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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 two - Nightmares in reality
It seemed as though Heero had just drifted off to sleep when searing pain shoot through his head and all the way down his spine. He felt like screaming in agony, but refrained, not wanting to awake his sleeping angel with tear stained cheeks. He took a few deep breaths, trying anything to ease the pain, just enough so he would not have to leave his lover's arms, but, his efforts came to no avail, and he couldn't stand it any longer. Carefully, he detached himself from Quatre's grasp, causing a soft whimper to escape from his lips. "Shh Angel." He whispered softly, leaning over to run a gentle hand through Quatre's soft blonde locks. Quatre made an incoherent noise as Heero slipped his clothes on and walked out the door on tip-toe. As he shut the door, his breath caught in his chest and, for a few seconds, he could not breathe and felt as if he were suffocating. But, finally his breathing became steady and he made his way towards the hallway. Slowly, Heero walked down the stairs, trying to focus sore eyes in the darkness of the house at midnight. Eventually, he found himself in the kitchen. He moved a shaking hand towards a switch, turning on the bright light. He closed his eyes, trying to guard his already tormented head from the sudden illumination. Heero sighed, admitting defeat and opening his deep blue eyes and going towards the cabinet where all the medicines were kept. He poured a bottle out onto his hand, grasping three white pills. He turned, to get a drink, but instead was met bye one emerald eye and a lot of hair.
"Need this?" Trowa asked, holding out a bottle of water.
"Thanks." Heero replied meekly, taking it from him. Heero quickly swallowed the pain killers before looking back to Trowa, "So . . . I suspect you have heard."
"Yeah. Duo told me when I came home." Trowa paused, "Duo is really shaken up about this. We all are."
"Well . . . I do apologise." Heero mumbled sarcastically.
"Uh, how is . . . Quatre taking it?"
"Not very good . . . but . . . he will get over it."
"I don't know Heero." Trowa said, "You know how fragile Quatre can be."
"Yeah." Heero mumbled, looking towards the tiled floor. "I know." He decided it was time to change the subject. "Uh . . . what's gotten you up so early?"
"Starving!" Trowa answered, wiping an red apple on the only item of clothes he was wearing, a pair of loose fitting jogging bottoms, which were a little too short for him.
"Must be Duo's." Heero thought to himself.
"I better get back upstairs or Duo is going to wake up and think I ran away with the circus . . . which sometimes, compared to living in this house, doesn't seem like a bad idea!" Trowa said with a slight grin.
"Okay . . . goodnight."
"Goodnight." And Trowa left Heero alone. He sighed, deciding he should also get back to Quatre, not knowing how much longer they had together.
As Heero stepped into the bedroom, he saw Quatre, fighting with the bedcovers and nearly screaming. Heero's eyes widened and he ran to his lover's aid. Quatre was covered with a cold sweat, tears were streaming down his face, and he was breathing heavily between frightened screams, "QUATRE!" Heero yelled, shaking the blonde Arab gently. "QUATRE WAKE UP!" he tried again, shaking him a bit harder. Quatre's eyed flew open and he took short breaths, trying to calm himself down.
"Heero!" Quatre cried, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"Quatre, my love, its okay, I'm here for you. What . . . happened?" Heero asked, moving his hands reassuringly on Quatre's back.
"It . . . was terrible." Quatre sobbed.
"What was it, kitty?"
"I . . . I . . ." But Quatre could not make since of anything and he just broke down.
"Angel, calm down." Heero soothed, leaning his head against Quatre's, ignoring his own pain and concentrating on his love.
"I . . . won't . . . let . . . you . . . go."
"Quatre, you are going to have to." Heero sighed.
"No." Quatre said, acting as if he was a child not getting his way. "I can't lose you." Heero moved his hand under Quatre's chin and moved his head up to look Quatre in the eyes,
"Listen to me please. No matter what happens to me, you will never lose me. I will always be with you. Okay kitty?" Heero said sternly. Quatre took a few breathes before nodding. "I love you."
"I love you too, Heero." The small blonde sniffed and rested his head on Heero's chest. "You're heart . . . it's beating so fast."
