I HAVE GOOD NEWS!!! My first girl cousin was born this week. She is so
adorable!!!!! I'm so excited!!!!! ANyway, I warned you that it would be
awhile and it's only been a week! Certain authors wait months to update .
. . ::glares at certain authors::
DISCLAIMER!!!! I don't own GW or anything of the sort unless you count dvds as ownership except i don't really own those, there more of a loan . . .
Some of you may have noticed that I upped the genre to angst as the main genre . . . I nearly cried while wrting this. Worry not though because . . .
THERE IS A EPILOGUE AFTER THIS!!!!!
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"ahem . . ."
"Give it to him." Heero's voice was monotone, none of his emotion was betrayed with those four simple words that sounded so simple so easy to say but weren't. Quatre knew, he could feel the worry broiling within him, and it hurt him nearly as much as it hurt Heero. Serei's face took on a determined gleam and her hands were steady as she prepared the syringe. She walked to Duo and administered the virus into his left bicep. Duo shivered and awoke. He turned and glared at her.
"I thought we agreed no more of these sleeping drugs?!" He argued furiously. Serei sadi nothing, she properly disposed of the needle in a mini sharps container and grabbing Kari's arm they left the room. All four boys gathered around Duo's bed, as he glared at their retreating forms.
"How are you feeling Duo?" Quatre asked, trying not to let any of his apprehension show.
Duo ignored the question, instead asking one of his own, "Why did ya let her drug me again Heero?" Heero looked down at the young American, at a loss for words. Quatre sensing Heero's need to be alone with Duo, departed and Wufei and Trowa, catching the hint left too. None of them wanted to leave, as this may be the last time they could talk to Duo, but Heero had been brooding about him for days now, they could go see him when Heero was through.
"Where are they going?" Duo asked nonchalantly, Heero in turn, ignored this question and stared thoughtfully at the one person able to squirm his way into his heart. Duo raised an eyebrow at Heero's silence but didn't stop talking.
"You never answered me. Why did you let her drug me?" Heero shifted uncomfortably. Duo's brow furrowed in thought. Heero never avoided a question without a good reason. "Heero?"
"It was a ... cure. What was originally injected into you was a virus that may kill you, so she had to inject something else to counteract the the virus." Duo looked perplexed, but didn't seem to have any more questions concerning that subject.
"Okay . . . So what's for supper?" Heero answered this question and many others, savoring the sound of Duo's voice in his ear, even sick, the voice was soothing and cheering. Duo's eyes began to droop once more and Heero escaped into the hallway and allowed Quatre, Trowa and Wufei in.
~*~*~In the Hallway~*~*~
They had all waited outside the door, not listening, just wanting to be nearby in case something, anything happened. Wufei paced the hallway for a moment, then claimed hunger and went downstairs to think. Quatre sagged against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor. He watched from between his knees as Trowa seemed to follow Wufei down the steps. Alone, Quatre stopped holding in his emotions. No actual tears were released but a violent shaking racked his body. He felt sick with worry and anxiety. There were so many things that he wanted right now and none of them seemed to be willing to come true.
A pair of warm hands settled on his shoulders, in a comforting manner. Quatre looked up and there was Trowa, looking down at him compassionately. The comfort was too much for the poor exhausted teen, and he began to weep into Trowa's pant leg. Trowa, pulled Quatre away, and Quatre prepared to take the rebuff but there was none to come. What happened then was even more surprising. He wrapped Quatre up in his arms and kissed him gently, as if on a bubble, connecting softly with the mat of silky hair covering Quatre's head. Quatre jerked his head up, knocking Trowa in the teeth, but Trowa just placed Quatre's head back on his shoulder. He then stroked Quatre's hair softly. He didn't know what made him do this but it felt like the right thing to do. Quatre's eyes widened, shock was evident but no repulsion. Encouraged Trowa stroked Quatre's hair, slowly pulling it away from his forehead and letting it fall back into place. Tentatively Quatre reached up and moved Trowa's enormous bang out of his emerald eyes, something he had longed to do since they'd first met. He stared steadily into them, and there eyes glittered in excitement. Quatre shivered and leaned upward, daring to approach his lips . . .
