Disclaimer Man: She still owns no Gundam Wing. That's all I'm going to say on the matter, because she might hurt me.
Ceari: *glare* Good. You're beginning to catch on now.
Disclaimer Man: Yup. ^^
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Duo had fallen asleep in Wufei's arms, having grown very tired of crying. Wufei had his chin resting lightly on the braided boy's head, staring at the clock. The room was silent, it made Wufei uneasy. The only noises were the ticking of the clock and Duo's light breathing beneath him. What was going to happen? He was so confused, he didn't know what to do. He also began to wonder how Quatre was doing. He hadn't seen a hair of him since he left to his room after the scene earlier. So much time had passed... What was going on? Where was Heero? Or Trowa? So many questions racked his brain, and he wanted them answered. It was frustrating. He was scared.
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Quatre sat on his bed, clutching his knees up to his chin tightly. He was crying. Practically bawling his eyes out. He didn't want any of this to happen. He lifted up a shaking hand, the hand that swiftly met Heero's cheek. He had actually hit a fellow gundam pilot. That hand went to his face, covering his eyes. He began to cry even more. He was frightened...and angry with himself.
Heero was determined, and Quatre had yelled at him for it. He had been so cruel to the japanese boy...
You know those certain times where you regret pretty much everything that took place a few hours ago? That feeling was running through Quatre's viens, his very soul, at this moment. He might never see Heero ever again. And the last time they talked, it was yelling, arguing, and even hitting. He might die tonight, and the last impression the arabian would carry with him was that moment, that fight, that hatred.
He buried his face in a pillow, his whole body shaking, he was crying so much. Heero could die!!
After all, was Heero really such a perfect soldier?
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Trowa's emerald eyes closed slowly. Doctor J was about to make his move.
A gunshot rang throughout the room. Trowa winced.
There was silence, a clatter, and a thud. Confused, Trowa began to open his eyes. Why wasn't he dead? When his vision began to focus, he saw Doctor J sprawled on the floor, and aiming a now smoking gun at where he once stood was Heero Yuy. He couldn't believe it. Blinking a few times, he wondered if his eyes were just playing cruel tricks on him. But they weren't. It really was Heero.
"He-" he tried to speak, but his voice was so hoarse.
"Don't speak." Heero's voice practically echoed in the cold metal room. "Your voice is not at it's best."
'More or less so...' Trowa thought.
"Let me get you down."
Heero reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a swiss army knife. Fiddling through the different features, he found an extremely sharp blade. He walked over to where Trowa was hanging, reached up, and swiftly cut the rope attaching him to the ceiling. He began to fall, but was caught.
"I'm going to get you out of here. I swore to myself I wouldn't lose any of you since it was mainly my mission. Even if it meant doing something this extreme. Come on, we're going home."
Trowa smiled, only just, and leaned his head back against Heero's shoulder, falling into unconsiousness. Blood loss was getting to him.
He could finally relax. He would be safe now.
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Heero was walking through the forest, carrying Trowa securely on his back. They were away from any danger, and he could get him home. But...as he thought about it...Trowa shouldn't go home. He needed to take Trowa to the hospital, and soon. Luckily, it was closer than home was from here. He continued walking, and sped up as he saw the top of the hospital building appear over the hillside. He just hoped he could make it in time.
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Quatre had calmed down, quite a bunch. He told himself he couldn't keep crying, he was a gundam pilot. Things were rough, and he was scared, and worried, but he couldn't let it get to him that much. Instead, he sat curled up on his bed, clutching a pillow in what you could call a death grip. The house was extremely silent.
The phone rang. Quatre practically jumped out of his skin. In the other room, Wufei jolted awake and Duo began to stir.
Quatre bolted out of his room and into the living room where the other two were and snatched the phone.
"Hello?" he answered breathlessly.
"Quatre? You been running a race or something?" It was Heero. His blue green eyes began to widen.
"Heero?!" Duo fully woke up and swiftly sat foreward. Wufei grabbed him around the waist gently so he wouldn't fall and nuzzled his neck.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Where are you??"
"At the hospital. With Trowa."
"Trowa! MY god, is he alright?"
"Well, I wouldn't say alright...but he IS alive. It was ridiculous, there was an equivilent of a swimming pool of his blood..." Quatre was almost surprised. Heero's voice had no emotion in it whatsoever. He couldn't tell what the pilot was feeling. But then again, when can you, really?
