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Warning: This story is RATED MATURE for adult themes, violence, and lemon content.


The Ultimate Weapon
Wings Landing

Chapter Four

Safe House, North of Brussels
AC 202

Heero checked her vitals to ensure she was still breathing and once satisfied, only then did he dare move her as he carried her upstairs to rest. These episodes were becoming more and more frequent. Thankfully she hadn't had one in public...yet. As he laid her on the bed, he couldn't resist brushing away her bangs. She looked so peaceful, so incredibly beautiful. When she nestled into the pillow, her lips parted ever so slightly.

To hell with protocol, he thought and gently pressed his lips against her temple.

"Heero…" she breathed out.

Thinking she had awoken, he started, but he was shocked to find her still asleep. He only hoped that the wisp of a smile on her angelic face was proof enough that perhaps it was a pleasant rest. He stole but a few precious moments watching her sleep before slipping away to contact Sally.

"Heero, I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon. Everything okay?" Her voice was thick with concern.

"Relena had another one of her episodes when she saw him," Heero replied calmly.

"I don't blame her! I would have passed out, too!"

"Sally, there's more..." Heero paused, choosing his words carefully before continuing. "After you examined her, I discovered some scars on her abdomen that Relena claims she received from the explosion that killed her father."

"What kind of scars?" she asked, then suddenly shouted a series of questions at him. "Wait a second! How did you know about these scars? Did you perform some sort of your own examination on her as well?" Her tone clearly suggested he had a more intimate knowledge of Relena, but he refused to react to her innuendos.

"Relena pointed them out to me," he replied, intentionally leaving out the part where he examined her. "They look like pin pricks, perhaps scars from a laparoscopic surgery."

"But she hasn't had any surgeries… at least, not that I'm aware of, anyway."

"Exactly," Heero said pointedly.

"You mean you think someone did this to her? Who could have done that to her?" Sally questioned.

"Who else? Dr. J certainly had the capability to perform any number of surgeries, let alone medical experiments on her after the bombing," Heero explained.

"What exactly do you think he did to her?" Sally asked, alarmed.

"I can't be certain, but I have some ideas."

"Care to share with the class?" Sally quipped.

"Not yet. I want Relena to talk to him first," Heero replied.

"Understandable. Well make sure to keep Relena hydrated and stay with her until she wakes up just in case something more happens."

"I will."

"Alright, well if you need anything, just call. I always have my phone on me," Sally added.

"Thanks." Heero disconnected the phone call, not bothering to say goodbye.

Peeking inside Relena's room, he checked to see if she was still asleep and doing well before he headed to the kitchen, where he prepared himself a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Thankfully the safehouse was always well stocked with provisions. In fact, this kitchen boasted more food than Heero had at his apartment. He was just about to take a bite of his dinner when he heard her scream.

"Heero?!" An alarmed voice came from her room.

Within seconds, Heero burst through her door with his gun drawn, always ready to defend his princess. Although he knew that no one could penetrate his security system here and the suspect was still secure, he was just overly cautious when it came to her. Relena sat upright on the bed, wide-eyed and trembling, but nonetheless perfectly safe.

"Heero," she said in a shaky voice. "Where are we?"

Heero reengaged the safety on his gun before tucking it into the back of his pants. "We're at the safehouse north of Brussels."

A flash of remembrance crossed her face, then her cheeks tinted pink as she looked away. "Oh yes, I remember now."

"Do you remember how you got here?" Heero questioned.

"Yes, I remember getting out of the car, but the rest is just a blur." She put a hand up to her forehead as if she was trying to put together the missing pieces.

So she doesn't remember seeing him then, he thought. "How are you feeling?" He walked over to her and sat on the bed.

"Tired, but otherwise fine." She shifted on the bed so her legs hung over the side. "Did it happen again, Heero?" she asked quietly.

He looked over at her and replied, "Yeah..."

She looked down at her lap and began to cry. "Heero... what's happening to me?"

"I don't know," he replied honestly as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder to comfort her. He had never touched her like this, but it felt natural, so normal, as her head automatically rested against him. And then his hands were stroking her back in a gentle caress before he could even think to stop them.

"Don't worry. Everything is going to be okay," he said to reassure her, and also himself. He had no idea how to help her, or what to do about him. Heero couldn't help but think he had something to do with what she was experiencing and was determined to find out.

