Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing, but the original chara is mine…
Old Friend Lost
Fic by: Windsor
Summary:
What would happen if one of the gundams were stolen?
Warnings: None really, some swearing, but
that's typical.
Disclaimer: Never owned, said I owned, or even think that I own any aspect of
Gundam Wing. If you sue me, you will
get nothing, because I have nothing.
"Damn, but that was a long day at
work," Duo muttered in exhaustion.
"Yeah, it didn't help any when OZ
pulled a fast one on us and produced all those mobile dolls out of thin
air." Trowa agreed.
The five pilots had just gotten in
from a mission. It was past three in
the morning and they were all beat.
They sat in the kitchen drinking coffee. Their respective gundams lie on freight trucks in a shed outside
of the safe house.
They sat there, not talking. There was nothing to say. Even Duo was quiet for once, until he broke
the silence with an exaggerated yawn and stretched his arms above his head. "I don't know about you bakas, but I'm
sackin out." With that, he went to his
room; the others followed soon after.
At the shed, a shadow made it's way
along the building; silently entering despite the alarm system that was on.
The figure snapped on a flashlight
and stared at the trucks. There were
five of them. "Hmm…I think I choose
truck number two, Johnny." It walked to
the truck in question, pulled back some of the tarp and exclaimed a breathless,
"Kuso!" and grinned mischievously.
Not one of the pilots heard the
start of the freight truck or its rumble out of the shed. They were deep into the world of their
dreams, each taking them to a place where no wars existed or the wars never
ended.
* * Next Morning * *
Duo turned over and groaned. One violet eye opened, but then narrowed to
a slit from the harsh sunlight streaming into his room. Heero, you baka, you opened my curtains
again
It was an ongoing thing. Duo liked his room pitch black no matter
what time it was. Heero, to get back at
Duo for constantly tormenting him, always opens the shades so when dawn comes,
Duo would be rudely awakened. Maybe
there's hope for the suicidal lunatic yet Duo thought wryly.
Soon his one eye became accustomed
to the bright light. He looked at his
clock beside the bed. "Six in the
morning???" Damn you Heero!" Not being able to fall back asleep, Duo
threw off the blankets and got up. His
tangled loose hair fell in disheveled waves down to his waist.
He whistled tunelessly in the shower
and as he dressed and plaited his hair.
"If all else fails, go sleep atop of Deathscythe." He muttered to himself.
No one else was up yet. He shouldn't even be, but here he was making
his way out to the shed.
He stepped inside and walked to
where his truck was…he stopped cold in his tracks…where his truck was supposed
to be…it was gone?! His Gundam…it was
too much for the exhausted pilot to take, he slumped to the ground. He had blacked out.
* * * * * *
"Duo, oi Duo, wake up." Heero's unemotional voice seeped through
Duo's blanket of oblivion. Someone
slapping his face brought him out of it.
Please be a dream He opened his eyes and four pairs of eyes
stared down at him. He looked around
and groaned. It was no dream.
"How long have I been out?" He asked, bemused. None of these guys had been up before.
"I don't know, it's around nine
now. Duo, where's Deathscythe? Heero asked.
"I've been out for three hours?"
"Duo, your Gundam. Where is it?" Heero spoke sharply.
"My…Gundam…Deathscythe…it's gone
Heero!" Duo shouted.
"Yes I see that, Duo. What happened?" Heero asked again.
"Was it OZ?" Wufei demanded.
"Or maybe Romefeller?" Quatre threw in.
"I don't know! K, this is how it went. I woke up at six cuz someone opened my
curtains and so I showered and came out here.
I saw that Deathscythe was gone and I guess… I must've…blacked…out."
Wufei snorted in disdain. Duo sat up and noticed that Trowa was
striding out of the shed. "Oi! Trowa!
Where you going?"
"I'm going outside to see if I can
find anything that might help us."
Trowa threw over his shoulder on his way out.
Quatre slung Duo's arm over his
shoulder and got him to his feet. "let's get you to the house, Duo, then we'll
figure something out."
Duo knew that he was quite capable
of waking to the house under his own power, but after what had happened, he was
comforted by the other pilot's gesture.
