Gundam Wing: Revlution
Session Three
The Rebirh
By Katsumi Tonicha
Normal disclaimers apply.
//....//
Trowa turned the TV on, hoping to find something to cheer him up. To him, it seemed as though things could not possibly be any worse. The love of his life was lying there, close to death if she didn't wake up. It was all he could do to stay there until she did. And she would.
To make matters worse, Marie was not letting up on her attack. She was gaining control, slowly of base after base. And what worried Trowa most was that the Yangtzee River base had been taken over, and that was were Baron Young was posted. If he was dead, that would be somethin very tragic. But it would be worse if he was alive, for then he would have to serve under Marie. That's the way this was going.
But he couldn't lose hope. :You can't go down that path, Trowa. She means too much to you to stop losing hope. Maybe... just maybe..:
"Hiya."
The sound came from behind him.
"Hello," he replied slowly. He hadn't heard the door open...
"Where *cough* am I, Ti-Bi?"
Ti-Bi.
No one calls him Ti-Bi.
Except...
"Ashley?" He turned around, not bothering to turn the TV off.
Her eyes were closed. But slowly, oh so slowly, the opened. God, were they a beautiful sight.
"Oh my God... You're awake..." Trowa dropped to his knees by the bed.
"I'm not asleep, am I?" Ashley asked him weakly, yet with that always present humor in her voice. That was one thing he had missed about her desperately. No matter if she was serious, sad, or just plain excited about something, her voice always held a spark of humor. She had the most beautiful voice, it held a slight British accent that added dignity and exotic beauty to that humor.
And her eyes were open. They had been closed for almost six weeks, Trowa thought he would die without seeing that bright blue in his life every time he looked at her.
He reached his hand slowly and touched her cheek, caressing her soft skin. She smiled at him softly, closing her eyes under his touch. She followed his actions and mover her hand upward toward his face, but he picked it up and, taking the one from her face, held it with both hands. He held it against his face. and then kissed her fingertips.
"Excuse... I'll go get the doctor and inform him she's awake, sir." The nurse who had just walked in sensed the moment and decided to leave to find the doctor so they'd have just a little more time.
"Are we *cough* losing? In the war?" she asked weakly.
"Well, not exactly, but we aren't winning either. Don't worry about it. I'll tell you everything in time."
"How long have I been out?"
"About six or so weeks, Ash-chan." Oh, he missed calling her by her pet name.
"That's a long *cough* time."
He smiled. "Yeah, it is."
"Ti-Bi, I'm tired." She closed her eyes to sleep.
"Wait, before you sleep, promise me one thing."
"What?" she said, opening her eyes partially.
"Promise me you will wake back up." He was dead serious by asking this.
Ashley smiled at him, and closed her eyes. She freed her hand from his grasp and touched his hair and his face. "I promise, Trowa. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ash-chan."
As she drifted into sleep, Trowa bowed his head and whispered a short prayer to Him, the One who had helped him through this. "Thank You."
Trowa was outside the door, talking to Dr. Peebels who had just looked her over. "Well, all seems to be going well. She doesn't seem to feel any sort of pressure on her chest, where she was shot. That's a good sign. She's not hurting, and she's tired. All are signs of her body trying to heal, and doing just that. But, now, I didn't test her on this because she is still tired and I wanted to let her sleep and adjust to her room a little more, but I need to test her."
"On what?" Trowa questioned.
"There is still a possibility that she could be paralyzed from the waist down. Just because she is awake doesn't take her out of the danger zone. Not yet, at least."
//....//
"HARRISON!! GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!!!"
Marie was on a rampage. She was mad as a hornet, and that is putting it nice.
A tall, well-muscled man by the name of Thomas Harrison entered the office, his head bowed. "How may I help you Duchess?"
Marie glared at him. "You failed me, Harrison. You were supposed to kill her!! See this?" She pointed at the TV screen, where a news report was being given.
"...fate, she has awoken and according to doctors recover fully. This is truly a miracle. In other news, Elian Gonzalaz..."*(see footnote)
Marie turned the TV off. "Now, did she look DEAD to you?! She was SMILING for God's sake!"
