All right, I'm sorry. I didn't know the last chap was so short, so I posted another real quick. Hope you don't mind.
I don't own Gundam Wing.
"Have you seen Jin?" Trowa asked as he entered the hangar where Heero and Duo could normally be found after classes ended. Wufei was already inside as well.
"You or Duo would be the ones to know where she is," Heero said a little spitefully.
"I know. I'm supposed to take her to the doctor today and I can't find her," Trowa said, surveying the hangar to see if Jin was hidden in some dark corner.
"Doctor?" Heero asked, sounding very worried.
"Why doesn't she see Sally?" Wufei asked.
Trowa mentally slapped himself for letting the bit about the doctor slip. "That's what I suggested," he admitted, "but she's going to see a specialist." Trowa tapped the side of his head. "She's worried about the interrogation chips."
A mix of horror and concern flooded over all their faces when Trowa mentioned the chips. Heero looked like he needed a bag to breathe into.
"Trowa?" her voice called from the doorway.
Duo had to tackle Heero to keep him from rushing up to Jin. Trowa made his way back across the hangar quickly.
"I'll be back soon, Heero," she said, sorrow permeating though her voice. "I promise."
Shrugging Duo off of him, Heero watched her leave with Trowa. He sat down heavily on the metal grid stairs leading to the G-force acceleration module, head in his hands.
"I don't know what to do," he whined.
Wufei sat down on one side of him and Duo sat on the other, for support. "What's been going on, Heero?" Duo asked.
Without thinking, Heero reached into his pocket and began to finger some object. "I just don't know what's been going on. Jin has been acting hot and cold over the last three or four months. Every time I ask her what's wrong she gets defensive about it. And since we've moved here," Heero took his hand out of his pocket and began playing with the object in the open air "…she's been spending more nights with Duo and Trowa than she has with me. I wake up in a cold bed every morning." He stared at the object held between his fingers. "I just want her back in my life."
Duo stared open-mouthed at what Heero was holding. He saw the reflection of the ceiling lights glint across the smooth surface. The ring was simple and silver, with only a narrow line of small white-blue gems sparkling in a circle around the band.
"How long have you had that?" Duo managed to rasp.
Heero's eyes snapped back to life, as if he finally realized that he'd had the ring out of his pocket. He sighed. "It's been in my pocket for about five months now. It gets heavier every day. Every time I think of her."
Wufei put a hand on Heero's shoulder, making the teary eyed soldier look at him. "Don't waste any more time. Tell her how you feel."
"But I'm afraid…"
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Trowa stabbed yet another unsuspecting noodle with his fork. He should be enjoying himself. He should be engaged in pleasant conversation with the beautiful and intelligent girl sitting across from him, rather than blanketing their table in cold silence.
Who was he kidding? Willameena was dull. She wasn't that pretty, and the smart girl had little to say other than talking about her latest project for the security system. And that option of conversation topic had been exhausted before the waiter had even come to take their orders. Trowa found his thoughts wandering to Jin.
He wished he hadn't had to leave her at the medical center, but he had already been thirty minutes late for his date with Willameena. Jin insisted that she'd be fine, that he could go out and have fun tonight. Trowa remembered the worried look on her face, the way she held a hand timidly to her stomach as if she were afraid they'd cut her open. Those doctors attached more discs and electrodes to her than Trowa had ever seen. It had been hard to stand next to her still body, holding her hand and hoping for the best possible news.
But he wasn't sure what good news actually would be.
Ring!
"Oh my goodness," Willameena said as she reached under the table for purse. Within moments she had a handheld communicator in her hand – too small for a vid screen but it served the same purpose. "I'm so sorry, Trowa," she said to him before turning her attention to the small device in her hands. "What is it?"
Trowa didn't listen too closely as he heard her say "Uh huh," and "What! A virus in the main security grid of the Academy?!" She hurried and ended her call. "I'm sorry Trowa, but there's been a huge problem at work…"
"It's ok," he heard himself say as he stood and pulled out her chair for her. "I understand completely. Thank you for a lovely evening." She scurried out of the restaurant. Why did I ever say that it was a lovely evening? he thought to himself. This evening with Willameena was even worse than yesterday with Stacy.
"Is this seat taken?"
Trowa looked up to see Jin sitting in Willameena's abandoned chair. He shook his head no.
"I hope you don't mind, but I planted a little virus in the comp system of the Academy," she said with a sly smile, "so your date won't be joining us for the rest of the evening."
"You did that?"
"Yep." Jin was practically beaming. "Just a little one, nothing to cause harm. The lights will just go on for fifteen minutes, then go off for fifteen minutes. Only a minor upset." She used her fingers to pick up and eat a vegetable off of Willameena's plate. "So how was the date?"
"In definite need of rescuing," Trowa answered. "I think she picks these girls just to make herself look better and better…"
"Bingo!" Jin interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Don't you get it yet, Trowa? Roddy likes you. She does this whole 'set Trowa up on a date' thing to get you to give up on dating anyone. Until she makes her move, of course."
"No way," he said, stabbing another noodle and bringing it into his mouth. First, he'd had a horrible time with Jin at the doctor because something was obviously wrong with her, but he didn't know what. Then, he'd had to endure a horrendous evening with a wet mop. Now, Jin was pretending that nothing was wrong and trying to give him love advice, when her own love life was falling apart!
"She gives you a hug hello every morning…she doesn't mind that you call her Rod…" Jin's voice was trying to convince Trowa. "You should tell her you like her."
"I'll tell her I like her when you tell Heero what's been bothering you for the last few months!" Trowa said in an uncomfortably loud burst.
Jin just stared at him, challenging him with her eyes. Trowa did not back down. Reaching into her pocket without breaking eye contact, she pulled out a mobile communicator and dialed a number on it. She continued to stare at Trowa while she waited for someone to answer on the other end of the communication line.
Over the tiny speaker, Trowa heard Heero's voice say, "Hai?" as he answered the ringing communicator at their Academy quarters.
"Heero, I'm pregnant," Jin said, still staring coldly at Trowa. Trowa heard a crashing sound over the speaker before Jin calmly switched off the communication. "So shall you dial her number or shall I?"
Trowa's mouth hung open slightly. Jin was pregnant!? Why didn't she tell him? Why didn't he notice? Why was she trying to keep it such a secret? "Jesus, Jin," he breathed, "you didn't even warn him to sit down first before you said something."
She glared at him harder. "So shall you dial her number or shall I?" she repeated with a promise of death laced in her voice.
Trowa got up and threw a few bills of money onto the table, to cover the cost of the food and tip. He grabbed Jin by the arm and started to escort her out of the restaurant. "I'll tell her in the morning. Right now I'm going to take you home so you can check to see if Heero's still breathing."
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Shocking, huh?