Dr. J Returns
Part 2: The Search Begins
By: Traci14
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Romance/action/suspense/alternate universe
Not a lemon or a lime
Yaoi: Heero and Duo
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. The only characters that are mine are the ones that don't belong in Gundam Wing. To know which ones those are, use your heads.^_^
Duo was now on L1. He wasn't going to waste any time. He made sure he'd gotten his fill of food and drink on the carrier. He wasn't hungry, but he ate anyway, knowing that he might have to be at his best possible physically and the only way he'd be okay emotionally was if he got Heero back safe and sound. Mainly, though, he'd be happy if Heero were alive. That was his priority now. Find Heero before it's too late. Killing Heero wasn't in Dr. J's plans as far as Duo knew, but if Heero was a failed experiment, Dr. J would probably rather kill him than set him free again. Heero was basically going to be Dr. J's prisoner. Duo didn't like any of the things he was thinking at the moment and needed them out of his mind. He was just so worried about Heero.
Duo had been looking for hours, but knew that he didn't have time for sleep. Again, his better judgment told him that if he didn't get sleep, he wouldn't be at his best when he found Heero. Though, now he was arguing with himself. He'd never find Heero if he stopped now. It was dark out. Very dark and, really, he was in the middle of nowhere. He decided he'd go ahead and bed down for the night right there and resume his search first thing the artificial sun woke him up in the morning.
Heero was taken to a cell like room. He was locked in and the only things he had in there was a bathroom facility, a bed, a chair, a desk, a dresser and a nightstand. He walked over to the dresser. He opened the first drawer. It had a lot of green tank tops in it, he shut that drawer and opened another. That drawer had just as many black spandex shorts in it and spandex pants and jeans shorts, and jeans as there were green tank tops. He shut that drawer and opened the next. It had socks in it on one side and on the other it had underwear. He closed that drawer and opened the other. It had pajamas in it. Next to the dresser on the other side, Heero saw a place for shoes. There were boots and sneakers and for some reason it also had a pair of dress shoes there as well. He noticed a door he hadn't before, because it was the same color as the wall, even the doorknob. He opened it. It had one tuxedo and some school uniforms in it. He shut the door and walked over to the desk. It had a black laptop on it. Heero ran his hand across it. It seemed like this laptop should be, in some way, familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. He stopped trying, because now he was getting a migraine. As soon as he stopped trying to figure it out, his stopped hurting. He opened the drawer in the desk and found pens, pencils and pads of paper. He also noticed that there was a lamp on the desk just for the purpose of studying and an electric pencil sharpener. He shut the desk drawer and moved away from the desk and over to the bed. It had a plain white appearance. White pillowcase, white sheet, white blanket and neatly made. He went over to the nightstand. A lamp sat on the top along with an alarm clock. Heero tried the lamp. It worked. He opened the nightstand drawer and found a single book. A book on fighting techniques. He picked it up and found a note under it. He picked up the note and read it.
Once you finish this book you can have another to read. This is to pass the time when there isn't anything for you to do.
Dr. J
Heero put the note in the drawer again, where he'd found it and set the book back on top of it. Upon closer inspection, on the other side of the bed was a trashcan. He picked up the trashcan and put it where he thought it would be most useful, by the desk. Heero then went into the bathroom to see what was in there. A bathtub with hot and cold running water, with a clear curtain. It wasn't really clear, but you could see the person on the other side of it. If Heero were in there and someone came into the bathroom for some reason, they'd be able to see the color of his hair, skin and basically see him moving around. It would be blurry, so they really wouldn't see much, but it was very revealing. Heero wasn't shy about his body, though, so it didn't matter all that much. There was, of course, a toilet in there, and a sink. On the sink was a bar of soap and that was all. There was a bathroom cabinet. In that were towels, washrags, more bottles of shampoo, more soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, floss, mouthwash, and cups to rinse his mouth out with. Apparently, Dr. J planned on him being there for a long time, because there was even a razor to shave his face with, deodorant, cologne, and aftershave. He shut the cabinet and locked it. He opened the medicine cabinet above the sink, which was also a mirror. Inside tweezers, for some reason, aspirin, a plain black comb, and some other medicines like cough medicine and things like that. There was a small table-like thing next to the sink and on it was a first aid kit. He didn't need to look in that to know what it was. There was, of course, a trashcan in there as well, next to the toilet. He left the bathroom, because everything else was just what was normally in a bathroom.
Dr. J had told him that it was late and that he should look around his room and then it was lights out. Heero took that as an order. He'd looked around his room and now he was going to get into pajamas and go to bed. He had this strange feeling, though, that there was something different about this night than there was about other nights before it, but he couldn't remember any nights before this one. Suddenly his head hurt again and he was forced to dismiss the thought.
Dr. J had told him to set the alarm for five in the morning because he was going to have things to do. And to prepare for. Heero didn't know if he liked the sound of Dr. J's 'and to prepare for'. He did know, though, that Dr. J told him to do something and now he had to do it.