Harrison seemed to bow his head even lower. "I apologize, Duchess. If you would like, I can try to go-"
"NO! The security around her will now be so tight if anyone gets so much as five feet away from her they will be shot! You have ruined out perfect chance, Harrison! Now, go think up some other brilliant plan before I have to kill you. Go, get OUT OF MY FACE!!"
"Yes, ma'am." He left the room quickly, not wanted to get his head bit off any longer. :For a sixteen-year-old, she gets stressed awfully easily,: he thought to himself.
"Father, I cannot get anything done with morons like that working for me!! The only person on my force even half worthy of my attention is that Baron Young kid, but he's too dedicated to 'His Excellency' and 'Her Excellency' to do anything for me! He would rather die first. And I can't kill him, I'm sure some way or another I can get some information form him, but I just have to find his weak point." Marie sat down and took a death breath. "Yes, you are right. I should calm down."
"Ashley, sweety, can you do me a favor?" Trowa asked her softly. The doctor had asked him to do this.
"Hm?"
"Move your toes for me."
"Um... Okay..." She wriggled them. Trowa watched with a smile on his face. "Are you okay? They are only toes, Tro-kun."
"No, I'm okay. I just...missed... your.. toes, okay that was funny."
Ashley laughed. "You are still weird."
"I know, I know, I won't do that again. I promise." He smiled at her.
"I'll be right back," Trowa told her, standing up. "Do you want something to drink? I'm gonna go get me a Coke."
"Could you get me some lemonade? Please?"
"Okay."
Trowa smiled when he finally found Dr. Peebles. He had said he was going to wait outside, but he didn't. "Dr. Peebles!" he called, just loud enough for him to hear.
The doctor turned around. "Oh, hello! Sorry I didn't wait, we had an emergency call." He smiled. "Well?"
Trowa smiled. "She moved them. She's gonna be okay."
Dr. Peebles smiled. "Good. Now, I need to talk to you about the physical therapy we will need to put her thought, just to make sure she has full use of her legs. Also, all that laying down probably had an effect on her leg muscles. They can deteriorate after long periods of time when they are not used. If this in the case though, we do have some medication that can help build the muscles. Also, we need to check on her coordination, that can as well..." he droned on, listing possible and what-ifs with Trowa listening, lemonade in one hand, Coke in the other.
"Hi Ashley, Tro- Where's Trowa?" Relena stuck her head in and walked in to sit down. As she did, she awed over the amount of flowers in the room. And of how big that room was.
"He went to go get me something to drink. How are you, Relena?" Ashley sat up in her bed.
"Well, I brought some more flowers, but I don't know if there will be anywhere to put them..."
-And so her day wore on, people popping in and out and the like.
Meanwhile...-
"Whoo-hoo! I love being the God of Death!" Duo sliced away at another suit, whipping the huge twin beam scythe around to get another.
They were doing pretty good lately, no new bases on her side yet. With Ashley getting better, everyone's hopes were back. Trowa had told them that soon he would come back to the battlefield and he would bring Ashley with him to Sea Breeze to stay. She had decided she wanted to come.
"Shut up, Maxwell, I can't concentrate," Wufei barked. "Baka," he added under his breath.
"Aw, lighten up!" He sliced away, truly enjoying himself.
"Leave me alone, moron." Wufei used his dragon fang to get a suit in front, then swung it around to hit a suit to his side. He flew up to dodge a hit from a Canine and fired the vulcan guns on his head to get it.
"This is fun!" Duo exclaimed, using one his favorite things. He had bladed tips to his wings, and just loved to fly between suits, slicing them in two.
"Moron."
Duo walked into the kitchen, threw his helmet through the doorway to a couch in the living room(missing), and began rummaging through cabinets. "Fighting makes me hungry."
"Everything makes you hungry," Heero commented from behind a laptop screen.
"Not you too!! I swear, there must be a bunch of big hairy bugs crawling around here who's only goal is to climb in people's underwear. Grouches." Duo continued muttering things under his breath as he constructed a huge sandwich, then walked into the living room to eat it, flipping the TV on. From the room...
Familiar voice one-"Serena! Transform yourself!"
Familiar voice two-"Right!"