"You scared me." Heero replied quietly.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise." Heero paused, "What were you dreaming about?"
"My life without you." Quatre said simply. Heero tightened his grip on Quatre's small body.
"Don't dwell on that now."
"It's hard not too." Quatre mumbled before looking back up at Heero. There eyes met, only for a second before Quatre slowly, but passionately kissing him.
***
"WHO DRANK MY ORANGE JUICE?!? I DEMAND JUSTICE!" Wufei screamed from downstairs, waking Heero and Quatre with a start.
"Another normal Saturday." Quatre mumbled before yawning loudly. "Heero?"
"Hn . . .?"
"Please tell me everything that happened yesterday was only a dream . . . I'm wrong, it's still Friday . . . I'm late for work . . . you are NOT dying . . ."
"Sorry angel."
"Damn." Quatre replied before rolling out of bed, "It was worth a try, I guess." He said with a sigh.
"WHOEVER IT IS WILL PAY!" Wufei continued to yell from downstairs.
"Shut up Wufei! Some people are still asleep!" they could hear Duo yell back at Wufei. "You probably drank it and feel like blaming others! And I am not in the mood for your shit today Wuffles!" he continued.
"Sorry Duo . . ." Wufei responded meekly. They could hear no more of the conversation.
"Go Duo . . ." Heero mumbled as he slipped his shirt over his head. Quatre chuckled,
"Note to self . . . don't piss off Duo today." Quatre said, turning towards Heero. "Let's go break up the fight that you know Duo and Wufei are in right now."
"Uh huh."
As the two got downstairs, they were met by a grumbling Wufei.
"Hello Yuy . . . Winner . . ." He mumbled. "I have to go now." He said and rushed up the stairs.
"Was the mighty Chang just running from 'lil Duo-kins?" Heero asked as he walked into the kitchen where Trowa sat behind a newspaper and a seething Duo sat, staring at his toast.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it." Trowa responded, not looking up from behind the paper. Duo glanced over at Heero as Quatre sat at the table.
"Did Wufei wake you two up?" he asked.
"Yeah, but, its okay." Heero answered, "I'll be 'sleeping' soon enough, rather be awake when I can." Duo sighed,
"Don't talk like that."
"Why? No point sugar coating the truth."
"He has a point, Duo."
"Thanks for your input, Cyclops."
"Hey! Everyone! Can we PLEASE get along?" Quatre pleaded, "I know none of us are in the best of moods, but, come on, we should get along." He added, looking from Trowa, to Duo and finally to Heero.
"Quatre's right." Trowa said, "Don't yell at me Duo!"
"Sorry Trowa." Duo said, standing up and walking over the uni-banged man. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. "Forgive me?"
"Yeah . . . I suppose so." Trowa replied, finally looking up, but only at Duo. Heero sighed and sat down in the seat closest to Quatre. Duo went back to his original seat.
"Anyways, Heero, can I get you anything, buddy?"
"No, I'm alright for now."
"You sure? Food, drink, anything?"
"Positive. Thank you Duo."
"Okay. But . . . you just tell me if you need anything."
"Okay Duo." Heero said, a smile on his lips. "But, I'm not going to break. I can take care of myself."
"But, I don't want you using any unnecessary energy or anything." Duo said quickly.
"Breathe while talking, Duo." Trowa said quietly without looking at him. Duo stuck his tongue out, "And put that away unless you plan on using it!" Duo smirked,
"And what if I do?"
"Well . . . then . . . what are you sitting over there for?" Trowa asked, still in the same tone as before.
"Well . . . with that attitude Mr. Clown, you can just forget it!"
"Mr. Clown?" Trowa asked, finally changing his tone and acknowledging the world outside the black and white print.
"Yeah . . . I quite like it." Duo paused, "Don't you?" he asked. Heero smiled, just watching his two friends. This was a normal morning routine . . . Duo would annoy Trowa until he paid attention to him. Heero sighed; he was going to miss these routines. "How could you not? Mr. Clown is quite good, I feel. What do you two think?"
