A Diamond So Dark...
Occurrences after Mercy's Sacrifice and the Sequel
Disclaimer: We do not own anything affiliated with Gundam Wing or its creations. Angela does own the plot and in helping, I revised and wrote the story. A joint creation. Any original characters along with Blacke Diamond sprung from either her or my own minds.
~+~ Chapter 7 ~+~ Dispute and Query
Sighing and looking over his shoulder to Duo, Trowa took up the liquid morphine and a syringe, making his way over to both the American youth who couldn't dare to stay in bed and rest out of the way, but had to be around and help. Even if it was welcome to have the help, Duo should still be taking care. "This is an overdose to normal people, but this should ease a bit of Heero's torment." Inserting the needle with the dosage into the IV tube, he let it drip and run into the Japanese boy's arm, they'd been able to snag a few IV bags from the hospital so that the youth could rest easier and he'd have a bit to recover from anyway. No use in having him waste needed strength.
"Heh, if he's not immune to that too." With a half-hearted laugher, Duo realized how much he truly worried for the Arabian boy still in capture.
"Not in this weakened condition; even he wouldn't be." Standing and stretching his arms high over his head, the youth looked about for the young warrior, he having seemed to vanish. "I'll be right back Duo." With just as much silence as he'd entered, the youth fell back through the open doorway, arms dropping lazily to his sides as emerald prisms gazed about for the independent fighter. A soft yet rhythmic clicking fell to keen ears as spheres of sharp watch fell upon his target of desire, spying the map as well as coordinates that seemed unknown of before which the ladder studied over swiftly. Thoughts racing through his mind in a whirlwind, Trowa knew what it was of, and what Wufei was to do. It had to be. "You're not going alone."
Head shooting up and rather surprised he hadn't caught the movements of Trowa before, yet quickly logged out of the programs and shut the computer down. "They can't take care of themselves. That, and if you're there, she'll just kill Quatre." Soft hiss spoke so as the others would not hear.
"What makes you think she would?"
"Don't ask that, and I don't need your help in this. I will go alone..." Standing and grabbing for his white jacket, the youth was caught in the middle of his actions by a soft speaking.
"And if you lose? They'll kill him or hurt him further... You'd sacrifice Quatre's life and put him further in jeopardy when this is to be a "rescue" mission just because you've got a score to settle with having to back down from a woman in battle?" He knew he was pushing Wufei, yet Wufei pushed first, the boy pushed back in the best interested he believed for one of his dearest and few friends.
"Then who'll be here with them? They didn't just attain scratches, and they sure as hell can't take care of themselves..." Again, Wufei grabbed for his coat, yet doubts now filled his stubborn mind. What if he did lose the battle for Quatre? Of course he wasn't afraid of a woman, but even he had his lost battles and this woman may just fight dirty. Then Quatre would be lost to the enemy and they most likely wouldn't be able to get him back.
"We can get Sally over. We're not too far off from her base." Still not giving up, he watched as the youth before him mulled over the thoughts, still not backing down but growing more anxious as a slight fear overcame him for the Arabian Prince. He seemed to know that Quatre grew weaker and was losing hope in them, yet fought for the hope he did have. It was just a feeling, though he trusted it in full. "Look Wufei, we can sit here and debate all day who's going and who's not, but if you mess up, then someone's gotta be there to make sure it gets done. That, and Quatre can't keep doing this... just trust me on that." Dead set in determination, the youth watched the second turn to him again in thought, giving a reluctant nod.
"Let's get her then quickly and get her here."
Without hesitation, a swift and single stride was taken to the counter, the circus performer skillfully typing away at the keys in knowing and a second sense, hastily bringing up the frequency to Sally's computers and hacking onto her server, sent her a message and waited with no word more spoken. Wufei shifted behind him uneasily, yet Trowa's attention was drawn back at a sudden answer to his paging.
Sally's semi-exhausted features appeared on the second end of the connection, yet she gave a slightly surprised smile. "Eh... heya guys. H- how's it going on your end?" Curious and slightly hesitant, she listened to the second cut her off from speaking any further.
