Title: Heaven Helps the Man 3/
Author: Dazza
Rating:R - for violence, language, and non-graphic m/m relationships
Warnings: Oh boy, here we go. Yaoi, OOCness, Bastardized Heero, abuse,
language, interrupted lime (sorry, couldn't bring myself to write a lemon (
)
Pairings: 1+2, 5x2, 3+4
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (sniffle). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked purposes and I promise to return them *mostly* intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than little ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. So don't sue. I'm just a poor student, I have no money. Let me check my pockets. nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Emphasis *blah* Duo's thoughts Wufei's thoughts /blah/ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Feedback: Yes please. C&C are most appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Sorry it's been so long between updates. I just started a new internship and life is extremely hectic right now. But as a special treat to make up for it, I'll be posting part four directly after this one. Happy reading to all!
Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapter(s)!
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The cab was still waiting outside. When the driver saw Wufei he got out and quickly opened the door for him. As soon as the driver was back in the cab, he put the car in gear and pulled away. "Shit man. What happened to him?" he asked, glancing back at Wufei in the rear view mirror. Wufei ignored his question. "Please take us to the nearest airport."
Wufei, cradling Duo's head against his chest, reached into his jacket pocket for his communicator. He dialed Quatre's estates main number, instead of the private line. / Pick up... Pick up dammit! / The line clicked. "Winner residence." "Rashid, it's Chang. Is Quatre there?" "Master Quatre and Master Trowa are at a political function. They should be home in an hour. What's the matter?" he asked, noting the worry in Wufei's voice.
"Rashid, I need clearance for the jet at Lindol. Contact Quatre and Trowa immediately. Have them at the airport in forty minutes. Bring Dr. Ashira as well. Maxwell had been hurt. Can you do that?" Wufei rushed through in one breath. "Of course. The jet is yours. I'll contact Master Quatre now. Rashid out." The communicator clicked off. Wufei sighed in relief, but didn't relax. He wouldn't relax until Duo was someplace safe. Someplace far away from Heero.
The ride to the airport was short. Wufei paid the cab driver, giving him well over the fare, but not caring. Easing Duo into his arms again he made his way around the main building, wanting to avoid as many people as possible. Duo, still unconscious, began to shiver in his arms from the cold air. Wufei cursed himself for not covering him.
Reaching the private Winner jet on the airstrip, Wufei was met by Abdul, another of the Magunac core. He said not a word, but helped Wufei settle Duo in the cabin. After securing Duo to a seat, Abdul signaled the pilot to take off and went to retrieve the first aid kit. Working carefully, Abdul and Wufei cleaned Duo up. After cleaning away as much of the blood as possible, Abdul injected a sedative into Duo to keep him asleep through the pain and he and Wufei set his arm. When that was finished, Abdul turned to Wufei. "What happened to him?" Wufei met his gaze, the fire returning to his eyes. "Heero."
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Thirty-five minutes after Rashid's phone call, Quatre and Trowa were both standing in the airport closest to Quatre's Earth estate. Well, more accurately, Trowa was standing; Quatre was leaning against him, trying to stay upright. His uccho no kokoro was so full of pain it was hard to breathe. It had been flaring up at odd intervals for the past month, but this time was much worse. And now Quatre knew its source, Duo was hurt.
Trowa held his little one up, his face emotionless, but his eyes betraying his concern, both for his beloved and Duo. Trowa watched the darkening sky for the aircraft. Twenty minutes later it came in to land on the runway. Both boys bolted out the doors upon seeing Wufei exit the plane with Duo in his arms. Quatre had to turn his empathic gift off at the level of pain rolling off his friend. Trowa's eyes widened as he took in Duo's state. His clothing was bloody, there were livid bruises covering most of his face, turning its heart shape into a patchwork of blue and purple. There was a makeshift splint on his right arm. Wufei was carrying him with the utmost care.
