pants fit nicely around his waist and hips making him look very attractive without being tight or vulgar. The white button down shirt he wore with the first two buttons undone and without a tie, most likely stashed in his pocket or left at work. Lastly his shoes were black hiking boots that didn't quite fit with his work attire, but didn't clash with it either.
Examining his own plain dark navy suit, Heero decided he liked the young man's style, but felt he himself didn't posses the creativity to make an outfit like that.
The young man held a bag of groceries in his arms and periodically took a cracker from the bag and began to munch. He had a youthful roundness to his face that gave him an air of mirth. He turned to the preschooler sitting with his grandmother and crossed his violet eyes making the boy giggle.
As the car bumped and jerked through the tunnel the young man kept his balance perfectly. When the next stop came and Joey the parking attendant got on the train, the new young man received a call.
He dug the phone from his pocket swallowing the cracker in his mouth.
“Duo, here.” The young man identified himself.
“Hey Cat. No, I'm not home yet, I had to stop at the grocery store on my way home. Yeah, I know it is right across the street from work, but Mrs. Wilson insisted on introducing me to her daughter.” The young man chuckled at something the other person said on the line.
“Yeah that and she's sixteen, I mean how old does she think I am?” Duo said, petulantly. It seemed apparent the people often misinterpited his age.
“Nothing to worry about Cat, I'm only a half hour behind schedule. I'll still be there on time. You're the one that set me up on this blind date, I didn't-” The young man started out exasperated but soon changed to contrite. “I know Cat...I love you too.”
“I promise I'll call as soon as it's over. My stop is coming up I have to go...bye.”
He closed and pocketed the phone, sighing. Thirty seconds later the subway car came to a halt and the young man exited with Heero following at a modest distance.
To be continued
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