Rehab
Title: Rehab
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4, 5X (secret), 1+OC...
Warnings: SEX! (Lol), Angst, Violence, Foul Language and so on!
Summary: To vent his frustration throughout the war Duo turns to Heero for no-strings attached sex not knowing the silent solider would start to develop feelings for him. Now the wars over and Duo has turned to Hilde to start a new life leaving Heero stranded and unknowing how to deal with the emotion called 'Love'.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it would be never ending!
It's like I checked into Rehab
Baby, you're my disease
It's like I checked into Rehab
Baby, you're my disease
Chapter 10
Anthropologist Edward T. Hall stated: "The best reason for exposing oneself to foreign ways is to generate a sense of vitality and awareness — an interest in life which can come only when one lives through the shock of contrast and difference."
The next morning I have conflicted feelings regarding my actions last night. The only picture I have of Duo I rip up and because of what? My anger? My wounded pride? It leaves a sour taste in my mouth for the next few days. My only perk was that I got to see Jason briefly at breakfast one morning later in the week as he was flipping pancakes.
He seemed happy enough to be working there despite not being able to eat any of the food. He was wearing a hair net much to his dismay. This he considered to be the worst part of the job not the bright pink apron he had to wear along with it. He promised he'd come and see me soon which put me in a slightly better mood before my visit to see Chloe. Surprisingly I've been missing his constant presence and chatter.
The last few days have gone fast considering the circumstances. Chloe popped by to give me some weights and access to the hospital gym the morning after my first visit to the fields. Working in the fields has allowed me to keep my mind busy and by the time I've visited the gym, had dinner, showered and changed I'm completely drained and ready for bed. It's strange how digging for potatoes can take all your energy away. But I suppose when there's a job to be done you have to keep chipping away at the dirt – kind of like life really.
On the plus side the constant movement and crawling along the floor has also helped strengthen my leg. It no longer feels like I'm trying to bend a stiff wooden ruler.
"You know Heero you really are amazing," Chloe says with a large smile on her face as she inspects my leg. It's very strange how I can tolerate this woman being so close to me. Physical contact with anyone except Duo I've always found to be excruciating. Compared to the first time she examined me I hardly ever flinch anymore. "I can't believe how much you've improved over such a little amount of time."
"I guess my bodies used to it," I murmur and instantly regret it. She raises a quizzing eyebrow up at me gesturing me to continue. That's another annoying thing about Chloe – my body and mind seem to go on auto pilot when talking to her. "You know because of the war."
"Well you must have been one hell of a solider I've seen your scans," she pulls out a small reflex hammer and taps my knee. "You've broken nearly every bone in your body and the set of your right leg is outrageous."
The memory of Duo saving me comes to mind. I remember jumping out the hospital building and that one second I was willing to let everything go and not pull my shoot. I remember the real person who saved me that day. Yeah Duo busted me out and helped me escape but he was just the arsehole who shot me earlier that day. It was Relena's screams which drew me back to reality. I still owe her for saving my life.
"So," Chloe begins and I instantly sink into my seat. She's going to ask the same question she always does on every visit. "Had any nightmares recently?"
I 'Hn' in her general direction and comment no further. In fact last night I did have a weird dream. I was back in the unknown forest except now I was surrounded by snow. I'd managed to find some human foot prints and followed them but they never took me anywhere and after a while I realised they were my own and I'd been walking round in circles the entire time.
"So you liking working in the fields?" she asks instead once seeing my 'Hn' was all she was gonna get out of me.
"It's something to do," I murmur lightly. "Better than being locked up in my room."
"Ah come on Heero you've never been locked up in there," she scolds as she shuffles her papers around. "We've been the perfect hosts for the whole of your stay so far."
Except for Grey – who obviously likes to shoot his "guests" and then kick them where it hurts.
"I hope you tell Relena how accommodating we've been once you return."
"You know I will Chloe. Thank you for everything you've done to help me."
"It's nothing – I'm actually quite proud of myself. To be honest Heero I didn't think you'd survive when we first pulled you on board. Another day and you'd have been gone."
The news shocks me somewhat however that was my plan. I never intended to return to the colonies or Earth. I had no reason to.
