Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it again? If I owned these guys I'd be
rich beyond belief, and wouldn't waste my time writing these.
Rated PG-13 for: Once again, language, injuries, and the disturbing emotional breakdown of one of the guys.
AN: Yay! Thanks everybody! I feel special. ^^
Introducing: Part Three of 'God Help Us'
Quatre and Wufei walked into the house, carrying bags full of toys and books, and other things of that sort. (Quatre had even gotten him a backpack)
"Hey! We're home!" Quatre called, walking into the family room. The only sign that Trowa and Duo had been in there, was the bloodied pillow on the couch.
"Duo? Trowa?" He peeked outside, and ran up the stairs with no luck.
"Hello? You guys?" Running to the kitchen Quatre checked the answering machine to see if they had gone out for some reason. There were no messages. "Wufei I think we have a problem."
Wufei sighed and dropped the bags on the ground. "Where have you not looked?"
"I've looked everywhere! Except our bedrooms and the laundry room!"
"Then look in the laundry room." Wufei rolled his eyes, thumping Quatre's forehead and walking to the laundry room himself.
Sitting on the floor, and leaning against the wall, was a very beaten looking Trowa. His chin was resting on his chest, and he appeared to be sleeping. Every few seconds a drop of blood would drip from the end of his long bangs.
"Trowa…?"
Said pilot snapped his head up. "Huh? Oh, hello."
"What happened to you?"
"I spent the last two hours breaking every fucking bone in my body. Then the little monster crawled into the drier, and when I tried to get him out I broke bones I didn't even know I had. Where the hell have you been?" The usually emotionless pilot was seething with rage, and his voice was dripping with anger. If possible, the guy looked downright pitiful.
"He's in the drier? Trowa, he could get sick in there!"
"And I could give less of a fuck. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go call the doctor before I lose enough blood to feed an army of vampires." He struggled for a few minutes, before grudgingly allowing Wufei to help him up and lead him to the kitchen.
"Duo?" Quatre walked over to the drier, opening the door slightly and peeking in. Duo was asleep among the damp sheets and clothes, hugging a very pink towel.
"Duo…" Quatre whispered, opening the door the rest of the way. "We got you presents."
"Presents?" Duo mumbled sleepily, clutching the towel when the Arabian tried to take it from his hands.
"Yes. Now put down the towel so we can dry it."
"No! It's dry enough!" Duo protested, snapped fully awake, and crouched in the back corner of the drier, defensively holding the towel.
"Fine. Keep the towel." Quatre rubbed his temples and looked at his watch. He had two hours to get ready, and if this kept up he would miss the entire thing.
"Kay!" Duo grinned, jumping out of the drier and letting Quatre lead him to the family room where a large assortment of bags lay on the floor.
"I'm taking Trowa to the doctor. We'll be back in half an hour." Wufei sighed, grabbing his jacket.
"Wait! Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"Relena is having a party tonight that we're supposed to attend. We need leave at five! There's no time!"
"I can miss it. I hate the bitch anyway."
"You have to go! Heero can't go, because nobody knows where he is, Duo can't go because he's six, Trowa can't go because he can hardly stand, and now you say you can't go!? Well guess what, I'm going to be tortured by myself for five hours! You're coming with me, dammit!" Quatre yelled, on the verge of both tears and evilness.
"Uh…"
"Just get that lazy ass bastard to come here. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow." Trowa murmured, crawling up the stairs to his room.
Quatre smiled, and turned back to Duo, who was already running around the room with a fighter plane. "ZZOOOOOOM!!!" He yelled, jumping on the couch and running around the cushions, laughing up a storm.
Noticing the pink towel on the floor, Quatre stealthily crept towards it, trying to nonchalantly reach out his hand and grab it. Duo pounced on Quatre's head from the couch. "Target has been destwoyed!" He yelled, jumping around.
"Very good Duo. Now, can you play with your toys quietly for awhile. Wufei and I have to go get ready so we can leave tonight."
"Where's Twowa?" He asked, looking quizzically up at the blonde pilot, melting his heart with the adorable batting of eyes.
"He's upstairs. He is going to take care of you tonight."
"Yay!" Duo cheered, "I like him!"
"Good. Play with your toys, and when I'm ready I'll come down to make you dinner."
"Okay!" Quatre patted Duo's head, and headed up the stairs. Wufei stood still for a moment shooting a look of absolute venom at the small pilot.
"I hate you." And he stomped down the stairs.
Trowa limped painfully back down the stairs fifteen minutes later when the doctor showed up, and sat on the couch with his arms crossed and glaring at the wall. He looked ready to sprout horns and fangs and announce that the Apocalypse was coming.
"Send me the bill." He said bitterly, when the doctor was finished, and lay back on the couch, feeling completely drained.