"We need you to come watch after Heero and Duo. They've been hurt and can't really take care of themselves, the entire thing with the school kidnappings. We've yet to finish the mission, but needed you. Someone needs to take care of the others." Trowa was blunt in his statements, getting a small nod from the elder woman.
"Can do... give me a couple of hours and we'll be there. I'll go ahead and bring along one of my nurses..." Looking over her computer top and calling out a few orders, the rebel doctor seemingly tired enough by the war, yet knew her duty.
"Right, we'll prepare here until you arrive."
~ยง~
A soft groan fell gently from the boy's lips, his body heavy and unwilling to move unless to his most stubborn of commands, once life filled eyes now dulled and open in small, teal blue slits instead of a bold blue. Quatre was so weak, so tired, so sick feeling as the sedative kept its hold upon him, he not having eaten in days and his soul's hope fading as did, at one time or another, a candle's flame.
Soft, ragged breaths echoed in his ears, his own as the darkened room lay about him in stillness, except for the continual and barely noticeable clicking of the consul keys. Danya never left the room; someone was always there with him. Really, what_was_he_going_to_do?! What *could* he do? Sometimes, these people were just hopeless. Either way, he wasn't going to pull anything off, and he had to wait for the others. Where were they? Were they even coming? Doubts filled the boy's ready mind, one that was so easily manipulated in such an exhausted state that he was ready to believe anything, regardless of his deep loyalties. Yet a small coughing fell from his lips, the sedative was finally wearing off.
The sound of a slamming door pulled Quatre from his thoughts, the young pilot alert. He realized with no small amount of horror that Kayura had returned from her meeting, and that he, yet again, had no ability to defend himself. He was lying where he had been for the last few hours, on a small pallet at the far wall, across from Kayura's 'throne'. He shivered as he saw Kayura storm into her large quarters, looking very upset.
Kayura, her hair wildly flying, stomped to her command chair and sat down. Her eyes were furious.
Sudden movement from the left of Quatre nearly made him jump, though not possible physically, it startled his mind. Kayura's right-hand woman, Danya, was getting out of her chair from the computer desk. She but glanced emotionlessly at Quatre as she walked toward Kayura.
Kayura didn't even give her a chance to get all the way to her before she growled, "They are completely impossible!" Quatre winced at the tone of her voice, it rising high in a screech, yet he stayed still as he could not do anything but wait for the sedative to wear off.
The silent woman bowed and then stood, listening patiently. All the while, Kayura continued viciously, "I give them orders and they still continue to give me incompetent excuses! I don't know why I don't have them executed! If they to not finish that shipment of Delta Mobiles, our sister base will not be able to take that shipment of electron-R chips. Rgh!" Kayura inhaled and let out a slow hiss.
Danya bowed again. "You are upset, Lady Kayura. It doesn't suit you. Please, may I get you something?"
Kayura let out a growl. "Fine. Bring me something to drink."
The woman bowed and went to do Kayura's bidding. Meanwhile, Kayura stared, frustrated, at the ground. Quatre watched with worn and near pleading eyes of exhaustion, almost afraid to breathe. He didn't want to bring attention to himself. A shiver ran the length of his back and body, the room cold and his ability to control his body growing easier and further under discipline. His back and arms still hurt, as well as his bruised body. His cold wasn't helping matters any, also. Cautiously, he allowed his thoughts to drift to Heero and Duo, for he could feel their pain. He wished he could be with them, wherever they were. Quatre's thoughts drifted to Wufei and how he had said that would come to challenge Kayura. As the young man though about his friend, he felt Wufei's determination. 'Please Wufei, don't do anything foolish, my friend.' At this, the small flame of hope within his soul rose higher, yet it again began to dwindle into darkness.
The woman returned with Kayura's drink as asked, just as silently as she'd left to fetch it. Kayura took it and drank without care, a few gulps of the wine glass and the beverage was gone. Danya but returned to her chair in front of the computer. As Quatre watched her, coughs fell from his unknowing lips and echoed of his life in the room.