When footsteps announced the arrival of Wufei. Startled they both jumped to their feet, shifting guiltily. Wufei looked mildly uncomfortable, but it would be more embarrassing to turn and leave now. The stood in an awkward silence for several minutes, luckily though Heero came out shortly, allowing them to go in and talk to the ill Shinigami.
~*~*~One Day Later~*~*~
Heero sat by Duo's bed and typed busily on his computer, though his thoughts were far away. 'Duo hasn't woken since yesterday. Serei said that was normal since his body needs all the energy it can get . . .' He glanced once more at the still form, paranoia causing him to check for the rise and fall of his chest often. 'What are we going to do about them anyway . . . They know too much too let them live, then again they didn't know they were Gundam Pilots . . . Duo needs food' Heero decided and stood to prepare some.
On his way back up, he met Quatre in the hallway about to check on Duo as well. Quatre opened the door for Heero, who walked in and immediately dropped the tray he was carrying. Quatre beat him in the race to Duo's side, for there he was thrashing in his bed, whimpers ripping themselves from his throat. His face was screwed up in pain and his arms were clenching the bedsheets, which were no longer tucked into the bed. Quatre put a soothing hand on Duo's cheek, while Heero tried to contain the thrashing.
"SEREI! TROWA! WUFEEEIII!!!!" Quatre screamed out, hoping for some help of any form. Duo's body was struggling vainly in the grip of the Perfect Soldier. Thunderous footsteps were heard running up the stairs and Trowa and Wufei's forms appeared in the open doorway. They rushed to the struggling pilots side, aiding in anyway they could.
~*~*~ Elsewhere~*~*~
Serei and Kari sat back, in a shuttle, headed for a colony far away. There escape had been mere luck. Serei knew they wouldn't let them live, whether or not the young man lived, they were trained as soldiers and they knew the only way to dispose of a threat was to kill it. Serei felt remorse at having to leave the braided youth, but knew that this was their only chance to escape, while they were preoccupied with their friend. Little did she know that the only reason they had escaped unnoticed was the sudden transformation in Duo's condition.
"Serei?" Kari spoke up, "Do you have any idea what we are gonna do?"
"The same as we have always, we'll have to connect with Bill and Jerry and have them tell Sarge . . ." Serei trailed off, not wanting too much to be overheard, purposefully or accidentally. Sarge was the head of their small rebel information team. They found out the information on Oz and sold it to rebel groups they supported. It was their way of helping to bring down Oz, and they were damn good at it. Serei had stolen some poor business man's laptop and was currently checking their assignments. She was able to send word to Sarge about their status and current predicament. Halfway through the trip he responded with a new assignment and a promise of punishments for their actions. Their employers would meet them at their docking station when they landed.
Walking off the shuttle, fatigued and hungry, they looked around. The only people there, were too old men, one had a crazy mushroom haircut and humongous nose, both were wearing lab coats and, had they been in a crowd, would've stuck out like sore thumbs. The two crazy looking men walked towards them, hands outstretched, in a clear greeting. . .
~*~*~Safehouse~*~*~
Duo's struggles were weaker now, but only because, after an hour and a half thrashing, his body was weakening and didn't have the energy to lash out anymore. All 4 boys watched warily, hoping against hope that his struggles were a good thing, that his pain was for good cause. None of them spoke all their thoughts were focused on one boy, lying busily on the bed. For even though they were soldiers, they were still boys and within each of them was the need to be cared for and appreciated, and among each other that need was fulfilled. Not in the maternal way, but in a different and sometimes deeper way, for none of them were born of the other. All comraderie and in some cases more than that, was from the understanding that each boy had gone through something terrible, but there were others who had experienced the same pain, in some way, and that person was on their side. Too watch one of the few who understood, and the one who was able to let them forget the pain, wither away helplessly was heartbreaking. All of their faces were strained as they watched Duo's breaths become caught in his chest and his body rolled back and forth several times.
