Intruder - Part Eleven
A nice catch...
"CHANG!" Duo yelled, running across the hall towards his rapidly descending friend.
Wufei needed no shout, however as he had seen Quatre drop.
The warrior leapt up and caught the plummeting blonde in his strong arms, and safely brought him to the floor of the Hangar, under Sandrock's towering form.
Duo had already run across to them, and Hilde was coming out from her Taurus.
She didn't know what had happened, but all she could see was Wufei standing below Sandrock, holding Quatre in his arms. Duo had just got to them and looked like he was checking Quatre's pulse. She didn't shout at them, just swiftly walked across. She didn't think now was the time to upset Chang, so kept quiet and out of the way. They could deal with it; they didn't need her assistance.
Duo had got Wufei to follow him, and to bring Quatre too.
~ Probably going to the medlab ~ she thought. ~ Quatre's fine, just a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen. ~ She went over to where they'd been standing. ~ He just needs some oxygen from the medlab, and a bit of recuperation time. ~ She looked up to Sandrock's cockpit, it was a long drop. ~ What if it was a setup? What if the intruder had sabotaged Sandrock? Or deployed some special space mines? Or had a remote for them? Or- ~ 'Stop it, Hilde' she told herself 'There's too many ifs and ors there, leave it alone. And to make things worse, now you're talking to yourself. Being a little crazy is fine, but driving yourself mad isn't going to help anyone, least of all Quatre.'
~ Except maybe the intruder. ~
Heero had finished reading up on Deathscythe, and was about to move on to the folder named "Trowa Barton / HeavyArms 03" when the cursor started moving towards the link which said "Duo Maxwell ". He mentally strained against his training, his instincts, and his curiosity, and just managed to overcome the mechanical need to find out more.
He successfully clicked the "HeavyArms" file and continued to read up on the Gundams.
Trowa, after finishing his training session with Charlie, had gone to the Mess Hall for a snack. Wondering whether to go back and take Charlie something to eat too, he sat on his stool next to the counter. Hearing several sets of footsteps running up the corridor, he got up and went out into the passage. What he saw made him follow in surprise. Duo was running up the corridor, holding open doors. The reason for this was that he was being closely followed by Wufei, also running, and carrying the limp body of Quatre Winner across his shoulder. Quatre showed no sign of injury, but none of life either. Had he been someone else, he would probably have gone running after them, to help, and to find out what happened. However being himself, he decided that he would be unable to help them as they were perfectly capable themselves, and neither of them looked to be in a talking mood. The Dragon and Shingami had returned.
Wufei was aware of Quatre's breathing, shallow but strong enough. He carried the unconscious Arabian over his shoulder, through the Medlab doors. They had been propped open with a chair, by Duo who'd run on a bit in front, and fixed up the bed ready for his friend's arrival. Placing him gently down on the bed Wufei stepped back to let Duo check him out again. As Maxwell leant across he found a strong pulse and good breathing, he may as well have been sleeping.
"He's fine, just gotta get his breath back."
Wufei watched as he crossed to the cupboards. Opening the first he displayed a surprisingly tidy shelf full of medical equipment.
"I wish Noin hadn't tidied everything so well in here, I can't find- Oh, here it is."
He took out the oxygen bottle and fixed it to a tube mask. Bringing it across he put it over Quatre's nose and mouth.
"This should do the job."
He opened the valve, turning it on and off again, then after a few seconds, removed the mask from his patient. Who then coughed gently, and his eyelids fluttered.
"See, no problem."
Quatre awoke to find himself lying in the medlab. He blinked his eyes to focus, and pushed himself up on his elbows. Duo came towards him to lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't overdo it."
Quatre smiled, noticing Wufei on his other side. "Last time it was the other way around."
Wufei nodded, and was about to leave.
"What happened? I was just standing on the platform and..."
"You fell."
"I fell? From Sandrock? How?"
"We think y' blacked out, an' then y' just, y' know, fell."
"Blacked out...Do you know-"
"Lack of oxygen."
"Oh..."
"We think the explosion may have opened the Gundam somehow, so it wasn't airtight-"
"-so any air in the cockpit would have dispersed into space, straight away."
"But luckily there was enough in the emergency supply to keep you awake till you got back safely. But the delayed effect was that your body kinda shut itself down I s'pose."
"If I fell, why am I not more heavily injured?"
"Cause Wufei over there caught ya, before y' hit the floor."
Quatre blinked, and turned to Wufei.
"Thank you."
Wufei nodded in acknowledgement, and went to the door.
"Do you think it was done on purpose? I mean, by the intruder?"
"It is possible, however if it was, I do not believe you would be here to ask."
And with that he left. Duo shook his head in mock shame.
"Honestly, he's gotta learn t' be less blunt."
Quatre laughed, and coughed. "I was going to ask if I could leave now, but I guess I'm confined to barracks."
"Yeah, well the medlab anyway." Duo replied with a smile "D'ya want me t' get y' anythin'? Drink? Snack? Cards?"
