Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina Lin Genre: Romance, Action, Suspense Parings: 13x6, 1x2, 3x4, 5xS Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Citrus, Language, Violence Rating: R Archived: GWFF, S_E Updates, SDQB, FF.net
Chapter 28
Hastings frowned across the table at the two men in front of him.
"You realize that your actions could have resulted in the death of your friends," he said, folding his arms.
"But it didn't," said Heero, looking up at the FBI agent from under long ragged dark brown bangs.
"You were damn lucky," growled Hastings. "That's all."
"If you have any charges, file them, read me my rights, and arrest my ass" said Heero. "Otherwise, put up or shut up and let us the hell out of here."
"Technically, you're both in violation of some minor statutes," said Hastings, crumpling an empty coffee cup and tossing it into the trash in the corner of the sheriff's office.
Wufei, who had said nothing until now, cleared his throat. "But?" he said, hearing the hesitation in the agent's voice.
"You know damn well that if I nail you with some piddly-ass charges for what you did, I'll have the media vultures screaming down on my neck for months!" said a frustrated Hastings.
"God knows The Bureau gets enough shitty press as it is," he sighed. "I've been ordered by higher ups to develop a sudden case of amnesia. This interrogation is officially over. You can both go."
Heero stood up. "Too bad, I was looking forward to suing your balls off in court," he said, stretching his back until it audibly popped.
Wufei nodded, and tried not to grin. "I don't think you need anymore balls, Heero," he deadpanned as he too stood up to leave.
"What I need about two days worth of sleep," grumbled Heero as they stepped outside of the sheriff's office into the bright summer noon sun.
"I see our ride is here," smiled Wufei as Sally pulled up to the curb in a red SUV.
"Scoot over, Matt, so Heero can get in," she said to the boy in the back seat.
Wufei slid into the passenger side.
"So, what happened?" asked Sally, pulling away from the curb.
"We're officially back in the clean world," said Heero. "No charges, case closed."
"Well, that's a relief," said Sally. "I'd hate to have to wait for you to get out of prison." She grinned at Wufei.
"Please, just take me somewhere I can get some sleep," groaned Wufei. "You know it's bad when 3 cups of coffee just make you sleepier."
"Heero, I'm dropping you off at Duo's, and you're coming home with me, mister," said Sally to Wufei.
He nodded, lying back on the seat and closing his eyes.
"I called the hospital, it looks like Zechs is going to be fine," said Sally. "The delay in treating his wound caused a minor infection, but he's recovering nicely now that he's been cared for."
"I'm glad to hear that," said Wufei, his eyes still closed.
"Treize has already got repairmen working to restore some of the damage at the inn, which all things considered, wasn't too bad," she went on.
"The FBI agents told me that your weapons will be returned to you after some forensics are run on them," said Heero to Sally.
Sally nodded. "Well, here we are," she said, pulling into Duo's driveway.
"Let me know if you need anything," said Sally as Heero slowly climbed out of the car.
"Just sleep," said Heero wearily. "And Duo to come home."
He held up a hand in farewell as Sally drove off, then turned to the door.
"Rusty!" he called, opening the gate to the back fence. 90 lbs of eager canine jumped at him. He sat down on the grass and buried his face in Rusty's soft golden brown fur.
"Nice to be home," he said with a sigh.
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Sally pulled up in the driveway of her house a few minutes later.
"Wufei, wake up," she reached over and touched him on the shoulder.
"Sorry, dozed off," he said, passing a hand over his face.
"I'm not surprised," said Sally sympathetically. "Let's get you inside."
Wufei looked up. "Sally, did you leave the back gate open?"
"No," she said, puzzled. "I wonder who left that open. Did you do that, Matt?"
"No Mom," said Matt. "I came out of the front door with you."
"Stay inside the car," said Wufei, frowning. "I'll check it out."
"You're just jumpy," protested Sally. "Matt, stay inside the car and I'll go with Wufei and make sure everything is all right, okay?"
They got out of the car. "Probably just the neighbor kids wanting to see if Matt can play," explained Sally, as she went in the back yard and closed the gate behind her.
"Wrong, bitch," said a voice behind her, grabbing for her arm and pinning her against him.
"Sanderson!" ground out Wufei between his teeth.
