Part Four

"Found ya." Horris and Borris, the dick-fuck twins sneered at us. I quickly grabbed at Quatre, but Borris (That's probably not his real name, but that's what I'm gonna call him.) was surprisingly faster and he grabbed Quatre first. He twisted Quatre's arm around his back and the bastard pushed up hard on Quatre's elbow and I cringed as my friend let out an ear- piercing scream of pain as his arm broke. The scream went straight to my heart and maybe me want to rip Borris's face off.

"You asshole!" I almost tried to jump on him but Horris pressed the gun to Quatre's temple. "Leave us alone!" I growled, seething with rage. Nobody had the right to lay a hand on such a sweet being. Especially an ugly and filthy hand such as the one touching him now.

"It's not everyday we get visitors. 'Specially ones as cute as yourselves." Borris grinned, showing his rotting teeth. He stuck out his disgusting tongue and began to lick Quatre's cheek while grabbing my friend through his suit. My heart was ready to explode and I could feel my body quaking in anger. I wanted to cut his tongue out and make him eat it. His hand touching Quatre was bad enough.

"Stop it!" I yelled, grabbing Quatre and surrounding his body with my own. I could feel how badly his body was trembling and once he was in my arms he sniffed as tears fell from his eyes. Horris grabbed my braid and pulled me out of the shelter. Because I was holding onto Quatre, he was pulled out too, which was probably for the better. The idea of Quatre trapped in the small area with no way to defend himself if Borris decided that it was play time gave me the shivers.

"We're goin' for a little walk." There was a gun being pressed to the back of Quatre's head. I glared at the fat bastard, giving him a look that would have made Heero flinch. I pulled Quatre away from the gun. Seeing him threatened was not on my immediate 'to do' list.

I leaned closer to the boy so I could whisper into his ear. "We have to listen, I won't let them hurt you, I promise." I put my arm around his shoulders and guided him further away from the weapon. It was immediately replaced, this time against my back. We moved, walking behind Borris and in front of Horris. We left the food and blanket, not to mention the jacket in the shelter.

As we walked across the sand, my mind was stuck on auto pilot, pun intended. All I could think about was how we could get away from them, but every thought was dismissed as nearly impossible or completely impossible, (and then the category that's called "Only If You're Heero Yuy, Is It Possible!). I would not leave Quatre no matter what and I wouldn't let them hurt him, and because of our new predicament with his arm we were both stuck.

I was deep in thought and I didn't notice that we weren't wearing shoes until we stepped off the sand and onto pine needles, twigs, rocks and other unidentifiable hard objects with sharp edges. Q and I limped through everything rough and Dick and Dyke wouldn't let us stop to pick stuff out of our feet. We just kept on walking, even after the sun had gone down and the rain had stopped. Now it was even harder for me to get away. Horris had tied my writs together and Borris had Quatre. Quatre was too weak to fight back but Borris had him on a leash, literally.

As we continued out little jaunt through the woods to Grandma's, I noticed a flash of black and brown through a bunch of bushes and I was sure I heard a growl too. Great, even the animals were stalking us. For a second I wondered about cutting myself to give them the scent of my blood…maybe they'd go for Fatso and Lardass first and while they munched on the main course we could make our escape. But that thought quickly passed as the rustling in the bushes stopped.

We passed waterfalls and piles of rocks, not to mention many, and I mean many, more hills and trees.

"Alright, we stop here." Horris finally said and I was pulled over to a tree and tied there with my hands above my head. When it had grown dark the two fuck nuts had pulled out flashlights. With my hands secure, this time with better and much tighter knots I could only watch as Borris pushed Quatre in my direction roughly making him fall to the ground. Quatre protected his arm as best as he could as he landed on his side.

I could see now, how swollen his arm was, he was suffering against his fever too. I looked at Borris who was gathering firewood. "Please." I heard my own weak plea, it was dumb but I had to try. Borris looked at me. "Please, let me set his arm. He's suffering…I won't try anything, I swear." God, I was pathetic.

He hmphed and continued gathering wood. "No! Wait! Look, you can keep the gun pointed at my ass for all I care. Just let me help him!" I growled and he finally came over to me, then he roughly untied my hands. Ah yes, feeling! Blood flow, two of my favourite things! Anyway…I fell beside Quatre and looked him over. "Hey." I whispered as I gently took a hold of his arm. "This is going to hurt." I said and he nodded then braced himself. I closed my eyes. "Now, I'm going to count to ten, okay?" I got a grip on arm. "One, two, three, four-" I pulled. He cried out and arched his back.

