Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Warning: Shounen-ai, 2x4! Don't like? Don't read, and definitely don't flame. I don't want to hear it. They're fictional characters; I can do what I please. n.n
Sorry 'bout all grammar and/or spelling mistakes.
So, here ya have it. Finally, huh? Especially for one of you peoples. Lol. This is for you, Kim. (See? I posted it? n.n;;) Hope I don't disappoint. n.n
I've been mostly writing for LotR recently so forgive me if I make a mistake, especially since I haven't seen GW in forever. ..:sniff sniff:.. Really want to, though.
Well, please let me know what you think, 'kay? n.n And I hope you enjoy.
In the Hands of Another
Chapter One: Panic
Duo stared wide-eyed at the horrifying sight before him.
He was frozen, unable to even form a single word. There were shots being fired all around him, explosions rang out loudly; yet he could hear nothing, except the static that Quatre's gundam was now emitting.
It seemed like an eternity before he was able to move and that was only due to being shocked back into the battle by an enemy hitting his gundam.
He destroyed the enemy first and then, ignoring the others, he quickly set about finding Quatre's gundam, following the trail of smoke and fire. The damage done to his own gundam was not even noticed as panicked as he was.
He knew he was supposed to continue the fight; that he should complete the mission he and Quatre had been given, but he had to find Quatre. Each knew there was a high chance of the five of them dying at any moment. Every battle was a risk. They weren't supposed to be too close to each other. However, Duo and Quatre had become closer than any of the other pilots; through what had began as friendship and was now so much more.
The braided pilot had roughly and carelessly landed, his lover being the only thing on his mind; the only thing he cared about.
Immediately upon his landing he opened the hatch and jumped down from his kneeling gundam. He had tried to track Sandrock, Quatre's gundam, but it wouldn't show up on the radars.
Fearing the worst, Duo searched the old-fashioned way, pulling out his gun to be on the safe-side. With how shaky his hands were, however, he didn't think he'd be able to hit the target or even aim for that matter.
"Quatre!" he shouted despite his earlier caution. He knew there was an all too real possibility of the enemy being close by, also searching for the fallen gundam and its pilot. They wanted information about the gundam and their pilots.
He's alright… He's alright… he repeated over and over again, searching frantically for the blonde.
Duo finally found the wreckage of Sandrock. It had taken him a lot farther away from his gundam than he had thought it would. He wished he could have used Deathscythe but the forest was too dense.
No signs of Quatre were seen; he figured he was still stuck in his destroyed gundam. The hatch wasn't even open, much to Duo's great dislike.
The brunette's breath caught in his throat as he came closer… closer… closer, seemingly miles away, though only mere feet… inches.
His still-trembling hands dropped his gun to the ground, landing with a dull thump.
He knew he had to hurry, his lover could be seriously injured, even dying, but no matter how much he wished it, his body would not move any faster.
Terrified of what he might find, he quickly opened the hatch as soon as his hand had found its way there.
Second after agonizing second passed as he watched the hatch ever-so-slowly open.
Duo gasped loudly at the sight he was met with.
There were sparks of electricity coming from every direction on Sandrock's consol, static heard as the screen flickered on and off.
But what most caught his attention wasn't the thick air, the sparks, the unnerving sound of the continuous static, or even the blood that caked the controls. No, it was the way no signs of breath could be seen, the way the blood trickled down the blonde's head, the way he was slumped forward unconscious.
He put his hands over his mouth in horror. This time his body did not freeze on him, but did the exact opposite as he sprang into action, determined to save his lover.
He had some difficulty getting past the mess of the cockpit. However, his fear and panic for Quatre's life proved to be the best motivation. He didn't care about the occasional cut from the sharp objects sticking out every which way. His only thoughts were focused on getting to Quatre, on helping his lover.
He's alright… He's alright… he continued again, even with the scene before him.
Quatre was going to live… he was.
The braided pilot forced himself to calm down; to control himself and his emotions. Panicking would not help.
He's alright… He's alright…
He reached out and, touching Quatre's neck, he felt for the pulse that had to be there. Holding his breath he waited until his shaking hands finally felt what he knew to be there, faint and weak, but there nonetheless.
He didn't have time to let his relief sink in as he desperately tried to think of an idea to get the pilot out without hurting him further.
Blood still flowed freely from the blonde's numerous injuries; he had already lost a lot.
Duo ripped his shirt (since he had nothing else) as he got ready to staunch the flow of blood. He took care of the wounds that could be treated, trying to make it so his lover didn't lose as much blood.
He had been too panicked to think of grabbing his own health kit from Deathscythe, and he couldn't take the precious time to look for Quatre's at the moment.