As Heero rubbed her back slowly to ease her anxiety, Relena nuzzled into the crook of his arm as she finished her cry. They sat there in silence, just enjoying one another's company and the comfort they both brought one another. Once the tears stopped flowing, she sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. Noticing the wet spot on his shirt, she blushed and mumbled an apology as she brushed at it, as if that would do any good.

Smiling at her, he took her hand in his and said, "Don't worry about it."

She shyly met his gaze and smiled, her cheeks now tinged a dark pink. Then her stomach let out a loud growl. Heero watched as her face contorted in udder mortification.

Heero lightly chuckled and said, "Come on. I'll make you something to eat." He pulled her to her feet and led her to the kitchen, not letting go of her hand the entire time. There was no denying the surge of electricity which jolted through him when he touched her. Unfortunately, the kitchen was only a short distance from her bedroom and he had to release her from his hold in order to get her a drink of water. As he poured her a cup, he caught her taking a sip of his coffee.

"You'll be up all night if you drink that," he warned, unbothered by her stealing his beverage.

She blushed as she held the steaming mug in both of her hands and took another sip. "I know…" she said, then she set it down. "I just wanted a little."

Heero lips tugged upward, a facial expression he had become accustomed to wearing around her, as he handed her a glass of water. "You should drink this instead."

Relena readily accepted the cold liquid and meandered over to the fridge to see what was available.

"I made a club sandwich. Would you like one?" Heero offered.

"Oh, that sounds delicious!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a jar of dill pickles.

Heero whipped up another one and cut it diagonally, just how she preferred her sandwiches, and put it on her plate.

After taking a seat at the table, she forked out a pickle and asked, "Want one?"

Heero grimaced and shook his head no, causing Relena to giggle at his response.

"What?! You don't like pickles?" she asked, completely shocked.

Still making a repulsive face, he replied, "No, they're disgusting." Grabbing his coffee and sandwich, he sat down next to her.

Relena stabbed her pickle with her fork and playfully jabbed it at Heero. "Just take a bite!" she taunted.

Heero laughed and scooted away from her to avoid her attack, but she only advanced, leaning closer to him.

"Aw, come on! Just one little bite… For me?!" she begged in an adorable whiny voice that he simply couldn't resist.

"Fine."

She squealed with excitement and held the pickle up to his lips. Watching her, unsure if she would try to shove it down his throat, he opened his mouth ever so slightly to take a small bite. Chewing it, he decided it wasn't all that bad after all, but he probably wouldn't ever choose it willingly.

"See… it's good!"

"Hn."

She took a bite after him and set it back on her plate before taking a large bite of her sandwich. Closing her eyes, she seemed to savor the favor from the moans elicited from her mouth. "Mmm, this is soooo good." A hint of a smirk played across his handsome features at the pleasurable sound coming from her lips. Unaware of her power over the man next to her, she moaned again, then munched down another delicious bite and added, "Thanks for making me dinner." She chewed on her bottom lip, pausing for just a second as if in deep thought. Then she looked directly at him and blushed. "And for taking care of me," she added quietly. She dropped her gaze, returning her focus to her meal.

Heero stilled, his hands holding his sandwich above his plate, as he watched her, carefully trying to decipher her words and their meaning from the way she said them. He smiled in her direction, then responded. "You're welcome."

After swallowing some water, Relena remarked, "I didn't know you could cook."

"I can't really, but I can make some damn good sandwiches," he replied with a smile.

She giggled and agreed before taking another delicious bite. Glancing over at her, he smiled and thought about what a crazy day it had been, from meeting him to the maddening physical exam he performed to stuffing her in a trashcan to their kiss to carrying her in his arms. Needless to say, it had been one hell of a day and oddly enough he had never enjoyed himself so much. Of course this mission was not nearly as physically taxing like a majority of his assignments but it was still nonetheless exhausting. No amount of training could have prepared him for the emotional toll this would have on him.

Focusing back on the remainder of his sandwich, he thought about how he loved spending time with Relena; he would spend every waking hour with her if he could, and there was no denying something had changed between them today. It was just a gut feeling he had. Being with her, near her, like this was intoxicating. He secretly made a mental note to ask her out on an actual date like a typical young man his age would do. Then Heero felt her gaze and looked over at her questioningly. "What?"

Her cheeks flushed a bright crimson when he caught her staring. She shook her head and hurriedly replied, "Nothing."