A while later though, Duo was
silently begging to black out again, Heero was on the warpath. They had gone over the story time and time
again and then Heero went to reaming Duo's ass out for leaving the keys in the
truck.
The only defense Duo could muster
was, "but Heero, that alarm system was on! I figured we didn't need to worry."
Quatre, always the diplomat, stepped
in, "Guys that isn't the problem here.
It happened, now we have to figure out how to retrieve Deathscythe."
"To do that, we need to find out who
took it in the first place." Wufei
said.
"I think I may have found something
to help in that area." Trowa said from
the doorway of the den in which they sat.
"What is it, Trowa?" Quatre asked.
"Well, whoever took it was extremely
careful, but they screwed up. There
were a few footprints alongside the shed.
The footprints are small and thin, a lot like a female's."
While the four were bickering and
figuring, a huge headache had lodged itself in Duo's head. God, he was groggy and tired. No wonder,
I haven't gotten a lot of sleep He got up and walked to his room, the four
other pilots stared after him, but let him go.
* * * * *
The culprit in question pulled the
truck into an old warehouse that it called home. It jumped down and stepped into a shaft of light. The light revealed a tall, slim figure clad
in black. Long chestnut hair fell to
the middle of its back and framed a heart shaped face. Brown eyes scanned the place,
making sure that everything was legit.
She stepped with pride, grace and an innate sense of strength.
She came to her living quarters and
stepped up to a full-length mirror. She smiled malevolently at her
reflection. "You sure did it now, Sheena. I wonder how much I'll get for that thing
when I hock it. I'm sure I'll be able
to live comfortably for a while." She
couldn't help but laugh gleefully.
She removed the large tarp covering
the mobile suit. She eyed it skeptically.
What was so special about these things?
She herself was too preoccupied on figuring out how she was going to eat
each night than to pay attention to the news of the most recent wars.
She had family, but that had tied
her down. She was a restless sort and
family life just didn't suit her. She
needed something, but she wasn't sure what.
* * * * *
Duo swore he was gonna freak out and
kill someone. He'd been cooped up in
the safe house alone for almost a week now.
The rest were all out on missions and since he didn't have Deathscythe,
he couldn't fight.
"God damnit!!!" He yelled at the house. The curse seemed to echo back at him. "That's it!
I'm taking a walk." With that,
he skipped out the door with little more than a whiplash of braid.
Morning passed as Duo walked, then
afternoon, and at last, evening fell and Duo found himself across town in an
abandoned industrial park. He just kept
walking, and wandering around, but something caught his eye. If these warehouses are all supposed to be
abandoned, then why is there a light on in that one? he thought to himself. Being of the incurable curious types, he
silently made his way up to a window of the warehouse and peered in. His eyes widened when he saw his Gundam in
there, "That's Deaths—" Duo suddenly sprawled to the ground, unconscious, with
blood seeping from a gash on the back of his head.
* * * * *
"Uhhh…" anyone get the plate number of that truck? Duo slowly came to. He mentally checked
himself for any injuries, not counting the one at the back of his head that was
hurting like a bitch. He then cracked
his eyes open to better grasp his situation.
He was in a storage room with no windows and he was tied on the floor
in…chains?!?
He fought his way into a sitting
position. His braid was stiff with
dried blood. He tried getting out of
the chains, but they weren't budging.
He could do little more than sit there and fume.
A while later, the door opened,
Sheena poked her head in and noticed the guy was up and none to pleased to be
there. She entered and immediately a
pair of furious violet eyes seared hers.
"You're the one who cold cocked
me?" Duo asked.
"Yeah, and I'm sorry about that and
the chains. They were the only things I
had. Lemme get them off of you. By the way, I'm Sheena.
Soon Duo was standing and eyeing
her. "Duo Maxwell. You apologize and I accept, but I have to
ask you, why did you do it?"
"I couldn't have you lurking around
when my buyers came to take that mobile suit off my hands."
"What mobile suit?" Duo asked, hoping fervently that it wasn't
the Deathscythe.