When the initial pain had passed he curled up and began to sob. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I searched for a strong stick. We were surrounded by wood so it wasn't hard to find one. I untied my braid and used the two hair ties to secure the stick to his arm, making sure to keep the bone straight.

With that done I was grabbed and tied back up to the tree. Quatre weakly crawled over to me when the filth had left me and he rested his head on my leg. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair but I gave up on that idea. Instead I whispered to him, mostly nonsense, until he fell asleep, I hoped his dreams were peaceful. I looked over at Horris and Borris and saw that they had built a fire and a shelter. Just as I realized the deal with the shelter it began to pour. If it weren't for my damned clogged nose I would have been able to smell it!

I was able to doze off for a little while before the cold set it. Quatre moved, sitting up to start coughing. I used my legs to pull him to me by wrapping them around his waist and pulling him to me. He leaned his head on my shoulder and continued to cough. A good ten minutes passed and Quatre was still choking, not constantly but enough to make it hurt. After letting out a shuddered hack he whimpered from the soreness of his throat.

"Don't talk, it'll only make it worse." I whispered after he had attempted to speak but had ended up hacking and choking again, failing miserably. "Try to sleep love." I whispered, gently kissing his neck. Despite the rain he was hot from fever.

"Cold." He finally croaked but began to cough again right after. His body shook against mine from the cold and pain and I wanted to hold him so bad.

"I know." I whispered and pulled my legs up around him, hoping to offer a little more warmth. I began to talk to him, telling him what we'd do once we were back home. He hadn't coughed for a while so I thought that he had fallen asleep, which had initially been my plan, but then he cleared his throat.

"Do I know someone with dark blue…no cobalt eyes? Dark brown hair?" He shuttered violently as he tried to draw enough air into his straining lungs.

"Yes, that's Heero. Are you remembering?" I wondered but he didn't reply.

Instead, he continued. "A boy with green eyes and funny hair? And a Chinese boy with a short ponytail?" He withered in pain.

"Yeah! Trowa and Wufei, you are remembering." This was good, if Quatre remembered his training we could probably get out of there. But suddenly I felt him shake his head.

"No Duo, I'm not remembering. They are there." He whispered. "They were hiding in different places along the path we took. Heero, I suspect was hiding in a patch of bushes." I remembered the streak of colour I had seen. Brown, Heero's hair and black, his spandex! "Wufei was behind a water fall, one of them anyway and Trowa was…well, he walked beside me for a while…he gave me something before he left." I grinned; Trowa would be able to walk right beside someone without them knowing it too. I knew we'd get out of there now.

And I felt a little relaxed, that is until that annoying thing started to act up again, you know, my mind! The same thought I had thought in the beginning stopped me again. If they found out that Quatre couldn't remember who he was, plus I had told him about the Gundams, he'd surely be executed. I shuttered at the thought. If Horris and Borris didn't kill him first, Heero definitely would.

Quatre woke me from my thoughts by curling up between my legs and coughing as he tried to settle down to sleep. I kissed the top of his head gently as we listened to the falling rain. "I love you Q." I whispered as he coughed again.

"I love you too Duo." He swallowed as he tried to catch his breath. I waited until he fell asleep before I finally let myself doze again.

I was cold, that's what woke me up this time, cold and very wet. I looked down to see that Quatre was gone. I heard his familiar coughing though so I didn't panic. Until I saw him lying a few feet away. As his arm fell limp at his side my breath caught in my throat. Flakes of blood covered his palm and I saw blood trickling from his pale, almost blue lips. His face was white and he looked dead, and if it weren't for the fact that I could hear his raspy breathing I would have thought he was.

I pulled against my restraints. It was still raining and my hands had become slippery and numb from the cold. I yanked hard, slipping my hands through the ropes. Getting up, I ran and fell beside my friend. He opened his eyes as I wiped the blood from his face. His eyes were beautiful, so clear, so…innocent.

"Are you an angel?" He whispered, as I watched his eyes unfocus and then focus again. His teeth and tongue were coated with blood and it made me wince slightly.

I said a short prayer to Shinigami, threatening to kick his ass if I lost Quatre now. "No Quat, it's me. Duo." I ran my fingers through his wet hair. He looked up at me confused as he tried to stifle another round of coughing.

