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:  Ahh… Now I remember: I get to have much fun torturing poor Hee-chan in this part… Enjoy.

Thanks to: moonbunny317 (*waves* Hi again! I didn't think I'd get any of my old review-ers, but I did! Thanks!), AMANDA (I'm glad you do *bows*), Deathwish (Hey, you have a cool sn! But yet, I will continue and I will be changing a few things… Adding more yaoi here and there… ^_^), and manda (*blinks* Alright… You weren't kidding.)

…How could he face Heero if he woke up in a hospital? But even so, how could he let the Perfect Soldier die?

"Catherine, I can't take him to the hospital. Can't you just get the circus medic?" Trowa asked. There, he had made the decision.

The worried woman sighed deeply, her eyes not leaving Heero,

          "I-I guess…" She ran out side to get the medic.

          Trowa stared at the machine-like beauty of Heero. Messy dark brown hair stuck out in all directions like a messy crown. His chest and arms were lean and finely muscled, but the bronze and healthy glow to his skin had gone. Then, Heero's eyes opened just a tiny bit, cloudy because he was not yet fully conscious. The dark Prussian eyes were full of masked pain, both physical and emotional. Then they closed again.

          The door burst open and Catherine ran in, closely followed by the medic. He was a tall, middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes behind glasses. The man's hand flew to his shocked mouth as he surveyed the scene,

          "What the hell did this?"

          When Trowa refused to say anything, Catherine turned to the medic,

          "Please, no questions. If you don't help him now, he'll die!" The man's frown lessened and he looked at Heero. He examined Heero with careful precision, then stopped at the pilot's left arm. The doctor turned to Catherine and Trowa,

          "I'll have to set this, and it ain't gonna be pretty," he warned them. Then turning to Heero, he spoke to the pilot's subconscious,

          "If you can hear me, please stay very still. This is a very dangerous procedure."

          With a loud crack, the medic snapped Heero's bone back together expertly. Heero back arched off the table and he let out a hoarse, muffled scream of pain. Cathy went to his head and stroked his soft hair,

          "Shh… Everything's going to be okay, just hold on," she whispered to him.

          Trowa watched the scene, feeling an unknown feeling in his heart. It was slightly wrenching, but on the other hand, soft and caressing.

          'Its so hard for me to watch him scream like that… Why?'

          The medic then set the arm in a tight splint and followed a large pool of blood to Heero's leg. He looked closer into the wound and saw something.

          "It looks like there's a piece of shrapnel in there. I'll have to dig it out." Trowa nodded silently.

          Taking out a tool, the medic used it in Heero's leg, digging slightly. With that, the boy's already harsh breathing hitched in his throat and he involuntarily banged his head on the table, eyes squeezing shut as he gritted his teeth with a moan. Finally, the medic produced a fairly large piece of metal from Heero's leg. Heero let out a huge sigh and relaxed, his mind slipping into something more than unconsciousness, but short of oblivion.

          "Is he dead?" Cathy asked cautiously in a soft voice. The medic took Heero's pulse and frowned,

          "No, he's not dead, he just went into a coma. I should have guessed that it would happen, because if I had just done that to another person, they'd be dead. I have a feeling that this young man is unlike normal, average people. He must have undergone a lot of training to be able to withstand this," he said. The man bandaged the last of Heero's gashes and bruises, then packed up his medical bag. He turned to Trowa and Catherine for a few last words,

          "When he wakes up, don't let him use that arm for a while. Without a cast, you'll have to be extra careful. Farewell."

          Trowa was glad that the man had asked no questions, for if he had, he might have been forced to kill him.

*end flashback*

          Heero's eyes drooped then opened again quickly, as if he was aware that he was falling asleep and wanted to prevent it. After Trowa had told him about the situation with OZ, he found that his body was exhausted still, even after a month of coma-like sleeping. And Trowa saw it.

          "Why don't you get some rest?" Trowa asked quietly.

          Heero's eyes glanced over at Trowa, and his head gave a small shake. But though he tried, he just couldn't keep himself awake.

           A strange feeling came over Trowa as he looked at Heero, who had the appearance of a broken toy soldier, the perfection gone. He then moved onto the bed carefully, and moved the smaller boy so that he was resting underneath the covers again.

          "Go to sleep."

          Heero was asleep within the minute.

         

          Heero woke with a gasp sometime later, sitting painfully upright. Trowa was gone and there were screams of fire and the smell of sulfur outside. There was a battle- his instincts never lied.

          'Trowa…'

Slowly but surely, Heero lowered his legs to the floor. Then, he grabbed the headboard and stood up with a wince. He wobbled slightly, but eventually limped to the door. Heero opened it with his good arm, and then limped out the door. Never had he felt so weak.

"TROWA! Don't do it!!" A young woman, Catherine, climbed up to Heavyarms's cockpit and glared at her brother. Trowa, after the surprise on the OZ soldiers at the Circus, had tried to self-destruct. She looked at Trowa angrily, and slapped him as hard as she could.

          "Don't you realize that people care about you?! Did you even stop to think about the people you would leave behind?!" Tears ran down Catherine's face as Trowa sat there in silence, stunned by both her words and her hand.

A while later, Trowa sat in the grove where he hid his gundam, thinking. He heard a sound behind him and jumped up, having his gun ready for any intruder. But the gun soon lowered and his eyes widened as he saw Heero there, looking exhausted.

          "Heero, what are you doing here?" Trowa asked him, hiding the worry in his voice and standing up to go to Heero's side.

          "I heard mobile suits," the Wing pilot said in an emotionless tone, the best he could manage. Still, his legs wobbled unsteadily, threatening to dump his weak body on the ground. With a sigh, Trowa hooked his arm under Heero's to steady him,

          "Don't worry about it."

          Heero looked up at Trowa, suddenly captured in the depths of deep green. His heartbeat grew faster with something he'd never felt before, a nice and alien feeling. Trowa's eyes locked onto Heero's, suddenly feeling as if his whole body had melted. He lowered his face closer to Heero's, unsure of what was happening. Their lips connected softly, a whisper of a kiss, then broke away.

          The mask of the Perfect Soldier snapped quickly into place, and Heero tore away from the gaze and grasp. He swallowed hard and tried to stop his hands form shaking. Why were they shaking anyways? What had just happened? Confused and uncertain, Heero took off at a stumbling run. Trowa started after him, ignoring the tingling feeling in his body,

          "Wait!"

          His breath came in short gasps as he ran. With each step there came pain.

'I've never felt that way before… What happened?  What's wrong with me?!'

          Heero's vision blurred as his legs gave out under him. He fell with an audible thud, not bothering to try to get up or even fight for consciousness- It wasn't worth it anymore. The last thing he felt was warm, strong arms carrying him before the blackness came to claim him.

Author's Note: hey, the story finally begins… And mind you, I'm very evil with my cliffhangers, if you take them seriously, that is.