"Oh, I kiped it from some shed way
across town. Big thing, black, with a
weird weapon."
"You didn't…" Duo whispered
savagely.
"Only it wasn't my usual buyer,"
Sheena continued, not hearing Duo's comment, "some soldiers came and got it."
Great she sold it to
OZ?!! Duo struggled to not kill her
there and then. She doesn't know
what she's done. She didn't even know
that what she stole was a Gundam Duo reasoned. What would the other guys do? Easy. Heero would shoot
her without a second thought, Quatre would reason with her, Trowa and Wufei
would just ignore her, and him? Well,
he'll do what he does best: talk until
he gets more info from her.
"So what's a kid like you doing on
her own?" and stealing my
Gundam
Sheena reached behind her and pulled
out a gun. Duo's gun. "What's a kid
like you doing carrying one of these?"
she said with a smirk.
"Touché'" Duo said with a genuine
grin, he was starting to like her style, but he had to ask it. "So why did you steal that gun..er..I mean mobile suit?"
She grew pensive, "To live."
"Huh? To live?"
"If you're gonna be that dense about
it, I'll simplify. I'm a thief. I steal things then fence them for
money. Ya know…live." She replied sharply.
"Ok! Ok! Just calm down, sheesh!"
Duo exclaimed. "I understand
where you're comin from, since I used to be the same way."
That quieted her and she looked at
the semiautomatic in her hands. She glanced at him and asked, "so, what's the
story behind this?"
It was Duo's turn to become serious,
"I'm looking for a fiend, my partner actually."
Sheena immediately wanted to help,
"What does he look like?"
Duo shrugged, "Well, he's a big
guy-oh say like eighteen meters tall, and he's black. He carries a shield on his left arm and a thermal scythe in the
right. He also has huge wings that fold over his chest like a tunic. His name is Deathscythe Hell, have you seen
him? He looked directly into those
brown eyes to watch the shock register.
When it came, her eyes widened and
she looked wildly at him. "You-you're
the pilot of that thing?!"
"You got it lady, only that thing is
called a Gundam."
"So do you fight for OZ? Are you a soldier?"
Duo facevaulted. "Hell no!
Are you crazy lady? We Gundam
pilots are fighting against OZ and its tyranny."
"We?" There are more of you?"
Sheena asked.
"Five. But I gotta get goin. Did
you happen to catch what base they were from?"
"I think they said the New Edwards
base." Sheena supplied.
"New Edwards? Great! That's not that far from here. Lemme see, it's almost dawn now, I could
make it there before nightfall if I travel all day." Duo figured aloud.
"So what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Sheena remarked.
Duo did a double take, "Hn? We?
What do you mean? I'm goin
alone."
"No you're not, I'm coming with."
"No, you're not.
"Yeesss. I. Am." By now they were
nose to nose.
"Not!" Duo fumed.
"Yes, I am, and even if I don't go
with you, I'm still going to that base to get the Deathscythe. It's my fault he's even there in the first
place. Either with you or I go
alone. It's your call, Maxwell."
Duo saw the determination and
strength in her eyes and knew she wasn't bluffing. He sighed, "fine, come on.
You'll be safer with me anyway."
Well they managed to find a car and
with a little hot wire job by Duo, they were off.
With Duo at the wheel, Sheena now
had a chance to really look at the pilot.
He had long hair the same color as hers that was braided; large,
expressive violet eyes; and a quirky sense of humor. She quickly averted her eyes when he gazed at her.
He'd caught it again. That was the umpteenth time he'd caught her
staring at him. "What," he remarked
lightly, "is my braid falling out?"
so he had noticed She laughed,
"No, but it does look a little funny with that dried blood making it stick
out."
"Well whose fault is that? Hmm?" Duo
replied.
Sheena's smile faltered and she
lowered her head, "It's mine. I told
you I'm very sorry, I'll make it up to you."
Suddenly a gentle hand under her chin raised her gaze to his.
"Listen to me, Sheena. You did what you had to do. Hell, I'd do the same and so would my
friends if we were in your situation. So don't worry about it, okay?"
