(aka Gone in Sixty Seconds)

by SilverLady

“Duo, supper’s ready.” Quatre called up the stairs.

Duo appeared in the doorway. “Hey, cool. Spaghetti.” He sat down at the table.

*Sluuuuurp* “Thanks, Quatre.”

Quatre blinked as Duo disappeared back up the stairs. “How?”

Trowa glanced at his watch. “A new record.”