"Duo?" His voice was soft. "I've never seen you with your hair down. You're very beautiful. You didn't even have it out of its braid when you begged everyone to go swimming the last time we were on earth." He finally coughed.

I was shocked into silence. Finally I found myself. "Qu-Quatre? You…remember?" I whispered.

"Everything." He looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry. I never should have said anything." He whispered, shaking his head. "Feelings have no place in war. I didn't mean to disappoint you." He was so calm, so ready to just throw his feelings away. But I wasn't.

"Quatre, don't be stupid. I love you." I whispered and saw the doubt. "I'd never lead you on, you should know that by now." I tried to make him believe. "I may run and hide, but-"

"You never tell a lie. That's you in a nutshell." He smiled softly. I echoed his grin.

"Hey Borris! That long-haired freak got out!" Horris yelled. Okay, so Borris was his real name. Imagine that.

"Leave him! Maybe they'll fuck again!" Borris laughed and my head shot up.

"You perverts! You fucking watched!" I had never felt so violated before, and with my past that feeling surprised me. What we had done hadn't been meant for eyes, only between the two of us. "You fucking bastards!" I jumped up, but there was a gun pointed at Quatre. Immediately I stopped, growling deeply.

The showdown was on and I saw Borris take the safety off of the gun he was aiming at Quatre, and at the same time out of the corner of my eye I saw Horris start to reach for a gun.

"Don't even think about it." A familiar voice spoke and I grinned as I recognized the totally calm and cool voice of the Heavyarms pilot. A gun was pressed against Horris' temple and he dropped his gun.

"You too you weakling." A sword was positioned at Borris' neck. Wufei looked at me. "Maxwell." He nodded, his way of saying hello.

"Trowa! Wufei! Man am I glad to see you!" I wanted to jump for joy, but was halted when I heard Quatre cry out in pain. I whirled around ready to fight but was relieved to find that Heero had just picked him up.

"We have to get you two to a hospital." Heero said, carrying Quatre passed me. He didn't say anything else as he walked passed the dumb fuck twins, who were now being tied up by Trowa and Wufei. They'd never get out of those knots. I had to run to catch up to Heero, I needed to, there was this strong urge swirling in my chest to be by Quatre. "He's had sex within the last sixty hours." Heero stated bluntly. "Twice within the past nine days." His eyes glared at me. Oh yeah, it was all /my/ fault.

"They forced me to Heero." Quatre whispered, knowing that the perfect soldier could smell the sex on him and probably on me too. Heero and I looked down at him and I saw the tears forming in his eyes. He remembered…everything…

Heero must have noticed the tears too. "We'll talk about it later. Sleep now, you're safe." I had never heard such softness in Heero Yuy's voice before. My jaw almost dropped. Quatre only nodded but then looked at me.

"Are you okay Duo? Did you get hurt?" His voice was soft still and I almost couldn't hear him.

I grinned. "I'm fine Q-ball. Heero's right, you should rest." I said.

"Can you give this back to Trowa for me?" He held out his broken arm and handed me a folded piece of paper. "Tell him that I thank him and it helped." I took the paper and his hand fell limp. I jumped from shock.

"He passed out." Heero said without so much as looking at me. I breathed a sigh of relief and unfolded the paper. Two words were written on the wet and bloody piece of paper in Trowa's handwriting.

Mission: Remember.

I smiled. Guess that our training had been so intense to accomplish a mission that even with memory lose, we'd remember. Damn doctors.

I followed the guys as they led me up a steep cliff, part of the cove to the beach Quatre and I had left behind. I could still see the blanket and jacket from where we stood. I looked out into the vast ocean then looked down. "Hey! Deathscythe was here all along?" I asked, looking down at my Gundam, who lay under the water, looking back up at me. Kinda creepy actually…

Nobody replied to my question, not that I had expected it or anything. We had reached their own Gundams.

"W-what are those?" Horris asked as he and Borris looked at Heavyarms. They were so scared they had gone white and could barely walk. Borris even wet himself. They were completely scared shitless! I loved it.

"They are your worst nightmare." I growled using Shinigami to help me look and sound evil.

Trowa pointed his gun at them. "Those who have laid eyes on a Gundam shall not live to tell about it." He said calmly. I swear, Horris was gonna faint!

"You mean I fucked a Gundam pilot?" He stuttered then realized his mistake as everyone looked at him. Neither Trowa nor Wufei had seen Quatre to know what had happened.