Quatre went to shake his head, and flinched, holding his neck. Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Whiplash. From the impact."
"D'ya wanna brace? Or are ya ok?"
"No brace, but I think I'll have that drink. Iced lemonade should do it nicely."
"Sure, one iced lemonade comin' right up." He went off down the hall. Quatre smiled, lay back, and closed his eyes. ~ Just resting them. ~ he thought to himself. ~ Although I bet Duo's method is less painful. ~
Hilde was still in the Hangar. She had inspected every part of the outside of Sandrock that she could without actually touching it, as that wasn't really acceptable, and despite the fact that she didn't think Quatre himself would mind, Wufei could be a different matter. He really didn't seem to like her very much, but she didn't know what she could have done to offend him. Heero didn't like anyone much, and there was something about Trowa that made her feel uneasy, he just had that look, though what it was she wasn't sure. Quatre was friendly and chatty with everyone, and that left, well, Duo. And she knew what he was like. Deciding to stay out of everyone's way she left for her room, which was at the other end of the base from the guy's rooms, quite close to the hangar actually. On arrival to her designated quarters, she found herself wondering if it was safe to be alone, with this intruder guy on the loose. ~ But I'm not a Gundam pilot. I'm not on the specified target list. ~ But the voice in her head implied otherwise. ~ You're in their home, staying with them, and you're their friend, aren't you? ~ She lay on the bed, watching the ceiling. ~ We must really be in it this time ~
Heero had almost finished the HeavyArms file, and had decided that after that he'd take a break. He thought about what Trowa had said earlier
~...its not humanly possible...Even you...~
Maybe he was right. He knew he couldn't do everything, but then no-one could, so that was acceptable. Finishing the file, he found himself faced with Quatre's folder, but found not the slightest need to look in it. Well, almost everyone knew about the Winner family. He recalled Quatre telling him about when he first met Duo.
"I am Quatre Reberba Winner"
"Winner!?!" Explanations were given, and then the introduction was returned.
"Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never lie. That's me in a nutshell."
~ Everyone may know the Winners, but I can't recall any Maxwell Family. ~ he realized he was doing it again, taunting himself with the idea of finding out his friend's past.
~ I mustn't intervene. If he doesn't want to tell it himself, then he thinks it irrelevant. ~
He turned off the monitor, pushed out his chair, and decided to go to the Mess Hall, it was past lunch time now, and he hadn't eaten yet. He shut his door behind him, and went for a late lunch.
Fun.
A nice catch...
"CHANG!" Duo yelled, running across the hall towards his rapidly descending friend.
Wufei needed no shout, however as he had seen Quatre drop.
The warrior leapt up and caught the plummeting blonde in his strong arms, and safely brought him to the floor of the Hangar, under Sandrock's towering form.
Duo had already run across to them, and Hilde was coming out from her Taurus.
She didn't know what had happened, but all she could see was Wufei standing below Sandrock, holding Quatre in his arms. Duo had just got to them and looked like he was checking Quatre's pulse. She didn't shout at them, just swiftly walked across. She didn't think now was the time to upset Chang, so kept quiet and out of the way. They could deal with it; they didn't need her assistance.
Duo had got Wufei to follow him, and to bring Quatre too.
~ Probably going to the medlab ~ she thought. ~ Quatre's fine, just a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen. ~ She went over to where they'd been standing. ~ He just needs some oxygen from the medlab, and a bit of recuperation time. ~ She looked up to Sandrock's cockpit, it was a long drop. ~ What if it was a setup? What if the intruder had sabotaged Sandrock? Or deployed some special space mines? Or had a remote for them? Or- ~ 'Stop it, Hilde' she told herself 'There's too many ifs and ors there, leave it alone. And to make things worse, now you're talking to yourself. Being a little crazy is fine, but driving yourself mad isn't going to help anyone, least of all Quatre.'
~ Except maybe the intruder. ~
Heero had finished reading up on Deathscythe, and was about to move on to the folder named "Trowa Barton / HeavyArms 03" when the cursor started moving towards the link which said "Duo Maxwell ". He mentally strained against his training, his instincts, and his curiosity, and just managed to overcome the mechanical need to find out more.
He successfully clicked the "HeavyArms" file and continued to read up on the Gundams.
Trowa, after finishing his training session with Charlie, had gone to the Mess Hall for a snack. Wondering whether to go back and take Charlie something to eat too, he sat on his stool next to the counter. Hearing several sets of footsteps running up the corridor, he got up and went out into the passage. What he saw made him follow in surprise. Duo was running up the corridor, holding open doors. The reason for this was that he was being closely followed by Wufei, also running, and carrying the limp body of Quatre Winner across his shoulder. Quatre showed no sign of injury, but none of life either. Had he been someone else, he would probably have gone running after them, to help, and to find out what happened. However being himself, he decided that he would be unable to help them as they were perfectly capable themselves, and neither of them looked to be in a talking mood. The Dragon and Shingami had returned.