"Done with your nap, child?" Kayura said, looking at him with a smirk. Quatre looked at her, allowing the sudden alarm he felt to show in his exhausted eyes. Kayura let out a chuckle at his look. "Are you frightened? Aww. I'll make you feel better."
Quatre tried to move as her gaze suggested further torture, knowing full well that if only he wasn't so exhausted, he could fight back and maybe, just maybe escape; but in his condition, whatever Kayura was fixing to do to him, he would just have to bear for the time.
"Danya, pick him up!" Kayura ordered, yet with more of a sensuous tone in sadistic teasing.
The woman stood and emotionlessly walked toward Quatre, as Quatre tried to move away from her. Kayura let out an evil laugh as Danya grabbed Quatre and pulled the half conscious boy up. Roughly twisting his arm behind his back, Quatre was made to wait for the advancing Kayura in fear.
Kayura grinned evilly at this, mischief flaring in her eyes. As she closed the distance between her and the other two, she picked up an injection from the table next to her.
Quatre recognized the neon green liquid inside. Kayura was planning to inject the hallucinogen into him again. Once realizing this, Quatre pushed back weakly against Danya, a small tortured noise escaping his lips, yet that was all.
Kayura just laughed, cold and merciless, in the room, sound echoing about all.
A few moments of silence passed before a whimper or two fell upon the unmoving air as soon terror ripped throughout the boy's tormented body, sending hoarse screams from tender lips as futile struggles fell useless in the teen's living nightmares, the screams of utter horror echoing within the walls.
~*~
Entering the small house as the day passed further into the night's slumber, the young rebel woman known as Sally Po stepped into the main room, softly lit by an electric lamp in the corner. Not much sound echoed in the sparsely furnished safe house, except that of a radio down the hall, the lyrics undetermined in wording, as they were soft. "Wow... this is a big change..." Looking back to her assistant and nurse, she'd need her, the young woman looked to the barely younger teens before her. Trowa had worn himself down quite a bit, Wufei near the same, though he faired a bit better than the first. "Where are the others?"
At this, the young warrior's voice broke the moment of silence that did pause in the still air. "They're down the hall... Duo's up but he's being stubborn, per usual, and watching over Heero for the time. *He* on the other hand, has yet to wake again from his unconsciousness..."
Large yawn escaping his lips, Trowa leaned but lazily against the closed door, arms crossed wearily against the front of his chest. "He's doing better than he was, Duo of course is himself and didn't suffer much, but Heero's still got a ways to go yet... I'm just worried about his waist. It was practically torn open and it looks like possible infection, not to mention it'd explain why even with the help of the IVs that his fever still won't go down..." Following as Wufei did lead the two women down the hall, youth dodged a chair clumsily; vision very unfocused as sleep beckoned him.
With a nod, the ex-Alliance doctor did peer inside the second, softly lit room, finding that was where the music came from. What met her eyes was not that of which was expected. Heero did lay asleep, numerous bandages stretching over his body, or the portions unhidden by the warm blankets, the IVs dripping into the pale form, though he seemed so--weak and vulnerable. For those who knew Heero, that just_wasn't_him. It wasn't what you expected to find. "... Whoa.."
The American's head shot up at the voice, offering small smile and wave, jovial voice gentle and speaking just above a whisper, calling his greeting. "Heya Sally, haven't seen ya in a while. How's it goin'?" The words were casual as if nothing were wrong.
Snickering, the young woman did make her way to the bed. "So much like you... but I'm making you get back to bed. I've got it from here and I won't hesitate to strap you to that bed."
"Well now, no need to get *that* rough... but hey, if you like it like that.." In perverted teasing, Duo tried to lighten the mood but snickered and pulled back at the smack in his arm. "Abuse.."
"Next time, I'll use my first instinct. I like to punch, better." With smirk playing over lush lips, Sally gave the youth a teasing yet warning glare. "You guys go get some sleep, you know you can't do anything tonight. Not if you're ready to pass out at the controls." With these words, Sally ushered the three boys off, settling them and having to threaten each into final submission to sleep, which all took readily once swayed from stubbornness.