"What's going on right now?"
"They took him into ER as soon as I brought him in. I've been in the waiting room the whole time. We've been here for approximately...an hour now. I'm thinking he's still in critical because no one has told me anything at all yet. I was thinking...You guys could come in sometime tomorrow."
Quatre looked outside at the storm developing pretty quickly.
"I can see your point on that, Heero."
"Yeah. With this storm coming on us and the time of night...I just think it would be easier for you guys if the time of day was more reasonable than now."
"That's true...I haven't slept at all and I'm sure the other two could use some more sleep than they've gotten. You better swear to call when they tell you anything of importance."
"Okay, I will. I promise. Ja."
Quatre hung up the phone and turned around. The chinese and american were both staring at him.
"What's going on?" Duo asked softly.
"Heero got them both out of there. Trowa's in ER right now, and Heero's waiting for someone to talk to him. He's going to call us as soon as that happens."
"Why aren't we going in there ourselves?" Wufei questioned.
"There's a storm happening right now, for one. Besides, it's a crazy time of night to go in there. We're going in first thing in the morning, when we're all fully awake and stuff like that. I think you guys need some more sleep, and I need to get some myself."
Quatre grabbed the portable phone and sat down in a chair, putting a pillow behind his head, and falling asleep before long. Wufei and Duo stretched out on the couch, cuddled together, and fell asleep as well.
They slept in silence...waiting...
Waiting for that one call.
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Ceari: We can all be happy that I finally updated. Gomen, everyone, school began to crive me crazy, and I had no time to work on anything that didn't pertain to it. Also, my computer began to be crazy, and out internet screwed up. Now, though, I have a brand new computer, with a good internet connection, and I'm being able to find my way around school, so I can update more. The only thing driving me crazy right now is my relationship life...It's having major bumps...I find myself crying a lot... *sweatdrop* But I'm working on it, and hopefully things will work out completely.
Heero: Well, it's about time you did update.
Ceari: Gomen!! .
Quatre: She hasn't had the time, so give her a break. I will make sure she does a better job, though.
NCH: Feel free to review and say anything at all. Any ideas... requests...or just to let us know you read it. After all, reviews keep Ceari motivated to write the next chapter. lol
Ceari: And I hope this chapter isn't too long. Ja!
Ceari: *glare* Good. You're beginning to catch on now.
Disclaimer Man: Yup. ^^
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Duo had fallen asleep in Wufei's arms, having grown very tired of crying. Wufei had his chin resting lightly on the braided boy's head, staring at the clock. The room was silent, it made Wufei uneasy. The only noises were the ticking of the clock and Duo's light breathing beneath him. What was going to happen? He was so confused, he didn't know what to do. He also began to wonder how Quatre was doing. He hadn't seen a hair of him since he left to his room after the scene earlier. So much time had passed... What was going on? Where was Heero? Or Trowa? So many questions racked his brain, and he wanted them answered. It was frustrating. He was scared.
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Quatre sat on his bed, clutching his knees up to his chin tightly. He was crying. Practically bawling his eyes out. He didn't want any of this to happen. He lifted up a shaking hand, the hand that swiftly met Heero's cheek. He had actually hit a fellow gundam pilot. That hand went to his face, covering his eyes. He began to cry even more. He was frightened...and angry with himself.
Heero was determined, and Quatre had yelled at him for it. He had been so cruel to the japanese boy...
You know those certain times where you regret pretty much everything that took place a few hours ago? That feeling was running through Quatre's viens, his very soul, at this moment. He might never see Heero ever again. And the last time they talked, it was yelling, arguing, and even hitting. He might die tonight, and the last impression the arabian would carry with him was that moment, that fight, that hatred.
He buried his face in a pillow, his whole body shaking, he was crying so much. Heero could die!!
After all, was Heero really such a perfect soldier?
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Trowa's emerald eyes closed slowly. Doctor J was about to make his move.
A gunshot rang throughout the room. Trowa winced.
There was silence, a clatter, and a thud. Confused, Trowa began to open his eyes. Why wasn't he dead? When his vision began to focus, he saw Doctor J sprawled on the floor, and aiming a now smoking gun at where he once stood was Heero Yuy. He couldn't believe it. Blinking a few times, he wondered if his eyes were just playing cruel tricks on him. But they weren't. It really was Heero.
"He-" he tried to speak, but his voice was so hoarse.
"Don't speak." Heero's voice practically echoed in the cold metal room. "Your voice is not at it's best."