"You did this to pilot 04?" Trowa pointed the gun at Horris's head as an evil gleam shone in his suddenly darker green eyes. I knew for a fact that Trowa cared for Quatre. I had asked him about it once and Trowa had said that Quatre was like family, the only other family besides his 'sister'. Q was like his little brother. Little probably because his body was so small. We won't get into my hentai mind – yet.

"Hey! Borris did too! Don't get hasty!" Horris held his bound hands up as if to protect himself. Hm. Fat chance. Now that Trowa knew that his best friend and little brother had suffered so much and in that way of suffering, the Silencer wasn't going to show any mercy. I think things had happened to Trowa while growing up, though I'm not sure. Either way, the boy's got issues.

Borris gasped. "Yeah but Horris was first!" He insisted.

Wufei snorted. "Cowards. You should be man enough to stand up to the consequences. Weaklings like you do not deserve life. You aren't even human. Barton, we will take these two pathetic bakas and dispose of them away from Winner and Maxwell." Wufei turned to Trowa who nodded and began to pull Horris into a bushed area with plenty of trees. Wufei followed.

I closed my eyes as I heard screams of bloody murder, followed by two gunshots. I only opened my eyes when I heard Trowa say something to Heero. The Wing pilot nodded as he used the hitch to reach the hatch to his Gundam. I noticed he was still holding Quatre.

"Duo, you can ride with me." Trowa's voice drew my attention away from the two. "He is taking Quatre to a hospital on the east where Quatre will be safe and will acquire the help he may need. I am to take you to a hospital on the west coast." He explained.

"Where are we Trowa?" I wondered, following him to his Gundam.

"What was thought to be a deserted island off the coast of Florida." He replied.

"Florida? Jeez." I sighed. So close yet so far from civilization.

I was taken to a hospital on the west coast as Trowa had said. My story was that my brother, (who shall remain nameless though he was really tall, had green eyes and gravity defying hair and looking nothing like me,) and I had gone camping and had been trapped in the rain.

I was lucky and got off with the flu. But my /brother/ wouldn't tell me of Quatre's condition and don't even think about me asking Wufei. That pilot had a stick the size of Deathscythe's scythe up his ass, and I planned on keeping my braid until the end of the war, at least.

So, while I was left in complete and utter darkness Trowa and Wufei had taken me to a safe house. They knew what was happening, I found Trowa talking to Heero quite often and every time I'd ask about the small Sandrock pilot the bastard would hang up on me. After the fourth or fifth time he did it I had had enough. I cornered Trowa, okay so he didn't really fight me.

"Look." I spat. "I care about Quatre and I want to be with him!" I was ready to tear anything apart. It I had seen an OZ Mobil suit I would have torn it apart – without my Gundam.

Trowa calmly walked over to a desk and wrote something on a pad of paper, then ripped the top piece off the pad. His expression never changed as he came over to me, holding out the piece of paper. But his eyes told me that what he was feeling was worry. Quatre was his best friend.

I took the paper and read it. Quatre was still in Florida. I looked back at the Silencer and nodded my thanks. I grabbed my stuff and left the safe house, leaving with Deathscythe. I couldn't wait to get to my koi. Quatre remembered, he knew everything we did and all that was done to him.

All the way there all I could think about was Quatre. I didn't sleep at all, hell; I didn't even try to sleep. I don't even know how long it took me to get there but you should have seen the look on Heero's face when I stepped inside of Quatre's room. He was back to normal within seconds, but it made me laugh mentally. All I did was look at him. He understood my need and nodded, sitting back down in his chair at the end of the bed.

I sat down in another chair right beside the bed. The entire bed was incased in a heavy plastic, trapping Quatre inside it like a cage. He looked frail and I forced the lump in my throat down and I took a breath. "How is he?" I whispered, taking Quatre's really thin hand in my own using plastic gloves that were attached to the plastic around him.

"Pneumonia. He can hardly breath on his own and his heart was strained. I haven't gotten the CAT scan results yet, they haven't finished." Heero relied as if giving a report after a mission. I sighed as I looked over at him. His laptop was open and on, showing the hospital records on the screen. He had made Quatre a mission.

"Thanks Heero." I smiled softly, turning back to the blonde lying in the bed. I didn't know what else to say so I didn't say anything. Yes folks, Duo Maxwell had nothing to say.