"Just promise me we won't be finding you in another years' time in the same situation," she says with a forceful tone in her voice as if daring me to do it and she would come kill me herself. I nod but I won't voice the promise – I never make a promise I can't keep.
"Do you know how far away we are from the colonies and Earth?" I ask "I'm curious to know when I'll be leaving."
"I think that's a question you need to ask Landon," her reply pisses off my good mood.
Robyn drops by shortly after to escort me back to the fields - she'd taken the morning off to visit her brother.
It's just after midday, I'm guessing from the position of the fake sun in the simulated sky, and it's stifling hot. My mouth feels parched and I can feel sweat slowly trickling from my left brow. I'd emptied my water bottle over an hour ago.
"You ready for lunch Heero?" Robyn calls towards me from where she's sat back on her heels looking as exhausted as I feel. She has her long copper hair pulled back into a high pony tail to keep her cool. It reminds me once again to get my hair cut, my long bangs are stuck to my sweaty forehead and I know my face is covered in soil where I've been trying to push it back. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glazed with fatigue, I dread to think what I look like.
"Sure," I get to my feet and arch my aching back to crack it back into place. Instantly it feels much better. I try and shake as much soil from my jeans as I make my way towards her and a few others who had decided to come along.
Over the last few days I'd met a few of the other crew members working around me. Some had decided not to work in my presence and had moved team during my punishment. Mostly I've found I'm treated with a kind of mild neglect from the others, as if I were a stray dog wondering around the ship. The friendly ones smile or bow, but beneath their courtesy I detect a deep reservoir of feeling. They are intriguing people - it's a wonder how they could have even been involved in such a plot of revolution.
The crew who had decided to stay in my presence consisted of two English men, Colin and Elliot. Colin is short however stocky with jet black hair and dark, chocolate brown eyes to go with. I noticed instantly how over enthusiastic he is about everything which makes up for Elliot's silence. Elliot on the other hand is the opposite with ice, white blond hair and blue eyes. He's tall and lanky with long, pale limps. I figured during the second day the two were lovers – they can't seem to keep their hands off each other.
To my left are Robyn and two other girls named Paula and Vicky. Vicky is quiet however her mannerisms remind me a lot of Trowa. She works her hardest and hardly ever takes a break. In fact I'm quite surprised to see her tagging along. I guess the heat is getting to all of us. She has shoulder length blonde hair and light grey eyes. Paula is loud - too loud at times. She's a tom boy and has a boyish frame to suit with short chocolate brown hair and pale blue eyes. Surprisingly I don't seem to mind the company of these people not like I would have done 6 months ago.
I follow the crowd as we exit the large fields and into the team member canteen attached. I can hear Paula talking about her ex-boyfriend on our travels. I'd learnt on my first day she thought he was an arsehole – he works in the pea fields.
As we join the queue to get some food my ears prick up on a well-known sound coming from the far end of the room. The sound of a booster canon charging up is too distinct to forget. Instantly my stomach drops.
"Have you seen this part?!" I hear an excited male voice shout
"There's no way it's gonna be able to blow a hole through to them!"
"How do you think they won the war stupid!" another yells. "That beam canon smashes through all their shields."
I've moved without knowledge and found myself standing at the back of the large crowd forming around the projection screen. It's usually used to show some old recorded TV programs but today God knows why they decided to show a recording of my last battle.
I feel my hands begin to shake as I stare at Wing Zero on her last legs. Sparks are flying as she tries to complete her one last fight. All of a sudden I feel as if I'm back there. I can hear the strong gundanaium groaning loudly in protest as it disintegrates. I can feel the heat of the over used engines on my skin. The sounds of Wing's beam canon will always be itched into my mind like a carving into a tree.
"Woaaaaaah!" I hear the crowd awe in amazement as they watch as I continue to send shuddering blasts at the base, accurate to 100th of a unit to be precise.
Wing breaks apart – the scene looks truly amazing to the crowd however no one will ever know the traumatic experience it was to finally see and feel Wing give up the ghost. I remember the agony I felt as my control unit blew up before me and we were thrust to the ground. I didn't think I was going to survive let alone get out and attempt to shoot Mariemia.
"There's no way the pilot survived that," Colin is at my side staring in disbelief at the images on screen. "I've heard about this moment but I've never seen it – it's incredible."