She searched his eyes and in those violet
depths she saw the warmth and sincerity to back his words up. She smiled at him in agreement. "So tell me about you and your friends."
"Nah! Don't want to put ya to sleep."
Duo answered.
Sheena nodded, "but really I do,
c'mon Duo, please? I promise I won't
tell anyone."
Duo laughed. "Okay, okay, jeez, don't have a heart
attack. Lemme see…where to start…"
The miles went by as Duo told Sheena
about his life as a Gundam pilot and assorted things from his turbulent
past. Most of the stories were
fictitious and had him starring in the lead role, but Duo figured they needed
something to do to kill the time and some of the stories needed sprucing
up. Why the hell not?
Then it was Sheena's turn to tell
about how she ran away from, how she lived, so on and so forth. Normally she didn't divulge this much
information about herself, but with Duo it was different. He was so easy to talk to.
In no time at all, they were at the
perimeter gate of the base. Duo killed
the engine and Sheena noticed a change in him.
Gone was the good humor and sarcastic side of him. Now his violet eyes were cold and
calculated, not warm and concerned.
Duo took out his gun and added the
silencer on to the muzzle. He flicked
his gaze over the weapon. All parts
well oiled and he had a round chambered and eleven in the mag, he was good to
go. "Sheena, stay behind me and do
exactly as I say. This can go either of
two ways: easy or hard. After the
weeklong abstinence of fighting, I
seriously hope they want to do this the hard way." Duo stated with, Sheena noticed, a maniacal light in his eyes.
They made their way over the fence
and went to a nearby guard station. Duo
peered through the window and noticed only one guard. piece of cake He
opened the door and shot the guy right between the eyes. Sheena gasped. "Hey, we Gundam pilots leave no witnesses. Cardinal rule." Duo said simply.
does that mean, I can be
disposed of that easily as well?
Sheena thought nervously.
Duo went straight to the
terminal, "First we have to find out
where they are keeping Deathscythe."
After a few minutes of furious typing and an occasional beep from the
PC, Duo finally said, 'Well the good news is, it's not far from where we
are-Hangar 08."
Sheena looked over his shoulder at
the monitor, "But?…"
"But, Hangar 08 is right in the
center of all the other hangars. All
the others are chock full of Leos, Aries and Mobile Dolls. Talk about your high security, we couldn't
possibly drive it out on the freight."
Duo figured aloud.
Sheena was about to say something,
but then Duo latched onto her arm and went out. hell with it, I'll get Deathscythe out one way, or
another
* * * * *
Ten minutes, and five dead guards by
Sheena's count, they had made it to
Hangar 08. They crept through the door
and found it devoid of any personnel.
they must figure no one would come for it Duo thought angrily, God, are they
stupid
Inside the building, Deathscythe
stood tall and proud, I see they have unloaded him from the truck. No one but me sits in that cockpit. Bastards. to the Gundam he replied, "Oi!
Old buddy, how ya doin? Yeah, I
know, I'll get you out of here."
Sheena sweatdropped, "You talk to
your Gundam?"
"Are you crazy? Of course I do! He's my partner, and he's gotten me out of more than a few
dangerous scrapes." Duo replied
fervently.
"Hold it right there! Put your hands up!" A voice commanded.
Duo and Sheena spun around to face
the voice. It belonged to a lone OZ
soldier, who had his sidearm trained on the two.
Duo scoffed, "Right! Now why would we want to do a thing like
that? Huh?"
The soldier glared and tried his
best to intimidate Duo, "You'll do that because I'm taking you as prisoners of
His Excellency, Trieze."
"Oh really? How can you do that when you're
DEAD?!!!" Duo whipped out his gun and
shot the soldier in the chest.
The guard tuned, and while he was
falling, managed to hit the alarm button on a counsel on the wall. The whole place started wailing.
"Shit. Shit! SHIT!!" Duo yelled
over the noise of the alarm and of the base coming to life. "I have no choice, but I have to pilot
Deathscythe out of here."
"What?!" Sheena yelled back at him. "How the hell am I gonna get out of
here? I don't know anything about flying a mobile suit!!"
