Characters/Pairings: Duo Maxwell
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Safehouses are my favorite cliché crutch.
I hauled ass away from the explosions like a bat out of hell, an apt metaphor for Deathscythe on the run. The place was going up in blazing fireworks and suits swarmed like angry bees; I didn't plan to hang around and get stung.
Solo missions are great; no need to worry about anyone else, no rescues or clean-up, just cut and run. 'Scythe's stealth lets me drop off the radar like magic.
Made it back, ghosted upstairs, quickly showered, and crawled between clean sheets, to snuggle against a familiar, warm body. At Heero's side; that's close enough to home.