"Deanna, go ahead and grab the field wrap and gauze, then settle in for a long haul because this is going to be a very long night." Simple words were spoken from Sally's lips, hands unnoticed in taking the blankets back from the wounded boy, slowly the unwrapping of his rag doll-like body began. She'd treat them as best as she could and knew how.
~*~
*Silver Seraph*: Okay okay, I know I took forever in getting this out and it's short, but with Symphonic band and the practicing to do with that, and all my advanced classes and switch of terms and exams.. plus I just began working about two weeks ago and I work 5 days a week and average about 23- 24 hours, yeah, it's hard to find time to do much anymore. That, and I'm losing ambition, so I could really use help in ideas guys. Maybe, like post in reviews what you think is gonna happen. I really need some help here. But gotta go, take it Ang, I need to go force the boys into helping clean house they like to leave a mess... *wanders off, finding her first victim--Wufei*
*Ang*: *feels sorry for Wufei* Okay. Um, I'm starting to feel the need for reviews, too. Please review, peeps! Skittles to all of the readers who have been begging for this chapter! Oh, and such great things are fixing to happen, too. I hope Silver gets extra-inspired.
~Trowa~: Did you say 'Skittles'?
*Ang*: Yeah, but only to the reviewers. Their begging made me want to write! And I'm not even writing the story!! . Wait a minute, maybe I will write! Aha! I will write to INSPIRE Silver!! Yes! *starts typing madly in Word*
~Trowa~: Hm. Don't make me look stupid. Leave that for Duo.
*Ang*: *absent mindedly* Or Wufei.
~Trowa~: Okay.
~Wufei~: *coming up* INJUSTICE! Only Duo can be made to look foolish!
*Ang*: *absently* Isn't Silver looking for you?
~Wufei~: Um.
*Ang*: *still typing* Go away before I have Silver have Kayura capture you both. Hey! Now that's not a bad idea! *starts typing faster* Yes, this is getting good!
*Silver Seraph* : *absently walks into the room, glaring at Wufei and giving a sharp hiss, then stomping after the boy who fled* YOU sir are going to learn to do the LAUNDRY! *"Danger Zone" from Top Gun plays in the background*
Disclaimer: We do not own anything affiliated with Gundam Wing or its creations. Angela does own the plot and in helping, I revised and wrote the story. A joint creation. Any original characters along with Blacke Diamond sprung from either her or my own minds.
~+~ Chapter 7 ~+~ Dispute and Query
Sighing and looking over his shoulder to Duo, Trowa took up the liquid morphine and a syringe, making his way over to both the American youth who couldn't dare to stay in bed and rest out of the way, but had to be around and help. Even if it was welcome to have the help, Duo should still be taking care. "This is an overdose to normal people, but this should ease a bit of Heero's torment." Inserting the needle with the dosage into the IV tube, he let it drip and run into the Japanese boy's arm, they'd been able to snag a few IV bags from the hospital so that the youth could rest easier and he'd have a bit to recover from anyway. No use in having him waste needed strength.
"Heh, if he's not immune to that too." With a half-hearted laugher, Duo realized how much he truly worried for the Arabian boy still in capture.
"Not in this weakened condition; even he wouldn't be." Standing and stretching his arms high over his head, the youth looked about for the young warrior, he having seemed to vanish. "I'll be right back Duo." With just as much silence as he'd entered, the youth fell back through the open doorway, arms dropping lazily to his sides as emerald prisms gazed about for the independent fighter. A soft yet rhythmic clicking fell to keen ears as spheres of sharp watch fell upon his target of desire, spying the map as well as coordinates that seemed unknown of before which the ladder studied over swiftly. Thoughts racing through his mind in a whirlwind, Trowa knew what it was of, and what Wufei was to do. It had to be. "You're not going alone."
Head shooting up and rather surprised he hadn't caught the movements of Trowa before, yet quickly logged out of the programs and shut the computer down. "They can't take care of themselves. That, and if you're there, she'll just kill Quatre." Soft hiss spoke so as the others would not hear.
"What makes you think she would?"
"Don't ask that, and I don't need your help in this. I will go alone..." Standing and grabbing for his white jacket, the youth was caught in the middle of his actions by a soft speaking.