She had a point, she couldn't get
out. Not now anyway. He could teach her, but there was no
time. A swarm of OZ soldiers were
pouring into the hangar.
Sheena heard them too. She now knew what she must do. She took the gun out of Duo's hands and plucked
the one off the dead guard, looked straight at Duo and said. "Go.
I'll hold them off."
"NANI??!!" Duo yelled, "Are you
crazy?"
A grim smile appeared on her face,
"I just might be, but there's no time.
Now git!"
Duo knew he had to go, so with a swift,
surprising kiss on her mouth he said, "I'll come back for you, so hang in
there." Then he turned and lunged onto the cable that lifted him into the
cockpit.
Sheena watched as the eyes lit up
and eerie green and huge wings unfurled.
It then lit up a double thermal scythe.
But then she groaned in pain and fury as a bullet imbedded itself into
her right arm. She spun around and shot
her assailants, brought down a few, but then a rifle butt to her head sent her
to the ground.
"Sheena!!" Duo yelled, but he couldn't do anything to help her because a
swarm of OZ suits were headed his way.
As Duo fought his way off the base,
Sheena's unconscious body was brought to the confinement barracks, to wait
until she came to. Then the
interrogation would commence.
* * * * *
Meanwhile, back at the safe house,
the four pilots sat in the living room wondering where Duo went.
"It's been two days since he's been
gone. He doesn't have Deathscythe, so
where could he be?" Quatre wondered
aloud.
Suddenly all heard the loud roar of
vierneas, they looked out the window and say Deathscythe drop unceremoniously
to the ground. They knew something was
wrong then. Usually, Duo was more careful
with Shinigami. They rushed out to the
Gundam.
The cockpit door opened and Duo
dropped haphazardly to the ground. He
looked up at them and exhaustion was written all over his face.
"Oi! Duo, where have you been?"
Quatre asked.
Instead of answering, Duo looked to
Trowa. "Hey Trowa would you mind refueling
Deathscythe? I gotta go grab some
supplies inside."
Although confused, Trowa nodded and
left. Duo, saying nothing to anyone
else walked rapidly to his room and started throwing things into a bag.
The remaining three pilots had
followed him and stood silently on the threshold of Duo's room, watching him
throw things into a duffel. Most of it
was guns and ammo.
Heero, surprisingly, was the first
to speak. "Duo, what happened?"
Duo didn't answer, just kept putting
things into the bag.
Heero motioned for Quatre and Wufei
to leave. After, he shut the door and
asked the question one more time.
Still, the braided boy didn't answer.
Heero had reached his limit, he
stalked over to Duo and grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him into the
wall. Duo gave a yelp of pain as his
head hit the hard Sheetrock.
"Damnit Duo! What the fuck happened out there?" Heero growled fiercely.
Still pinned to the wall, Duo
reached behind him and felt the back of his head. hr withdrew his hand and revealed fresh blood. "This."
he said matter-of-factly.
Immediately, Heero released him and
Duo proceeded to give him a quick rendition of what happened.
"So you're going alone?" To the New Edwards Base."
"I have to, Heero. I have to get Sheena out of there." Duo replied.
There was a knock on the door and
Trowa's voice floated through. "Duo,
Deathscythe is refueled and reloaded."
Heero looked to the door, then back
at Duo, "Guess that's it then, huh."
Duo flipped the bag over his
shoulder. "Yep! Locked, cocked and ready to rock!" then he sobered slightly, well, what was
sober for Duo anyway, "Listen, I dunno if and when I'll be back, in case I
don't make it back, I guess I'll see ya in Hell!" with that said, he left.
Little did he know, about an hour or
two in his wake, the Altron, Sandrock, Heavyarms, and Zero headed towards the
New Edwards Base.
Duo touched the Gundam down not far
from base, but far enough to escape detection.
He snuck in the through the same way and killed the new guard at the station
. He went to the terminal and tried to locate Sheena's whereabouts. "Hmm...Confinement Barracks, cell 003A,
located on the end of the guard station.
Getting there, no problem, getting her out, gonna be tricky."
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Sheena lay in her cell, now knowing
the concept of true and extreme pain.