Wufei was aware of Quatre's breathing, shallow but strong enough. He carried the unconscious Arabian over his shoulder, through the Medlab doors. They had been propped open with a chair, by Duo who'd run on a bit in front, and fixed up the bed ready for his friend's arrival. Placing him gently down on the bed Wufei stepped back to let Duo check him out again. As Maxwell leant across he found a strong pulse and good breathing, he may as well have been sleeping.
"He's fine, just gotta get his breath back."
Wufei watched as he crossed to the cupboards. Opening the first he displayed a surprisingly tidy shelf full of medical equipment.
"I wish Noin hadn't tidied everything so well in here, I can't find- Oh, here it is."
He took out the oxygen bottle and fixed it to a tube mask. Bringing it across he put it over Quatre's nose and mouth.
"This should do the job."
He opened the valve, turning it on and off again, then after a few seconds, removed the mask from his patient. Who then coughed gently, and his eyelids fluttered.
"See, no problem."
Quatre awoke to find himself lying in the medlab. He blinked his eyes to focus, and pushed himself up on his elbows. Duo came towards him to lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't overdo it."
Quatre smiled, noticing Wufei on his other side. "Last time it was the other way around."
Wufei nodded, and was about to leave.
"What happened? I was just standing on the platform and..."
"You fell."
"I fell? From Sandrock? How?"
"We think y' blacked out, an' then y' just, y' know, fell."
"Blacked out...Do you know-"
"Lack of oxygen."
"Oh..."
"We think the explosion may have opened the Gundam somehow, so it wasn't airtight-"
"-so any air in the cockpit would have dispersed into space, straight away."
"But luckily there was enough in the emergency supply to keep you awake till you got back safely. But the delayed effect was that your body kinda shut itself down I s'pose."
"If I fell, why am I not more heavily injured?"
"Cause Wufei over there caught ya, before y' hit the floor."
Quatre blinked, and turned to Wufei.
"Thank you."
Wufei nodded in acknowledgement, and went to the door.
"Do you think it was done on purpose? I mean, by the intruder?"
"It is possible, however if it was, I do not believe you would be here to ask."
And with that he left. Duo shook his head in mock shame.
"Honestly, he's gotta learn t' be less blunt."
Quatre laughed, and coughed. "I was going to ask if I could leave now, but I guess I'm confined to barracks."
"Yeah, well the medlab anyway." Duo replied with a smile "D'ya want me t' get y' anythin'? Drink? Snack? Cards?"
Quatre went to shake his head, and flinched, holding his neck. Duo raised an eyebrow.
"Whiplash. From the impact."
"D'ya wanna brace? Or are ya ok?"
"No brace, but I think I'll have that drink. Iced lemonade should do it nicely."
"Sure, one iced lemonade comin' right up." He went off down the hall. Quatre smiled, lay back, and closed his eyes. ~ Just resting them. ~ he thought to himself. ~ Although I bet Duo's method is less painful. ~
Hilde was still in the Hangar. She had inspected every part of the outside of Sandrock that she could without actually touching it, as that wasn't really acceptable, and despite the fact that she didn't think Quatre himself would mind, Wufei could be a different matter. He really didn't seem to like her very much, but she didn't know what she could have done to offend him. Heero didn't like anyone much, and there was something about Trowa that made her feel uneasy, he just had that look, though what it was she wasn't sure. Quatre was friendly and chatty with everyone, and that left, well, Duo. And she knew what he was like. Deciding to stay out of everyone's way she left for her room, which was at the other end of the base from the guy's rooms, quite close to the hangar actually. On arrival to her designated quarters, she found herself wondering if it was safe to be alone, with this intruder guy on the loose. ~ But I'm not a Gundam pilot. I'm not on the specified target list. ~ But the voice in her head implied otherwise. ~ You're in their home, staying with them, and you're their friend, aren't you? ~ She lay on the bed, watching the ceiling. ~ We must really be in it this time ~
Heero had almost finished the HeavyArms file, and had decided that after that he'd take a break. He thought about what Trowa had said earlier
~...its not humanly possible...Even you...~
Maybe he was right. He knew he couldn't do everything, but then no-one could, so that was acceptable. Finishing the file, he found himself faced with Quatre's folder, but found not the slightest need to look in it. Well, almost everyone knew about the Winner family. He recalled Quatre telling him about when he first met Duo.
"I am Quatre Reberba Winner"
"Winner!?!" Explanations were given, and then the introduction was returned.
"Duo Maxwell. I may run and hide, but I never lie. That's me in a nutshell."
~ Everyone may know the Winners, but I can't recall any Maxwell Family. ~ he realized he was doing it again, taunting himself with the idea of finding out his friend's past.
~ I mustn't intervene. If he doesn't want to tell it himself, then he thinks it irrelevant. ~
He turned off the monitor, pushed out his chair, and decided to go to the Mess Hall, it was past lunch time now, and he hadn't eaten yet. He shut his door behind him, and went for a late lunch.
Fun.