Little music begins to play while people sing "Sailor Moon" in the background.
"I LOVE this show!! Where's Hilde? She likes it too!! HILDE!!! COME HERE!!"
//....//
"Ashley, are you sure you want to stay here? If a storm hits, it can get a little rough," said worriedly about her decision to stay on Sea Breeze. At the moment, he was carrying her up the stairs because he didn't want her to feel unsteady by the gentle swaying.
"Troo-waa, I'm just fine!" she protested. "Sit me down!"
"Ashley, stop your-ow-kicking! You'll wear-ow-yourself out!"
Quatre giggled as he carried the wheelchair upstairs. "You two look funny from behind."
They ignored him.
"I can walk, Trowa, for crying out loud!"
"Yeah, sure, until you faint from weakness!"
"The doctor said to let me walk!"
"But are weak-"
"I always said women were weak."
The whole parade turned around on the stars to look at Wufei.
"SHUT-UP!"
"Anyway! Let me go!"
"Oh, stop, we're at the top anyway. Quatre, sit the wheelchair down and hold it so I can get her in it."
Ashley smiled oh-so-calmly as Trowa sat her down. As she removed her arms from around his neck, she saw the prefect opportunity...
"AAAAAAH! SHE BIT ME!!"
"Heh heh heh..."
Trowa jumped back and held his ear. "Jeeze. Can't you just humor me? I feel like I'm helping..."
"I know you do. So push me down to the room now."
"Yeah, I'd like to push you all right... Push you down the stairs," Trowa muttered as he strolled along the hallway. Ashley had taken her position as an incapable person to bitch and complain all she wanted to. And what made it so perfect is that Trowa would only complain. He always did what she wanted him too.
"Trowa, if you need any help keepin' her in that chair, just call! I got a straight jacket that we used on Qua-"
"Bye!" Quatre quickly interrupted Duo. He pushed everyone down the stairs before anymore harm could be done.
Trowa had gone off to battle. And Ashley, being the perfect angel she was, did just as she was told and sat in the room reading her book he had gotten her.
"Ashley? Can I come in?"
"Sure, Quatre. If you get me something to drink." She grinned. She smiled back.
"I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, Quatre returned bearing a glass of tea.
"So, Mr. Winner, how might I help you?"
Her usage of his name caused him to pause momentarily. "Oh, um, I need to show you something we are working on for you. Could you come with me?"
"Well, according to Trowa, I can't 'come' anywhere, but I can roll. I need help down the stairs, though."
"We all figured you would like revenge for all the trouble Marie has caused you, so... That is what this is."
Ashley looked up at the in-construction Gundam admiringly. It had the basic armaments of Bulletproof, except it was built a little lighter and with flight capabilities. It wasn't going to be super-fast in the air because of the double beam gatling, even when stored on the back, but it wasn't going to be slow. "Hm. What is it called?"
The door opened behind them and Trowa walked up behind her, his face emotionless. "It's called Goddess."
Ashley smiled. "Goddess, eh? Well, I will show you how a Goddess should act in battle. Oh, will I."
She had tried it once. She stood, got dizzy, and had to sit back down. "TROWA!" Ashley called. He walked in.
"What is it?"
"I can't get up. Please help me," she whined.
Trowa chuckled softly. "Okay. Do I need to close my eyes?"
"Trowa, please. You've seen me naked before."
"Oh, yah." He tugged his shirt off over his head so as to avoid getting it wet and bent over the bathtub to help his wife out.
"This is sad," she muttered as he sat her on the counter and handed her a towel. She wrapped in around herself.
"Ah, don't worry, I'm not gonna go tell everyone." Trowa picked her back up and sat her in her wheelchair. "What do you want to sleep in?" he asked as he walked over the drawers.
"Give me some of your boxers and a tee. That'll work."
"Okay."
Ashley pulled the covers up to her chin and yawned softly as Trowa pulled her close to him. He kissed to top of her head. "Oyasumi, Ash-chan. I love you."
"I love you, too. See you in the morning."
To be continued...
NEXT TIME ON GUNDAM WING: REVOLUTION
Ashley's strength is back. Enter the Goddess.
