Chapter Six: Indispensable
Act One: Serious
By: Alexandria the Great (who needs to get her freakin priorities strait)
Heero drifted in and out of consciousness for a few hours. The crack of light wedged in his eyes saw the Epyon for a fleeting second, and he knew he was on his way to hell. He could hear himself speaking, begging for Relena's forgiveness, and drifted away in a little boat of surrealism aimed for the stars.
"…Relena, please…"
"Don't you 'Relena, please' me, you bastard! I trusted you and now look what happened!"
"But I tried to—"
"You tried to what? You couldn't have tried very hard if you lost that girl and got my Heero hurt!"
"….Relena just listen to him…"
"Forget it, I'm not listening to any of you anymore! I'm taking him home! I'm tired of him constantly getting hurt!"
"Relena, if you take him home, we'll eventually have to bring him back."
There was a pause. Heero heard the most familiar sound in the world to him: the charge of an AK.
"Touch him and die."
No, that couldn't have been Relena. Not my Relena, no way in hell. She goes to pieces when I mention guns around her. Heero groaned, and tried to open his eyes.
Relena gasped. "Heero, Heero, honey, go back to sleep."
A warm compress rowed the surrealistic boat to the blackness of deep sleep.
His eyelids shot open hours later, to the sound of Velcro ripping and shoe laces being tied. He sat up. His jaw dropped.
"Heero! You woke up so suddenly!"
"Relena, what in God's name are you doing in my uniform?"
Relena had on a form-fitting version of Heero's black, gold-trimmed jacket, matching pants, and black boots. She even had a semi-automatic handgun in the small, stylish halter.
"I've gone from diplomat to delinquent." She smiled. Heero couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a military woman, and looked twice as aggressive as Hilde, because she was mad. She sat down on the bed by Heero and kissed him.
"Heero, your injures are going to take too long to heal. I'm going to escort you home, and come back, and take your place."
"…" Never in his wildest dreams could Heero imagine Relena like this, all toughed up and cold. And now she wanted to fight. She kissed him again. God, she looked sexy in his altered suit.
"I'll be back in a few minutes to get you home," she promised. Heero's eyes glossed over. She was serious.
"Heero, did you hear me?"
"Relena…"
"I'm not just going to stand by and watch you get hurt again and again. There aren't enough people going on our missions with you. I'm going on the next one with you and Lance."
"…what…"
"Don't you dare try to stop with me. I chased you before, but now, I'm joining you."
Heero laid back down and closed his eyes. This wasn't happening.
"By the way," she said through his black eyelids, "I'm taking over your trainees."
"WHAT?!" Heero jumped out of bed and stood over her. Relena smiled sweetly.
"I'm just kidding, my love. But I am joining you on your next mission."
Heero turned and climbed back into bed. She wasn't serious. He felt a weight on his chest, warm, welcome, and busty.
"I'm serious." Relena whispered. Heero groaned.