Disclaimer: Still don't own any of the character, but the story idea is mine!

Pairings: 2+1 (maybe 2x1), 3+4

Story: Duo had loved Heero all his life, even after being rejected after the war he never quite gave up hope. Now Heero is back in his life, and awaking all those feelings he'd thought he'd given up. But things have changed as has Duo...

Author's Note: Despite my recent foya's into the world of Naruto and Harry Potter I never forget my favourite GW boys. The very first loves of my life, and here I have a new story my favourite pairing of course. So enjoy!

Just a Love Song

Game 1 - That Fateful Night

Still waiting, the pilot of Deathsycthe watched as slowly, Heero turned away from him. Unable to move or talk, Duo Maxwell watched as that which he loved most in the world walked away without a word.

As he watched the retreating back, walk out of his life...unshed tears welled up in large eyes before being dashed away. Furiously he scrubbed his eyes, "Stupid move Maxwell...guess you got your answer eh?" laughing bitterly to himself the Gundam piolet sat down in the middle of the hotel hallway, the vague sounds of the celebration of peace could be heard coming from the main room. "You are a baka...why would he ever love you?" Sniffing slightly he shook his head long braid whipping his back, "I'll never love anyone except you Heero..."

The whisper went unheard by the retreating spandex clad figure as he disappeared into the night.

5 years later...

"Ok Jim starter up..." the engine roared to life briefly before sick sort of gurgling and the strangled call of "Turn it off!" was heard. Laughing the man named Jim turned the old car off, "You ok there Duo?" sputtering was heard before an oil soaked Duo Maxwell appeared out from under the car. Tugging a cloth out of his, blue stained coveralls he wiped oil from his face and hands. "Just fine, the car's not ready..." that sent the other man into hysterics once again, grunting the ex-Gundam pilot headed from the sink in the corner of the garage having to bend almost in half to use the basin.

Muttering too himself Duo washed his face and hands, barley glancing in the cracked mirror, he knew what would be there. Five years had been very kind to Duo Maxwell formally of the Maxwell church, or at least the ladies would say it was. Wide shoulders, muscular physique, tanned skin. His face had lost it's babyish look looking more masculine, stronger looking. Violet eyes hidden by dark thick lashes, being as far as Duo was concerned the most girlish thing about him. His ever present hip length braid swung forward as he straightened from his task of cleaning up, best he could.

Now eye level with a very blank wall he sighed, this was fate playing a joke on him, he was sure of it. Having always been so sensitive about his rather short stature he'd prayed to get taller. His prayers had been answered, and then some. At 16 he'd started a growth spurt, he'd got taller and taller..now he'd hit a rather high 6'10. Fate had screwed him over. "Maxwell shake a leg this car isn't going to fix it's self!" Sighing the brunette pulled the beak of his cap down over his eyes, taking long strides he returned to his work.

-#-#-#-

"Later Jim, see you in the tomorrow!" Duo called heading out for the day. Whistling jovially he headed off walking down the street, towards home. Black work boots clomped rhythmically with his strides, the blue coveralls had been pulled down and the arms where tired about his waist. His tight white t-shirt clung to his torso showing, and concealing well defined muscles. The black baseball cap was tilted back as he strode down the side walk enjoying the late summer afternoon.

After the war and that fateful night Duo had moved to Earth, where he'd gotten a job as a mechanic. He lived in a small comfortable apartment within walking distance of both the garage and one Quatre Winner. Smiling to himself he headed into his apartment building, whistling merrily he headed for his third floor flat. Taking out his keys he opened the teal door heading inside.

It wasn't opulent by any stench of the imagination but it was nice and comfortable. An open concept apartment with the kitchen and living room all sort of melded into one, too the left of the living room was a small little alcove with large window, the little space was overflowing with books. The bathroom was to the right of the kitchen, and stairway lead to a loft where Duo slept.

The whole apartment was painted in warm golden tonnes, all soft colors. It suited his rather mellow personality, of course he could still be the rambunctious run around he had once been, but he'd matured over the years. Quatre had said it had been an improvement, but Quatre said a lot of things, like how he should forget Heero and move on.