The interrogation would not end.
They kept asking her for information and she wouldn't talk, it finally
ended when merciful unconsciousness consumed her. She had woken up recently to find herself in this cell, bruised,
beaten and frightened. "D..Duo where are you?" she cried weakly. She
sobbed his name one more time before passing out.
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Duo snuck up to the only guard at
the Confinement Barracks and silently slit his throat ear to ear. He shoved the dead body aside and grabbed
the card that would unlock Sheena's cell.
He slid the card through the slot
and the door glided open. The sight
that greeted him made him want to weep.
Inside the cell, Sheena lay on a cot
sleeping. Her face, decorated with gashes and dark bruises, was contorted in
pain. Her arms hugged her torso,
indicating further damage there. Duo
just about lost his composure when a lone tear slid slowly down a bruised
cheek.
He knelt down and brushed her cheek,
"Sheena..." he said softly.
She came awake with a start, her
eyes full of fear and pain. "No! I told you I don't know anything!..." she cried out.
Duo gently took a hold of her,
"Sheena! Sheena, settle down, it's me,
Duo."
"D-Duo??" Sheena looked at him. "Duo!
You came back!" she threw her
arms around him.
Duo, in turn, embraced the very
frightened and hurt girl. "Hey, I
toldja I'd come back for ya." he
muttered soothingly to her as he stroked her hair.
Sheena wouldn't settle though. She hung onto Duo tightly, even though it
had to hurt. With her head on his
shoulder, she whispered, "I didn't tell them. All that stuff you told me about
you and the others, I didn't tell, Duo. I promised you I wouldn't."
They sat there like that for a few
seconds before Duo realized that she had passed out again.
Duo hoisted her onto his shoulder
and started to make his way out of the barracks. He got outside and started cautiously across the base courtyard
when the alarms sounded.
"Fuck! I'd better hustle!" he
said to himself.
Suddenly soldiers came rushing out
of everywhere. Duo froze, knowing he
and Sheena were caught, but the guards and soldiers ran right by him to the
hangars. "What the hell?" he
muttered. He stood there, confused,
until he saw a formation on the horizon that was familiar, except it was short
one Deathscythe. He shook his head
wryly and kept on his way to his Gundam.
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Heero, leading the way in Zero,
opened a link to the other three. "We
have to distract the suits so Duo can get out of there with the girl."
Three "Affirmatives." came over the
link, They immedately dove into the
fray of mobile suits and did their best to give Duo a chance.
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Duo laid Sheena on the ground at
Deathscythe's feet. There was only one way to this. He activated the Gundam and carefully picked her up in one giant
hand. He then brought it up near the
door to his cockpit and folded a wing over her. He then turned the Gundam toward the safehouse.
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Several hours later, four weary
pilots stumbled in and headed for their rooms.
Heero spied a note on the table:
Took Sheena to the hospital. Room 420.
I'll be there if ya need me!
-Duo
Wordlessly, Heero left for the
hospital.
He walked into room 420 and noticed
the girl on the bed sleeping. Duo was
sitting in the chair next to the bed, sleeping. He approached Duo and gently shook his shoulder, "How is she?" he asked softly, though still unemotional as ever.
"Hnn? Wha-? Oh, Heero, you're
here. Umm... she's gonna be fine, doc says."
Duo mumbled sleepily, rubbing at one violet eye.
"That's good." Heero replied. He pulled up a chair next to Duo's, sensing
the braided baka needed to talk.
How does he know what I'm
thinking? I was just wishing he would
stick around so I could talk to him
Duo thought.
"D..Duo, where are you? I'm so scared...ungh!...no...please....I
told you....nothing...ahh!" Sheena
yelled, thrashing around violently on the bed, deep in the nightmare.
"Shh, Sheena. It's Duo, I'm right here, you're fine." Duo soothed.
When she quieted, he turned back to
Heero with an intense light in his eyes.
"I could kill every one of them for doing this to her. It's not fair, she isn't even involved with
this war. She stole Deathscythe for
food money and this is what happened. I
failed, Heero."
"Hnn? Failed?" Heero
questioned.
