Hello Gundam Wing fandom... i'm back after like... 1000 years...
Summary:
10 years since the last major set of battles, since the gundams Quatre's path seemed to derail as soon as it got going. His sisters took over the family business. He was uprooted from earth and moved to a colony furthest away from everyone. Working a day to day job as an engineer, on medication for health problems, and struggling with a boring diet. It had been five years since he backed out of being a preventer, and expressed feelings for his dearest friend. Only he was inadvertently rejected. Leading a somewhat dull life, Quatre is unaware of the cage he's in until Duo and Trowa decide to crash in.
Warnings:
Some sexual content (Lime), light graphic content, MxM relationship
Pairings:
3 x 4, light mentions of and 1 x R/2 x H
It hadn't taken long for him to find his newly designated room. The door was open and a vacuum cord had been plugged outside the door. The sound coming from the room meant it was running. It was being cleaned just for him.
Trowa had a bandana tied over his face as he ran the trivial device over the floor a few times. Dust had accumulated some in the unused room from when they had used it for guests or cargo. He wiped some sweat from his forehead. Debating again cutting his hair some, it was getting unnecessarily long again. He scratched the back of his head, feeling some sweat run through his buzzed scalp.
"Is this mine?" He heard behind him, Quatre had been standing there for who knows how long.
Trowa, happy for the bandana covering most of his face tried to force a smile. Maybe the night before had been a very bad idea, their friendship seemed to suffer some. But he was expecting that, the only thing he could do was give the other space, and hope for the best. It didn't help that they abducted him, and gave him a concussion. "Yes, I was wanting to vacuum before you came in, the dust is rough on my allergies." He pointed to the bandana around his nose and chin.
Quatre's smile was finally genuine as he chuckled. Cupping his mouth some, he glanced to see Trowa's faint smile. He quickly looked away and glanced at the bed. "I can decorate or is this temporary?"
"Go ahead, this wont be your forever home but a kind of barrack away from home."
"For me its all I have right now." Quatre whispered.
"Sounds like you're staying, or I'm making assumptions." Trowa's face turned away, to avoid the other's reaction.
"I'll give it some thought, I-."
"Winner,"
They turned to the new voice in the doorway and Wufei stood with a PDA in hand. "Wufei, how are you?" Quatre asked pleasantly.
"What year did you get your tattoo?" he asked, ignoring the question. He pointed his hand towards his own neck in reference.
"I think 203?" Quatre replied. "It was only a few months after I relocated there when they started doing them."
"Good, its got a transmitter, but its over three years so it's probably not as strong this far out." Wufei made a face and his fingers danced across the PDA's screen, ignoring the other's gaze at him.
"What.."
"I hope you're not afraid of needles," Wufei crossed his arms over his chest.
"Wait, you cant take it out, we were told that it'd paralyze us, it's dangerous!" Quatre grabbed the back of his neck to cover the tattoo. "The transmitters don't work outside the colony."
"You say that, but you three were followed, which could be thanks to you." Wufei didn't pull his punch.
Quatre didn't want to look at Trowa, the third, quiet one. He could feel the tension from growing frustration emitting from the other. "How are you taking it out."
"We remove it, that's all you need to know, don't be a nuisance and come."
"Just give me to them, I'll say I planted the bomb or whatever you guys did." Quatre's hands balled up.
"Yes, and us escorting you out, given our records and most of us not having scannable asses would go over so well." Wufei rolled his eyes and grabbed Quatre by the hair.
Trowa grabbed Wufei's arm. "Dont be patronizing. I think Quatre understands." He looked at Quatre who winced.
"Trowa."
"Quatre, if they find you here, they will find out about our involvement. There is no way out other than removing that collar from your neck, after it's done, we'll drop you off on Earth. You can go your own way."
Wufei made a face as he let go. "Like I wanted to be part of a damned taxi service." He grumbled and turned his back to them, slipping his hands into his jacket. "Do whatever you want," he spat and skulked off.