"No body was found on inspection before the suit was destroyed. Myth is that the guy's still alive," another guy countered
"He could have fallen out before the suit hit the ground."
"No dead bodies were found around the battlefield – the Gundam's weren't fighting to kill."
"How do we know it's a guy," Paula snapped. "With that accuracy I'd say it's a girl."
"Sheesh pleasssssseee," Colin rolled his eyes, "as if a woman would be able to do something like that!"
"Excuse me Mr! we women are very capable of the sort! And anyway you'd probably cry at the thought of getting into that thing!"
"That's only because I don't like the feeling of being inside a mobile suit – baby back me up here!" Colin suddenly yells at his other half who is stood solemnly behind him. The argument continues as I watch the video continue to run.
The camera man is trying to make his way over to Wing however what surprises me next is that Deathscythe steps into view. Its long neon green scythe stands in the way of any civilians or soldiers from reaching my damaged suit. All of a sudden I feel over come as I realise Duo is protecting Wing, my most precious possession, my everything, from being tampering with.
"Heero you ok?" I hear Robyn's voice call "Heero? – I think you've gone into shock."
I feel someone gently tug on my arm leading me away from the video stream as it continues to play. Wing is a big burning blasé in the back ground, my old burn scars begin to sting at the memory of the event. Its heart breaking watching it all over again.
"You need to sit down," Robyn orders me into a spare seat facing away from the screen. She sits down opposite me and says sympathetically. "Were you there?"
I nod my head still unable to find my voice. I find it strange how feeble I've become since the end of the war. I should be able to handle this, I survived and we won what is there to be so stressed about? To be honest I've never watched any of my recorded battles, the memories – the smell, the sounds of destructions, the feel of my skin burning – it's almost too much. I don't want to remember.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Robyn says sincerely. "Both wars killed enough of our spirit – we shouldn't have to be reminded to why we are so low in the first place."
I finally raise my eyes to meet hers and I see a look of understanding. Even though she couldn't possible understand exactly what I'm feeling I can see that she's also distressed by the images which dominate the screen.
I notice all of a sudden that the canteen is quiet. The recording has stopped. I look around and find Grey standing next to the projector handling a disk. His eyes are ablaze as he glares at the crowd surrounding. He says nothing and he doesn't have to. I think everyone has gotten the message.
In fact that's when I notice I am not the only one affected by the display. A number of people are being consoled by others. The scene instantly reminds me of a memory. It was just after one of the many battles during the war, but this one was different – it was over within the hour but the casualties were horrific. The many civilians I saw in distress afterwards left me numb.
/
The first time I saw ash fall from the sky I'd mistaken it for snow. It's only when it lands in your palm and stains your skin black that you realise that what you're experiencing isn't the weather taking a turn for the worst.
I stare at the scene in front of me; everything is covered in a layer of falling ash. There's only one colour which is distinct beneath the layer of grey dust – Red.
There's so much blood.
People are collapsed on the floor – screams roaring from their mouths but I hear nothing not even my own breathing. All I can focus on are the remaining body parts scattered everywhere – left to rot in the hazy sun.
"God damn it!" a voice breaks through the maddening rush around me. "Heero fucking move!"
Duo.
He always has too much optimism in situations like these. Mine died a long time ago.
I watch him race towards the nearest casualty and begin to do his best to help. The person only has one leg left. He'll be dead within the next 10 minutes through blood loss. Duo knows this but his idiot human emotions are getting in the way again.
I hear him cursing his God as he tries to dress the open wound with his jacket to stop the bleeding. I've never believed in any God.
His hands are covered in a sickening paste of blood and clogged black ash as he tries to wipe it clean. There's no hope.
"Please help me," he pleads to no one or maybe to me but he knows I won't help.
The wounded man has fallen unconscious. A few minutes later Duo sits back on his heels and his head drops back to stare at the hazy sky. He's muttering under his breath the Lord's Prayer and when he's done he picks himself up. I watch as his hands shakily run through his hair and I want to cringe at the mess it leaves behind. His body is shaking so much I can feel the tremors radiating towards me.
