Okay, before I get one with the fic, I just wanted to clear some things up for everyone. People seem to be confused about where everyone is. Well, just so you know, the shuttle did not, I repeat, did not take off at a hotel, motel, or whatever you want to call it. It's kinda hard to explain, but I'll try. Odin owns, or so-called owns, a building where people are supposed to be teaching something like . . . . um, what's the word . . . . whatever that position is when people study about space shuttles and other things in that category (and it's not becoming an astronaut, I know that.). And what Heero means by when he says that he's never seen that shuttle before, is that normally, they wouldn't learn about shuttles from like fourteen years ago (at least not in my story). So, that's when Heero gets suspicious and when he and Duo go and find out about Odin and Herone.
Whew! That was a mouthful!
bows Gomen Nansai for not clearing that up earlier.
Okay, I think that was everything that needed explaining . . . . . Yep, I hope. If anyone else has a question, just ask, that's what I'm here for, and for giving you guys some entertainment . . . . . . . .
You know I'm kidding! . . . Right?
On with the fic!
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Blonde hair blew slightly in the light breeze, slapping gently at the brow above sparkling blue eyes that scrolled up and down a sheet of paper with different numbers and words printed on it. A sharp beep rang through the room, startling the young man, almost making him jump out of his chair.
"It's just the intercom," he breathed. Pressing a button, he spoke again, asking who it was.
"Sir, there is a young man on line six for you," the woman's voice said.
"Thank you." Pressing the number six button, the man put the phone to his ear and spoke once more, surprised at the person on the other end.
"Hiya, Quatre!" Duo's cheery voice cried on the other end.
"Duo!" Quatre exclaimed happily. "It's been a long time, Duo. What have you been up to these past six years?"
"Oh, nothing much." Something was wrong in the way he said it that made Quatre ponder a minute before asking another question on his mind.
"What's wrong?"
That made Duo quiet, something the former Sandrock owner was not used to. "Quatre, buddy, we have a problem. A big problem."
"What is it?" he asked, somewhat afraid of the answer he might get.
"I can't tell you now. Could you get in touch with Wufie and Trowa for me? Meet me at our little hiding spot tomorrow. Ok?" Duo's voice sounded a bit shaky as he said the instructions.
"Sure. Trowa's circus troupe is here performing and Wufie and Sally are here as well on business for the Preventers. We'll meet you tomorrow. Would you like for me to get in touch with Heero?"
"No, Heero's here with me. He's currently asleep at the moment, so ya can't talk to him till tomorrow. I've got to go. See ya!" With that the line went dead, leaving Quatre to ponder on what just happened.
He placed the phone on the receiver in a daze. What was going on? Did it have something to do with Heero? 'I hope not,' he thought to himself, reaching in one of the many drawers on the desk and bringing out a piece of paper with numbers written on it. Picking up the phone once again, he dialed the numbers automatically, listening as three rings echoed through his ears. A deep familiar voice reached his ears.
"Trowa, we've got trouble."
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Duo set down the phone and looked behind him as footsteps sounded. Heero stood there, face as white as snow, his right hand over his left side, grasping his side painfully.
"Heero, are you alright?" he asked striding over to his friend, lending him a hand in helping him to the couch.
Heero nodded. "Hai."
"You're out of practice, bud. I can tell you're lying to me." Duo's blues roamed over the sweaty form of his friend, stopping at his left side where his hand was gripping tightly. "Let me see," he said quietly, removing Heero's hand from his side and lifting up the side of the shirt. He whistled at the sight. A large gun-shot wound stood looking ugly and very bruised. "You didn't tell me you had gotten shot, Heero." He looked at the former Gundam piolet with a worried look.
Heero looked away. "I got it when Herone was taken. The shot me to distract me so he could take my son . . ." His eyes went distant as the memory flashed before them.
"Hey, don't worry. Everything's gonna turn out okay," Duo said positively, looking square in the ex-piolet's eyes, gaining a nod of approval. "Now, let me fix that wound up for ya. It looks like you reopened the wound." Getting up, Deathscythe's piolet made his way over to the bathroom, getting into a cabinet and bringing out a small box. Making his way back over to his old friend, he set the box down and opened it. Bringing out some thread, alcohol, and some cotton walls, he set them beside the white container.
"Great," he heard Heero mutter as the long haired man brought out another item. A needle.
"Know you don't like 'em, buddy, but got no choice, do I?" He smiled apologetically at his friend's face as he looped the thread through the needle. "This might hurt a little."
-Next Day-
Duo and Heero sat across from each other, Heero curled up slightly on the chair, resting.
Duo sat looking at his old friend. After he had stitched up Heero's side last night, the former Wing piolet had stayed up half the night with a fever from the slight infection from the wound. It had finally broken at about two in the morning.
He looked up towards the clock above the mantel of the fireplace. It was almost time for the others to be arriving. Getting up, the former Deathscythe piolet made his way over to Heero, shaking his shoulder gently. "Heero? Heero, wake up. The others are going to be here soon," he said softly as the Wing piolet's eyes opened sleepily.
"What?" he mumbled, his voice slurred.
"The others are going to be here soon. You need to wake up, bud," Duo repeated.
Heero nodded his head sluggishly and sat up straighter, covering his mouth as he yawned.
Before either could say another word, a knock came at the door. Walking to the door, Duo opened the wooden hunk.
"Quatre! Trowa! Wufie! It's good to see you guys again!" Duo exclaimed embracing the three at the same time.
"Duo!" Quatre cried as his old friend tried to break his spine.
Everyone came in, Wufie looking over at a spaced-out Heero.
"Heero?" he asked, the others coming up behind him.
The former piolet looked up at his old friends. "Hi," he said quietly, nodding his head.
"May I ask what we are doing here?" the Chinese man asked. He would rather be out with Sally making their rounds than be there where there was nothing to do.
Duo looked at Heero who had spaced out again.
"Well, we kinda have a problem, guys. A big problem," Duo said, his eyes never leaving his friend.
"And what might that be?" Wufie asked getting slightly annoyed at the fact that Duo was dragging things out. As usual.
"My-my son has been . . ." a quiet voice said from the chair. Every eye in the room gazed at the hunched over figure.
"What is it, Heero?" Trowa asked, with a rare hint of concern.
The former piolet looked up at them, tears at the corners of his eyes. "My son has been kidnaped. Herone was taken by . . . Odin, an old teacher of mine . . ."
Everyone was silent as they took in the news.
Quatre couldn't believe it. After all that praying last night . . . Something had happened to Heero. "Heero . . ." he didn't know what to say. What could you?
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Yep. I'm gonna leave it at that for a while. I have ANOTHER writer's block. They're getting really frequent now . . . . If you could, say this chant over and over again for about 5 times. Maybe that'll work.
Say it with me now!
writer's block, go away.
writer's block, go away.
writer's block, go away and far away!
I know it's corny, but it did work once . . . . key word "once."
Well, I'll go now and leave you guys to your business, AND NOT THE BATHROOM KIND!
Geez! I can't tell you how many people think that every time someone says that!
See ya! R&R!