Tears threatened to overwhelm him at the situation, as he bound the wounds tightly, praying the blood would stop.
He felt like this was his fault. He could have protected Quatre better. He could have kept a closer eye on him, done something to prevent this. But he hadn't, and his lover was far too close to death because of it.
Duo carefully picked Quatre up and pulled him against his chest. Even though he knew he should hurry he feared harming the blonde even more and he couldn't afford that.
"Damn!" he swore under his breath after lying Quatre down once out of the gundam. He needed supplies. Now that he could get a proper look at his friend, he liked what he saw even less, to say the least. He cursed his mindlessness. Why hadn't he brought anything! He knew his lover had been severely injured…
Sighing heavily he ripped his shirt again, all the while continuing to reprimand himself. All he could do at the moment was bind the injuries and hope that it would be enough for the time-being.
The braided pilot checked the blonde's pulse again; making sure it was still there.
After a while, when he was sure Quatre was as stable as he was going to get, he quickly stood up and rushed back into Sandrock, hoping beyond all hope that he would be able to find the health kit, and soon. He figured it would be better to search for Quatre's than to go back to Deathscythe for his. He had no idea just how far he had gone.
He desperately searched the destroyed cockpit, absentmindedly avoiding the dangers. Quickly, he tried to contact one of the other pilots, to inform them of their whereabouts, or at least the general area. However, that obviously failed. He hoped they would be able to find them, and soon!
"Every man for himself." Heero's words, which were quickly agreed upon by Wufei, ran through his mind.
No, they will come for us. They won't leave us, he thought sure of his words. Even if they acted cold towards the other pilots they wouldn't abandon their comrades, even friends, though they'd never admit it aloud.
He continued his search, resisting the urge to check on Quatre again. There would be no point if he still had nothing to treat his injuries with. He had to make sure none of the wounds would become infected. He didn't think the blonde could fight off a fever as well.
It was getting late as well, the sun's low rays causing the sky to change from its light blue, to a bright orange that glowed through the trees' leaves. To top everything else off, the nights were becoming colder and colder so he would need a blanket. He also needed water to get rid of the blood and to drink, of course.
The braided pilot was finally able to find what he needed after what had felt like an eternity. He quickly grabbed everything and jumped out of Sandrock, throwing himself and the supplies onto the ground next to his lover.
Looking at Quatre his breathing was now extremely labored and sounded painful, but... he was still breathing!
Duo began to treating the main injuries once his initial scare had worn off and he was able to think straight.
He spent nearly two hours thoroughly cleaning and bandaging Quatre's injuries, making sure he didn't miss any.
He plopped down onto his back, letting out a breath of utter relief, emotional and physical exhaustion taking hold. He couldn't rest, not yet, he had to take care of Quatre. His lover came before everything else.
The thoughts about one of the other pilots rescuing them had been pushed away. He could not rely on them. Who knew how long it would take for any of them to show.
The braided pilot forced himself up and, after checking on Quatre, he got some firewood. He didn't go far, for he didn't want to leave the injured pilot and there was no need since they were surrounded by the tree's fallen branches.
After lighting the fire, he put Quatre close to it, but not too close for the sparks to catch on the blanket that he had found in the health kit. He was concerned over the fact that their enemy might be able to find them from the smoke, but the blanket would not provide enough heat for Quatre's failing body.
Duo feared sitting too close to his lover since he didn't want to re-open or cause further harm if he moved without thinking and ended up bumping him.
The braided pilot settled down close to the fire and his lover, shivering slightly at the breeze that escaped through the trees. He had no blanket for himself, but wasn't complaining.
Quatre was alive.
The thought kept clinging to the front of his mind, letting itself sink in.
He would stay up and watch over the blonde, watching for any signs of his health changing, or of his consciousness returning. He really hoped that he would wake soon, for it would dissipate his still-lingering fear for his lover a little bit more.
Right now, he was down-right terrified of losing the loving blonde.
What if he didn't make it?
The brunette shook his head in disbelief. How could he think such a thing?
Quatre would make it. He would.
Even with these thoughts, he couldn't shake off his doubt when he looked at his pale lover.
"Please don't take him from me," he whispered the plea, a desperate note clearly heard in his choked up voice as tears made their way down his face.
Is our poor Quatre going to make it out of this alive? I have killed characters off before so I wonder… ..:grins evilly:..
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it. Kinda iffy about it myself. Let me know what you think, though, 'kay? And don't be harsh if you don't like it please, and thank you. n.n If If made a mistake kindly let me know, and I'll gladly fix it. I'll try my best not to mess up this fic by the end… XD
It's up to you guys whether or not I post the next chapter, so let me know if ya want it, alright? n.n
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