He jerks towards me all of a sudden and begins to march towards me. I don't say anything as I wait for the blow which is about to come. He shoves me hard, his fingers digging into my shoulder.
"You son of a bitch!" he yells, "don't you feel anything, why aren't you helping!?"
"Duo's statically there's nothing we can –"
"Bullshit!" he cries tears filling his eyes .His breathing has turned short and jiggered. I can tell he's going into a state of shock as he becomes too overwhelmed with the scene before us. "You know you're about as emotional as a stone! I feel like I have to grind the sorrow and compassion out of you for these people!"
"Duo's there's no-"
"Room on the battle field for emotions?" he sneers his amethyst flashing madly. "You really are capable of feeling nothing."
I want to laugh at the irony of his statement but he has no evidence to prove otherwise and in this time and place in history I could never show him the truth.
2 people out of 1458 causalities survived that day both saved by Duo.
/
I wish I'd helped him that day. I wish I could have helped take his grief away.
Instantly I feel guilty as if it's my entire fault everyone in the canteen is feeling distressed, after all that was me. I was the pilot of Wing Zero. I was the one shooting relentlessly at Mariemia's base like a machine with no regards to human life. I was the one everyone feared during both of the wars.
I don't want to be that anymore.
I turn my attention back to Grey and see him break the disk into pieces.
"If I hear that this video has been recirculated there will be hell to pay," his voice is stern and deadly. He turns his deep, green eyes and they lie on me for a second. He knew I was there from the picture he'd found of me. I feel my stomach churn from his sombre look before he resumes getting some lunch.
"You look awful Heero," I hear Robyn sigh. "Wait here and I'll grab you some lunch." I allow her to do as she pleases.
She returns 20 minutes later with a large plate of steak pie and fries smothered in gravy. She settles it in front of me with a large glass of ice cold water. Soon after the others join and thankfully their conversion turns to something other than the war. By the sounds of it Robyn is cooking everyone dinner tonight. Due to being one of the original crew members she managed to bag herself one of the remaining apartments with a kitchen.
"You are welcome to come Heero," she suddenly says turning to me with a bright smile. "Maybe it could help take your mind off things."
She's right. I don't think I could stand being holed up in my small cabin after today's events. "Thank you."
"I live just around the corner from here. Since I'm chaperoning you I could take you back to yours so you can get changed and then you can help me with the preparations," I almost groan at the thought but nod my head in agreement.
Therefore 6 hours later, after we have clocked out and I have been able to get showered and changed I find myself standing within Robyn's large cabin. I guess being an important person on this ship has its perks. I wonder what Grey's cabin is like.
The walls are painted in bursts of different colours however they are over shadowed by the amount of photographs covering them. As I wait for her to get changed I find myself staring at each one in detail.
There's one of her and what looks like her parents playing on a beach somewhere on Earth. Another is her with her young (I'm guessing) brother. However the rest mostly consist of her and a man with short dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. Instantly I have a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"That's my husband George," I jump and spin around as I hear her voice behind me.
She's freshly dressed in some smart cargo pants and a blouse. She carries on as she towel dries her wet hair, "I met him whilst on L1 visiting my Grandparents. By chance it was, I had to go to the shop to get some Milk and he happened to crash into the back end of my truck." She smiles and a twinkle reaches her eyes. "He charmed me right out of calling his insurance and took me to dinner." Her gaze drops to the floor as all joy wipes from her face. "It's been two years since I last spoke to him – the only way I would be able to see him again was if we somehow was able to communicate and he had his very own ship to fly here. I don't think a communal flight would be willing to drop him off."
"What about email?"
"We were never much into communicating the technical way," she says. "Before being stuck here I'd never had much interaction with a computer only to write an assignment or two – my life revolved around being outside and planting new life."
She sighs and for the first time I notice the frustration of her predicament simmering under the surface.
"I'm sorry," I murmur uncomfortably
"There's no reason for you to be sorry Heero," she snorts, "It's not your fault I'm damned here."
I almost laugh at the irony of the truth. I am actually one of the main reasons she stuck in space.
She turns and heads I presume towards the kitchen where a delicious smell has been wafting from since I entered the apartment. I almost don't want to follow her – to be honest as much as it is my fault she is here it is her fault also. She should never have gotten involved with a rebellious group who planned on killing millions of people.