"Hello!"
"Leave me alone, and I don't hurt you."
"Wanna play?"
"No thanks. I enjoy my life."
Duo pouted. "You played earlier!"
"That was before I was paralyzed."
"Well, I'm gonna play." Duo stomped.
"You go ahead and do that."
Soon, the chibi was flying around the room screeching and giggling. Trowa sighed a big sigh (gianormous, humongo, enormous, elephantine sized sigh here peeps) and struggled to sit up slightly. He was still a little light headed from his earlier adventures, but he just shook it off.
"Can I see that plane?" He asked, holding out his hand. Duo zoomed towards him, bringing the plane down fast, and with the lightning quick reflexes that he possesses, Trowa pulled his hand back right before it was speared.
"Could you hand it to me?"
Duo nodded, a huge grin on his face, and set it in Trowa's hand. "Thank you." He turned it over a few times, and then aimed it at Duo's face. "kkk…Target sighted….what should we do with it. Over." Duo giggled, and took a few steps to the side. "Destroy target…kkk…over."
Picking up a plane of his own, Duo pointed it at Trowa's. "Enemy plane in sight. Ovew."
"Another plane….kkk…spotted….orders? Over."
"Destroy the enemy!" Duo yelled, again dive bombing his plane, and Trowa once again narrowly avoiding his hand from becoming shish kabob.
They played for awhile, Trowa miraculously avoiding injury. Quatre walked down the stairs in a suit, and looking happy enough. "Ready for dinner?" He asked. Duo nodded, and ran to the kitchen. "Hmm…there's not much to eat. Trow, I'm running to the grocery store real quick!"
Trowa stood up. "Why are you in a suit?"
Quatre paused in the front doorway. "Do you have amnesia or something? Wufei and I are going to Relena's party tonight."
The green-eyed pilot shook his head, and walked up to Quatre. "You. are. not. leaving. me. alone with this. monster." Trowa hissed. "I don't have a death wish, thank you."
"We have to go Trowa. You'll live. Wufei is coming by at eight to put him to bed."
"No. You're not going."
"Yes. We are. If you have a problem with that, you can bite me."
"Bend over." Trowa growled.
"I'm going to the grocery store. I'll be back in a little bit." Quatre stared right into Trowa's eyes, glaring, then spun and stomped out the door.
"At least buy me five gallons of ice cream and another TV!"
"For Duo?"
"No, dumbass, for his Clifford doll. YES for Duo! I refuse to watch him unless he is quiet and occupied doing something that won't kill me!"
"Fine! I'll get your stuff!" Quatre ducked into the car and sped off.
Slamming the door, Trowa did his best to stomp back to the family room without injuring himself further and flopped down on the couch. This lasted for maybe half a second before he bolted upright.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" He jumped up, tripping over the coffee table, landing face first on a pile of army men. "Why me?" He moaned pitifully, getting to his feet with much difficulty. On the couch lay Duo's airplane.
"Fucking stupid bastard plane! Stupid ass army men! Why the fuck does Duo need these things!? God, why do you hate me so!?" He screamed at the ceiling, rubbing his butt, and limping to the phone for the fourth time that day.
Quatre returned, lugging in a bag of cookie dough ice cream, and followed by a couple of girls carrying a very large television.
"Thank you girls." He smiled. They giggled, and ran out the door before Quatre could pay them. "Neighbors." He shrugged, stuffing the cartons into the freezer. "I'm back!"
"I'm going to die." A mournful voice sounded from the family room. Duo was sitting on the floor and playing with happily with his army men. Trowa was on the couch, sitting on a bag of ice. His face was cut up, and he had a black eye.
"What happened?"
"It's not that hard to guess."
Wufei chose that moment to show up. "Damn! What happened to you?"
This was the last straw for a very tired, very beaten up, and very stressed out pilot. Trowa burst into tears. Duo cocked his head, and stared curiously at the crying pilot. Quatre bit his lip, his eyes filling with tears as well.
"Trowa stop. You're going to make me cry."
"I have had it! Just kill me now! You stupid fucking bastards!"
Duo stood up, and walked over to the couch, looking up at the crying mass of bruises that was Trowa.
"Calm down. It's not the end of the world."
"Shut up. You stupid anal asshole. Just go away, and leave me to my misery." Trowa sniffled, and wiped his eyes, feeling like an extreme moron.
Quatre sighed, and blinked the tears out of his eyes. "It's for a couple of hours. And I got you what you asked for."
"I'm sowwy. I love you." Trowa looked down. Duo was sitting on his lap, and hugging him gently around the waist.
The beaten pilot smiled slightly and bear hugged Duo back. "Thanks little guy. You're not so bad yourself.