He continued to assess her peculiar behavior, noting the frequency of her blush had increased substantially over the course of the day, especially after he kissed her. Heero pushed the thought of her lips to the back of his mind as he tried to think of something, anything, to say to her, but no words materialized. It wasn't long before they both finished their sandwiches and sat together in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the moment. A few more minutes passed, then Relena yawned, signaling an end to whatever had transpired between them.

"You should get ready for bed. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," Heero suggested as he collected their cups and dishes.

"Heero… why won't you tell me what's going on?" Relena asked in a somber tone.

Heero paused with the dishes in his hands hovering above the sink as he glanced back at her. He turned back to his task and gently slid the ceramic plates into the soapy water as he said, "Because I don't have all of the answers. Not yet."

"But… can't you just tell me what you do know?" Relena asked. She strode over next to him, her hand reached out to touch his forearm. She hesitated and retracted it back to the safety of her side when he looked at her sharply.

He was annoyed with the onslaught of questions, but she deserved answers. Looking down at the dishes, he vigorously scrubbed them. "Relena… I'm sorry. I really am, but I can't tell you what I don't know. Tomorrow we'll figure out a plan."

"A plan? For what?" she pressed.

He looked over at her, his eyes pleading with her as he spoke. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

Sighing, she acquiesced to his request, despite her frustration with him and the entire situation. Heero loved her passionate determination but her interrogation techniques were subpar at best. She would never be able to get him to divulge anything he didn't want to. He decided to change the subject in hopes of calming the peeved pacifist. "If you'd like to take a shower, there's a bathroom across the hall that you can use." He didn't look up at her as he dried off the dishes.

"Thanks, I'll go take one right now," she said and started for the bathroom.

From her tone of voice, Heero could tell she was trying to mask her disappointment. "Relena, wait." Heero grabbed her hand with his, still damp from cleaning.

When he looked at her, he could tell she was shocked. Hell, he was too. Relena glanced down at their joined hands, then back up at him, it was clear she was waiting for him to say something. But he just stood there staring at her. He didn't know what to say exactly or even how to say it.

"Heero?" she breathed, and took a step toward him.

Heero pulled her towards him, enveloping her within his strapping arms, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Clearly overcome by surprise, Heero felt Relena momentarily freeze as he pressed his lips against hers. It was only when his warm, wet tongue teased the entrance of her mouth that she relaxed in his embrace and returned his affection. She snaked her arms up his chest and around his neck, further deepening their kiss as she allowed him access.

There were no words to describe the feeling that washed over him when she scratched his scalp as her fingers entangled themselves in his hair. Encouraged by the sweet sounds coming from within her, he brushed over the exposed flesh between the bottom hem of her shirt and her pants, her skin pebbling beneath his fingertips. His hand seemed to linger as if asking permission to touch her. Relena shifted her weight from one foot to the other until she was pressing her hip into his hand and he immediately took the hint, grasping her side and gently kneading her skin with his skilled fingers.

Noticing her trembling knees, he held her tighter still, molding her to himself in order to keep her upright. Heero slowly maneuvered her back against the kitchen counter as he continued to ravish her.

He felt her phone in her hip pocket vibrate. Not wanting to be disturbed, he quickly silenced it. Thankfully Relena didn't seem to notice because she made no move to check it. Or maybe she did and decided against answering it. Either way, Heero was glad to have her all to himself just this once.

Then his cell began to vibrate. Mentally cursing, he reluctantly pulled away from Relena to glance down at his phone to see who was calling. The name that appeared on the screen immediately made him want to commit murder.

"Who is it?" Relena asked breathlessly.

Heero glowered at the phone, cletching it ever so tightly as he tried to suppress the urge to throw the electronic device against the wall.

"Heero?" she asked, her voice clearly curious.

"Duo," he said as he picked up the call and stepped away from Relena. His eyes briefly met hers before a closeup of his friend's Cheeto-crusted mouth appeared before him. "Duo! What the hell do you want?!"

Duo, clearly startled, dropped his phone as he apologized for accidentally calling him. "Sorry, man! I was trying to voice text Hilde but it looks like I called you. My bad!" Duo laughed it off before shoving another handful of Cheetos in his mouth.

Heero was about to hang up on him when Relena came to his side, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the vidscreen. "Duo! That's my brand-new couch!" She looked on in horror at her crystalline couch covered in a layer of orange dust from his Cheetos. "You're a dead man when I get back!" she yelled angrily.

