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Out of Control, Part 15

Veronica made her way down the long curving staircase of the Graphique Hotel. Being fine arts major, her talents laid in decorating and architecture, and the head of the design firm had given her this important and major project. Under her arm was a slim leather folder that housed her plans for the redesigning of the penthouses on the uppermost floors. She hummed to herself as her heeled foot hit each marble step.

A slightly amused smile graced her lips as she thought back to her sister's birthday the day before. It had been more entertaining than she could imagine and all she had done that night was stuff her fist in her mouth to keep her from laughing at Randy, who looked mutinous for most of the evening. Around Randy's wrist was a rope and Donavon, who had looked like a cat that swallowed the canary, was holding onto the other end. "And that shirt," she laughed to herself, "I wonder where he got that. And I can't believe he made her wear a shirt that said, "I'm Donavon's Woman, and I Do Whatever My Master Tells Me."  It was demeaning and very humiliating, but she was glad that he hadn't dumped her. She knew that Donavon would teach Randy a lesson in a manner that would be sure to humble her for years to come.

She didn't see him coming up the stairs until they almost collided. Her eyes widened several degrees, as did his. "Bobby."

"Well, isn't it the little mother to be," Bobby said sarcastically as his eyes raked over her. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Me either," she snapped in response as she took a step back. She eyed him coldly for a moment before trying to move past him. "Now, if you excuse me," she said, her tone haughty. She was brought up short when his hand locked around her wrist.

"Not so fast there, sweetheart," he drawled as he turned her to face him again. He didn't let go of her wrist and disregarded the icy look in her eyes. "I want to know something."

"Like what?'

"Are you one hundred percent sure that child is mine?"

The corner of her mouth twitched. "Yes, I'm one hundred percent sure it's yours."

"Good, I don't want to think you were using a child to trap me."

"Why in the hell would I want to trap you?"

"Because no man is going to want used goods and I'm the only one that wants you, baby," he smirked cruelly.

She flinched, but didn't let him see it. Grinding her teeth together, she restrained the impulse to smack the look off of his face, but the steps were steep and somewhat precarious. "Well, I don't want you and I know somebody that wants me," she shot back.

Bobby gave her a mocking look. "Are you sure about that? Last time I talked to Vaughn, he said he would never want anything that I've touched. That was who you were talking about, weren't you?"

This time she blanched. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. "He said that?"

"That's what he said…well, it went more like, and "I never wanted anything you had." And I take it to mean, that it includes you. You were mine…at one point," he pointed out. "So, Vaughn doesn't want you either."

Trembling with outraged fury, she clenched her hands together, gouging half moons in her palms, and breaking the thin skin. "Yes, he does," she said through clenched teeth.

Bobby wagged a finger in front of her face, only to have her swat it away. He regarded her with a sardonic smile. "That's not what I've come to believe."

Veronica snapped her mouth shut and didn't deign to answer him.

He gave her an amused look before grinning at her again. "I believe them kissing when they were kids had a lot to do with now. You see, I knew he had an enormous crush on her since I caught them making out in the closet at school. You were always second to her then too as you are now," he said, his tone silky.

Fury was leaping in her eyes the entire time during his cutting remarks. Her temper, much like her father's, boiled inside of her. Without thinking, she balled up her fist even more and let it fly.

Bobby saw it coming out of the corner of his eye. He caught it just before it would have hit him in the face. "Temper, temper,' he said in a sing song voice

Hot, blinding rage surged through her veins. With a vicious yank, she freed her wrist from his grasp. She didn't count being so close to the edge of the steps and her heel slipping off of it. Her hands clawed air as she fell back. A shriek escaped from her lips.