"Yeah, I was hoping to meet your friend Yuy, but I guess I'll have to do him later," said Sanderson, pushing a gun against Sally's head.
"You can't just shoot us in broad daylight surrounded by neighbors," hissed Sally. "You'll never get away with it!"
"I got screwed out of my share of the take, so I ain't got a lot to lose at this point," said the blond man with a snarl.
"Wrong, bitch," Sally said, and stomped down hard on the man's instep, planting her elbow solidly into his throat at the same time, twisting expertly and breaking his hold. A rasping scream broke from his throat and then was choked off as he slumped to the ground clawing at his throat, unable to inhale.
Sally reached down and stepped down hard on his wrist, pulling the revolver from the man's now limp hand.
"I hate it when people call me bitch," she panted.
"That was amazing," Wufei said, looking a little dazed.
"I didn't even get a chance to react, crazy woman! Are you all right?"
"Shit, now we need to call the sheriff again," Sally sighed.
"I'll watch this asshole, you go," he said, taking the revolver from her and training it on Sanderson's unconscious body.
"I love a woman who can kick ass," sighed Wufei, watching her go into the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're looking much better," said Hilde, looking over at Heero. They were in Hilde's car, on their way to bring Duo home from the hospital.
"It's amazing what 8 hours of sleep and people not shooting at you will do," said Heero wryly.
They pulled up into the hospital parking lot, got out of the car and went inside.
Duo was waiting in his room, sitting in a wheelchair.
"Can you believe that I have to be wheeled outta here?" he said, resting his chin on his hand with a look of consternation on his gamin features.
"You'll live," grunted Heero, walking around and taking the handles of the chair.
"I'm thrilled to see you too, lover," said Duo turning around and raising an eyebrow. "At least Hilde will give me hug, won't cha, sis?" Duo put on his most appealing puppy dog expression.
"I think Heero has your number," said Hilde, teasing him. "You are kind of an attention hog."
"Hey, I'm a wounded person here," pouted Duo. "Major owies." He pointed at his arm that was plastered up to his shoulder.
"Quit pretending like I never pay any attention to you," said Heero, pushing him through the hallway to the exit.
"Quit pretending like you're not all a-tingle to see me," smirked Duo.
"I'm all a-tingle to see you," repeated Heero deadpan, as he leaned over and helped Duo to his feet outside of the hospital doors.
"Okay, now I know why the chair," said Duo. "Woozy!" he exclaimed, leaning heavily against Heero.
"You've been in bed for a week," said Hilde, "What did you expect? I'll go get the car."
"Better now," said Duo, looking at Heero as helped him into the back seat and then climbed in beside him.
"Ever make out in the back seat of a car with a guy in a cast?" asked Duo, grinning at him.
"No," replied Heero, raising an eyebrow at him. "But I suppose there's a first time for everything."
"Hey, at least wait until I get you home!" protested Hilde, laughing.
"You're no fun," Duo complained. "Just drive and don't look in the rear view mirror."
"I'll try," said Hilde, then burst into laughter again.
"I really missed you, baka," whispered Heero, leaning over and pulling Duo towards him.
"I really missed you too," said Duo softly, reaching up with his good hand and cupping Heero's face.
"I'm so sorry you were hurt," said Heero, placing his own hand over Duo's.
"Quit saying that," chided Duo gently. "There's no need to blame yourself for what happened. It's not as though you dragged me into this kicking and screaming."
"You could have been killed," whispered Heero pressing his forehead against Duo's.
"But, I'm alive," Duo said, smiling at him. "I don't waste my time with regrets, and I don't blame the wrong people. Life is too damn short for what ifs."
"You're right," said Heero simply, taking his hand and placing a kiss in the palm.
"I still haven't heard the whole story about how you took out the bad guys," said Hilde, clearing her throat.
"Me neither, come to think of it," said Duo, looking inquiringly at Heero.
"We got guns, we went in, we shot them," said Heero, shrugging.
"We have got to work on your communication skills," sighed Duo, wrapping his good arm around him and giving him a squeeze.
"Well, the FBI came in after that," added Heero helpfully.
Duo groaned with laughter and rolled his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I hate to say this, sir, but visitor's hours are over," said the nurse, coming into Mils hospital room.