Slowly the breaths became more spaced out and his body shivered instead of rolling. They all watched apprehensively, unconsciously holding their breaths. Suddenly, Duo's from stilled. Quatre clutched Duo's hand and kneeled beside the bed. Heero felt his legs go weak and sat in a chair near the bed and hung his head. The struggle was finally over.
TBC . . .
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This actually is a cliffhanger, whether or not you know it. If I could only tell you the number of people who threatened me last chapter. Actually i will tell you (and don't worry, i took them to heart, read the epilogue)
Yashatenshi: So, I'm not gonna get a virus but i wonder what you'd do . . .
Pandora Chan: If I recall correctly you killed off Duo in your fic! Why are you threatening me?
Mich Maxwell: Ah, yes. My friendly correspondance friend. You are going to destroy me? That would be sad cause then i couldn't email you and talk (Everyone, feel free to do the same)
Then the nice people who gave me nice reviews and told me that under no circumstances could Duo die.
Kate: All I have to say is that: 'beggars can't be choosers'
Violet Tears: I have a rather hard time resisting chibi eyed pouts . . .
D*A: I don't lie.
Serafina: Stress isn't good . . . though it is sometimes effective (like when you have a twenty page paper due in two days and you haven't even started it)
OKAY!!! EVERYONE Please review and tell me your opinions . .. i don't mind the death threats and I can handle flames . . . Review and tell me what you think, what you wanna know in the epilogue and what i've done wrong so far . . . I have exams this week, so depending on my procrastination levels, it will probably be another week at least before the epilogue. Umm, I still haven't decided if i wanna write an alternate ending is anyone interested? I'm writing it anyway but . . . Ummm anyway . . D*A I wasn't offended or anything, didn't mean to sound that way ^^*
~Emily Review = more story P. S. If you are bored for the wait read my other attempt at a story adn tell me if I should finish it . . . ^^*
DISCLAIMER!!!! I don't own GW or anything of the sort unless you count dvds as ownership except i don't really own those, there more of a loan . . .
Some of you may have noticed that I upped the genre to angst as the main genre . . . I nearly cried while wrting this. Worry not though because . . .
THERE IS A EPILOGUE AFTER THIS!!!!!
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"ahem . . ."
"Give it to him." Heero's voice was monotone, none of his emotion was betrayed with those four simple words that sounded so simple so easy to say but weren't. Quatre knew, he could feel the worry broiling within him, and it hurt him nearly as much as it hurt Heero. Serei's face took on a determined gleam and her hands were steady as she prepared the syringe. She walked to Duo and administered the virus into his left bicep. Duo shivered and awoke. He turned and glared at her.
"I thought we agreed no more of these sleeping drugs?!" He argued furiously. Serei sadi nothing, she properly disposed of the needle in a mini sharps container and grabbing Kari's arm they left the room. All four boys gathered around Duo's bed, as he glared at their retreating forms.
"How are you feeling Duo?" Quatre asked, trying not to let any of his apprehension show.
Duo ignored the question, instead asking one of his own, "Why did ya let her drug me again Heero?" Heero looked down at the young American, at a loss for words. Quatre sensing Heero's need to be alone with Duo, departed and Wufei and Trowa, catching the hint left too. None of them wanted to leave, as this may be the last time they could talk to Duo, but Heero had been brooding about him for days now, they could go see him when Heero was through.
"Where are they going?" Duo asked nonchalantly, Heero in turn, ignored this question and stared thoughtfully at the one person able to squirm his way into his heart. Duo raised an eyebrow at Heero's silence but didn't stop talking.
"You never answered me. Why did you let her drug me?" Heero shifted uncomfortably. Duo's brow furrowed in thought. Heero never avoided a question without a good reason. "Heero?"