"I failed her. I figure that if I fight, then the innocent
don't have to. She fought, Heero. I don't know if you follow my meaning, but
she fought." Duo looked from the
Perfect Soldier to Sheena.
Eventually, Heero got up. He put one
hand on Duo's shoulder. "I do
understand, Duo." and walked out of the
room.
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The next few days go by with more
missions for each of the pilots and Duo would reluctantly go. However, the moment he got back, he was back
at the hospital spending every moment waiting on Sheena. He didn't sleep, he didn't even eat, and the
guys were getting concerned. Sheena
noticed this as well.
"Anything else I can get for
you?" Duo asked her cheerfully even
though he felt as though he was going to drop.
"Duo, sit down." Sheena said.
"Sure! What's up." Duo asked,
gratefully flopping down in the chair beside the bed.
"I'm going to say this as nicely as
possible. Get your scrawny ass home,
eat and go get some sleep." she said
sternly.
"Nah," Duo said, "Besides, who would check on you?"
"That's what nurses are for,
Duo." she quipped back. I figured he would do this the hard
way she thought, good thing I
have a plan "Oh boyyyssss! she called out in a sing song voice.
In walked Heero, Trowa, Quatre, and
Wufei.
"You called, Sheena?" Heero asked.
"Yes, I do believe it's time." she said sweetly.
"Time? For what?" Duo asked
looking from Sheena to the guys, He
gulped when five pairs of eyes and evil smiles turned in his direction.
"Uhh...guys?"
"Mission accepted." Heero said with his self-distructive smirk.
Suddenly the four pilots all jumped
on their braided comrade, and grabbed him.
"Ackk! Hey!...What the hell?!" Duo yelled.
Soon, he was being roughly
manhandled by the four guys. what
in god's name are they up to?
Sheena looked at Duo and gave him a
smile. "My friends here and I have
decided that you need a break. Heero
tells me even Dr. G is grounding you for the time being. Since I am in the capable hands of the
doctors, I will leave you in the capable hands of the other pilots. Take him away, boys!"
"Sheena...wait! Guys....stop....grrr!" Duo never felt so helpless, or infuriated as
he was being roughly manhandled from the hospital and back to the safe house
and right to the bathroom door, where he was unceremoniously pushed inside and
thrown a towel, boxers and a tank.
Twenty minutes later, he stepped out
and was seized once again and "guided" to the kitchen where he had a four part
audiance to eat his meal for. Before he
could get up though, he was picked up once again and carried to Heero's room
for some reason. He walked in and they
shut the door and Duo heard a distinctive "click." They had locked the door!
Duo's hand flew to where he kept his lock picks...that...weren't there.
"Shit!" Duo paced the room and spotted, the window! He pulled back the shades and saw...plywood.
Frustrated, he flung himself onto
Heero's immaculately made bed and stared at the ceiling. He was a prisoner in his own house. well the shower and food felt good,
though Duo thought absently,
running a hand through his loose hair.
"Might as well get some shut-eye,
wait, hello bandit, what's this?" Duo
spied a note on Heero's nightstand. "Heero getting love letters? Wait, it's addressed to me?" he unfolded the note and it read:
Duo:
I figured
you would be a bit restless when I had the guys throw you in there. So I wrote you this note so you can read it
and hopefully calm you down some.
First off, my getting captured was NOT
your fault. I knew what I was doing and
it was better me than you. Besides, I
make a lousy nurse! And thanks to your
quick thinking and the care you've shown me, I'm almost ready to hit the
streets again.
Yes, I will be leaving after I recover,
though I like all of you guys, this whole terrorism thing just isn't my thing.
Now get some sleep, Duo, and don't feel
any guilt about what happened to me.
Look me up sometime after the war!
-Sheena Maverick
Duo read the note again and then
propped his hands behind his head, letter resting on his chest. "Easy for you to say." he muttered. Truth was, he did feel guilty for Sheena's incident.
What was that part about the " being
a lousy nurse"? He wouldn't mind having
her as a nurse at all...those eyes...that face....hair........he drifted off to
sleep with Sheena's sweet image in his mind.
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