Treize smiled charmingly at her. "I'd love to have just 15 more minutes, please," he said.
The nurse blushed and smiled back. "I'm sure it won't hurt anything," she said, turning around to leave.
"Does anyone ever say no to you?" asked Mil, a tired smile flitting across his face.
"Not lately," said Treize, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
"It really is all right to leave me," Mil assured him, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "I'll be home soon. Probably about the same time as all the damage to the inn is repaired."
"They still haven't caught Reynaud," frowned Treize.
"But they will," said Mil, pulling him closer to gaze into his eyes. "It's only a matter of time."
"In the meantime, I've got private security outside your door 24 hours a day," said Treize.
"I'd rather have you here 24 hours a day," said Mil, ice blue meeting the darker cerulean.
"We can't live our lives in fear of that maniac," said Treize. "And we're not going to, but that doesn't mean I'll be foolish." He took a deep breath.
"Reynaud is on the run now," he continued. "And he's lost much of his support in the underground, according to what Agent Morris told me the other day. It's a matter of time before he's cornered and caught like the animal he is."
"I know one thing," said Mil, adjusting himself against the pillows so that his long platinum pony tail hung over one shoulder, "I'm not going to hide anymore. I spent so many years living in fear of Les Noire, and they've done their worst. Relena, you and I deserve a halfway normal life, dammit!"
"Personally, I think 'normal' is overrated," said Treize, smiling roguishly at him.
"You know what I mean," said Mil, rolling his eyes. It was impossible not to smile back, in spite of the dull ache in his side.
"Don't make me laugh, I'll tear my stitches," he warned.
"Should I call the nurse?" asked Treize, a pucker of worry collecting between his brows. "You're not in pain, are you?"
"Nothing serious," said Mil, "and I'm not up to the night nurse yet. I swear she was trained in personal relations by the Mafia." He scowled and tugged on his hospital gown.
Treize' laugh rang out. "You'll be out of here by the end of the week, my poor love, if I have to kidnap you myself," he said, bending down and placing a chaste kiss on Mil's brow.
"Oh, what a tease," complained Mil, pulling him down for a proper kiss on the mouth.
"I'm not that incapacitated, and I'm definitely not dead."
"I have to admit, you look pretty luscious for a man with a hole in his side," said Treize, raising his brows and leering.
There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Merquise, it's time for your pain medication," a good-looking young dark-haired male nurse came in with a hypodermic.
"I thought the night nurse was a she," commented Treize, looking askance at Mil.
"So did I," muttered Mil, shrugging his eyebrows at Treize.
"Shift changes in the middle of the week," said the man, smiling at him and holding up a hypodermic. "I'll just pop this into your I.V. and you'll be in dreamland before you know it, sweetie."
Mil's eyes widened. "Maybe you'd better stick around," he said to Treize.
"Oh, I'm definitely sticking around," said Treize, giving the nurse the evil eye.
"All the cute ones are taken," sighed the man, grinning, and opening the valve to Mil's I.V. to allow the medication to flow.
"I can hardly wait for the sponge bath," he said, giving Mil a friendly pat on the leg and winking in a teasing fashion.
"Get me out of here," whispered Mil loudly, glaring at the nurse.
Treize laughed. "I'll see what I can do," he said.
"I'm just giving you a bad time," said the nurse, grinning at both of them. "I'll be nice, I promise."
"Call me if you need anything," he nurse, dimming the lights before he left the room.
"Great, now instead of Nurse Ratchett, I've got Nurse Horny Bastard wanting to give me a sponge bath every five minutes," grumbled Mil.
"You'll survive," said Treize. "I'll come by and make sure you're protected from the big bad gay nurse. Although who can blame him, you do look rather cute and vulnerable lying there in your half a nightgown."
"I swear this place is designed to make you want to get better by torturing you," said the blond man slurring a little as the pain medication did it's work.
"Goodnight, baby," said Treize, leaning down and kissing him again on the forehead. "Sweet dreams."
"Um,night," said Mil, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sleep- inducing effects of the drug.
Treize sat there for another half-hour watching him sleep peacefully, until he finally walked down the hallway and outside into the starlit Montana evening.