Gundam Wing: Revolution|Session Four|Goddess
Session Three
The Rebirh
By Katsumi Tonicha
Normal disclaimers apply.
//....//
Trowa turned the TV on, hoping to find something to cheer him up. To him, it seemed as though things could not possibly be any worse. The love of his life was lying there, close to death if she didn't wake up. It was all he could do to stay there until she did. And she would.
To make matters worse, Marie was not letting up on her attack. She was gaining control, slowly of base after base. And what worried Trowa most was that the Yangtzee River base had been taken over, and that was were Baron Young was posted. If he was dead, that would be somethin very tragic. But it would be worse if he was alive, for then he would have to serve under Marie. That's the way this was going.
But he couldn't lose hope. :You can't go down that path, Trowa. She means too much to you to stop losing hope. Maybe... just maybe..:
"Hiya."
The sound came from behind him.
"Hello," he replied slowly. He hadn't heard the door open...
"Where *cough* am I, Ti-Bi?"
Ti-Bi.
No one calls him Ti-Bi.
Except...
"Ashley?" He turned around, not bothering to turn the TV off.
Her eyes were closed. But slowly, oh so slowly, the opened. God, were they a beautiful sight.
"Oh my God... You're awake..." Trowa dropped to his knees by the bed.
"I'm not asleep, am I?" Ashley asked him weakly, yet with that always present humor in her voice. That was one thing he had missed about her desperately. No matter if she was serious, sad, or just plain excited about something, her voice always held a spark of humor. She had the most beautiful voice, it held a slight British accent that added dignity and exotic beauty to that humor.
And her eyes were open. They had been closed for almost six weeks, Trowa thought he would die without seeing that bright blue in his life every time he looked at her.
He reached his hand slowly and touched her cheek, caressing her soft skin. She smiled at him softly, closing her eyes under his touch. She followed his actions and mover her hand upward toward his face, but he picked it up and, taking the one from her face, held it with both hands. He held it against his face. and then kissed her fingertips.
"Excuse... I'll go get the doctor and inform him she's awake, sir." The nurse who had just walked in sensed the moment and decided to leave to find the doctor so they'd have just a little more time.
"Are we *cough* losing? In the war?" she asked weakly.
"Well, not exactly, but we aren't winning either. Don't worry about it. I'll tell you everything in time."
"How long have I been out?"
"About six or so weeks, Ash-chan." Oh, he missed calling her by her pet name.
"That's a long *cough* time."
He smiled. "Yeah, it is."
"Ti-Bi, I'm tired." She closed her eyes to sleep.
"Wait, before you sleep, promise me one thing."
"What?" she said, opening her eyes partially.
"Promise me you will wake back up." He was dead serious by asking this.
Ashley smiled at him, and closed her eyes. She freed her hand from his grasp and touched his hair and his face. "I promise, Trowa. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ash-chan."
As she drifted into sleep, Trowa bowed his head and whispered a short prayer to Him, the One who had helped him through this. "Thank You."
Trowa was outside the door, talking to Dr. Peebels who had just looked her over. "Well, all seems to be going well. She doesn't seem to feel any sort of pressure on her chest, where she was shot. That's a good sign. She's not hurting, and she's tired. All are signs of her body trying to heal, and doing just that. But, now, I didn't test her on this because she is still tired and I wanted to let her sleep and adjust to her room a little more, but I need to test her."
"On what?" Trowa questioned.
"There is still a possibility that she could be paralyzed from the waist down. Just because she is awake doesn't take her out of the danger zone. Not yet, at least."
//....//
"HARRISON!! GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!!!"
Marie was on a rampage. She was mad as a hornet, and that is putting it nice.
A tall, well-muscled man by the name of Thomas Harrison entered the office, his head bowed. "How may I help you Duchess?"
Marie glared at him. "You failed me, Harrison. You were supposed to kill her!! See this?" She pointed at the TV screen, where a news report was being given.
"...fate, she has awoken and according to doctors recover fully. This is truly a miracle. In other news, Elian Gonzalaz..."*(see footnote)
Marie turned the TV off. "Now, did she look DEAD to you?! She was SMILING for God's sake!"
