Yay! I posted more! Okay, Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam IWng and ladida.
Every one I will probably not be able to post more for a week or so. I have musical auditions twice and I am seeing Lord of the RIngs at 12:01 so I'll be catching up on sleep, slowly but surely. Not to mention I work everyday as well so . . . here's the story. I tried to make it longer ^^* (or as my friend lys would say ^^^* ( she wants to be a triclops ::shrugs::))
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"ahem . . ."
Quatre was drained. He couldn't eat anything because of the overwhelming grief he was experiencing, not to mention guilt. Heero wouldn't tell them what had happened, so it was up to guess. Quatre had tried to eat something, but it had come right up again. He knew his body couldn't handle this any longer and he could think of no alternatives. Right now he was lying in his bed, too tired to move, so instead he let one slow tear of frustration burn down his cheek. He heard the door open, but didn't move, knowing if they wanted something they could ask.
"Quatre?" A quiet monotone voice asked cautiously.
"Yes Trowa?" Quatre did his best to hide the exhaustion and frustration he was feeling.
"Are you alright?" Quatre's only response was silence. "I'm going to talk to Heero, he's going to make both of you sick." Quatre wanted to call out and make him change his mind but he was too tired and any possibility of relief would be greatly appreciated.
Heero didn't look up when Trowa entered the room, just continued staring at his hands. "Heero, you need to stop this." The voice was gentle but there was definite authority in it. Heero looked at Trowa blankly and then his eyes began to burn with rage.
"How dare you say that!" Heero stood and pinned Trowa to a wall, "You have no idea what I'm going through! None of you do."
"Quatre does," Trowa responded quietly. "He hasn't been able to rest for nearly 30 hours. He can't eat or sleep, your emotions will kill him!" The last three words pierced through the haze fogging Heero's mind. He dropped Trowa and after a moment of thought went to the bathroom and came out again with a syringe and a bottle. He handed them to Trowa.
"Here," Trowa looked confused. "It's a knockout drug, administer it to me so that Quatre can rest. I can't block my emotions, nor push them away. I've been doing that too long." Trowa hesitated, before piercing Heero's arm. He quickly slumped over and Trowa laid him on the bed. He watched him moment before turning to check on Quatre, leaning against the door for support. His face had lost some of it's stress wrinkles and had become merely fatigued.
"You shouldn't be up," Trowa admonished.
"I know but I want to get something to eat while I have the chance." Quatre turned and began down the stairs. He stumbled slightly but warm steadying hands caught him, helping him to his seat.
"What do you want, macaroni is my specialty," Trowa's face remained stoic but it was obviously an attempt at a joke. Though to say there was no truth in this would be a lie. Trowa's cooking abilities were very limited, and he tended to stick with the basics. Quatre smiled, more from the need for a smile than amusement. Laughter had always been provided by Duo, rarely a day went by when he didn't make them all laugh, inwardly or outwardly, with his jokes. Knowing that those days were gone was becoming unbearable. Not able to feel Heero's guilt and sorrow, Quatre own emotions were catching up to him. Slowly, tears began to stream down his face, but soon his body was racked with silent sobs. Trowa, oblivious to this, returned with some macaroni and cheese. Upon seeing Quatre, he set it down and kneeled next to him, clutching Quatre's hands in his own. His face mirrored Quatre's emotions but no tears accompanied them.
"Quatre?" Quatre looked up at Trowa in surprise at the friendly gesture. He wanted to explain the loss he was feeling, and almost did, except he saw it in Trowa's eyes too. The thought of Duo being gone forever was agonizingly painful. Understanding flashed between them, and after several minutes, Trowa stood and served Quatre his meal.
~On the way~
Duo was tired, he couldn't move another muscle. Even the thought of moving again scared him. It may be only three or four miles as the crow flies, but using streets and lawns, it was easily six. His mind and body were stressed to the limit, he kept worrying about Heero. What if he had been hurt in battle? Duo wasn't there to help him, what if Heero had died. 'Stop it!' The logical part of his head said, 'There would have been reports on the news if one of the pilots had died on the battlefield.' He was making his head hurt more with all his worrying. Out here in this deserted field, there was nothing to distract him from his anxiety. With the worrying was coming the realization for how deeply he cared for Heero, and with the realization came determination, from which sprouted strength. Duo pulled himself up and once again began staggering along the road, sweating with the effort. It was a cool autumn day and the chill made it's way to his bones. All he wanted was to rest in Heero's arms. Perhaps he made it a block before his strength once again waned and this time he knew no amount of determination could keep him going. He settled himself with a shiver against a tree, effectively hiding him from the road, with that he let himself drift into sleep. . .
TBC
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Okay I did it after a lot of procrastination I wrote another chapter. Umm . . . I won't write more for about a week (explanation at top of page) I don't know when you are reading this but today is 12/15/02
As always read and review and I may write another chapter. Oh yeah, Blinky, sorry about the typos and shortness ^^* Umm . . . Does anyone else want me to e-mail when I pst? If you do I will ^^* Answer in Review.