Taken aback by her words, Heero's mouth opened slightly and Duo fell completely silent. After a beat, Heero said, "You heard her. I'm going to kill you." There was an audible gulp before Heero disconnected the call.

"I can't believe he's eating Cheetos on my couch! What is he thinking?!" she roared, shaking her hands beside her head in frustration.

"He isn't," Heero simply replied.

Running a hand through her hair, she huffed, then declared that she was going to shower. Before he could stop her a second time, she slipped out of his reach and into the bathroom. Heero flexed his fists and counted down from ten. Rarely did he get angry with anyone, but Duo had a special talent for eliciting it from him. To pass the time, he put away the dishes and wiped down the countertops in an effort to ignore the sound of water falling from the showerhead and splashing against her. Her naked form. Heero froze as he fantasized about Relena showering.

"Heero?" Her voice snapped him out of his dream and back into reality.

Her face was flushed as she peaked out from behind the bathroom door. Steam rose from within like a sauna. One of her arms clung to her torso, holding up a small towel wrapped around her that barely covered her breasts and bottom. Water droplets clung to her seared skin. "Heero?" she asked again, shyly twisting her ankle in the most tantalizing way.

His eyebrows rose slightly as he replied, "Hmm?"

"Um, do you have any clothes I could wear?"

"Uh, yeah." Heero headed to the bedroom, not really thinking; just doing what he was asked. He rummaged through the bag he hastily packed earlier and found one pair of pajamas. The only problem was that they were his. He held up the bottoms and imagined her wearing them. Seeing her topless would be a dream come true, but that certainly wouldn't happen tonight. He snatched up his shirt and handed it to her. "Sorry, it's the only thing I have. I forgot to pack your pajamas."

"Oh. That's okay." She thumbed the fabric and smiled up at him. After a few moments, neither of them had made a sound or a move, so she awkwardly said, "Well… I'm going to get dressed. I'll be out soon." She gently closed the door in Heero's face. He felt like such an idiot. He had no idea what he was doing. His heart was racing as he tried to determine what to do. Before he could think of anything, the door flung open. Relena gasped, apparently surprised that he was still there.

"Oh! Hi."

"Hi," he replied automatically. What am I doing? I'm such a fool.

"Um… I think I'm going to head to bed now," she said, tucking a strand of her long golden tresses behind her earlobe.

"That's a good idea." Heero stepped to the side to get out of her way and watched in complete fascination as she sashayed across the hall to the bedroom. Oh God. His dark blue t-shirt barely covered her rear. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to ignore the growing discomfort in his pants. He turned to take his own shower, a cold one, to cool his head.

The shower only provided momentary relief for his current predicament, which he knew would likely become even harder within the next few days. Heero stood in front of the mirror and examined himself, his skin marred with jagged scars of varying length and color. His fingers found the scar on his right forearm that she had lovingly treated and bandaged in the locker room on Libra. He couldn't help but smile at the memory of her tending to him.

His hand dropped and he looked at his reflection into his killer eyes and wondered if she would even agree with his plan. He didn't know, but he hoped she would. He finished toweling off only to realize that he neglected to bring his pajama bottoms into the bathroom so he just put on his clothes he had worn earlier. As he opened the door, he heard her sweet voice call out to him.

"Heero?"

He stepped out into the hallway and towards the bedroom, but he dared not go any closer, knowing it would be difficult to resist temptation. Deciding to hold his current position, he leaned against the door frame and asked, "Yeah?" Her gaze shifted to the floor as she moved to stand up from the covers.

"Heero… will you… um… Will you stay with me tonight?" She asked hesitantly.

Always.

He glanced up at her as he tried to read her expression. As much as he knew it would kill him, he couldn't deny her request. "Sure," he replied instead, and took a seat in the oversized recliner in the corner. Her smile was reward enough, but he still wanted more. What he would give to be able to crawl into bed with her and hold her all night long.

Closing his eyes, he forced himself to think of the suspect in the basement and what he was going to do. He knew he needed to check on him, then contact Une and update her on the situation, but he would wait until Relena was soundly asleep before he left the room.


The hours passed by quickly: too quickly. Heero barely had a few hours sleep. Not wanting to wake her, he carefully rose from the chair and crept out of the bedroom, taking care to avoid the creaking floorboards. Once he reached the kitchen, he made a large pot of coffee with two extra scoops of the dark roast. He needed all of the caffeine he could get. It was going to be another long day.