"Well I suppose I should tell you a bit about my family since my mother and father will be coming over later," she announces as I enter. "Both of them are chefs on the RedStar and love to cook".
I see her smile in amusement as I watch her rapidly pull numerous things out the fridge. There's several different vegetables and salad items as well as and a large bowl of fresh pasta.
"Anyhow, we are Italian – my mother and father were born in Rome. I was brought up to love my food hence why we have A LOT to do before the others arrive."
"What are we making?"
"Well we have some olives I picked yesterday we can lay out for people to nibble on whilst they are waiting. I also have a couple of crates of wine in the back to keep them busy," she says with a wink.
I watch as she pulls out more food from her fridge. "I've got some Parma ham, mozzarella and some vegetables for starters. I'm making a large batch of Carbanara and – " she moves over to the slow cooker where a delicious smell has been wafting from since I entered. "In here we have some belly pork which we'll serve with some potatoes or fries for Landon's sake."
My mood instantly drops as I note that the Captain will be attending the meal.
"What you can do is start pealing the buggers you dug up this morning," she smirks as she lifts a huge bag of potatoes onto the kitchen worktop and hands me a peeler. "You'd better get started we only have just over an hour before they arrive."
"Roger that," I murmur and begin to peal as many potatoes to my best ability.
Within 45 minutes I've pealed over 50 potatoes, taken the belly pork out to rest and started chopping up various other vegetables to accompany it.
Robyn in the meantime has turned on the small kitchen CD player and is singing at the tops of her lungs whilst jigging around as she prepares this and that. It looks as if we are trying to feed an army of a thousand with the amount of food littered over the worktops. To my utter surprise I find myself even tapping my foot to the beat of the music as it drums out of the speakers. There's something soothing about preparing and cooking a meal from scratch.
"Jesus how much food have you got?" Once again I find myself jump as another person announces their presence. Maybe I'm starting to become too comfortable on this damned ship. I spin round to find Paula strutting into the room. I should have known. She places a kiss on Robyn's cheek and then throws a wink in my direction. Vicky in the meantime has busied herself with nosing around on what we've been chopping, pealing and baking.
By the door stands Grey and I almost have to double take to make sure it's him. He's dressed exceptionally smart in dark blue/black jeans, shining dress shoes and a dark midnight blue shirt. His usually messy black hair has been gelled back and styled like you would expect a sleek millionaire. He has his arms crossed and is lent against the door frame casually watching us with amusement. His deep green eyes acknowledge me and I suddenly realise I've been staring for far too long. I hurriedly turn back to my task at hand as I feel my cheeks heat up.
"Starting the party without us?" I hear him call over the loud music.
"You know I'd never do that to you Grey," Robyn calls back with a wink. Seeing how close the two are I casually wonder if anything ever happened between them. Though Robyn doesn't look like the type of girl who would just give up on her husband even if he is stuck on Earth.
"Anything I can help with?"
"I've got some crates of wine in the back, would you two guys mind bringing them in?" I curse quietly – so much for avoiding him. I nod and turn to Grey to see he's already headed out the door leaving me behind as he did when he first showed me the fields. Arsehole.
I hurry to catch up with him.
"In a rush?" I almost snap
"To have a glass of Robyn's win, yes" he answers with a knowing smirk. "It's the best on the ship"
"I'd prefer whisky," I murmur to myself however I hear Grey chuckle as we reach a large cupboard containing crates of Robyn's famous wine.
"I would have pinned you to be a whisky drinker." He says picking up one with ease. I throw him questioning glance and he says rather sombrely, "whisky helps you forget the bad things" I almost flinch at his words as I remember my pit of sorrow I had back on Earth.
I hastily grab a crate aiming to remove myself from Grey's presence as quickly as possible however my quick movements cause my tired recovering leg to twinge and me to almost drop the crate of wine in my hands.
"You ok?" Grey asks
"Moved a bit to quickly"
"You're still recovering," he says. "Maybe you could have some wine to chill out."
"Maybe," I murmur wondering if drinking alcohol is the best thing to do considering I was an alcoholic a couple of months ago. Just the thought of it is sending tingles down my spine.