It took a split second for him to realize what was happening. He made a grab for her wrist, but it glanced his fingers. With a horrified look on his face he watched her fall down the steps to the carpeted marble floor below. "Shit!" he hissed as he ran down the steps. Despite their dissolved relationship, despite the fact that she now despised him, in no way did he ever want to see her get hurt. It was a twisted way of thinking, but he would never put her in the way of danger to inflict physical pain on her. Sliding to his knees beside her, her turned her head towards him, her golden hair spilling over the crimson carpet. Her eyes were closed. Fear welled up inside of him as he felt for her pulse against her throat. It thudded against his fingertips. Her breathing was shallow though. It was clear to him that she was knocked unconscious. He looked up at the people who were standing around. "Don't just stand there! Call an ambulance and call her father, Heero Yuy!" he yelled at them.

He looked back down at her, knowing well enough not to move her. "Man, oh, man, is he going to kill me," he muttered under his breath, thinking of the imposing figure of one Heero Yuy. He knew the man would want to kill him and rightly so. Veronica was a daddy's girl and her father was still considered one of the most dangerous men in the ESUN. Him being in his forties didn't change any of that. He swallowed hard. He dimly heard voices in the background, whispering and talking about what had just happened. Raking a hand through his hair, he had no idea how he was going to talk his way out of this one. "What if she doesn't wake up? I won't live to see another day once her father gets through with me and I can't say that I would blame him! She's…pregnant!" "OH SHIT!" exploded from his lips before he could check it. The thought struck him hard in the chest. In his panic, he had almost completely forgotten that she was carrying his child inside of her. "Fuck!" he said, quietly as he ran one hand down to her stomach. There was a slight roundness to it now and the probability of a woman losing a child in the first trimester was high. "She could miscarry and it would be my fault!" "WH    ERE'S THAT AMBULANCE!" he shouted again, knowing that if anything happened, he would have to live with the guilt of it for the rest of his life.

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Heero, meticulous as usual, and as Duo would say, "still anal as hell," cleaned one of his guns with the utmost care. He never really had to use them anymore, but out of habit, he kept them around. Peace might have existed for over twenty years, but there was always somebody or someone to ruin it. He didn't believe in taking chances. Not when it meant that the life of his wife would come into jeopardy. He looked down the barrel with a practiced eye before setting it aside and picked up the next one.

He had made sure that every one of his children could use one, much to Relena's disgust and annoyance, but the lives of his children were even more important than his own. He knew his son could take care of himself. Dominic was trained by him and had inherited all of his abilities. His daughters on the other hand, he trusted no one to protect them better than him. Even with Victoria married to Chris, did he trust no one but himself to adequately protect her. "Well, I trust him to some extent or else I wouldn't of let her marry the braided baka junior," he muttered as he inspected the gun in his hand as well before setting it down. A slight smirk touched his lips. He had taught Veronica and Victoria on that gun. Both of them were excellent shots for girls. "Victoria has given Chris a run for his money," he said with pride as he put the guns back in their cases and locked them.

His cell phone jolted him out of his thoughts as it jangled loudly on the table.  He picked it up. "Yuy here," he replied as he tucked the key back under his shirt collar, where he kept it on a chain. His eyes widened several degrees. His stomach dropped and he paled dramatically under his deep tan. Controlling his fear, he gave the person at the other end a monotone reply, "I'll be right there." With fear clutching his heart, he ran from the room.

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Bobby sat out in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting to hear from the doctors who took Veronica into the emergency room. He was also waiting for the arrival of Heero Yuy. Wiping his slick palms on the pants' leg of his khakis, he steeled his nerves for that impending wrath he knew would come. He didn't have to wait too long when he saw Heero burst through the doors. He instinctively shrank back against the wall, and rightly so when those cold Prussian blue eyes finally fell on him. "I'm going to die," he mumbled, as he stood up on shaky legs, ready as he was ever going to be, to take the punishment. "Heero," he stuttered, not being able to help himself.