"I'm not getting involved!" Quatre said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Heero?"
"It's catchy, I must admit."
"See . . . Heero likes it!"
"I don't care! I will not be addressed by 'Mr. Clown'!"
"Fine. . ." Duo finally retreated, as he did every morning. "Do you need anything Heero?"
"No Duo." Heero was already beginning to grow tired of this question. He suddenly placed his head in his hands and whimpered from the pounding pain.
"Heero!" Quatre exclaimed, placing his hands around his back.
"Ow . . ." was all Heero was able to say. After a few moments of the feeling that someone had shoved a red-hot poker in the side of his head, Heero looked up at the three pairs of eyes staring back at him. "I'm okay . . ."
"No . . . you're not!" Duo exclaimed.
"Yeah . . . it's okay . . . I'm used to the pain by now." He mumbled, standing up.
"Heero! Sit down!" Quatre demanded.
"No, I'm okay. I'm just going to go have a shower." Heero paused, "See you all in a few minutes . . ."
***
"He's been up there for over an hour now!" Quatre exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa.
"True. Go see if he's okay." Trowa mumbled. Quatre needed no other instruction and he bounded up the stairs. He knocked carefully on the bathroom door,
"Heero?" He called nervously. No answer. "Heero?" he tried again. No answer. The small blonde pressed his ear to the door. He could hear the water running, but no movement. Quatre feared the worst. Using all of his strength, he broke the door open, only to find Heero, unconscious on the bathroom floor, around his head was a small pool of blood. "HEERO!" He screamed. He dropped down to where Heero was, pressing an ear to his chest. He could scarcely hear a heart beat. "Wake up Heero." He pleaded. By this time, the other three occupants of the house were standing in the doorway.
"Is he alive?" Duo asked nervously.
"Barely." Quatre answered quickly. Quatre sighed heavily before slapping Heero hard across the face. "Sorry Heero." He murmured.
"Should I call an ambulance?" Trowa asked.
"No . . ." croaked Heero as he began to regain consciousness.
***
To be continued.
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 two - Nightmares in reality
It seemed as though Heero had just drifted off to sleep when searing pain shoot through his head and all the way down his spine. He felt like screaming in agony, but refrained, not wanting to awake his sleeping angel with tear stained cheeks. He took a few deep breaths, trying anything to ease the pain, just enough so he would not have to leave his lover's arms, but, his efforts came to no avail, and he couldn't stand it any longer. Carefully, he detached himself from Quatre's grasp, causing a soft whimper to escape from his lips. "Shh Angel." He whispered softly, leaning over to run a gentle hand through Quatre's soft blonde locks. Quatre made an incoherent noise as Heero slipped his clothes on and walked out the door on tip-toe. As he shut the door, his breath caught in his chest and, for a few seconds, he could not breathe and felt as if he were suffocating. But, finally his breathing became steady and he made his way towards the hallway. Slowly, Heero walked down the stairs, trying to focus sore eyes in the darkness of the house at midnight. Eventually, he found himself in the kitchen. He moved a shaking hand towards a switch, turning on the bright light. He closed his eyes, trying to guard his already tormented head from the sudden illumination. Heero sighed, admitting defeat and opening his deep blue eyes and going towards the cabinet where all the medicines were kept. He poured a bottle out onto his hand, grasping three white pills. He turned, to get a drink, but instead was met bye one emerald eye and a lot of hair.
"Need this?" Trowa asked, holding out a bottle of water.
"Thanks." Heero replied meekly, taking it from him. Heero quickly swallowed the pain killers before looking back to Trowa, "So . . . I suspect you have heard."
"Yeah. Duo told me when I came home." Trowa paused, "Duo is really shaken up about this. We all are."
"Well . . . I do apologise." Heero mumbled sarcastically.
"Uh, how is . . . Quatre taking it?"
"Not very good . . . but . . . he will get over it."
"I don't know Heero." Trowa said, "You know how fragile Quatre can be."
"Yeah." Heero mumbled, looking towards the tiled floor. "I know." He decided it was time to change the subject. "Uh . . . what's gotten you up so early?"