TBC
Author: Gina Lin Genre: Romance, Action, Suspense Parings: 13x6, 1x2, 3x4, 5xS Warnings: AU, Yaoi, Citrus, Language, Violence Rating: R Archived: GWFF, S_E Updates, SDQB, FF.net
Chapter 28
Hastings frowned across the table at the two men in front of him.
"You realize that your actions could have resulted in the death of your friends," he said, folding his arms.
"But it didn't," said Heero, looking up at the FBI agent from under long ragged dark brown bangs.
"You were damn lucky," growled Hastings. "That's all."
"If you have any charges, file them, read me my rights, and arrest my ass" said Heero. "Otherwise, put up or shut up and let us the hell out of here."
"Technically, you're both in violation of some minor statutes," said Hastings, crumpling an empty coffee cup and tossing it into the trash in the corner of the sheriff's office.
Wufei, who had said nothing until now, cleared his throat. "But?" he said, hearing the hesitation in the agent's voice.
"You know damn well that if I nail you with some piddly-ass charges for what you did, I'll have the media vultures screaming down on my neck for months!" said a frustrated Hastings.
"God knows The Bureau gets enough shitty press as it is," he sighed. "I've been ordered by higher ups to develop a sudden case of amnesia. This interrogation is officially over. You can both go."
Heero stood up. "Too bad, I was looking forward to suing your balls off in court," he said, stretching his back until it audibly popped.
Wufei nodded, and tried not to grin. "I don't think you need anymore balls, Heero," he deadpanned as he too stood up to leave.
"What I need about two days worth of sleep," grumbled Heero as they stepped outside of the sheriff's office into the bright summer noon sun.
"I see our ride is here," smiled Wufei as Sally pulled up to the curb in a red SUV.
"Scoot over, Matt, so Heero can get in," she said to the boy in the back seat.
Wufei slid into the passenger side.
"So, what happened?" asked Sally, pulling away from the curb.
"We're officially back in the clean world," said Heero. "No charges, case closed."
"Well, that's a relief," said Sally. "I'd hate to have to wait for you to get out of prison." She grinned at Wufei.
"Please, just take me somewhere I can get some sleep," groaned Wufei. "You know it's bad when 3 cups of coffee just make you sleepier."
"Heero, I'm dropping you off at Duo's, and you're coming home with me, mister," said Sally to Wufei.
He nodded, lying back on the seat and closing his eyes.
"I called the hospital, it looks like Zechs is going to be fine," said Sally. "The delay in treating his wound caused a minor infection, but he's recovering nicely now that he's been cared for."
"I'm glad to hear that," said Wufei, his eyes still closed.
"Treize has already got repairmen working to restore some of the damage at the inn, which all things considered, wasn't too bad," she went on.
"The FBI agents told me that your weapons will be returned to you after some forensics are run on them," said Heero to Sally.
Sally nodded. "Well, here we are," she said, pulling into Duo's driveway.
"Let me know if you need anything," said Sally as Heero slowly climbed out of the car.
"Just sleep," said Heero wearily. "And Duo to come home."
He held up a hand in farewell as Sally drove off, then turned to the door.
"Rusty!" he called, opening the gate to the back fence. 90 lbs of eager canine jumped at him. He sat down on the grass and buried his face in Rusty's soft golden brown fur.
"Nice to be home," he said with a sigh.
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Sally pulled up in the driveway of her house a few minutes later.
"Wufei, wake up," she reached over and touched him on the shoulder.
"Sorry, dozed off," he said, passing a hand over his face.
"I'm not surprised," said Sally sympathetically. "Let's get you inside."
Wufei looked up. "Sally, did you leave the back gate open?"
"No," she said, puzzled. "I wonder who left that open. Did you do that, Matt?"
"No Mom," said Matt. "I came out of the front door with you."
"Stay inside the car," said Wufei, frowning. "I'll check it out."
"You're just jumpy," protested Sally. "Matt, stay inside the car and I'll go with Wufei and make sure everything is all right, okay?"
They got out of the car. "Probably just the neighbor kids wanting to see if Matt can play," explained Sally, as she went in the back yard and closed the gate behind her.
"Wrong, bitch," said a voice behind her, grabbing for her arm and pinning her against him.
"Sanderson!" ground out Wufei between his teeth.