~End of Part Three~
TBC…
Rated PG-13 for: Once again, language, injuries, and the disturbing emotional breakdown of one of the guys.
AN: Yay! Thanks everybody! I feel special. ^^
Introducing: Part Three of 'God Help Us'
Quatre and Wufei walked into the house, carrying bags full of toys and books, and other things of that sort. (Quatre had even gotten him a backpack)
"Hey! We're home!" Quatre called, walking into the family room. The only sign that Trowa and Duo had been in there, was the bloodied pillow on the couch.
"Duo? Trowa?" He peeked outside, and ran up the stairs with no luck.
"Hello? You guys?" Running to the kitchen Quatre checked the answering machine to see if they had gone out for some reason. There were no messages. "Wufei I think we have a problem."
Wufei sighed and dropped the bags on the ground. "Where have you not looked?"
"I've looked everywhere! Except our bedrooms and the laundry room!"
"Then look in the laundry room." Wufei rolled his eyes, thumping Quatre's forehead and walking to the laundry room himself.
Sitting on the floor, and leaning against the wall, was a very beaten looking Trowa. His chin was resting on his chest, and he appeared to be sleeping. Every few seconds a drop of blood would drip from the end of his long bangs.
"Trowa…?"
Said pilot snapped his head up. "Huh? Oh, hello."
"What happened to you?"
"I spent the last two hours breaking every fucking bone in my body. Then the little monster crawled into the drier, and when I tried to get him out I broke bones I didn't even know I had. Where the hell have you been?" The usually emotionless pilot was seething with rage, and his voice was dripping with anger. If possible, the guy looked downright pitiful.
"He's in the drier? Trowa, he could get sick in there!"
"And I could give less of a fuck. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go call the doctor before I lose enough blood to feed an army of vampires." He struggled for a few minutes, before grudgingly allowing Wufei to help him up and lead him to the kitchen.
"Duo?" Quatre walked over to the drier, opening the door slightly and peeking in. Duo was asleep among the damp sheets and clothes, hugging a very pink towel.
"Duo…" Quatre whispered, opening the door the rest of the way. "We got you presents."
"Presents?" Duo mumbled sleepily, clutching the towel when the Arabian tried to take it from his hands.
"Yes. Now put down the towel so we can dry it."
"No! It's dry enough!" Duo protested, snapped fully awake, and crouched in the back corner of the drier, defensively holding the towel.
"Fine. Keep the towel." Quatre rubbed his temples and looked at his watch. He had two hours to get ready, and if this kept up he would miss the entire thing.
"Kay!" Duo grinned, jumping out of the drier and letting Quatre lead him to the family room where a large assortment of bags lay on the floor.
"I'm taking Trowa to the doctor. We'll be back in half an hour." Wufei sighed, grabbing his jacket.
"Wait! Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"Relena is having a party tonight that we're supposed to attend. We need leave at five! There's no time!"
"I can miss it. I hate the bitch anyway."
"You have to go! Heero can't go, because nobody knows where he is, Duo can't go because he's six, Trowa can't go because he can hardly stand, and now you say you can't go!? Well guess what, I'm going to be tortured by myself for five hours! You're coming with me, dammit!" Quatre yelled, on the verge of both tears and evilness.
"Uh…"
"Just get that lazy ass bastard to come here. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow." Trowa murmured, crawling up the stairs to his room.
Quatre smiled, and turned back to Duo, who was already running around the room with a fighter plane. "ZZOOOOOOM!!!" He yelled, jumping on the couch and running around the cushions, laughing up a storm.
Noticing the pink towel on the floor, Quatre stealthily crept towards it, trying to nonchalantly reach out his hand and grab it. Duo pounced on Quatre's head from the couch. "Target has been destwoyed!" He yelled, jumping around.
"Very good Duo. Now, can you play with your toys quietly for awhile. Wufei and I have to go get ready so we can leave tonight."
"Where's Twowa?" He asked, looking quizzically up at the blonde pilot, melting his heart with the adorable batting of eyes.
"He's upstairs. He is going to take care of you tonight."
"Yay!" Duo cheered, "I like him!"
"Good. Play with your toys, and when I'm ready I'll come down to make you dinner."
"Okay!" Quatre patted Duo's head, and headed up the stairs. Wufei stood still for a moment shooting a look of absolute venom at the small pilot.
"I hate you." And he stomped down the stairs.
Trowa limped painfully back down the stairs fifteen minutes later when the doctor showed up, and sat on the couch with his arms crossed and glaring at the wall. He looked ready to sprout horns and fangs and announce that the Apocalypse was coming.
"Send me the bill." He said bitterly, when the doctor was finished, and lay back on the couch, feeling completely drained.
