A/n: Sorry for the wait, folks. I hope you like this chapter!
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Midii closed her eyes again. Duo was here. She heard stories about what a good soldier he was and how well he fought in Deathscythe during the wars between Earth, the colonies, and the added threat, Mariemaya.
Wait. Did he just say 'ex-sweeper'? How could that be possible? He, besides Heero Yuy, was the best sweeper there was! He couldn't quit the team!
Midii's anger subsided slowly. There had to be a good explanation for why he would leave. She would let him keep to his own business and not asked about it. If he brought it up, the she could ask all the questions she wanted. Until then, her lips were sealed. Besides that, she could barely speak already!
"You gotta be quiet," he whispered, kneeling down to her level on the cool stone floor. "We need to get out of here alive, whether you want to or not." He picked her up gently and cradled her in his strong arms. He was very cold to the touch, Midii discovered quickly, as her body was overtaken with chills. She wondered if it was because of bad weather outside the prison gates.
Duo unlocked the cell door (Midii couldn't find out how; she was too weak to try herself) and stepped into a dark corridor. Two guards lay unconscious on the ground, surrounded by a surreal type of energy. Instead of unconsciousness, they were in a deep sleep.
Midii didn't notice.
As the braided man ran down the rest of the hall, another two guards emerged and started to chase after them, but stopped cold.
Midii didn't notice that, either.
Outside, Duo set Midii on the ground. She was drifting to sleep, and right before she let herself curl in the darkness of a deep unconsciousness, she thought she saw Duo's hand wave across her face. And something else. Some thing warm.
Sunlight.
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Midii awoke with a headache. She lay on a bed, arms and legs stretched out away from her. The air was of a comfortable temperature, sliding over her exposed skin.
Slowly, her eyes opened. Warm, pink walls surrounded her on all sides,, introducing her into a façade of comfort and peace.
Voices drifted from outside the door, coming closer and closer to Midii. She shut her eyes tightly; hopefully that would convince whoever it was that she was in a drugged slumber.
A soft, coxing voice was doing most of the talking. He sounded relaxed or relieved, maybe even a combination of both.
"I'm telling you," he said, voice rising in pitch, "you need to leave her alone! She's my responsibility, and I will not allow you to barge in and waken her after all that she's been through!"
"You and I both know she is not in critical condition any longer."
"All the more reason she needs her sleep!"
The door opened and a tall man with brown hair and Prussian blue eyes walked in. A man with shocking blonde hair followed closely behind, aqua eyes pleading for proper behavior.
"Please, Heero. She should be waking soon. The drugs have had over twelve hours to wear off, and it will be only a matter of time for them to rid her system." His hand rested on Heero's arm. "Give it some time. I know patience isn't your strong suit," he added with a chuckle.
"Quatre," he said in his monotone voice, "she is not asleep."
Midii was an inch from panicking. She had been caught, but only twice. If she was caught again…
Cold metal against her forehead and the quiet but sudden gasp from Quatre made her eyes flash open, her wide eyes gazing down the barrel of Heero's gun.
"Get up," Heero stated flatly, still aiming the gun at her. "You have no excuse."
"No excuse for…"
"Lying in the middle of Quatre's garden, unconscious," Heero finished, his eyes very dark and intense.
Quatre grabbed the gun with Heero finger still on the trigger and pulled it so it rested on his heart. He knew as well as any that killing someone without just cause was wrong, he proved it.
"Don't even try to threaten anyone in my house with a gun. I don't want killing here." His eyes lingered and locked with Heero's as to say 'again'.
"Quatre…" Midii's voice cracked, ruined from the continuous coughing the night before.
"Shh, shh…Hush now. No need to speak." The blonde man moved closer to her side, taking one of her hands in his. "You should be sleeping." He issued a soft but deadly glare at Heero.
"I can't anymore." She tapped her throat. "Need water."
Quatre picked up a glass on the bed-stand and held it to her lips as she drank. He watched her wince as the cool liquid slid down her scorched throat and turned to Heero.
"Do me a favor," he started, looking at Heero as if to say 'you-have-no-choice-so-don't-think-about-saying-no', "and go to the kitchen to get some water and tomato soup for Midii."
Without a word, the dark-haired ex-pilot left the room, closing the door behind him.
Midii's eyes brimmed with tears as Quatre picked her up in his arms and held her close. He kissed her forehead and laid her back down, making sure she was comfortable enough where she was. He gazed at her and broke into a thousand pieces at once.
He held her again, whispering softly, and tried to keep his ragged sobs that shook his frame under control.
"I thought I'd lost you," he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. "When I received your message, I knew you had been captured and were most likely going to be killed. Don't do any more of this, Midii. I don't think I can handle it."
"It's my job," Midii whispered into his hair.
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