Robyn's parents are the most typical Italians. As they arrive they are loud and ecstatic to be seeing their daughter and instantly enfolded her into a big hug. Both of them are fairly similar around 5ft 2 in height, grey hair and shining brown eyes. Instantly I notice how much Robyn takes after her father however she has her mother's large eyes and small pert mouth.
"Landon!" Robyn's mother cries and pulls the Captain into a huge hug, he chuckles deeply. She pulls back but holds him at arm's length.
"I haven't seen you for a while. You're looking more handsome by the day,"
He grins in amusement, "Lucy as always it's a pleasure to see you." The old woman looks like she may die and go to heaven. Obviously like many of the other girls on this ship she has a soft spot for the Captain.
"Mother, Father – let me introduce you to Heero Yuy our guest upon this ship," my stomach crunches as their attention turns to me. The last thing I want is the rib crushing hug she's been giving everyone.
"Oh yes we've heard a lot about you from Jason," Lucy says with a grin before eyeing me up exactly the same way her daughter did the day I met her. "Robyn you've bagged yourself a delicious slave for the week can we swap?"
"Noooo way!" Robyn jokes "I'm keeping Heero all to myself!"
"Damn – but I suppose Jason's good enough to look at."
"Lucy I didn't place him in the kitchen for you to droll over," Grey says sternly but has an amused twinkle in his eye.
"We may have to keep him there," Robyn's father pipes up. "He's keeping the old gal out of trouble."
"I'm no trouble at all!" Lucy perks up whilst giving a playful slap to her husband's arm.
"Shall we eat guys? I'm starving!" Paula calls as she backs towards the kitchen whilst Robyn continues to show her parents into the dining room.
"Just to warn you," Paula says to me as she grabs some of the starters and passes them in my direction. "Robyn's parents are wonderful people but they are right nosey bastards when they want to be."
I inwardly groan.
"Don't worry," Vicky murmurs next to me. "Paula talks so much they probably won't have chance to interrogate you." I smirk in response however my stomach flips at the possibility. I follow the girls out to the dining room and my day happens to get even worse. Not only do I have the possibility of being interrogated but I have to spend the next few hours sat next to Grey. Fuck my life.
I get through the starter without any hick ups. My first taste of the wine brings back old memories. To my surprise, is actually nice however I am reminded of the last time I'd drank wine at Trowa and Quatre's wedding. When I was trying to drown my sorrows at seeing how happy Duo was with Hilde. If he was so happy with Hilde why did he have to come and fuck me?
My thoughts of Duo have caused me to down my glasses a little too quickly for a casual meal. I can feel Grey's been watching me closely. His intense gaze shifts towards me every time I reach for the bottle.
"Guys let's play a game" Paula says as Robyn gets up to retrieve our mains with her mother. "If you could choose anyone - which five people out of all history would you choose to invite to this dinner party?"
"Oh that's easy," Robyn's father whose name I learnt was Mario speaks up, "I'd invite my favourite chefs Gordon Ramsey, Jamie Oliver –"
"Why's that Mario?" Vicky asks whilst taking a sip of her wine, "Is Robyn's cooking not good enough for you?"
"Of course not! I'd want to put them all to shame by showing them how wonderful my daughter cooks."
"Well saved Dad," Robyn says as she wonders back in from the kitchen.
"Heero?"
"I'm not too sure – I don't go to many dinner parties."
"Well I'd have all my favourite men Brad, Leo etc.." Paula says with a wink. "How about you Landon?"
"I'd have the 5 Gundam Pilots," he says casually causing me to nearly choke on my wine.
"Looking for a death wish Landon?" Mario asks, "those men are crazy."
"You know I've experienced my fair share of crazy people Mario," Grey says darkly, "I think it would be interesting to get to know them."
"That reminds me," Lucy speaks up as she places Vicky's dinner down in front of her. "I know so little about our new guest. So have you got any brothers or sisters Heero?" The question completely catches me off guard. I turn to Lucy who has her large eyes on me.
"No," I murmur and take a sip of my wine.
"Oh so an only child, you must have been spoilt!" she coos. "Shame there isn't any more of you to go around such good genes."
"Mom shut up!" Robyn hisses looking extremely embarrassed.