~Emily
Every one I will probably not be able to post more for a week or so. I have musical auditions twice and I am seeing Lord of the RIngs at 12:01 so I'll be catching up on sleep, slowly but surely. Not to mention I work everyday as well so . . . here's the story. I tried to make it longer ^^* (or as my friend lys would say ^^^* ( she wants to be a triclops ::shrugs::))
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"ahem . . ."
Quatre was drained. He couldn't eat anything because of the overwhelming grief he was experiencing, not to mention guilt. Heero wouldn't tell them what had happened, so it was up to guess. Quatre had tried to eat something, but it had come right up again. He knew his body couldn't handle this any longer and he could think of no alternatives. Right now he was lying in his bed, too tired to move, so instead he let one slow tear of frustration burn down his cheek. He heard the door open, but didn't move, knowing if they wanted something they could ask.
"Quatre?" A quiet monotone voice asked cautiously.
"Yes Trowa?" Quatre did his best to hide the exhaustion and frustration he was feeling.
"Are you alright?" Quatre's only response was silence. "I'm going to talk to Heero, he's going to make both of you sick." Quatre wanted to call out and make him change his mind but he was too tired and any possibility of relief would be greatly appreciated.
Heero didn't look up when Trowa entered the room, just continued staring at his hands. "Heero, you need to stop this." The voice was gentle but there was definite authority in it. Heero looked at Trowa blankly and then his eyes began to burn with rage.
"How dare you say that!" Heero stood and pinned Trowa to a wall, "You have no idea what I'm going through! None of you do."
"Quatre does," Trowa responded quietly. "He hasn't been able to rest for nearly 30 hours. He can't eat or sleep, your emotions will kill him!" The last three words pierced through the haze fogging Heero's mind. He dropped Trowa and after a moment of thought went to the bathroom and came out again with a syringe and a bottle. He handed them to Trowa.
"Here," Trowa looked confused. "It's a knockout drug, administer it to me so that Quatre can rest. I can't block my emotions, nor push them away. I've been doing that too long." Trowa hesitated, before piercing Heero's arm. He quickly slumped over and Trowa laid him on the bed. He watched him moment before turning to check on Quatre, leaning against the door for support. His face had lost some of it's stress wrinkles and had become merely fatigued.
"You shouldn't be up," Trowa admonished.
"I know but I want to get something to eat while I have the chance." Quatre turned and began down the stairs. He stumbled slightly but warm steadying hands caught him, helping him to his seat.
"What do you want, macaroni is my specialty," Trowa's face remained stoic but it was obviously an attempt at a joke. Though to say there was no truth in this would be a lie. Trowa's cooking abilities were very limited, and he tended to stick with the basics. Quatre smiled, more from the need for a smile than amusement. Laughter had always been provided by Duo, rarely a day went by when he didn't make them all laugh, inwardly or outwardly, with his jokes. Knowing that those days were gone was becoming unbearable. Not able to feel Heero's guilt and sorrow, Quatre own emotions were catching up to him. Slowly, tears began to stream down his face, but soon his body was racked with silent sobs. Trowa, oblivious to this, returned with some macaroni and cheese. Upon seeing Quatre, he set it down and kneeled next to him, clutching Quatre's hands in his own. His face mirrored Quatre's emotions but no tears accompanied them.
"Quatre?" Quatre looked up at Trowa in surprise at the friendly gesture. He wanted to explain the loss he was feeling, and almost did, except he saw it in Trowa's eyes too. The thought of Duo being gone forever was agonizingly painful. Understanding flashed between them, and after several minutes, Trowa stood and served Quatre his meal.
~On the way~
Duo was tired, he couldn't move another muscle. Even the thought of moving again scared him. It may be only three or four miles as the crow flies, but using streets and lawns, it was easily six. His mind and body were stressed to the limit, he kept worrying about Heero. What if he had been hurt in battle? Duo wasn't there to help him, what if Heero had died. 'Stop it!' The logical part of his head said, 'There would have been reports on the news if one of the pilots had died on the battlefield.' He was making his head hurt more with all his worrying. Out here in this deserted field, there was nothing to distract him from his anxiety. With the worrying was coming the realization for how deeply he cared for Heero, and with the realization came determination, from which sprouted strength. Duo pulled himself up and once again began staggering along the road, sweating with the effort. It was a cool autumn day and the chill made it's way to his bones. All he wanted was to rest in Heero's arms. Perhaps he made it a block before his strength once again waned and this time he knew no amount of determination could keep him going. He settled himself with a shiver against a tree, effectively hiding him from the road, with that he let himself drift into sleep. . .
TBC
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Okay I did it after a lot of procrastination I wrote another chapter. Umm . . . I won't write more for about a week (explanation at top of page) I don't know when you are reading this but today is 12/15/02
As always read and review and I may write another chapter. Oh yeah, Blinky, sorry about the typos and shortness ^^* Umm . . . Does anyone else want me to e-mail when I pst? If you do I will ^^* Answer in Review.
~Emily