"Starving!" Trowa answered, wiping an red apple on the only item of clothes he was wearing, a pair of loose fitting jogging bottoms, which were a little too short for him.
"Must be Duo's." Heero thought to himself.
"I better get back upstairs or Duo is going to wake up and think I ran away with the circus . . . which sometimes, compared to living in this house, doesn't seem like a bad idea!" Trowa said with a slight grin.
"Okay . . . goodnight."
"Goodnight." And Trowa left Heero alone. He sighed, deciding he should also get back to Quatre, not knowing how much longer they had together.
As Heero stepped into the bedroom, he saw Quatre, fighting with the bedcovers and nearly screaming. Heero's eyes widened and he ran to his lover's aid. Quatre was covered with a cold sweat, tears were streaming down his face, and he was breathing heavily between frightened screams, "QUATRE!" Heero yelled, shaking the blonde Arab gently. "QUATRE WAKE UP!" he tried again, shaking him a bit harder. Quatre's eyed flew open and he took short breaths, trying to calm himself down.
"Heero!" Quatre cried, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"Quatre, my love, its okay, I'm here for you. What . . . happened?" Heero asked, moving his hands reassuringly on Quatre's back.
"It . . . was terrible." Quatre sobbed.
"What was it, kitty?"
"I . . . I . . ." But Quatre could not make since of anything and he just broke down.
"Angel, calm down." Heero soothed, leaning his head against Quatre's, ignoring his own pain and concentrating on his love.
"I . . . won't . . . let . . . you . . . go."
"Quatre, you are going to have to." Heero sighed.
"No." Quatre said, acting as if he was a child not getting his way. "I can't lose you." Heero moved his hand under Quatre's chin and moved his head up to look Quatre in the eyes,
"Listen to me please. No matter what happens to me, you will never lose me. I will always be with you. Okay kitty?" Heero said sternly. Quatre took a few breathes before nodding. "I love you."
"I love you too, Heero." The small blonde sniffed and rested his head on Heero's chest. "You're heart . . . it's beating so fast."
"You scared me." Heero replied quietly.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise." Heero paused, "What were you dreaming about?"
"My life without you." Quatre said simply. Heero tightened his grip on Quatre's small body.
"Don't dwell on that now."
"It's hard not too." Quatre mumbled before looking back up at Heero. There eyes met, only for a second before Quatre slowly, but passionately kissing him.
***
"WHO DRANK MY ORANGE JUICE?!? I DEMAND JUSTICE!" Wufei screamed from downstairs, waking Heero and Quatre with a start.
"Another normal Saturday." Quatre mumbled before yawning loudly. "Heero?"
"Hn . . .?"
"Please tell me everything that happened yesterday was only a dream . . . I'm wrong, it's still Friday . . . I'm late for work . . . you are NOT dying . . ."
"Sorry angel."
"Damn." Quatre replied before rolling out of bed, "It was worth a try, I guess." He said with a sigh.
"WHOEVER IT IS WILL PAY!" Wufei continued to yell from downstairs.
"Shut up Wufei! Some people are still asleep!" they could hear Duo yell back at Wufei. "You probably drank it and feel like blaming others! And I am not in the mood for your shit today Wuffles!" he continued.
"Sorry Duo . . ." Wufei responded meekly. They could hear no more of the conversation.
"Go Duo . . ." Heero mumbled as he slipped his shirt over his head. Quatre chuckled,
"Note to self . . . don't piss off Duo today." Quatre said, turning towards Heero. "Let's go break up the fight that you know Duo and Wufei are in right now."
"Uh huh."
As the two got downstairs, they were met by a grumbling Wufei.
"Hello Yuy . . . Winner . . ." He mumbled. "I have to go now." He said and rushed up the stairs.
"Was the mighty Chang just running from 'lil Duo-kins?" Heero asked as he walked into the kitchen where Trowa sat behind a newspaper and a seething Duo sat, staring at his toast.
"Yeah, that's pretty much it." Trowa responded, not looking up from behind the paper. Duo glanced over at Heero as Quatre sat at the table.