"I wouldn't have destroyed him." Heero suddenly spoke as I studied all the bruises on Quatre's soft face, making it hard and ugly to look at…no, that's wrong; Quatre could never be ugly to look at. The dark marks only made me want to comfort him. I wanted to hold him in my arms and I planned on doing it once he was out. But for now, I would have to settle for holding his hand through plastic gloves.

"I'm glad. I'd have had to destroy you if you had." I was relieved that he wouldn't have harmed my Sandrock pilot. That meant Quatre had been watched over by someone I could trust.

"Duo, you're my partner. I wouldn't deny you happiness." Heero's voice was quiet and soft and I knew he was being sincere. But one word bothered me.

"Partner Hee-chan?" I looked at him and smiled. "What about friend? Or buddy? Or even former lover?" I whispered softly. I saw his expression weaken.

"Have you told him?" Heero whispered, which totally seemed out of character for me.

I smiled. "No, no time to. And now isn't the time. I might someday." Movement interrupted me and both Heero and I looked down at Quatre. His bright blue eyes caught the hospital light and they shined angelically. He looked at me and a smile crossed his face.

"Duo. You still have your hair down. I think it's beautiful like this." He whispered, talking seemed to be painful. I could see him struggling to breathe too.

"Shh Q, I'm here now. You need to get better for me kid." I said, gently caressing his hand…damn gloves. "That means lots and lots of rest." He nodded, getting the hint to go to sleep. After closing his eyes he was asleep moments after. They must have drugged him.

There was a beep from Heero's laptop. I looked at it and watched as Heero read the updated file. "Quatre suffered minor damage to his brain. The only noticeable difference should be his memory. Short term memory lose for a while, but not permanently." He explained to me.

"That's good." I guess it was anyway, it was better than what could have happened. "Do they say how long it will last?"

Heero shook his head. "Quatre should be perfectly fine in a few months." There was another beep and Heero went back to his computer. After a moment of silence, he looked up at me. "The doctor wants him to see a shrink…to help him with the rape." Heero informed me.

I flipped. "He can't see a shrink! They can pry easily and play mind games! They can hypnotize you! A shrink could easily find out that he's a Gundam pilot! That we're Gundam pilots!" I almost started to hyperventilate. Can you tell how much I like doctors? As I moved onto the floor beside the bed Heero knelt beside me.

"Quatre and I already talked about what happened to him. I believe he will be fine after time, as long as he's got someone he can trust to talk to." He said gently. "I know you take things personally, but he may not decide to come to you about it at all. But know that it's only because you watched what happened." He put an arm around my shoulders.

"He let them." I whispered as tears finally fell from my eyes. I knew this confused Heero, so I continued. "They wanted to hurt me but he wouldn't let them touch me because of my past. He begged them not to hurt me Hee-chan." I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry as I played over the memory, realizing something. "It was him they wanted anyway." I could have kicked myself or thrown up.

"What do you mean?" Heero had no idea about what we, about what /Quatre/ had gone through. Sure, Quat might have told him a few things, but he hadn't actually seen any of the shit we had gone through.

"The first thing they did when I got there was molest him, well, the guy stuck his hands into Quatre's suit and touched him anyway, and before that, when they found me one of them said something like 'The little one was a male'. And the other followed with 'Well you touched him long enough to figure that out' or something…Heero, they knew Quatre would try to stop them if they were to go after me." The arm around my shoulders tightened a little.

"I knew that too Duo-kun." A small childlike voice made Heero and I stand up to find that Quatre was awake again. "They would have hurt you if I had said nothing." He whispered as I moved beside him. Heero stood back. I knew he wouldn't leave, he had made Quatre a mission and it made me feel better.

"Don't think about it right now." I whispered, wanting so much to brush the hair from his eyes. "We're safe now and we'll get through everything together." I found his hand again through the plastic gloves and gently squeezed it.

Quatre smiled softly. "Thank you." His voice was soft and I could see that he had grown tired again. I would have stared into his eyes forever but they were closing. Yeah, yeah, I know it's sentimental and I'm Duo Maxwell, God of Death, yadda, yadda, but deal with it. Anyway, I smiled, telling him to go to sleep. He nodded, seeing my request and closed his eyes, but not before confessing something that made me, Shinigami and Heero, the Perfect Soldier blush a deep crimson red. "I already knew about you and Heero. /Every/one knew about you and Heero." He yawned and drifted back into sleep.

I looked at Heero at the same time he looked at me. We both began to laugh quietly.



TBC???