"Hello!"
"Leave me alone, and I don't hurt you."
"Wanna play?"
"No thanks. I enjoy my life."
Duo pouted. "You played earlier!"
"That was before I was paralyzed."
"Well, I'm gonna play." Duo stomped.
"You go ahead and do that."
Soon, the chibi was flying around the room screeching and giggling. Trowa sighed a big sigh (gianormous, humongo, enormous, elephantine sized sigh here peeps) and struggled to sit up slightly. He was still a little light headed from his earlier adventures, but he just shook it off.
"Can I see that plane?" He asked, holding out his hand. Duo zoomed towards him, bringing the plane down fast, and with the lightning quick reflexes that he possesses, Trowa pulled his hand back right before it was speared.
"Could you hand it to me?"
Duo nodded, a huge grin on his face, and set it in Trowa's hand. "Thank you." He turned it over a few times, and then aimed it at Duo's face. "kkk…Target sighted….what should we do with it. Over." Duo giggled, and took a few steps to the side. "Destroy target…kkk…over."
Picking up a plane of his own, Duo pointed it at Trowa's. "Enemy plane in sight. Ovew."
"Another plane….kkk…spotted….orders? Over."
"Destroy the enemy!" Duo yelled, again dive bombing his plane, and Trowa once again narrowly avoiding his hand from becoming shish kabob.
They played for awhile, Trowa miraculously avoiding injury. Quatre walked down the stairs in a suit, and looking happy enough. "Ready for dinner?" He asked. Duo nodded, and ran to the kitchen. "Hmm…there's not much to eat. Trow, I'm running to the grocery store real quick!"
Trowa stood up. "Why are you in a suit?"
Quatre paused in the front doorway. "Do you have amnesia or something? Wufei and I are going to Relena's party tonight."
The green-eyed pilot shook his head, and walked up to Quatre. "You. are. not. leaving. me. alone with this. monster." Trowa hissed. "I don't have a death wish, thank you."
"We have to go Trowa. You'll live. Wufei is coming by at eight to put him to bed."
"No. You're not going."
"Yes. We are. If you have a problem with that, you can bite me."
"Bend over." Trowa growled.
"I'm going to the grocery store. I'll be back in a little bit." Quatre stared right into Trowa's eyes, glaring, then spun and stomped out the door.
"At least buy me five gallons of ice cream and another TV!"
"For Duo?"
"No, dumbass, for his Clifford doll. YES for Duo! I refuse to watch him unless he is quiet and occupied doing something that won't kill me!"
"Fine! I'll get your stuff!" Quatre ducked into the car and sped off.
Slamming the door, Trowa did his best to stomp back to the family room without injuring himself further and flopped down on the couch. This lasted for maybe half a second before he bolted upright.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" He jumped up, tripping over the coffee table, landing face first on a pile of army men. "Why me?" He moaned pitifully, getting to his feet with much difficulty. On the couch lay Duo's airplane.
"Fucking stupid bastard plane! Stupid ass army men! Why the fuck does Duo need these things!? God, why do you hate me so!?" He screamed at the ceiling, rubbing his butt, and limping to the phone for the fourth time that day.
Quatre returned, lugging in a bag of cookie dough ice cream, and followed by a couple of girls carrying a very large television.
"Thank you girls." He smiled. They giggled, and ran out the door before Quatre could pay them. "Neighbors." He shrugged, stuffing the cartons into the freezer. "I'm back!"
"I'm going to die." A mournful voice sounded from the family room. Duo was sitting on the floor and playing with happily with his army men. Trowa was on the couch, sitting on a bag of ice. His face was cut up, and he had a black eye.
"What happened?"
"It's not that hard to guess."
Wufei chose that moment to show up. "Damn! What happened to you?"
This was the last straw for a very tired, very beaten up, and very stressed out pilot. Trowa burst into tears. Duo cocked his head, and stared curiously at the crying pilot. Quatre bit his lip, his eyes filling with tears as well.
"Trowa stop. You're going to make me cry."
"I have had it! Just kill me now! You stupid fucking bastards!"
Duo stood up, and walked over to the couch, looking up at the crying mass of bruises that was Trowa.
"Calm down. It's not the end of the world."
"Shut up. You stupid anal asshole. Just go away, and leave me to my misery." Trowa sniffled, and wiped his eyes, feeling like an extreme moron.
Quatre sighed, and blinked the tears out of his eyes. "It's for a couple of hours. And I got you what you asked for."
"I'm sowwy. I love you." Trowa looked down. Duo was sitting on his lap, and hugging him gently around the waist.
The beaten pilot smiled slightly and bear hugged Duo back. "Thanks little guy. You're not so bad yourself.
~End of Part Three~
TBC…