Harrison seemed to bow his head even lower. "I apologize, Duchess. If you would like, I can try to go-"
"NO! The security around her will now be so tight if anyone gets so much as five feet away from her they will be shot! You have ruined out perfect chance, Harrison! Now, go think up some other brilliant plan before I have to kill you. Go, get OUT OF MY FACE!!"
"Yes, ma'am." He left the room quickly, not wanted to get his head bit off any longer. :For a sixteen-year-old, she gets stressed awfully easily,: he thought to himself.
"Father, I cannot get anything done with morons like that working for me!! The only person on my force even half worthy of my attention is that Baron Young kid, but he's too dedicated to 'His Excellency' and 'Her Excellency' to do anything for me! He would rather die first. And I can't kill him, I'm sure some way or another I can get some information form him, but I just have to find his weak point." Marie sat down and took a death breath. "Yes, you are right. I should calm down."
"Ashley, sweety, can you do me a favor?" Trowa asked her softly. The doctor had asked him to do this.
"Hm?"
"Move your toes for me."
"Um... Okay..." She wriggled them. Trowa watched with a smile on his face. "Are you okay? They are only toes, Tro-kun."
"No, I'm okay. I just...missed... your.. toes, okay that was funny."
Ashley laughed. "You are still weird."
"I know, I know, I won't do that again. I promise." He smiled at her.
"I'll be right back," Trowa told her, standing up. "Do you want something to drink? I'm gonna go get me a Coke."
"Could you get me some lemonade? Please?"
"Okay."
Trowa smiled when he finally found Dr. Peebles. He had said he was going to wait outside, but he didn't. "Dr. Peebles!" he called, just loud enough for him to hear.
The doctor turned around. "Oh, hello! Sorry I didn't wait, we had an emergency call." He smiled. "Well?"
Trowa smiled. "She moved them. She's gonna be okay."
Dr. Peebles smiled. "Good. Now, I need to talk to you about the physical therapy we will need to put her thought, just to make sure she has full use of her legs. Also, all that laying down probably had an effect on her leg muscles. They can deteriorate after long periods of time when they are not used. If this in the case though, we do have some medication that can help build the muscles. Also, we need to check on her coordination, that can as well..." he droned on, listing possible and what-ifs with Trowa listening, lemonade in one hand, Coke in the other.
"Hi Ashley, Tro- Where's Trowa?" Relena stuck her head in and walked in to sit down. As she did, she awed over the amount of flowers in the room. And of how big that room was.
"He went to go get me something to drink. How are you, Relena?" Ashley sat up in her bed.
"Well, I brought some more flowers, but I don't know if there will be anywhere to put them..."
-And so her day wore on, people popping in and out and the like.
Meanwhile...-
"Whoo-hoo! I love being the God of Death!" Duo sliced away at another suit, whipping the huge twin beam scythe around to get another.
They were doing pretty good lately, no new bases on her side yet. With Ashley getting better, everyone's hopes were back. Trowa had told them that soon he would come back to the battlefield and he would bring Ashley with him to Sea Breeze to stay. She had decided she wanted to come.
"Shut up, Maxwell, I can't concentrate," Wufei barked. "Baka," he added under his breath.
"Aw, lighten up!" He sliced away, truly enjoying himself.
"Leave me alone, moron." Wufei used his dragon fang to get a suit in front, then swung it around to hit a suit to his side. He flew up to dodge a hit from a Canine and fired the vulcan guns on his head to get it.
"This is fun!" Duo exclaimed, using one his favorite things. He had bladed tips to his wings, and just loved to fly between suits, slicing them in two.
"Moron."
Duo walked into the kitchen, threw his helmet through the doorway to a couch in the living room(missing), and began rummaging through cabinets. "Fighting makes me hungry."
"Everything makes you hungry," Heero commented from behind a laptop screen.
"Not you too!! I swear, there must be a bunch of big hairy bugs crawling around here who's only goal is to climb in people's underwear. Grouches." Duo continued muttering things under his breath as he constructed a huge sandwich, then walked into the living room to eat it, flipping the TV on. From the room...
Familiar voice one-"Serena! Transform yourself!"
Familiar voice two-"Right!"
Little music begins to play while people sing "Sailor Moon" in the background.