"And if you lose? They'll kill him or hurt him further... You'd sacrifice Quatre's life and put him further in jeopardy when this is to be a "rescue" mission just because you've got a score to settle with having to back down from a woman in battle?" He knew he was pushing Wufei, yet Wufei pushed first, the boy pushed back in the best interested he believed for one of his dearest and few friends.
"Then who'll be here with them? They didn't just attain scratches, and they sure as hell can't take care of themselves..." Again, Wufei grabbed for his coat, yet doubts now filled his stubborn mind. What if he did lose the battle for Quatre? Of course he wasn't afraid of a woman, but even he had his lost battles and this woman may just fight dirty. Then Quatre would be lost to the enemy and they most likely wouldn't be able to get him back.
"We can get Sally over. We're not too far off from her base." Still not giving up, he watched as the youth before him mulled over the thoughts, still not backing down but growing more anxious as a slight fear overcame him for the Arabian Prince. He seemed to know that Quatre grew weaker and was losing hope in them, yet fought for the hope he did have. It was just a feeling, though he trusted it in full. "Look Wufei, we can sit here and debate all day who's going and who's not, but if you mess up, then someone's gotta be there to make sure it gets done. That, and Quatre can't keep doing this... just trust me on that." Dead set in determination, the youth watched the second turn to him again in thought, giving a reluctant nod.
"Let's get her then quickly and get her here."
Without hesitation, a swift and single stride was taken to the counter, the circus performer skillfully typing away at the keys in knowing and a second sense, hastily bringing up the frequency to Sally's computers and hacking onto her server, sent her a message and waited with no word more spoken. Wufei shifted behind him uneasily, yet Trowa's attention was drawn back at a sudden answer to his paging.
Sally's semi-exhausted features appeared on the second end of the connection, yet she gave a slightly surprised smile. "Eh... heya guys. H- how's it going on your end?" Curious and slightly hesitant, she listened to the second cut her off from speaking any further.
"We need you to come watch after Heero and Duo. They've been hurt and can't really take care of themselves, the entire thing with the school kidnappings. We've yet to finish the mission, but needed you. Someone needs to take care of the others." Trowa was blunt in his statements, getting a small nod from the elder woman.
"Can do... give me a couple of hours and we'll be there. I'll go ahead and bring along one of my nurses..." Looking over her computer top and calling out a few orders, the rebel doctor seemingly tired enough by the war, yet knew her duty.
"Right, we'll prepare here until you arrive."
~ยง~
A soft groan fell gently from the boy's lips, his body heavy and unwilling to move unless to his most stubborn of commands, once life filled eyes now dulled and open in small, teal blue slits instead of a bold blue. Quatre was so weak, so tired, so sick feeling as the sedative kept its hold upon him, he not having eaten in days and his soul's hope fading as did, at one time or another, a candle's flame.
Soft, ragged breaths echoed in his ears, his own as the darkened room lay about him in stillness, except for the continual and barely noticeable clicking of the consul keys. Danya never left the room; someone was always there with him. Really, what_was_he_going_to_do?! What *could* he do? Sometimes, these people were just hopeless. Either way, he wasn't going to pull anything off, and he had to wait for the others. Where were they? Were they even coming? Doubts filled the boy's ready mind, one that was so easily manipulated in such an exhausted state that he was ready to believe anything, regardless of his deep loyalties. Yet a small coughing fell from his lips, the sedative was finally wearing off.
The sound of a slamming door pulled Quatre from his thoughts, the young pilot alert. He realized with no small amount of horror that Kayura had returned from her meeting, and that he, yet again, had no ability to defend himself. He was lying where he had been for the last few hours, on a small pallet at the far wall, across from Kayura's 'throne'. He shivered as he saw Kayura storm into her large quarters, looking very upset.
Kayura, her hair wildly flying, stomped to her command chair and sat down. Her eyes were furious.
Sudden movement from the left of Quatre nearly made him jump, though not possible physically, it startled his mind. Kayura's right-hand woman, Danya, was getting out of her chair from the computer desk. She but glanced emotionlessly at Quatre as she walked toward Kayura.