"It was a ... cure. What was originally injected into you was a virus that may kill you, so she had to inject something else to counteract the the virus." Duo looked perplexed, but didn't seem to have any more questions concerning that subject.
"Okay . . . So what's for supper?" Heero answered this question and many others, savoring the sound of Duo's voice in his ear, even sick, the voice was soothing and cheering. Duo's eyes began to droop once more and Heero escaped into the hallway and allowed Quatre, Trowa and Wufei in.
~*~*~In the Hallway~*~*~
They had all waited outside the door, not listening, just wanting to be nearby in case something, anything happened. Wufei paced the hallway for a moment, then claimed hunger and went downstairs to think. Quatre sagged against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor. He watched from between his knees as Trowa seemed to follow Wufei down the steps. Alone, Quatre stopped holding in his emotions. No actual tears were released but a violent shaking racked his body. He felt sick with worry and anxiety. There were so many things that he wanted right now and none of them seemed to be willing to come true.
A pair of warm hands settled on his shoulders, in a comforting manner. Quatre looked up and there was Trowa, looking down at him compassionately. The comfort was too much for the poor exhausted teen, and he began to weep into Trowa's pant leg. Trowa, pulled Quatre away, and Quatre prepared to take the rebuff but there was none to come. What happened then was even more surprising. He wrapped Quatre up in his arms and kissed him gently, as if on a bubble, connecting softly with the mat of silky hair covering Quatre's head. Quatre jerked his head up, knocking Trowa in the teeth, but Trowa just placed Quatre's head back on his shoulder. He then stroked Quatre's hair softly. He didn't know what made him do this but it felt like the right thing to do. Quatre's eyes widened, shock was evident but no repulsion. Encouraged Trowa stroked Quatre's hair, slowly pulling it away from his forehead and letting it fall back into place. Tentatively Quatre reached up and moved Trowa's enormous bang out of his emerald eyes, something he had longed to do since they'd first met. He stared steadily into them, and there eyes glittered in excitement. Quatre shivered and leaned upward, daring to approach his lips . . .
When footsteps announced the arrival of Wufei. Startled they both jumped to their feet, shifting guiltily. Wufei looked mildly uncomfortable, but it would be more embarrassing to turn and leave now. The stood in an awkward silence for several minutes, luckily though Heero came out shortly, allowing them to go in and talk to the ill Shinigami.
~*~*~One Day Later~*~*~
Heero sat by Duo's bed and typed busily on his computer, though his thoughts were far away. 'Duo hasn't woken since yesterday. Serei said that was normal since his body needs all the energy it can get . . .' He glanced once more at the still form, paranoia causing him to check for the rise and fall of his chest often. 'What are we going to do about them anyway . . . They know too much too let them live, then again they didn't know they were Gundam Pilots . . . Duo needs food' Heero decided and stood to prepare some.
On his way back up, he met Quatre in the hallway about to check on Duo as well. Quatre opened the door for Heero, who walked in and immediately dropped the tray he was carrying. Quatre beat him in the race to Duo's side, for there he was thrashing in his bed, whimpers ripping themselves from his throat. His face was screwed up in pain and his arms were clenching the bedsheets, which were no longer tucked into the bed. Quatre put a soothing hand on Duo's cheek, while Heero tried to contain the thrashing.
"SEREI! TROWA! WUFEEEIII!!!!" Quatre screamed out, hoping for some help of any form. Duo's body was struggling vainly in the grip of the Perfect Soldier. Thunderous footsteps were heard running up the stairs and Trowa and Wufei's forms appeared in the open doorway. They rushed to the struggling pilots side, aiding in anyway they could.
~*~*~ Elsewhere~*~*~
Serei and Kari sat back, in a shuttle, headed for a colony far away. There escape had been mere luck. Serei knew they wouldn't let them live, whether or not the young man lived, they were trained as soldiers and they knew the only way to dispose of a threat was to kill it. Serei felt remorse at having to leave the braided youth, but knew that this was their only chance to escape, while they were preoccupied with their friend. Little did she know that the only reason they had escaped unnoticed was the sudden transformation in Duo's condition.
