Summary, Warnings, and Disclaimer: Nada. Nandemono. Nothing. Comprende?
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I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of a static
And put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending
To be where I'm not anymore
-Linkin Park, "With You"
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After couple of days the Gundam pilots were still waiting for the mysterious boy to wake up. Twice the L5 pilot had had to stop Maxwell from sneaking upstairs with a bucket of water to try to satisfy his curiosity.
Finally, Wufei was called on a mission, a simple search-and-destroy. An hour later he was winging it back to the safehouse, nursing a sliced arm, a souvenir left by bit of metal that had come loose inside his cockpit.
He walked up the safehouse, holding his arm as tightly as he could to slow the bleeding. The front door was abruptly flung open in his face, and the Chinese boy blinked in surprise. "Maxwell-"
"It's about time, Chang! Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you?! I was supposed to be on a mission fifteen minutes ago!" The frazzled pilot pulled him inside the house.
"The others are all on their own missions, so you'll have to watch the kid." Nearly tripping over himself in his haste, Maxwell grabbed a duffel bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder. "'Kay, he hasn't woken up yet, so all you have to do is sit in the room and read a book or something. Have fun!" With those last words he ran out the door, braid trailing along behind him.
Wufei was left blinking in the front hall, momentarily stunned, before putting his thoughts into words: "What the hell just happened?"
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It was dark. Peaceful. Safe.
It was…nice, just floating there in the darkness.
He didn't want to leave it, but he knew he would have to soon.
There was something he had to do, something important.
Slowly, reluctantly, the dreamer began to wake.
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Juggling a medkit and a rather thick book, Wufei pushed open the door to the spare bedroom, carefully making sure his 'patient' still slumbered before he settled into the chair that had been pulled next to the bed. He winced as the cut in his arm twinged, and contemplated swearing as it once again started to bleed sluggishly.
Instead, he opened up the medkit and pulled out disinfectant and a clean bandage, rolling up his shirtsleeve so he could get to the wound. Then he swore, as he found out it was worse than he'd thought, a good centimeter deep and eight long.
The Chinese boy grimaced as he reached back into the kit for sterile thread and a packaged needle. This would not be fun.
About to begin the self-appointed task of stitching himself up, Wufei instead froze as a soft rustle came from the direction of the bed. Turning his head, startled, he saw the boy beginning to stir.
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He was almost there, he could feel it. Only a bit more, and he would break the surface. Ignoring the siren call of the shadows below, the dreamer pressed on.
So close…there!
Odd, he'd forgotten what warmth felt like. The darkness was restful, but he hadn't realized how cold it was, not until he'd left.
He wasn't sure, but he thought he might like this better.
"You're awake."
For a second the words didn't make sense, then a part of him wanted to laugh. Way to state the obvious, mate. Curious, he opened his eyes and looked towards where the voice had come from.
Something was wrong. Everything was…blurry, as though some great artist hadn't liked his creation, and tried to rub it out. Frowning thoughtfully, he wished the haziness would go away, and was only mildly astonished when it did.
Then, as his vision focused, he found himself gazing into a pair of surprised ebony eyes.
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Wufei watched as the boy's eyelids flickered, leaning over the edge of the bed. Soon, he seemed to settle down, his breathing becoming more even.
"You're awake." He winced as he heard the words leave his mouth. Taking lessons from Maxwell now, are we?
For a moment there was no reaction. Then the boy's eyes sprang open, and left him breathless.
They weren't green. Saying those eyes were green would be like saying Maxwell was energetic, or that Relena liked pink; the words were too plain to encompass the reality. No, they were emerald, glowing with an internal light that would make it so easy to simply tumble into their depths…
With a shudder Wufei came back to himself, as he saw a frown mar the face before him. "What's wrong?" he asked, a bit shaken, though he kept his face expressionless.
The boy looked startled. He opened his mouth to speak, but at first nothing came out. "…My eyes. They…weren't working right," he said, and the Gundam pilot was surprised to hear it come out with a British accent. "But I've fixed it now."
Wufei blinked, this time in confusion. Fixed? Then he almost hit himself over the head as he remembered what he should have been asking in the first place. "Who are you?"
Slowly sitting up, his patient sighed. "To tell you the truth…" He looked at the Chinese boy intently. "I was hoping you could tell me."
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A/N: Argh! This is not supposed to be this short! It's just that that was too good an ending to waste. I can't believe I couldn't even make it a thousand words, though.
If any of you are wondering at my lack of updates, it's because I've technically been banned from using a computer for anything but school work until my mid-quarter grades come in. I'm not even supposed to be uploading this *blushes and shakes her head* Parents have no priorities…
*looks around* What do you know, there weren't any complaints about the 5+HP! I guess you guys like it too.
Okay, you all have one more chappie to vote, the polls in the last chappie.
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Atalante: Thank you! And don't worry about reviewing all of 'em, this is enough for me to know you're reading ^_^.
gundam06serenity: Yeah, I was kinda tired when I wrote that, so it came out weird. Basically I'm having trouble deciding on Harry's new name, so I decided to turn to the people who can always be counted on to help with stuff like that: you readers.
And this is even worse on the shortness count…v_v
Kitta Baby: *sniffs* Really?...*bursts into tears* I'm so happy! ^_^
I'm working on Chapter Five right now, actually.
Thank you!
Stargazer: Don't worry, I just can't see Harry as the Perfect Soldier v2.0. And Harry will only have one ability, both because I need a reason for the G-boys to keep him around, and because I figure his magic needs some way to express itself.
Questions? Comments? *looks around* ...Anyone? *crickets chirp* Oh, well. If anyone does have any, you know what to do.