Hearing the quiet shuffle of padded feet behind him, he retrieved another mug from the cabinet.

"You're up early," he said as he poured her a cup of the steaming hot liquid.

"Yeah, I wanted to return the favor and make you coffee. But like usual, you're up before me." Heero handed her the mug which Relena readily accepted with both hands. Like always she held it beneath her nose and closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of the caffeinated beverage.

Heero didn't waste any time and cut to the chase. "Relena, after we have breakfast I have something to show you." He watched her take a tentative sip, testing the temperature of the coffee before taking a bigger drink. She didn't say anything; she just nodded.

It wasn't long before they had eaten and finished getting ready for the day. For the second time, they headed down to the finished basement but before Heero opened the door, he paused and turned to face her. "Relena, I want you to know that I don't have all of the answers but we'll find them together. Okay?"

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Okay. Let's get on with this then." She pushed past him to open the door and confidently stride into the room. However, she abruptly stopped in her tracks when she saw him. Despite every possible scenario that had crossed her mind, this was not one of them.

Heero continued to observe her, prepared to catch her if she had another one of her fainting spells.

"Is that..." her words failed her.

"Yes, it is."

"I don't understand." Her heart was racing. How could this have happened? Who? What? How? She had so many questions. She felt sick.

"Relena..." Heero looked at her, his voice filled with concern.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Relena asked as she felt tears begin to form.

Heero's usual unemotional eyes flickered. "I didn't know."

"Why is he in there?!" She pointed at the captive.

"He's dangerous."

"Surely he doesn't need to be handcuffed!"

"He has to be..."

Relena shook her head no. "Heero! He is just a child!"

"I know. But he's dangerous. We can't trust him." Heero calmly replied.

"Is he your younger brother?"

"No."

"Then who is he?"

Heero shifted nervously under her gaze and walked up to the double-paned mirror, running a hand through his hair. How can I explain this?

He didn't even have the courage to look up at her. He couldn't.

"Relena…"

He heard her take a long and slow deep breath before she asked, "Soooo he's...he's...he's your son?"

Heero still couldn't look at her, scared to see what he might find. "Yes, he's my biological son."

"Who... who is his mother?"

"Relena... I..." He hesitated trying to formulate a way to break the news to her. He finally glanced at her and saw her hug her arms tightly. His chest tightened at the sight of tears gathering in the corner of her eyes.

"I don't live under a rock, you know. You're a man. A very attractive man. And you have needs..."

Heero's heart stopped at the sight of her crying. His hand rose to wipe away her tears but she brushed him off. "Relena…"

"Excuse me... I just… I just need a moment." She backed away from him and strode out of the room.

Heero looked back at the kid, a mini-me, an exact replica of him. Just then, the kid looked back at Heero and smiled as if he could see right through the two-way mirror.

Heero's heart sank again. Who was this kid? He was a dad and had no idea who his son was. He never really thought about having kids. But if and when he did have children, he wanted to have them with one woman, and one woman only. If only he could be so lucky to have her.

Worried about Relena, he headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time. A broken sob coming from the bathroom grabbed his attention and tore at his heart. He found her sitting on the floor hugging her knees. Her head was buried in her folded arms and shoulders shuddered with every cry. She didn't look up as he squatted down in front of her.

"I'm...sorry..." she choked out between sobs.

Heero lightly ran a hand over the crown of her head. Her hair was as soft as silk. "Relena, I'm the one who should apologize."

He gently tilted her chin up towards him so he could gaze into her sea blue eyes.

"Please don't cry." He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Relena…"

"Tell me, Heero. I need to know."

"I'll tell you everything I know."

Relena just stared at him as if waiting for him to speak but he just kept looking at her waiting for the inevitable question. Finally, she spoke. "Who is his mother?"

"You are."


Dun dun dunnnnnn. Sorry it took forever to get this chappy out, friends. I struggled A LOT with it. Special thanks to ForgottenStorm87, JenJenGundamFan, NinjetteTwitch, Picimadar, Revy679, and RFP for helping me. You guys rock my non-existent socks! XD With that said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm also excited to announce that I've been working on Broken again so you should see some updates for both The Ultimate Weapon and Broken in the near future. Hopefully. Fingers crossed. Haha! As a new mom, time goes rather quickly. So keep those comments and reviews coming! They definitely encourage me to keep writing. Until the next time, take care and stay healthy out there!

In Rose,

Wings Landing