L2's Child

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, alas.

Warning: Angst, sap, mpreg, memory issues, homicidal Trowa.

Chapter Two

About three and a half weeks after his 'resignation', a black van glided up near the Maxwell Church memorial. The colony was in night mode, with a display of summer stars over head, as seen from North America. The passenger door opened and Parker stepped out, dressed in a Marrow Security uniform, he opened the back door and reached inside. The person he pulled out came without resistance, swaying slightly.

The man was thinner, long, unbraided hair spilling over the collar of his hood. He wore jeans and a cheap tee-shirt with a screened print on it proclaiming that he'd 'survived L2'. His shoes were old, fraying at the seams, and a little too large. Violet eyes watched Parker with an uncomprehending innocence.

Parker pulled out a mobile phone from his inside jacket pocket and handed it to Duo with a gloved hand. "Here, take this."

Duo reached out obediently, taking the object without much comprehension. "Where am I?"

"You're home," Parker said, not unkindly. "Call emergency services. You need to get to a doctor."

"Which doctor," Duo asked, staring at the small mobile phone in his hands.

"Any doctor," Parker said, irritated, worried maybe. "Come on, Captain, you know how to use a mobile phone."

"I do," Duo asked, looking up, violet eyes wide, "Who am I?"

"You're L2's child," Parker said, closing Duo's hand around the small mobile phone. "You're going to be okay. Things will be better for you now, you'll see."

"Better," Duo parroted, holding the mobile phone back out to Parker. "Where's Heero? Heero's going to be angry."

Parker's eyes went wide and he took a step back, face going white, he turned and slammed the van door closed before getting back into the front seat.

Duo watched him go, then went back to watching the mobile phone, as if it were going to do something. Then there in the closed in L2 night cycle, a light rain started, slowly splattering mist like rain that battered down his dry and frazzled hair. He had no where to go to, game from no where, knew no one, there in the rain at the Maxwell Church Memorial that he'd helped to get built, he was just a child of L2.

Trowa had not taken to looking through records or other tracks left by other people. He hacked right into the cc tv on L2. There were few people alive or dead that No Name cared about. His fellow gundam pilots were the top of that list. He spoke every day to each of them. He had had a copy of Duo's 'resignation' before Heero had gotten it.

The only things keeping the head of the L2 Preventer office from telling Trowa everything before she died was that Trowa's circus wouldn't be where she was for another week and that Trowa had discovered that Quatre didn't approve of people dying. He was pretty sure that Quatre would find out from him if he did that, and well, he didn't think that Quatre would date a serial killer. If Duo were dead though, he might have to push that boundary a little.

Scanning through cc tv archives at almost inhuman speed, he found Duo. He slowed the footage, and watched Duo just standing there in the rain. The footage was three hours old when Trowa found it. Scanning forward, until the present, Trowa was surprised to find a damp Duo standing right where he had been.

Technology is a wonderful thing. Trowa zoomed in, zoomed around him, then went in closer to the phone, getting model and the signature signal from the phone. He located the signature in the database and procured the phone number, which he promptly dialed.

He watched Duo stare at the phone. He knew it had to be ringing because Duo had moved to look at it. While doing this, Trowa typed email to Heero, including a link with login info for the CC tv. It would have made perfect sense to also alert the authorities on L2, to have medical personnel pick Duo up. Trowa had never been big authorities of any kind though and the Preventers on L2 were compromised as far as Trowa was concerned.

Heero replied right away that he was en route to L2, twenty-four hour estimated time of arrival.

A lot could happen in twenty-four hours.

A lot could happen in five minutes. Duo pressed the flashing green light on his phone and put it to his ear. "Hello."

"Duo! Are you hurt?"

There was a pause. "I don't know. Who are you?"

That gave another pause. "I'm a friend. Where have you been?"

"I don't know," Duo said, "I want to go home."

"Why don't you go to your apartment?"

"I don't know how to," Duo said and he turned, looking right at the camera, hidden in part of the memorial. "Can you come get me? There are ghosts here."

"Heero is coming, but it's going to take him a few hours," Trowa said, "What happened to you, Duo?"

"I don't know. Is that my name? Duo? Or are there two of me? It's because of the baby?"

"What baby," Trowa asked, hoping his worry didn't sound in his voice, "Is there a baby with you?"

"Yes," Duo said. "I can feel it."

Trowa licked his lips, fighting of the urge to really kill someone. "I'm going to send someone for you. They will tell you that Trowa sent them."

"I am waiting here," Duo said, softly, almost frightened.

Trowa didn't remember Duo ever sounding frightened. Crazed, furious, dangerous, lethal, vicious, playful, ridiculous, shy, silly, self-deprecating, intelligent, passionate, manic even sometimes, but never had Trowa seen him small and scared. "Why are you waiting?"

"I don't know," Duo said, "This place is familiar. I was here before."

"You were," Trowa said, "A long time ago." He'd been with Duo when they'd laid the foundation of the memorial. Heero and Relena had been there too. Quatre had shown up four hours late, with lunch for seventy, and they got a lot more done in the afternoon after people showed up for the free food.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember that Heero's going to be angry. If I go away, he'll be angry."

"Heero will never be angry at you, not for this, Duo. Duo is your name. Duo Maxwell."

Duo turned, eyes scanning the memorial of brick and granite. "Is this my church then?"

"It was, a long time ago," Trowa spoke as he typed furiously, "There is a taxi just turning the corner and heading towards you. Wave at it for me, Duo, please?"

"Why is my name Duo? That's a stupid sounding name. Are you sure that's my name?" Duo asked, doing as he was told though.

"I am sure that your name is Duo. I don't know why your name is Duo. Ask the cab driver what his name is."

The cab was a bright orange with black checks on it. The driver rolled down her window and arched an eyebrow at Duo, standing there wet and dazed looking.

"What's your name?"

"I was told to tell you that my name is Rose," she said.

"She says her name is Rose," Duo said.

"Good. Go with her. She's going to take you to a hotel. I'm going to take care of you. Don't worry. Heero is doing everything he can to get to you soon."

"Am I someone important?"

"Yes, you are. You're very important to us."

A few minutes later the connection cut as the cab went into a tunnel. A few minutes after that Trowa had confirmation that Duo was checked into one of the nicest and most secure hotels on L2. There would be a bath, clean clothes, warmth, food, and Heero would be there soon. This was as much as Trowa could do right then, and he was real undecided about homicide or not.