Red washed over Heero's gaze as he looked at Bobby Arquette. Fury was ripping through him, but he knew blinding anger didn't get you anywhere. With calculated steps, he walked towards the fear filled, pale looking boy, with sadistic thoughts running through his mind. He paused, inches away from him, glancing at him before calmly and deliberately, slamming the boy into the wall behind him. "What the hell did you do to my daughter?" he growled, barely able to keep his temper in check.

He felt like he was going to shit bricks. He was paralyzed as those eyes gazed at him with diabolical intent. He felt like he was going to choke from the grip that Heero had on his shirt collar. Breathing was an effort and the man wanted him to talk. He did the best he could. "I…I…Veronica…. and…I got into a…f…fight…she tried…to hit…m…me…I…avoided it…and she…pulled back…so fast…she lost her balance…on the steps…I tried to catch…her…but it happened too fast and…I missed…she's unconscious…I didn't mean… to…honest…"

"What did you say to her?" Heero bit out, slamming him into the wall again for emphasis. He was aware of the people around him, standing back and giving him a wide berth. "Tell me!"

"I told her…that…Vaughn…didn't want her…. because she was…second to Randy…and that…. he wouldn't…want what…I had…which included…her…"

"You little son of a bitch!"

Bobby felt like melting into the floor. There was no mistaking the rage lighting those Prussian blue orbs in front of him. And there was no mistaking the strength the man possessed either. "…I didn't mean for this to happen…I swear…"

"You better start praying, is what I'm thinking because if anything at all happens to her…I will kill you with a flick of my wrist…" Heero threatened in a low voice, in which he couldn't hide his wrath.

"Mister Yuy, your daughter is coming to."

Heero heard the doctor and gradually let go of Bobby. His hands remained balled into tight fists, knowing that if he didn't, there was no stopping him from choking the life out of the young man cowering in front of him. Instead, one of them cracked into the wall beside the boy's head. It left a gaping hole in the plaster with tiny hairline cracks radiating from it. "You come near her again, I will kill you in the slowest way imaginable, and I know several ways to make the pain last for hours on end," he warned in a dangerous soft voice before he turned on his heel and followed the doctor.

Bobby eyes were still wide, realizing how close that fist had been to his head. He slumped down into the chair again. His legs felt like jelly and his blood was running cold in his veins. He felt like throwing up. He knew Heero had meant what he said. There was no mistaking the dire warning in the older man's eyes. Bracing himself against the chair, he finally was able to stand on wobbly legs and walk himself out of the hospital.

Veronica cracked open her eyes open and turned her head on the pillow. She could still remember her father's relieved eyes when she had first woken up. A dull pounding lingered in her head from her fall. All she remembered was shrieking and Bobby's fingers brushing against her wrist as she fell. After that, her mind was blank until she woke up in the emergency room with her father standing over her. She was surprised to find out that Bobby had called the ambulance for her and had stayed until her father came. Now, as she turned her head she saw her father, standing by the window, holding onto her mother, his face buried against her neck. "It's rare to see dad lean on mom like that. This must have upset him more than he let me see."

She continued to watch her parents, him still holding onto her. The soft murmur of her mother's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't make out what she was saying to him. She noticed that her mother was wearing that soft blue suit, which she knew her father liked the best on her. The knee length skirt was hemmed with a satin ribbon of the same color, as well as the hem of the collarless jacket and it's buttons. The pale golden hair was still in its soft chignon. She always knew her mother to be impeccably dressed for any occasion. The glimmering moon spilled through the partially open blinds, illuminating them in a halo of light.

A smile crossed her lips as she thought back to that morning, before she entered the breakfast room, seeing her mother already in there, she had been ready to go in herself, but her father's unexpected appearance stopped her. Standing behind the door she quietly observed them. A smile touched her mother's lips as he covered her eyes with his hand and brushed a pale pink rose against her cheek. It wasn't often that anyone saw his emotions on display and it fascinated her as she watched her mother turn and press a kiss on his cheek, before he cupped her chin and kissed her on the mouth. Glancing away for a few minutes, she returned her eyes back towards them. He was tracing her jaw with his fingers, smiling at her with that smile that was only reserved for her mother. Although his emotions were hardly mirrored on his face, his eyes always told a different story. Veronica never doubted her father's love for her or her siblings. Her mother even said there were only three times that he ever cried and it was the time that her and her siblings were born. "And everyone always says that my dad is the one with the strength, but as I see now, it's mom. She gives him the strength to get through things. If anything ever happened to her, dad would go insane, and then get ready to kill. I guess this is the same way with me right now."