"Have you got anyone special back home?" I see Robyn drop her head into her hands.
My mouth goes dry, "- no".
"Ah so single then, we must –"
"No we mustn't mother!" Robyn interrupts, "Leave the poor guy alone, he doesn't need to be paired off with anyone for the remainder of his stay!"
"That reminds me, Landon how is your love life going?"
"Jesus, Mom!" Robyn cries, her gaze swings in the direction of Grey and I'm instantly taken back by the worry which fills them.
Grey's voice is low and almost inaudible, "Lucy you know details of my love life are much too inappropriate to talk about at the dinner table."
"Wait I wanna know to," Paula pipes up. I see aglint in her eye which most of the women on the ship possess when in the presence of Grey.
"Anyone want topping up?" Robyn calls trying to break the uncomfortable topic whilst grabbing the nearest bottle to her. Grey reaches forward for another bottle and I watch as he fills his glass to the brim. I hold mine out expecting him to ignore it but he fills it to. I think I'm beginning to sway in my seat.
"So how's Jason doing in the kitchens? Has he got into any trouble yet?" Vicky speaks up. I see her eyes flicker from Grey to Robyn's parents as she catches their attention.
Lucy launches off into telling us a story about Jason's antics in the kitchen. I loose attention instantly. The powerful waves of angst radiating off Grey is unsettling me as he sits quietly sipping on his wine. His green eyes are fixated onto the table centre piece whilst his brows have drawn together.
He becomes much quieter throughout the rest of the meal only saying a word here and there. Vicky was right Paula's constant talking kept Robyn's parents from interrogating me anymore. By the time we've finished desert and the rest of the wine my tipsiness has gotten to borderline drunk. To top off the night I'm forced to walk back to my prison cell with Grey. Now I know how Duo must have felt. Grey's silence is driving me mental and he is walking much too fast for me to keep up with comfortably in my current state.
I swash my pride and call out "Could you please slow down!"
The Captain is at least a couple of feet in front of me. I can feel the wine sloshing in my stomach and my mouth opens on auto pilot. "What's the point in me going to see Chloe when you're only going to injury me every time I see you?"
He stops instantly and turns on his heal to glare at me. His obvious silence throughout the meal has now turned to full blown anger and is focused on me.
"The only reason I injured you was because you attacked me."
"Sure," I murmur as I hobble past him. "Is that what you say to every outside visitor?"
"And what has led you to that conclusion?"
I bite my lip as a flash of the memories I was reminded of today appear before my eyes. My anger swirls with the alcohol in my stomach – maybe I shouldn't be thinking about this now but I can't seem to stop. All the pent up anger over what they did– or more specifically he did those years ago. How could he stand in front of me and act all noble and proud when he was part of a plan to take over the world?
"We were there trying to fight Mariemia," I hear myself sneer into the deafening silence. "Trying to stop what you lot had planned out to do."
"And what exactly was that?" he growls grabbing hold of my arm and swinging me round to face him. I gasp in surprise at his movement. His green eyes have darkened even more whilst his glare is piercing through me like a sphere. The tension is so thick I can feel it crackling between us. "Tell me what we did so wrong."
Recovering I take a step forward to square up to him.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" I ask staring up at him as I try and understand his reasoning. "I know you were all involved with Operation Meteor."
His eyes widen at my words and then narrow into thin slits.
"You were all involved in building X18999" I hiss as I try and shake the grasp he has on my arm but his grip just keeps getting tighter and tighter as if he's willing to cut off my blood circulation. I can feel my anger bubbling in my stomach. "You made your fucking bed when you decided to help murder over a billion people. I hope you rot here for the rest of your life."
I see a mix of emotions run across Grey's face, anger being the most predominant. His grip gets so tight on my arm it feels as if he's going to break it off. I can feel his chest heaving in and out against mine that's when I notice how close we are.
I can smell the sweet scent of Robyn's wine each time he breathes out. His sleek hair has begun to fall out of place.
Is this it? Round two? This time it'll be him on the floor.
Suddenly he lets go.
He steps back and says, his voice void of emotion, "Well I guess that's what you would think."
He turns and leaves me standing in the middle of the corridor alone with no idea how to get back to my cell.
Bastard.
TBC...
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