Snorting softly Duo made his way to the fridge pulling out a can of pop, shutting the door and popping the top he leaned back against the cool metal staring at the floor wondering where and what exactly the love of his life was doing. Grinning sadly to himself, Duo hoped he was happy where ever he was, Quatre wanted him to move on...but he couldn't. He couldn't find the attraction in annoy one else. He'd never wanted to go on dates, he hung out with Quatre and Trowa all the time. Friday and Saturday nights found him alone watching movies, or reading. "I really am sad..." sighing again he glanced at his watch. Finishing off his pop he headed up the stairs to his little loft of a room. "Hmmm..." he mumbled to himself pulling out a pair of black shorts soccer shorts he stripped quickly pulling the silky feeling shorts on. "Now where the hell is my jersey..." easier said then done, as he rooted around for the black and blue stripped shirt.

The ex-Gundam pilot rifled through heaps of sporting wear, hockey jersey's, rugby, football, baseball, basketball, running wear...you name it he had it. Finally his quest yielded the large shirt. "Awesome..." pulling it one he grabbed his soccer socks on his way down the stairs. His black duffle bag sat innocently by the door, shin pads, and cleats ready to go. Slipping on his beat up old runners he pulled a long sleeve warm up shirt over his jersey the back read the same as his jersey Maxwell 13...his lucky number.

Slinging the bag over his shoulder he locked his apartment, replaced his cap and headed out into the street once more. Jogging he made his way the six blocks to Quatre and Trowa's mansion.

-#-#-#-

Quatre Winner was reading his latest novel in the living room, when the familiar voice floated in from the foya, "Hello? Quatre? Trowa?" Smiling the blonde set his book down heading for the main entrance, "Hey Duo!" approaching the long haired brunette he smiled looking his friend over. Who would have guessed that Duo Maxwell would have turned out to be a jock. For that matter who would have guessed that Trowa would have turned out the same. "Yo, Q-man can Trowa come out and play?" smiling the blonde crossed his arms feigning deep thought, "I suppose so long as you guys are home for dinner." Laughing the long haired man tipped his hat, "Thanks Mr. Winner I'll make sure were back."

"Just then a flurry of auburn hair and matching warm up shirt appeared running down the stairs. "Duo, you ready?" Quatre watched as the pair slapped hands in a brotherly fashion joking about something. It was a homey moment and Quatre loved it, his boyfriend and love of his life was best friends with Duo. At first it had shocked Quatre a lot, it seemed that the pair had become really close after the war. Of course it probably had a lot to do with Duo's accident...

Shaking his head the blonde pushed those dark thoughts away. Instead he admired the rather masculine looking scene the pair made. Both very tall, although Duo still had a good six inches on Trowa, very good looking well muscled from so many sports and work outs. Sighing Quatre tilted his head as the pair bid him a goodbye. The pair where into everything, sports, cars, you name it...recently they'd been getting into the more extreme sports. "Allah help me..."

-#-#-#-

"Good game guys same time Thursday!" the team slapped each other on the back in congratulations. They'd won again, now dirty, tired and sweaty they where ready for a cold beer and some dinner. Trowa and Duo sat side by side peeling off their cleats and socks. "Nice play in the second half, Tro you had them so damn confused," the men laughed. "It was a good game Duo, you coming over for dinner?" Nodding said male tied up his laces "Yeah I'm pretty sure that's what Q was implying when we left. S'ok though what have I got to do tonight?" Smiling sadly, he finished his shoes stuffing his junk in his bag.

"Duo, I know you love him so I'm not going to say move on, but have you ever thought of trying to find him?" The long haired one nodded sadly, "Of course, but I chicken out every time I mean what if he moved on? You know? Has a family, or someone he truly loves...I'd kill me Tro." Nodding in understanding the shorter of the to smacked him on the back comfortingly. "Yeah, I hear ya..." with that the pair walked in companionable silence for a while.

"Game tonight..." Trowa said offhandedly, "Yeah...semi-finals for the World Cup..." Duo shot back. There was a several second pause as the two suddenly grinned before turning to one another, "Plasma!" the shouted in unison before running the rest of the way to the manor, laughing like lunatics.

TBC...