'More or less so...' Trowa thought.
"Let me get you down."
Heero reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a swiss army knife. Fiddling through the different features, he found an extremely sharp blade. He walked over to where Trowa was hanging, reached up, and swiftly cut the rope attaching him to the ceiling. He began to fall, but was caught.
"I'm going to get you out of here. I swore to myself I wouldn't lose any of you since it was mainly my mission. Even if it meant doing something this extreme. Come on, we're going home."
Trowa smiled, only just, and leaned his head back against Heero's shoulder, falling into unconsiousness. Blood loss was getting to him.
He could finally relax. He would be safe now.
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Heero was walking through the forest, carrying Trowa securely on his back. They were away from any danger, and he could get him home. But...as he thought about it...Trowa shouldn't go home. He needed to take Trowa to the hospital, and soon. Luckily, it was closer than home was from here. He continued walking, and sped up as he saw the top of the hospital building appear over the hillside. He just hoped he could make it in time.
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Quatre had calmed down, quite a bunch. He told himself he couldn't keep crying, he was a gundam pilot. Things were rough, and he was scared, and worried, but he couldn't let it get to him that much. Instead, he sat curled up on his bed, clutching a pillow in what you could call a death grip. The house was extremely silent.
The phone rang. Quatre practically jumped out of his skin. In the other room, Wufei jolted awake and Duo began to stir.
Quatre bolted out of his room and into the living room where the other two were and snatched the phone.
"Hello?" he answered breathlessly.
"Quatre? You been running a race or something?" It was Heero. His blue green eyes began to widen.
"Heero?!" Duo fully woke up and swiftly sat foreward. Wufei grabbed him around the waist gently so he wouldn't fall and nuzzled his neck.
"Yeah, it's me."
"Where are you??"
"At the hospital. With Trowa."
"Trowa! MY god, is he alright?"
"Well, I wouldn't say alright...but he IS alive. It was ridiculous, there was an equivilent of a swimming pool of his blood..." Quatre was almost surprised. Heero's voice had no emotion in it whatsoever. He couldn't tell what the pilot was feeling. But then again, when can you, really?
"What's going on right now?"
"They took him into ER as soon as I brought him in. I've been in the waiting room the whole time. We've been here for approximately...an hour now. I'm thinking he's still in critical because no one has told me anything at all yet. I was thinking...You guys could come in sometime tomorrow."
Quatre looked outside at the storm developing pretty quickly.
"I can see your point on that, Heero."
"Yeah. With this storm coming on us and the time of night...I just think it would be easier for you guys if the time of day was more reasonable than now."
"That's true...I haven't slept at all and I'm sure the other two could use some more sleep than they've gotten. You better swear to call when they tell you anything of importance."
"Okay, I will. I promise. Ja."
Quatre hung up the phone and turned around. The chinese and american were both staring at him.
"What's going on?" Duo asked softly.
"Heero got them both out of there. Trowa's in ER right now, and Heero's waiting for someone to talk to him. He's going to call us as soon as that happens."
"Why aren't we going in there ourselves?" Wufei questioned.
"There's a storm happening right now, for one. Besides, it's a crazy time of night to go in there. We're going in first thing in the morning, when we're all fully awake and stuff like that. I think you guys need some more sleep, and I need to get some myself."
Quatre grabbed the portable phone and sat down in a chair, putting a pillow behind his head, and falling asleep before long. Wufei and Duo stretched out on the couch, cuddled together, and fell asleep as well.
They slept in silence...waiting...
Waiting for that one call.
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Ceari: We can all be happy that I finally updated. Gomen, everyone, school began to crive me crazy, and I had no time to work on anything that didn't pertain to it. Also, my computer began to be crazy, and out internet screwed up. Now, though, I have a brand new computer, with a good internet connection, and I'm being able to find my way around school, so I can update more. The only thing driving me crazy right now is my relationship life...It's having major bumps...I find myself crying a lot... *sweatdrop* But I'm working on it, and hopefully things will work out completely.
Heero: Well, it's about time you did update.
Ceari: Gomen!! .
Quatre: She hasn't had the time, so give her a break. I will make sure she does a better job, though.
NCH: Feel free to review and say anything at all. Any ideas... requests...or just to let us know you read it. After all, reviews keep Ceari motivated to write the next chapter. lol
Ceari: And I hope this chapter isn't too long. Ja!