"Did Wufei wake you two up?" he asked.
"Yeah, but, its okay." Heero answered, "I'll be 'sleeping' soon enough, rather be awake when I can." Duo sighed,
"Don't talk like that."
"Why? No point sugar coating the truth."
"He has a point, Duo."
"Thanks for your input, Cyclops."
"Hey! Everyone! Can we PLEASE get along?" Quatre pleaded, "I know none of us are in the best of moods, but, come on, we should get along." He added, looking from Trowa, to Duo and finally to Heero.
"Quatre's right." Trowa said, "Don't yell at me Duo!"
"Sorry Trowa." Duo said, standing up and walking over the uni-banged man. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. "Forgive me?"
"Yeah . . . I suppose so." Trowa replied, finally looking up, but only at Duo. Heero sighed and sat down in the seat closest to Quatre. Duo went back to his original seat.
"Anyways, Heero, can I get you anything, buddy?"
"No, I'm alright for now."
"You sure? Food, drink, anything?"
"Positive. Thank you Duo."
"Okay. But . . . you just tell me if you need anything."
"Okay Duo." Heero said, a smile on his lips. "But, I'm not going to break. I can take care of myself."
"But, I don't want you using any unnecessary energy or anything." Duo said quickly.
"Breathe while talking, Duo." Trowa said quietly without looking at him. Duo stuck his tongue out, "And put that away unless you plan on using it!" Duo smirked,
"And what if I do?"
"Well . . . then . . . what are you sitting over there for?" Trowa asked, still in the same tone as before.
"Well . . . with that attitude Mr. Clown, you can just forget it!"
"Mr. Clown?" Trowa asked, finally changing his tone and acknowledging the world outside the black and white print.
"Yeah . . . I quite like it." Duo paused, "Don't you?" he asked. Heero smiled, just watching his two friends. This was a normal morning routine . . . Duo would annoy Trowa until he paid attention to him. Heero sighed; he was going to miss these routines. "How could you not? Mr. Clown is quite good, I feel. What do you two think?"
"I'm not getting involved!" Quatre said, folding his arms over his chest.
"Heero?"
"It's catchy, I must admit."
"See . . . Heero likes it!"
"I don't care! I will not be addressed by 'Mr. Clown'!"
"Fine. . ." Duo finally retreated, as he did every morning. "Do you need anything Heero?"
"No Duo." Heero was already beginning to grow tired of this question. He suddenly placed his head in his hands and whimpered from the pounding pain.
"Heero!" Quatre exclaimed, placing his hands around his back.
"Ow . . ." was all Heero was able to say. After a few moments of the feeling that someone had shoved a red-hot poker in the side of his head, Heero looked up at the three pairs of eyes staring back at him. "I'm okay . . ."
"No . . . you're not!" Duo exclaimed.
"Yeah . . . it's okay . . . I'm used to the pain by now." He mumbled, standing up.
"Heero! Sit down!" Quatre demanded.
"No, I'm okay. I'm just going to go have a shower." Heero paused, "See you all in a few minutes . . ."
***
"He's been up there for over an hour now!" Quatre exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa.
"True. Go see if he's okay." Trowa mumbled. Quatre needed no other instruction and he bounded up the stairs. He knocked carefully on the bathroom door,
"Heero?" He called nervously. No answer. "Heero?" he tried again. No answer. The small blonde pressed his ear to the door. He could hear the water running, but no movement. Quatre feared the worst. Using all of his strength, he broke the door open, only to find Heero, unconscious on the bathroom floor, around his head was a small pool of blood. "HEERO!" He screamed. He dropped down to where Heero was, pressing an ear to his chest. He could scarcely hear a heart beat. "Wake up Heero." He pleaded. By this time, the other three occupants of the house were standing in the doorway.
"Is he alive?" Duo asked nervously.
"Barely." Quatre answered quickly. Quatre sighed heavily before slapping Heero hard across the face. "Sorry Heero." He murmured.
"Should I call an ambulance?" Trowa asked.
"No . . ." croaked Heero as he began to regain consciousness.
***
To be continued.