"I LOVE this show!! Where's Hilde? She likes it too!! HILDE!!! COME HERE!!"
//....//
"Ashley, are you sure you want to stay here? If a storm hits, it can get a little rough," said worriedly about her decision to stay on Sea Breeze. At the moment, he was carrying her up the stairs because he didn't want her to feel unsteady by the gentle swaying.
"Troo-waa, I'm just fine!" she protested. "Sit me down!"
"Ashley, stop your-ow-kicking! You'll wear-ow-yourself out!"
Quatre giggled as he carried the wheelchair upstairs. "You two look funny from behind."
They ignored him.
"I can walk, Trowa, for crying out loud!"
"Yeah, sure, until you faint from weakness!"
"The doctor said to let me walk!"
"But are weak-"
"I always said women were weak."
The whole parade turned around on the stars to look at Wufei.
"SHUT-UP!"
"Anyway! Let me go!"
"Oh, stop, we're at the top anyway. Quatre, sit the wheelchair down and hold it so I can get her in it."
Ashley smiled oh-so-calmly as Trowa sat her down. As she removed her arms from around his neck, she saw the prefect opportunity...
"AAAAAAH! SHE BIT ME!!"
"Heh heh heh..."
Trowa jumped back and held his ear. "Jeeze. Can't you just humor me? I feel like I'm helping..."
"I know you do. So push me down to the room now."
"Yeah, I'd like to push you all right... Push you down the stairs," Trowa muttered as he strolled along the hallway. Ashley had taken her position as an incapable person to bitch and complain all she wanted to. And what made it so perfect is that Trowa would only complain. He always did what she wanted him too.
"Trowa, if you need any help keepin' her in that chair, just call! I got a straight jacket that we used on Qua-"
"Bye!" Quatre quickly interrupted Duo. He pushed everyone down the stairs before anymore harm could be done.
Trowa had gone off to battle. And Ashley, being the perfect angel she was, did just as she was told and sat in the room reading her book he had gotten her.
"Ashley? Can I come in?"
"Sure, Quatre. If you get me something to drink." She grinned. She smiled back.
"I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, Quatre returned bearing a glass of tea.
"So, Mr. Winner, how might I help you?"
Her usage of his name caused him to pause momentarily. "Oh, um, I need to show you something we are working on for you. Could you come with me?"
"Well, according to Trowa, I can't 'come' anywhere, but I can roll. I need help down the stairs, though."
"We all figured you would like revenge for all the trouble Marie has caused you, so... That is what this is."
Ashley looked up at the in-construction Gundam admiringly. It had the basic armaments of Bulletproof, except it was built a little lighter and with flight capabilities. It wasn't going to be super-fast in the air because of the double beam gatling, even when stored on the back, but it wasn't going to be slow. "Hm. What is it called?"
The door opened behind them and Trowa walked up behind her, his face emotionless. "It's called Goddess."
Ashley smiled. "Goddess, eh? Well, I will show you how a Goddess should act in battle. Oh, will I."
She had tried it once. She stood, got dizzy, and had to sit back down. "TROWA!" Ashley called. He walked in.
"What is it?"
"I can't get up. Please help me," she whined.
Trowa chuckled softly. "Okay. Do I need to close my eyes?"
"Trowa, please. You've seen me naked before."
"Oh, yah." He tugged his shirt off over his head so as to avoid getting it wet and bent over the bathtub to help his wife out.
"This is sad," she muttered as he sat her on the counter and handed her a towel. She wrapped in around herself.
"Ah, don't worry, I'm not gonna go tell everyone." Trowa picked her back up and sat her in her wheelchair. "What do you want to sleep in?" he asked as he walked over the drawers.
"Give me some of your boxers and a tee. That'll work."
"Okay."
Ashley pulled the covers up to her chin and yawned softly as Trowa pulled her close to him. He kissed to top of her head. "Oyasumi, Ash-chan. I love you."
"I love you, too. See you in the morning."
To be continued...
NEXT TIME ON GUNDAM WING: REVOLUTION
Ashley's strength is back. Enter the Goddess.
Gundam Wing: Revolution|Session Four|Goddess