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Summary: **Deathfic** Sequel to 'Silent Night' . . . well, sorta. Heero and Quatre face the hardest moment their relationship ever faces. 1x4 and 2x3. RnR please!!

Immortal Beloved

Chapter one - Unwanted Knowledge

"Ah, Mr. Yuy . . . thank you for coming in on such a short notice." Said a nurse with bright blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail. "Follow me . . . Dr. Takashi is waiting to see you." She added, her voice high pitched and annoying. As they walked, she kept looking back, her eyes tracing over Heero's nearly 20 year old body.

"Don't even think about it." Heero mumbled after she had turned towards him for the fourth time. She huffed, but soon after, they had arrived at a door.

"Through here." She grumbled her voice not nearly as perky as it had been. Heero faked a smile and stepped into the office.

"Hello Mr. Yuy. Please, take a seat." Dr. Takashi said, a warm smile on his lips. Heero obeyed and sat in the faux leather covered chair. His eyes wondered around the room as the doctor rummaged through a white filing cabinet. The doctor turned towards Heero, a file in his hand. He sat in the chair opposite, and opened the pale folder. "The test results came in this morning, as you might have guessed." He said calmly. Heero looked at him for a moment, before speaking,

"Well, tell me why I'm here. I need to go and prove to the others I was right and there is nothing wrong with me." Heero said. Although his voice and outward appearance seemed perfectly calm and confident, inside he was tied in knots. He had a sinking feeling that if he was okay, they would have told him over the phone. Dr. Takashi bit his bottom lip for a second; looking at some papers then back to Heero.

"Well, I'm sorry, but, you can't do that. There is something wrong. Very wrong."

Heero felt his heart sink into his stomach. "What is it?"

"Brain tumour." He said flatly.

"But . . . it can't be. It's only been headaches."

"More like migraines. And you know as well as I do that's not all."

"Is there . . . anything that can be done?"

"Maybe if you had come in earlier, we could've operated, but now, well, it's too far along. The cancer in the tumour has already started to spread through your body. But, I'm sorry. There is nothing we can do." He said sorrowfully.

". . ." Heero felt the colour drain from his face. "Uh . . . well . . . how long have I got left then?"

"It's hard to say. Anywhere from a week to two months."

"That's a bit of a broad time span." Heero said.

"I know. Approximately, though, I would say a few weeks at the most. I'm sorry."

Heero nodded. "Uh . . . thank you . . . I think. Can I go now?"

"Yes. But, make an appointment at the front desk for next week."

"Who says I am going to be around that long?" Heero mumbled before walking out of the office. Heero walked away with leaden feet. He was going to die. Heero's thoughts then moved to something he cherished more then his own life . . . Quatre Raberba Winner.

***

As Heero approached the front door of the safe house that he and the other four preventers he had come to know so well lived in, he sighed. He approached the door with caution, searching for his keys.

"Shit." He muttered bitterly as he realised that he had forgotten his keys for the seemingly millionth time in the last month. He knocked on the door loudly. The door swung open, creaking slightly on its hinges. Heero was thankful that someone, though he couldn't remember who, had a day off.

"Hello Heero." Duo greeted with a grin. But, after one careful look at Heero, the smile fell off his face. "Oh no . . ." Heero walked inside the large house and into the living room. "What . . . did the doctor say, Heero?" Duo asked, tugging on the end of his braid nervously. Heero sat down on the sofa with a soft 'plop'. Duo quickly sat by his friend's side with a sideways smile, "Uh . . . good news?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Duo . . . I . . . I'm doing to die." He said, his voice catching in the back of his throat. Duo placed his hand over his mouth in shock before removing it,

"Uh . . . but . . . I'm sure there is something the doctors can do."

"No . . . there isn't."

"Oh. How . . . uh . . .long?"

"A few weeks."

"You haven't told Quatre yet have you?"

"How can I? He's at work." "Yeah . . ." Duo mumbled. "Oh Heero!" Duo suddenly sobbed before hugging his friend around the shoulders. Heero did not respond for a moment, but he placed a hand on Duo's side for a second, before backing away and standing up.

"I need to be alone for a while. I need to think." He paused, "Can you tell Quatre I want to talk to him when he comes back?" Duo nodded.

"Okay." He said softly.

Heero walked up the stairs and into the bedroom he was sharing with Quatre. He walked in, closing the wooden door behind him. He laid down on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling. Heero remembered how, during the war, he never feared death. He never ran away from it, in fact, he welcomed death. So why was he so afraid to die? He quickly answered his own question. Quatre. He wondered what Quatre was going to do, after he died. He also wondered how Quatre would react to the news. Heero sighed and looked at the clock. It would be at least two hours until his love would return. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

***

Heero's cobalt eyes fluttered open, feeling as if he had not slept at all. But his eyes focused on aqua marine eyes staring down at him.

"Hey you." He said quietly, stroking Heero's hair. Heero flinched in pain. "Oh sorry!" Quatre said, snapping his hand back. "Do you want something for your head?" he asked.

"No point." Heero croaked.

"Uh . . . okay. What . . . did you want to talk to me about Heero?" Quatre asked nervously. Heero sat up and faced Quatre.

"Quatre, love, as you know, I went to the doctors today."

"Uh huh." Quatre responded, his nerves twitching inside of him.

"Well, uh . . ." Heero began, staring into Quatre's eyes. He placed his hands on the small blonde's shoulders.

"What is it?" Quatre asked, placing his hands on Heero's. Heero swallowed hard,

"I have a brain tumour. I am going to die." He said, his voice shaking. Quatre's body went limp, and he stared at Heero in silence.

"I . . . uh . . ." Quatre croaked, tears welling in his eyes. "No Heero." He said softly before burying his face in Heero's chest. He sobbed softly as Heero put his arm around Quatre. "Don't leave me Heero." He whispered.

"I'm sorry Quatre. If I had listened to you and gotten myself checked out weeks ago, I may have been okay." "Don't apologise. It's not your fault you are stubborn." Quatre replied, looking back up at Heero.

"Quatre . . ." Heero whispered before softly kissing him. "I love you."

"I love you too." Quatre said, tears still streaming down his cheeks. Heero moved his hand towards Quatre's face, wiping his tears away. "You can't leave me Heero." Quatre whispered before resting his head on Heero's shoulder. Heero stroked Quatre's golden hair as he cried.

"I'm going to miss you." He whispered, so quietly that Quatre could not hear him.

***

To be continued. . . .