Silence and the Soldier
Author: ForeordainedDestiny 
Category: yaoi/shounen ai
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 3x1/1x3
Warnings: the usual…boys with boys… Now, if you don't like yaoi, don't read it! Simple as that.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. I don't make any money off my simple writings.
Feedback: Any and all comments and feedback is welcome.
Notes: Alright, I guess I have some explaining to do. I first started writing on ff.net a year or so ago as Satsuki Kitsune, and created ForeordainedDestiny for other personal reasons. I now decided to stop having identity crises and just transfer all my fics to this screen name. Have I lost you yet? Anyways, this was a perfect excuse for me to rewrite Silence and the Soldier, so here it is… I realize that most of this chapter is set in the series, but bear with me and you shall get to more original writing next chapter.

A moan escaped the lips of the young teen in bed, haunted by sleep. Tonight, the ghosts of the enigmatic assassin Odin Lowe and the blonde girl in the yellow sundress he had killed as a child, made their presence known in his dreams. They stared and pointed accusing fingers at him, faces emotionless. The girl was still holding her mutilated puppy, even in death.

            'You're all dead…' The dream Heero was much like the live one, emotionless as a machine.

            The blonde-haired girl looked at him with haunted, empty blue eyes under her hat. Her lip curled into a merciless smirk.

            "Yes, I'm dead. I'm dead because you killed me. You killed me, Heero-chan."

The pilot of Wing Gundam opened his eyes slowly with a gasp. He looked around, taking in his new, unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying in a small bed inside a trailer, but that was all he knew. He was wearing his black spandex shorts, but several rounds of bandages were wrapped carefully around his torso and arm.

            'Just a dream- Where am I?' Then, his deep Prussian eyes widened slightly as they saw the Peacecraft girl sitting in a chair, knitting.

            The young woman turned around and saw that he was awake, her eyes widening in surprise. But her face turned into a girl who he would soon know as Catherine. She had reddish-brown hair, which was kept short and curly, and eyes of a glassy blue that seemed friendly and full of care.

            "Oh, you're awake! I'll go get Trowa!" She was gone in a hurry, running quickly out of the trailer.

            'Trowa?'

            Just then, the tall, deep green-eyed Heavyarms pilot walked in. He looked at Heero with a penetrating gaze, taking in the sight of the Wing Pilot for the thousandth time, the cuts, bruises and bloody bandages.

            Heero looked straight back, his emotionless eyes never wavering,

            "Why did you save me? I-…" He stopped, finding that it was fairly hard to talk and his voice was dry and cracked from disuse. He ignored the pain and said more, "I was supposed to die." The smaller teen tried to sit up, but a look of extreme pain crossed his unguarded face and he fell back, breathing hard,

            "What happened to me?"

            Trowa, who had been silent until now, regarded Heero carefully,

            "Self-destructing is a good way to kill yourself. But in your case, you lived through it. You have a compound fracture in your left arm, a piece of shrapnel formerly lodged in your leg, and major cuts and bruises all over your chest and legs. It's a miracle you're still alive," he told him. Heero said nothing, looking disgusted with himself.

            "Ever since that battle, there have been no other battles or threats to the colonies. And I wonder, should I go ahead and kill you, then follow your example…" Trowa continued.

            Heero took a deep breath, his eyes unreadable.

            "I'll tell you one thing: Dying hurts like hell."

Trowa's face slowly broke into a smile and he laughed aloud. And Catherine spoke from the small kitchen area in the trailer,

            "Hey, I think that's the first time I've ever heard Trowa laugh!" she exclaimed while making soup.

            The two stoic pilots glanced at her, then back at each other.

            "Will you tell me what happened while I was lying here unconscious?" Heero asked.

Trowa nodded,

            "Sure thing."

As he began to talk, images from the night when he had brought Heero here came back to his memory.

            *flashback*

            Trowa hopped out of Heavyarm's cockpit and hurriedly climbed over to where the Wing pilot laid in the orange, red and white mech's hand. Ignoring the blood dripping all over the Gundam's hand, Trowa pulled the battered and broken Heero out. And, carrying him carefully, the tall pilot jumped down from the suit with Heero in his arms. Trowa glanced down at him frequently; worry beginning to show upon his face.

Trowa ran quickly to his and Catherine's trailer, banging heavily on the door and careful not to drop Heero.

            Catherine opened it, still in her nightgown, and gasped.

            "Trowa! My god…Bring him in!"

            The Heavyarms pilot laid Heero down on the counter and Catherine appeared again with a med kit and bandages. She didn't bother to ask questions, because she knew Trowa was far too secretive about his life. Cathy stripped Heero of his ruined and bloody shirt and began dressing his wounds the best she knew how.

            "He's bleeding everywhere," she whispered.

            Cathy looked at Heero's left arm, which was bent in an unnatural way- It was beyond no doubt fractured. The skin looked pale and green-tinged, with a piece of bone sticking out, and she didn't know how to set broken bones.

            "He needs to go to the hospital, or he'll die," she told Trowa, glancing up at her brother. "He's bleeding too badly."

            Thoughts raced through Trowa's mind, but he maintained his silent façade. How could he face Heero if the Wing Pilot woke up in a hospital? But even so, how could he let the Perfect Soldier die?

            TBC

            9/13/02

Author's Notes: I am going to keep posting this fic no matter whether it get reviews or not, because I owe it to myself and my writing to revise and post this fic. I hope you enjoy it as much as some of the people have in the past. I thank those people and you, who are reading this now. ^_~ I wouldn't mind knowing what you think!