"Mom, dad," she said as she leaned up on her elbows. She winced; feeling like her body had been dragged through hell and back.

Relena turned towards the sound of her child's voice. "Veronica," she said, relieved as she let go of Heero and went over to her, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad you're all right."

Veronica wrapped her arms around her mother's waist and closed her eyes, breathing in the comforting scent of her mother's perfume. "I just hurt all over, but I'm ok. I'm a Yuy remember," she said, her voice muffled against her mother's suit.

"That you are, but like any Yuy, you are not invincible as you think you are," Relena said as she tilted her daughter's face up to look at it. "You gave your father and I quite a scare."

"I know, I'm sorry," she replied as she looked over at him, still by the window. With the moon backlighting him, it made it near impossible to discern the emotions in his eyes and face. She looked back into the eyes that resembled her own. "Are they going to keep me over night?"

A sad smile touched her lips. "I'm afraid so. But it's only for tonight to make sure that the baby is ok," Relena said as she let her hand glide over the darker golden hair. "Your father is staying. He insisted on it."

Veronica looked back over at him. "You'll stay with me?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Heero replied as he approached the bed. He stood by his wife's side and brushed his fingers against the smooth skin of her cheek. His nerves were still frayed after several hours. Freaking out like he had was almost alien to him since he tried not to lose his temper in public. The going ballistic in public was more Duo's style. "I want to make sure they take good care of you."

She gave him a smile. "Thank you, dad."

"Anytime," he replied again. He looked back at Relena. The soothing sound of her voice and touch had calmed him down to a more acceptable level. He depended on her more than he let people know. She was what held him together. His fingers found hers, gripping them tight for a moment. "You better get home now and let the others know that she's all right."

"All right, call if you need anything," Relena said as she looked up into his Prussian blue eyes. She squeezed his fingers back in reassurance, knowing that he needed her to quiet his ragged nerves from time to time. "I love you, darling," she said as she bent and pressed a kiss on Veronica's cheek.

"Love you too, mom," she answered as she gave her mother a thin smile.

Relena touched her daughter's hair once more before she looked towards Heero again. She placed her hand against his heart and leaned up on her toes and whispered, "I love you." The feel of his warm hand covering hers, and pressing against him, was his sign that he returned her sentiment. Smiling once again, their hands slid apart. She took her leave, her pale blue pumps clicking quietly on the tiled floor as a Preventer followed in her wake as usual. "I hope everything is all right," she whispered to herself as she stood in the elevator and watched the silvery door slide closed.

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Veronica looked back up at her father. "Are you all right?" she asked, as she covered her mouth as she yawned.

"I'm all right, knowing that you're all right," Heero said as he glanced her cheek again with his fingertips. "Why don't you go back to sleep and before you know it, it'll be morning and you can come home."

"That sounds good to me," she said as she snuggled under the sheets again.

In his concern, Heero bent his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead, and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders. "I love you, Veronica," he whispered.

Tears filled her eyes as the words washed over her. "I love you too, dad," she said as she gave him a sleepy smile. Her eyes felt heavy once again and she immediately dropped back into slumber.

He pushed the lump down in his throat as he looked down at her. He removed one stray curl from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. "Sleep well, my little angel," he murmured again before he took his post by the window to gaze out on the moonlit night.

Hours later…a sharp cry rang through the silent halls.

A/N: Well? Stay tuned for more! XOXO!!