"Yeah, I was hoping to meet your friend Yuy, but I guess I'll have to do him later," said Sanderson, pushing a gun against Sally's head.
"You can't just shoot us in broad daylight surrounded by neighbors," hissed Sally. "You'll never get away with it!"
"I got screwed out of my share of the take, so I ain't got a lot to lose at this point," said the blond man with a snarl.
"Wrong, bitch," Sally said, and stomped down hard on the man's instep, planting her elbow solidly into his throat at the same time, twisting expertly and breaking his hold. A rasping scream broke from his throat and then was choked off as he slumped to the ground clawing at his throat, unable to inhale.
Sally reached down and stepped down hard on his wrist, pulling the revolver from the man's now limp hand.
"I hate it when people call me bitch," she panted.
"That was amazing," Wufei said, looking a little dazed.
"I didn't even get a chance to react, crazy woman! Are you all right?"
"Shit, now we need to call the sheriff again," Sally sighed.
"I'll watch this asshole, you go," he said, taking the revolver from her and training it on Sanderson's unconscious body.
"I love a woman who can kick ass," sighed Wufei, watching her go into the house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're looking much better," said Hilde, looking over at Heero. They were in Hilde's car, on their way to bring Duo home from the hospital.
"It's amazing what 8 hours of sleep and people not shooting at you will do," said Heero wryly.
They pulled up into the hospital parking lot, got out of the car and went inside.
Duo was waiting in his room, sitting in a wheelchair.
"Can you believe that I have to be wheeled outta here?" he said, resting his chin on his hand with a look of consternation on his gamin features.
"You'll live," grunted Heero, walking around and taking the handles of the chair.
"I'm thrilled to see you too, lover," said Duo turning around and raising an eyebrow. "At least Hilde will give me hug, won't cha, sis?" Duo put on his most appealing puppy dog expression.
"I think Heero has your number," said Hilde, teasing him. "You are kind of an attention hog."
"Hey, I'm a wounded person here," pouted Duo. "Major owies." He pointed at his arm that was plastered up to his shoulder.
"Quit pretending like I never pay any attention to you," said Heero, pushing him through the hallway to the exit.
"Quit pretending like you're not all a-tingle to see me," smirked Duo.
"I'm all a-tingle to see you," repeated Heero deadpan, as he leaned over and helped Duo to his feet outside of the hospital doors.
"Okay, now I know why the chair," said Duo. "Woozy!" he exclaimed, leaning heavily against Heero.
"You've been in bed for a week," said Hilde, "What did you expect? I'll go get the car."
"Better now," said Duo, looking at Heero as helped him into the back seat and then climbed in beside him.
"Ever make out in the back seat of a car with a guy in a cast?" asked Duo, grinning at him.
"No," replied Heero, raising an eyebrow at him. "But I suppose there's a first time for everything."
"Hey, at least wait until I get you home!" protested Hilde, laughing.
"You're no fun," Duo complained. "Just drive and don't look in the rear view mirror."
"I'll try," said Hilde, then burst into laughter again.
"I really missed you, baka," whispered Heero, leaning over and pulling Duo towards him.
"I really missed you too," said Duo softly, reaching up with his good hand and cupping Heero's face.
"I'm so sorry you were hurt," said Heero, placing his own hand over Duo's.
"Quit saying that," chided Duo gently. "There's no need to blame yourself for what happened. It's not as though you dragged me into this kicking and screaming."
"You could have been killed," whispered Heero pressing his forehead against Duo's.
"But, I'm alive," Duo said, smiling at him. "I don't waste my time with regrets, and I don't blame the wrong people. Life is too damn short for what ifs."
"You're right," said Heero simply, taking his hand and placing a kiss in the palm.
"I still haven't heard the whole story about how you took out the bad guys," said Hilde, clearing her throat.
"Me neither, come to think of it," said Duo, looking inquiringly at Heero.
"We got guns, we went in, we shot them," said Heero, shrugging.
"We have got to work on your communication skills," sighed Duo, wrapping his good arm around him and giving him a squeeze.
"Well, the FBI came in after that," added Heero helpfully.
Duo groaned with laughter and rolled his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I hate to say this, sir, but visitor's hours are over," said the nurse, coming into Mils hospital room.
