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A/N: I don’t own Gundam Wing.
#17 kHz
/Short Wave/
“Does this thing work?” Heero squatted down to look at the old table top radio on the floor under Duo’s workbench. Removing the random junk stacked on top of it, he brushed off a layer of dust and lifted it up.
Peeking out from under the car he was working on, Duo looked to see what Heero was talking about. “It worked the last time I plugged it in, but that was probably five years ago. It’s pretty cool, don’t you think?”
“It is,” Heero agreed, setting it on the cluttered surface of the workbench and running his finger down the side and over the peeling veneer. The dark stain on the wood was somewhat clouded, but with a little work it could look sharp again. He turned the knobs slowly, watching the dial move across the faded numbers. “Mind if I mess with it?”
“Mess with it how?” Duo asked suspiciously as he pushed the creeper out from under the car and stood up. “You’re not going to break it, are you?”
“Says the man who had it on the floor under ten pounds of junk.” Heero rolled his eyes at Duo before turning the radio over and examining the back. “No, I’m not going to break it. I’ve never seen one before and I want to see how it works.”
“Famous last words,” Duo snorted, coming to stand next to Heero. For the moment work was temporarily forgotten as Duo picked up the plug and stuck it into an outlet. At first they only got static, but as Heero fiddled with the knobs, ghosts of voices could be heard.
“Is this just AM?” Heero asked, unable to read the worn numbers on the dial. The radio looked commercially made, and he wasn’t overly familiar with the history of radio.
Duo peered closer to the face, brushing some dust off. “I think so. See here?” He pointed at some faded lettering. “I think it says kilohertz, so that would be AM, right?”
Heero shrugged, turning the radio around and looking at the back, eyeing the screws in the corners. “Hand me a Phillips head.”
Duo handed Heero a screwdriver and the two men grinned like kids at Christmas as they started to take it apart. In moments the back was off and lying off to the side as they looked at the glowing vacuum tubes inside. Heero was truly surprised the radio was still intact – it had to be at least 200 years old, if not more and being on the floor of Duo’s garage should’ve been the kiss of death.
“Where’d you find this?” Heero watched the light get brighter as the tubes heated up. He’d always been interested in antiques, and despite its shabby appearance this radio was pretty damned cool.
“I didn’t.” Pulling the radio closer to him, Duo turned up the volume and tried to find something substantial in the static. “Howard found it at some point and gave it to me because I liked it. I had actually brought it here to work on it, and like everything else I want to do for fun it got pushed aside for work.”
Heero peered inside, trying to memorize the set up without taking it apart further. He really wanted to disassemble it, but if he were to break any of the tubes, he knew it would be close to impossible to replace them. “Could I refinish the outside?”
“Do you think you could do it without messing up the electronics?” It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Heero’s abilities, but Duo really didn’t want to see it broken. He nodded in agreement without waiting for Heero to answer, looking up at his lover with a grin. “It would look pretty cool in the living room.”
“Thanks.” Heero straightened up, his expression warm. “It’s not any guy who’d let you add décor to his apartment.”
“Our apartment,” Duo corrected, as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Heero’s waist, not caring that his clothes were smeared with grease. “You always did have better taste than me, anyway.”
“I do.” Heero brushed a kiss across Duo’s lips. “I picked you, didn’t I?”
#17 kHz
/Short Wave/
“Does this thing work?” Heero squatted down to look at the old table top radio on the floor under Duo’s workbench. Removing the random junk stacked on top of it, he brushed off a layer of dust and lifted it up.
Peeking out from under the car he was working on, Duo looked to see what Heero was talking about. “It worked the last time I plugged it in, but that was probably five years ago. It’s pretty cool, don’t you think?”
“It is,” Heero agreed, setting it on the cluttered surface of the workbench and running his finger down the side and over the peeling veneer. The dark stain on the wood was somewhat clouded, but with a little work it could look sharp again. He turned the knobs slowly, watching the dial move across the faded numbers. “Mind if I mess with it?”
“Mess with it how?” Duo asked suspiciously as he pushed the creeper out from under the car and stood up. “You’re not going to break it, are you?”
“Says the man who had it on the floor under ten pounds of junk.” Heero rolled his eyes at Duo before turning the radio over and examining the back. “No, I’m not going to break it. I’ve never seen one before and I want to see how it works.”
“Famous last words,” Duo snorted, coming to stand next to Heero. For the moment work was temporarily forgotten as Duo picked up the plug and stuck it into an outlet. At first they only got static, but as Heero fiddled with the knobs, ghosts of voices could be heard.
“Is this just AM?” Heero asked, unable to read the worn numbers on the dial. The radio looked commercially made, and he wasn’t overly familiar with the history of radio.
Duo peered closer to the face, brushing some dust off. “I think so. See here?” He pointed at some faded lettering. “I think it says kilohertz, so that would be AM, right?”
Heero shrugged, turning the radio around and looking at the back, eyeing the screws in the corners. “Hand me a Phillips head.”
Duo handed Heero a screwdriver and the two men grinned like kids at Christmas as they started to take it apart. In moments the back was off and lying off to the side as they looked at the glowing vacuum tubes inside. Heero was truly surprised the radio was still intact – it had to be at least 200 years old, if not more and being on the floor of Duo’s garage should’ve been the kiss of death.
“Where’d you find this?” Heero watched the light get brighter as the tubes heated up. He’d always been interested in antiques, and despite its shabby appearance this radio was pretty damned cool.
“I didn’t.” Pulling the radio closer to him, Duo turned up the volume and tried to find something substantial in the static. “Howard found it at some point and gave it to me because I liked it. I had actually brought it here to work on it, and like everything else I want to do for fun it got pushed aside for work.”
Heero peered inside, trying to memorize the set up without taking it apart further. He really wanted to disassemble it, but if he were to break any of the tubes, he knew it would be close to impossible to replace them. “Could I refinish the outside?”
“Do you think you could do it without messing up the electronics?” It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Heero’s abilities, but Duo really didn’t want to see it broken. He nodded in agreement without waiting for Heero to answer, looking up at his lover with a grin. “It would look pretty cool in the living room.”
“Thanks.” Heero straightened up, his expression warm. “It’s not any guy who’d let you add décor to his apartment.”
“Our apartment,” Duo corrected, as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Heero’s waist, not caring that his clothes were smeared with grease. “You always did have better taste than me, anyway.”
“I do.” Heero brushed a kiss across Duo’s lips. “I picked you, didn’t I?”
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