Author's note: So, how's this chapter? Hope it's good and I can't wait to hear what you think of it!!! So, e-mail me at traci1985babe@hotmail.com
Part 2: The Search Begins
By: Traci14
Anime series: Gundam Wing
Romance/action/suspense/alternate universe
Not a lemon or a lime
Yaoi: Heero and Duo
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. The only characters that are mine are the ones that don't belong in Gundam Wing. To know which ones those are, use your heads.^_^
Duo was now on L1. He wasn't going to waste any time. He made sure he'd gotten his fill of food and drink on the carrier. He wasn't hungry, but he ate anyway, knowing that he might have to be at his best possible physically and the only way he'd be okay emotionally was if he got Heero back safe and sound. Mainly, though, he'd be happy if Heero were alive. That was his priority now. Find Heero before it's too late. Killing Heero wasn't in Dr. J's plans as far as Duo knew, but if Heero was a failed experiment, Dr. J would probably rather kill him than set him free again. Heero was basically going to be Dr. J's prisoner. Duo didn't like any of the things he was thinking at the moment and needed them out of his mind. He was just so worried about Heero.
Duo had been looking for hours, but knew that he didn't have time for sleep. Again, his better judgment told him that if he didn't get sleep, he wouldn't be at his best when he found Heero. Though, now he was arguing with himself. He'd never find Heero if he stopped now. It was dark out. Very dark and, really, he was in the middle of nowhere. He decided he'd go ahead and bed down for the night right there and resume his search first thing the artificial sun woke him up in the morning.
Heero was taken to a cell like room. He was locked in and the only things he had in there was a bathroom facility, a bed, a chair, a desk, a dresser and a nightstand. He walked over to the dresser. He opened the first drawer. It had a lot of green tank tops in it, he shut that drawer and opened another. That drawer had just as many black spandex shorts in it and spandex pants and jeans shorts, and jeans as there were green tank tops. He shut that drawer and opened the next. It had socks in it on one side and on the other it had underwear. He closed that drawer and opened the other. It had pajamas in it. Next to the dresser on the other side, Heero saw a place for shoes. There were boots and sneakers and for some reason it also had a pair of dress shoes there as well. He noticed a door he hadn't before, because it was the same color as the wall, even the doorknob. He opened it. It had one tuxedo and some school uniforms in it. He shut the door and walked over to the desk. It had a black laptop on it. Heero ran his hand across it. It seemed like this laptop should be, in some way, familiar to him, but he couldn't place it. He stopped trying, because now he was getting a migraine. As soon as he stopped trying to figure it out, his stopped hurting. He opened the drawer in the desk and found pens, pencils and pads of paper. He also noticed that there was a lamp on the desk just for the purpose of studying and an electric pencil sharpener. He shut the desk drawer and moved away from the desk and over to the bed. It had a plain white appearance. White pillowcase, white sheet, white blanket and neatly made. He went over to the nightstand. A lamp sat on the top along with an alarm clock. Heero tried the lamp. It worked. He opened the nightstand drawer and found a single book. A book on fighting techniques. He picked it up and found a note under it. He picked up the note and read it.
Once you finish this book you can have another to read. This is to pass the time when there isn't anything for you to do.
Dr. J
Heero put the note in the drawer again, where he'd found it and set the book back on top of it. Upon closer inspection, on the other side of the bed was a trashcan. He picked up the trashcan and put it where he thought it would be most useful, by the desk. Heero then went into the bathroom to see what was in there. A bathtub with hot and cold running water, with a clear curtain. It wasn't really clear, but you could see the person on the other side of it. If Heero were in there and someone came into the bathroom for some reason, they'd be able to see the color of his hair, skin and basically see him moving around. It would be blurry, so they really wouldn't see much, but it was very revealing. Heero wasn't shy about his body, though, so it didn't matter all that much. There was, of course, a toilet in there, and a sink. On the sink was a bar of soap and that was all. There was a bathroom cabinet. In that were towels, washrags, more bottles of shampoo, more soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, floss, mouthwash, and cups to rinse his mouth out with. Apparently, Dr. J planned on him being there for a long time, because there was even a razor to shave his face with, deodorant, cologne, and aftershave. He shut the cabinet and locked it. He opened the medicine cabinet above the sink, which was also a mirror. Inside tweezers, for some reason, aspirin, a plain black comb, and some other medicines like cough medicine and things like that. There was a small table-like thing next to the sink and on it was a first aid kit. He didn't need to look in that to know what it was. There was, of course, a trashcan in there as well, next to the toilet. He left the bathroom, because everything else was just what was normally in a bathroom.
Dr. J had told him that it was late and that he should look around his room and then it was lights out. Heero took that as an order. He'd looked around his room and now he was going to get into pajamas and go to bed. He had this strange feeling, though, that there was something different about this night than there was about other nights before it, but he couldn't remember any nights before this one. Suddenly his head hurt again and he was forced to dismiss the thought.
Dr. J had told him to set the alarm for five in the morning because he was going to have things to do. And to prepare for. Heero didn't know if he liked the sound of Dr. J's 'and to prepare for'. He did know, though, that Dr. J told him to do something and now he had to do it.
Author's note: So, how's this chapter? Hope it's good and I can't wait to hear what you think of it!!! So, e-mail me at traci1985babe@hotmail.com