Disclaimer: Don't own so please don't sue I am super, super poor.

Author's Note: Here's one I've been playing around with I'm thinking four chapters max quick one, the plot is a little thin I think but who knows someone may like it I like the concept of it at least.

Story: 1x2 4x3 OCx5, after the war the doctors remove the memories of all the pilots but Heero, he is sent to watch over the others, awaiting the day when they once more remember the war, and that Duo once loved him…

Memories

Prologue: End

"No…" whispering pilot 01 looked at the screen again letting a frown settle across his face. This can't be right the war was over no more missions…yet here it was the last mission for the pilots. Clicking the print button on his laptop he waited while the machine printed out the message, gathering the papers he made his way to the living room of the house Quatre had got for the occasion, I time to celebrate the war was over, and they all survived.

Pausing outside the door he could hear the laughter of the other pilots carefree and happy the way young teenage boys should be…the way he should be. He could drop the façade now. He could stop pretending indifference and a cold perfect solider mask, the drugs everything. He could be free now to live, laugh…to love. Except for this one final mission.

Taking a deep breathe mask firmly in place he stepped into the room, all eyes turning to him as he made his way forward. Quatre and Trowa cuddled on the couch, Wufei lounging the chair and Duo…violet eyes lit with happiness and it was all Heero could do not to break down and fall to his knees.

Duo was everything.

And Heero wanted nothing more then to spend a life time writing poetry to his every movement his every whisper, his very soul. But instead he passed by not trusting himself to look into those deep eyes that held him enthralled. Standing before them he nervously held the papers, he was terrible at speaking to people he didn't have the eloquence of the others at it. "We have a mission…" there was gasp around the room as faces fell, and violet eyes welled up. "It can't be Heero, the war is over…we won! It's done!" Long slim legs uncrossed the short shorts Duo had on rode up reveling more of the creamy white thigh Heero's eyes locked on the hem of the small black shorts hoping they'd inch up just a bit…"What is it Heero?" snapping back to reality blue eyes widened slightly as he held back the blush at being caught day dreaming.

"Tomorrow all pilots will report to the base lab on Earth, were pilots will have their memories modified." Looking back up Heero gauged the responses. "No…NO!" Quatre wailed, getting up he dashed from the room Trowa sat stunned before he chasing after him. Wufei calmly and sadly stood making his way to meditate Heero assumed. Duo remained seated, "What about you Heero?" he whispered. Looking down Heero shrugged, "I don't know" he said coldly, regretting it the instant it left his mouth.

That beautiful pale face crumpled and silent tears fell, getting up Duo made for his room as well. Left alone Heero fell to the couch Perfect Solider mask gone and a very young very scared looking boy in his place. "I don't want to lose him…I don't want to lose any of them."

He wasn't sure how long he sat there staring at nothing, his mind moving a thousand miles a second. He'd stopped the drugs that the doctors gave him, they had suppress and contained his mind but now he was free…for the first time in a long time he could think clearly and he clearly wanted Duo…but Duo would forget him tomorrow…making a snap decision Heero stood resolutely moving towards the door.

With unerring footsteps he made for the last door on the right. Raising his fist to knock he hesitated he could hear the soft sounds of sniffling coming through the door. Clenching his fist he tapped the door, the sounds from inside stopped instantly. "Duo?" Heero waited, "Come in," the reply was watery and Heero slowly opened the door his secret love was on the bed hastily wiping red rimmed eyes. The black short shorts rode low on pointed hip bones. Taught smooth flesh teased him from the gap between one of his green tank tops and the small shorts.

Coming over he settled on the bed "Why are you crying Duo?" he asked softly. Looking away Duo plucked at the coverlet, "I wasn't crying…I was ju-" he stopped as a strong callused hand gently tilted his chin to look at the boy seated with him. Duo couldn't say a word deep blue eyes held him enthralled, ever so slightly obscured by shaggy brown hair. Duo would never forget those eyes…but no…the scientists would see that he would. He would forget everyone his friends…and the boy he loved more the life it's self.

Heero titled his head closer, inches away blue eyes fluttered to violet before his lips firmly settled on Duo's. It was heaven, Duo was better then he dreamed…settling his mouth firmly against his love he deepened the kiss coxing Duo into kissing him back. Moaning Duo leaned into Heero submitting to the pleasurable onslaught. Strong arms dragged him close cradling him tight. They kiss went on and on till need for air drove them apart. Gasping slightly Duo looked at Heero, "Why?" smiling Heero gently brushed hair back placing gentle kisses to smooth skin. "Because I love you," he said simply.

All over the house lights went off one by one, a Chinese teen placed his book aside his mind in turmoil, shutting off the light before slipping into an uneasy sleep. A blonde and a brunette lay intertwined bodies spent and sated as the taller of the two placed a sweet kiss upon his angel's brow. The perfect solider lay with death for the first time...cuddled tighter they sought comfort as tonight was all they had.

The wind outside blew gently unbeknownst to the slumbering boys, billowing the curtains in the living room and scattering Heero's discarded sheets. Tumbling the second page free of the first to lodge under the couch. The page that Heero never read to the others, the page that made him the keeper of memories and their silent guardian…

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Heero stood tall, and proud as the doctors explained Duo clutched his hand tightly not willing to let go. "Pilots you will have your memory altered. You will remember nothing of this war or your training, and who you are will be modified." Quatre was pressed as tight to Trowa as he could get. The other were in similar states of unease. "But what will we do? We can't be forgotten…they must not forget what we did!" Wufei yelled, nodding the scientists looked around. "01 has already been assigned he will be your memory and your protector."

Duo gasped, "No, that is far to cruel...I won't…but you will…" tears fell unchecked from violet eyes. "I know Duo, but I will always watch over you, and maybe one day…" wiping the tears away Heero nudged him towards the machine that held what appeared to be four pods, "Forget the killing and the death, forget what we had to do to survive and be happy." Crying in earnest now Duo hugged Heero tightly, "Regardless of my memory I will always be me…and that means I'll always love you…" he whispered. Returning the hug Heero kissed soft lips one last time "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind"

"Heero…" Turing the blue eyed teen watched as Wufei passed him his katana, "Watch over it…return it when I once more deserve it." Nodding sadly he smiled slightly before heading to one of the pods. Trowa was next handing Heero his knives, with a nod he stepped back as Quatre passed him a family picture. With a watery smile the blonde clasped hands with Trowa before they too separated into a pod. Finally Duo stepped forward handing Heero a piece of paper folded up. "I made it for you, remember me always…" backing away he entered the final pod the doctors closed it up tightly before flipping the levers. Heero watched as his four friends sunk into a deep sleep.

"There memories may or may not return in several years," Dr. J watched the monitors carefully, "Till then 01 you will do what you can to watch over them and if they do regain their memories make sure they remain silent." Heero nodded not trusting himself to speak, his attention was entirely focused on the peacefully slumbering Duo. Looking at the paper clutched in his hand Heero slowly opened the well worn parchment inside he found Duo's cross. Touched he reverently picked it up holding it close. Fully unfolding the page he started in awe at the contents. Smiling he refolded the paper carefully he knew what he had to do. Clasping the cross around his neck he glanced one final time to the four pilots before making his way out of the lab. "Good night sweet prince, and flights of angel's sing thee to thy rest."