Kayura didn't even give her a chance to get all the way to her before she growled, "They are completely impossible!" Quatre winced at the tone of her voice, it rising high in a screech, yet he stayed still as he could not do anything but wait for the sedative to wear off.
The silent woman bowed and then stood, listening patiently. All the while, Kayura continued viciously, "I give them orders and they still continue to give me incompetent excuses! I don't know why I don't have them executed! If they to not finish that shipment of Delta Mobiles, our sister base will not be able to take that shipment of electron-R chips. Rgh!" Kayura inhaled and let out a slow hiss.
Danya bowed again. "You are upset, Lady Kayura. It doesn't suit you. Please, may I get you something?"
Kayura let out a growl. "Fine. Bring me something to drink."
The woman bowed and went to do Kayura's bidding. Meanwhile, Kayura stared, frustrated, at the ground. Quatre watched with worn and near pleading eyes of exhaustion, almost afraid to breathe. He didn't want to bring attention to himself. A shiver ran the length of his back and body, the room cold and his ability to control his body growing easier and further under discipline. His back and arms still hurt, as well as his bruised body. His cold wasn't helping matters any, also. Cautiously, he allowed his thoughts to drift to Heero and Duo, for he could feel their pain. He wished he could be with them, wherever they were. Quatre's thoughts drifted to Wufei and how he had said that would come to challenge Kayura. As the young man though about his friend, he felt Wufei's determination. 'Please Wufei, don't do anything foolish, my friend.' At this, the small flame of hope within his soul rose higher, yet it again began to dwindle into darkness.
The woman returned with Kayura's drink as asked, just as silently as she'd left to fetch it. Kayura took it and drank without care, a few gulps of the wine glass and the beverage was gone. Danya but returned to her chair in front of the computer. As Quatre watched her, coughs fell from his unknowing lips and echoed of his life in the room.
"Done with your nap, child?" Kayura said, looking at him with a smirk. Quatre looked at her, allowing the sudden alarm he felt to show in his exhausted eyes. Kayura let out a chuckle at his look. "Are you frightened? Aww. I'll make you feel better."
Quatre tried to move as her gaze suggested further torture, knowing full well that if only he wasn't so exhausted, he could fight back and maybe, just maybe escape; but in his condition, whatever Kayura was fixing to do to him, he would just have to bear for the time.
"Danya, pick him up!" Kayura ordered, yet with more of a sensuous tone in sadistic teasing.
The woman stood and emotionlessly walked toward Quatre, as Quatre tried to move away from her. Kayura let out an evil laugh as Danya grabbed Quatre and pulled the half conscious boy up. Roughly twisting his arm behind his back, Quatre was made to wait for the advancing Kayura in fear.
Kayura grinned evilly at this, mischief flaring in her eyes. As she closed the distance between her and the other two, she picked up an injection from the table next to her.
Quatre recognized the neon green liquid inside. Kayura was planning to inject the hallucinogen into him again. Once realizing this, Quatre pushed back weakly against Danya, a small tortured noise escaping his lips, yet that was all.
Kayura just laughed, cold and merciless, in the room, sound echoing about all.
A few moments of silence passed before a whimper or two fell upon the unmoving air as soon terror ripped throughout the boy's tormented body, sending hoarse screams from tender lips as futile struggles fell useless in the teen's living nightmares, the screams of utter horror echoing within the walls.
~*~
Entering the small house as the day passed further into the night's slumber, the young rebel woman known as Sally Po stepped into the main room, softly lit by an electric lamp in the corner. Not much sound echoed in the sparsely furnished safe house, except that of a radio down the hall, the lyrics undetermined in wording, as they were soft. "Wow... this is a big change..." Looking back to her assistant and nurse, she'd need her, the young woman looked to the barely younger teens before her. Trowa had worn himself down quite a bit, Wufei near the same, though he faired a bit better than the first. "Where are the others?"
At this, the young warrior's voice broke the moment of silence that did pause in the still air. "They're down the hall... Duo's up but he's being stubborn, per usual, and watching over Heero for the time. *He* on the other hand, has yet to wake again from his unconsciousness..."