Treize smiled charmingly at her. "I'd love to have just 15 more minutes, please," he said.
The nurse blushed and smiled back. "I'm sure it won't hurt anything," she said, turning around to leave.
"Does anyone ever say no to you?" asked Mil, a tired smile flitting across his face.
"Not lately," said Treize, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.
"It really is all right to leave me," Mil assured him, reaching over and grabbing his hand. "I'll be home soon. Probably about the same time as all the damage to the inn is repaired."
"They still haven't caught Reynaud," frowned Treize.
"But they will," said Mil, pulling him closer to gaze into his eyes. "It's only a matter of time."
"In the meantime, I've got private security outside your door 24 hours a day," said Treize.
"I'd rather have you here 24 hours a day," said Mil, ice blue meeting the darker cerulean.
"We can't live our lives in fear of that maniac," said Treize. "And we're not going to, but that doesn't mean I'll be foolish." He took a deep breath.
"Reynaud is on the run now," he continued. "And he's lost much of his support in the underground, according to what Agent Morris told me the other day. It's a matter of time before he's cornered and caught like the animal he is."
"I know one thing," said Mil, adjusting himself against the pillows so that his long platinum pony tail hung over one shoulder, "I'm not going to hide anymore. I spent so many years living in fear of Les Noire, and they've done their worst. Relena, you and I deserve a halfway normal life, dammit!"
"Personally, I think 'normal' is overrated," said Treize, smiling roguishly at him.
"You know what I mean," said Mil, rolling his eyes. It was impossible not to smile back, in spite of the dull ache in his side.
"Don't make me laugh, I'll tear my stitches," he warned.
"Should I call the nurse?" asked Treize, a pucker of worry collecting between his brows. "You're not in pain, are you?"
"Nothing serious," said Mil, "and I'm not up to the night nurse yet. I swear she was trained in personal relations by the Mafia." He scowled and tugged on his hospital gown.
Treize' laugh rang out. "You'll be out of here by the end of the week, my poor love, if I have to kidnap you myself," he said, bending down and placing a chaste kiss on Mil's brow.
"Oh, what a tease," complained Mil, pulling him down for a proper kiss on the mouth.
"I'm not that incapacitated, and I'm definitely not dead."
"I have to admit, you look pretty luscious for a man with a hole in his side," said Treize, raising his brows and leering.
There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Merquise, it's time for your pain medication," a good-looking young dark-haired male nurse came in with a hypodermic.
"I thought the night nurse was a she," commented Treize, looking askance at Mil.
"So did I," muttered Mil, shrugging his eyebrows at Treize.
"Shift changes in the middle of the week," said the man, smiling at him and holding up a hypodermic. "I'll just pop this into your I.V. and you'll be in dreamland before you know it, sweetie."
Mil's eyes widened. "Maybe you'd better stick around," he said to Treize.
"Oh, I'm definitely sticking around," said Treize, giving the nurse the evil eye.
"All the cute ones are taken," sighed the man, grinning, and opening the valve to Mil's I.V. to allow the medication to flow.
"I can hardly wait for the sponge bath," he said, giving Mil a friendly pat on the leg and winking in a teasing fashion.
"Get me out of here," whispered Mil loudly, glaring at the nurse.
Treize laughed. "I'll see what I can do," he said.
"I'm just giving you a bad time," said the nurse, grinning at both of them. "I'll be nice, I promise."
"Call me if you need anything," he nurse, dimming the lights before he left the room.
"Great, now instead of Nurse Ratchett, I've got Nurse Horny Bastard wanting to give me a sponge bath every five minutes," grumbled Mil.
"You'll survive," said Treize. "I'll come by and make sure you're protected from the big bad gay nurse. Although who can blame him, you do look rather cute and vulnerable lying there in your half a nightgown."
"I swear this place is designed to make you want to get better by torturing you," said the blond man slurring a little as the pain medication did it's work.
"Goodnight, baby," said Treize, leaning down and kissing him again on the forehead. "Sweet dreams."
"Um,night," said Mil, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sleep- inducing effects of the drug.
Treize sat there for another half-hour watching him sleep peacefully, until he finally walked down the hallway and outside into the starlit Montana evening.
TBC