"Serei?" Kari spoke up, "Do you have any idea what we are gonna do?"
"The same as we have always, we'll have to connect with Bill and Jerry and have them tell Sarge . . ." Serei trailed off, not wanting too much to be overheard, purposefully or accidentally. Sarge was the head of their small rebel information team. They found out the information on Oz and sold it to rebel groups they supported. It was their way of helping to bring down Oz, and they were damn good at it. Serei had stolen some poor business man's laptop and was currently checking their assignments. She was able to send word to Sarge about their status and current predicament. Halfway through the trip he responded with a new assignment and a promise of punishments for their actions. Their employers would meet them at their docking station when they landed.
Walking off the shuttle, fatigued and hungry, they looked around. The only people there, were too old men, one had a crazy mushroom haircut and humongous nose, both were wearing lab coats and, had they been in a crowd, would've stuck out like sore thumbs. The two crazy looking men walked towards them, hands outstretched, in a clear greeting. . .
~*~*~Safehouse~*~*~
Duo's struggles were weaker now, but only because, after an hour and a half thrashing, his body was weakening and didn't have the energy to lash out anymore. All 4 boys watched warily, hoping against hope that his struggles were a good thing, that his pain was for good cause. None of them spoke all their thoughts were focused on one boy, lying busily on the bed. For even though they were soldiers, they were still boys and within each of them was the need to be cared for and appreciated, and among each other that need was fulfilled. Not in the maternal way, but in a different and sometimes deeper way, for none of them were born of the other. All comraderie and in some cases more than that, was from the understanding that each boy had gone through something terrible, but there were others who had experienced the same pain, in some way, and that person was on their side. Too watch one of the few who understood, and the one who was able to let them forget the pain, wither away helplessly was heartbreaking. All of their faces were strained as they watched Duo's breaths become caught in his chest and his body rolled back and forth several times.
Slowly the breaths became more spaced out and his body shivered instead of rolling. They all watched apprehensively, unconsciously holding their breaths. Suddenly, Duo's from stilled. Quatre clutched Duo's hand and kneeled beside the bed. Heero felt his legs go weak and sat in a chair near the bed and hung his head. The struggle was finally over.
TBC . . .
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This actually is a cliffhanger, whether or not you know it. If I could only tell you the number of people who threatened me last chapter. Actually i will tell you (and don't worry, i took them to heart, read the epilogue)
Yashatenshi: So, I'm not gonna get a virus but i wonder what you'd do . . .
Pandora Chan: If I recall correctly you killed off Duo in your fic! Why are you threatening me?
Mich Maxwell: Ah, yes. My friendly correspondance friend. You are going to destroy me? That would be sad cause then i couldn't email you and talk (Everyone, feel free to do the same)
Then the nice people who gave me nice reviews and told me that under no circumstances could Duo die.
Kate: All I have to say is that: 'beggars can't be choosers'
Violet Tears: I have a rather hard time resisting chibi eyed pouts . . .
D*A: I don't lie.
Serafina: Stress isn't good . . . though it is sometimes effective (like when you have a twenty page paper due in two days and you haven't even started it)
OKAY!!! EVERYONE Please review and tell me your opinions . .. i don't mind the death threats and I can handle flames . . . Review and tell me what you think, what you wanna know in the epilogue and what i've done wrong so far . . . I have exams this week, so depending on my procrastination levels, it will probably be another week at least before the epilogue. Umm, I still haven't decided if i wanna write an alternate ending is anyone interested? I'm writing it anyway but . . . Ummm anyway . . D*A I wasn't offended or anything, didn't mean to sound that way ^^*
~Emily Review = more story P. S. If you are bored for the wait read my other attempt at a story adn tell me if I should finish it . . . ^^*