Quatre felt the swell of anxiety in his throat. "I'm sorry."
"Why apologize?" Trowa asked. "We put you in this situation. Let us get you out if you don't want to stay." He patted Quatre's hair down.
"Is it going to hurt?" He asked.
"Will hurt less than the tattooing."
"Ok.. as long as I'm put out for it." Quatre rubbed the back of his neck, tugging at the collar of his shirt as his hand dropped. "You think I'm wearing a collar."
"Chained dogs die before wild ones…" Trowa commented.
"By the way, stalker…" Quatre glared. "You guys were watching me, and if I didn't come with you, you thought stealing my violin would have me coming after you?"
Trowa's face didn't change from passive until he turned to head down the hall. "Come on, lets go get you into surgery."
Duo was sitting in a spinning chair, rotating every few seconds back and forth. He had a long white jacket on and green scrubs. "So if he backs out, you can knock him out right Wu?"
"Its dangerous for us to do this so soon after his concussion, but we'll keep our eyes on his vitals." Wufei pulled on some gloves. "I think the hardest part will be sedating him."
"Shots or gas?"
"We only have the shots, gas isn't safe here out in space. Especially with you around." Wufei grinned.
Duo just laughed. "Oh hell man, you were so pissed," he spun once again. "I can still remember you talking about how geese were the assholes of earth and I was the human version of a goose." Duo laughed more. "That's the last I remember, and then waking up snuggling your feet."
"I'm only asking your help because Sally is going to be up with Heero talking to border patrol." Wufei still had a smile on his face, letting it die only when Quatre and Trowa finally entered. "About time."
Duo grinned, "I'll be your nurse today."
Quatre stopped mid-step and turned on his heel. "Nope."
"Hey!" Duo whined.
Trowa spun Quatre back around. "Duo is proficient, he does the tattoos, and no one's has gotten infected."
"Yeah, besides, Wufei is a perfectionist, you probably wont even have a scar." He gave Wufei a thumbs up.
Wufei returned the gesture, surprisingly.
Quatre still felt unease. "I don't know if we should do this now, I did suffer a concussion." He glared at Duo.
"Sally approved it." Wufei pulled out two bottles, setting them down on the counter. "Get on the table, take off your shirt, and don't move." he grabbed two plastic packets and sat them down next to the bottles. "Duo get a vein going."
"Aye doc." Duo got up from his chair and grabbed a cuff and after Quatre was situated he smiled. "Dominant arm?"
Quatre held up his right.
Duo clamped the cuff around Quatre's left arm, it tightened some and lit up. The veins along his arm lit up from the light. "Its ridiculous how awesome this thing is."
"I'll say." Quatre looked at the numerous veins that decorated from the cuff down to his fingertips. He could barely see the bones under his skin and muscle the device worked that well.
Wufei came to the table and had the needle ready to go, "Ok, after I pull out the needle I want you to lay down and count back from ten, if you make it to one, we'll give you a secondary shot."
Quatre winced a little, seeing the needle slide into his skin. He glanced over to see Trowa's back to him, the other unable to look at needles. He took a deep breath as the needle slid out and he laid back. His head swam, barely feeling the next needle go in for the IV. The glow disappeared from his arm and he could hear shuffling feet around him. The door opening and closing, and he began to count backwards. "Ten…" he whispered, his eyes getting heavy, his nasal cavity relaxing into his throat. "Nine.."
"When he's good, he needs to fix the washer," he heard Duo's toneless voice before slipping to sleep.
Next Time!
Quatre's out for the time being, but Colony official's are knocking at the door. Where to hide a blonde fugitive?!
Sorry for the stupid long hiatus! Thank you all for sticking around for the story. We got all moved in and are still working on organizing and unpacking but since things have calmed down I should be getting more stuff out soon!
I hope you enjoy and definitely let me know what you think!