Large yawn escaping his lips, Trowa leaned but lazily against the closed door, arms crossed wearily against the front of his chest. "He's doing better than he was, Duo of course is himself and didn't suffer much, but Heero's still got a ways to go yet... I'm just worried about his waist. It was practically torn open and it looks like possible infection, not to mention it'd explain why even with the help of the IVs that his fever still won't go down..." Following as Wufei did lead the two women down the hall, youth dodged a chair clumsily; vision very unfocused as sleep beckoned him.
With a nod, the ex-Alliance doctor did peer inside the second, softly lit room, finding that was where the music came from. What met her eyes was not that of which was expected. Heero did lay asleep, numerous bandages stretching over his body, or the portions unhidden by the warm blankets, the IVs dripping into the pale form, though he seemed so--weak and vulnerable. For those who knew Heero, that just_wasn't_him. It wasn't what you expected to find. "... Whoa.."
The American's head shot up at the voice, offering small smile and wave, jovial voice gentle and speaking just above a whisper, calling his greeting. "Heya Sally, haven't seen ya in a while. How's it goin'?" The words were casual as if nothing were wrong.
Snickering, the young woman did make her way to the bed. "So much like you... but I'm making you get back to bed. I've got it from here and I won't hesitate to strap you to that bed."
"Well now, no need to get *that* rough... but hey, if you like it like that.." In perverted teasing, Duo tried to lighten the mood but snickered and pulled back at the smack in his arm. "Abuse.."
"Next time, I'll use my first instinct. I like to punch, better." With smirk playing over lush lips, Sally gave the youth a teasing yet warning glare. "You guys go get some sleep, you know you can't do anything tonight. Not if you're ready to pass out at the controls." With these words, Sally ushered the three boys off, settling them and having to threaten each into final submission to sleep, which all took readily once swayed from stubbornness.
"Deanna, go ahead and grab the field wrap and gauze, then settle in for a long haul because this is going to be a very long night." Simple words were spoken from Sally's lips, hands unnoticed in taking the blankets back from the wounded boy, slowly the unwrapping of his rag doll-like body began. She'd treat them as best as she could and knew how.
~*~
*Silver Seraph*: Okay okay, I know I took forever in getting this out and it's short, but with Symphonic band and the practicing to do with that, and all my advanced classes and switch of terms and exams.. plus I just began working about two weeks ago and I work 5 days a week and average about 23- 24 hours, yeah, it's hard to find time to do much anymore. That, and I'm losing ambition, so I could really use help in ideas guys. Maybe, like post in reviews what you think is gonna happen. I really need some help here. But gotta go, take it Ang, I need to go force the boys into helping clean house they like to leave a mess... *wanders off, finding her first victim--Wufei*
*Ang*: *feels sorry for Wufei* Okay. Um, I'm starting to feel the need for reviews, too. Please review, peeps! Skittles to all of the readers who have been begging for this chapter! Oh, and such great things are fixing to happen, too. I hope Silver gets extra-inspired.
~Trowa~: Did you say 'Skittles'?
*Ang*: Yeah, but only to the reviewers. Their begging made me want to write! And I'm not even writing the story!! . Wait a minute, maybe I will write! Aha! I will write to INSPIRE Silver!! Yes! *starts typing madly in Word*
~Trowa~: Hm. Don't make me look stupid. Leave that for Duo.
*Ang*: *absent mindedly* Or Wufei.
~Trowa~: Okay.
~Wufei~: *coming up* INJUSTICE! Only Duo can be made to look foolish!
*Ang*: *absently* Isn't Silver looking for you?
~Wufei~: Um.
*Ang*: *still typing* Go away before I have Silver have Kayura capture you both. Hey! Now that's not a bad idea! *starts typing faster* Yes, this is getting good!
*Silver Seraph* : *absently walks into the room, glaring at Wufei and giving a sharp hiss, then stomping after the boy who fled* YOU sir are going to learn to do the LAUNDRY! *"Danger Zone" from Top Gun plays in the background*