"Oh Allah...Duo" Quatre breathed. He couldn't believe the appearance of his best friend. "Wufei, what happened? Where's Heero?" Wufei pinned him with a glare. "As far away as possible" Wufei snapped. Quatre blinked at the repressed violence in Wufei's voice. "What?" he asked. Wufei held his gaze as they met Dr. Ashira and he reluctantly relinquished Duo to his medical team. Then they continued toward the hanger.
"Duo called me" he began, speaking in short, clipped sentences, trying to control his anger. "He and Yuy had fought. He asked me to come get him. When I got there Heero was beating the shit out of him." Quatre's heart clenched at that. He knew Duo and Heero had fought before. He knew Heero had even hit him once, but Duo had sworn it was a one-time occurrence. Now, looking at his friends pale form as the doctor examined him, Quatre had a sinking suspicion where those other taps to his space heart had come from all month.
A good while later, Dr. Ashira stood up and turned back to them. "Well?" Wufei asked hotly. Trowa gave him a look, which he ignored. "There are multiple contusions and abrasions. The arm was broken in two places. A few cracked ribs. A possible concussion. And there are signs of fever. He's stable. Give him this for the pain." He handed the medicine to Wufei. "And watch the fever. If it gets any higher, you'll have to bring him in."
Wufei nodded crisply to acknowledge he understood. He picked up Duo again, turning to Quatre. "The car?" Trowa led them outside to the limo and held the door as Wufei eased inside with Duo. The ride to the estate was silent except for Duo's raspy breathing. No one had anything to say. Quatre and Trowa were still trying to digest the fact that Heero, one of their team mates, one of their own, had hurt Duo. Wufei was concentrating on the angel cradled in his arms.
The arrival at Quatre's estate saw Duo safely ensconced in a bedroom and his three friends gathered in the library. "I can't believe it got this bad" said Quatre. "You knew about this?" Wufei asked, some of his anger returning. Quatre nodded. "But Duo said he would never hit him again." "He hit him before? And you knew?" Wufei was quickly reaching a point beyond pissed with the small blonde. "Little one, why didn't you say anything?" Trowa asked, a bit surprised that his koi had kept something from him.
"Duo made me promise not to mention it. And he swore it wouldn't happen again. Dammit!" Quatre berated himself, surprising the other two with his cursing. It was a rare occurrence for Quatre to swear. "I should have said something. This is my fault." Wufei shook his head. "No Quatre. This is Yuy's fault. And we shall see that it never happens again."
They sat in silence for a time until Trowa spoke. "Someone should sit with Duo to monitor the fever." Quatre was about to speak up, but Wufei beat him to it. "I'll sit with him" and Wufei got up and left the room. Trowa and Quatre exchanged glances. Had they missed something?
END PART THREE
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing (sniffle). I'm just borrowing the guys for my own wicked purposes and I promise to return them *mostly* intact. Gundam Wing and its characters are property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other big companies with far more money than little ol' me. I'm not making any money from this and no infringement is intended. So don't sue. I'm just a poor student, I have no money. Let me check my pockets. nope, no $$. Want some lint?
Emphasis *blah* Duo's thoughts Wufei's thoughts /blah/ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Feedback: Yes please. C&C are most appreciated. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Sorry it's been so long between updates. I just started a new internship and life is extremely hectic right now. But as a special treat to make up for it, I'll be posting part four directly after this one. Happy reading to all!
Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapter(s)!
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The cab was still waiting outside. When the driver saw Wufei he got out and quickly opened the door for him. As soon as the driver was back in the cab, he put the car in gear and pulled away. "Shit man. What happened to him?" he asked, glancing back at Wufei in the rear view mirror. Wufei ignored his question. "Please take us to the nearest airport."
Wufei, cradling Duo's head against his chest, reached into his jacket pocket for his communicator. He dialed Quatre's estates main number, instead of the private line. / Pick up... Pick up dammit! / The line clicked. "Winner residence." "Rashid, it's Chang. Is Quatre there?" "Master Quatre and Master Trowa are at a political function. They should be home in an hour. What's the matter?" he asked, noting the worry in Wufei's voice.
"Rashid, I need clearance for the jet at Lindol. Contact Quatre and Trowa immediately. Have them at the airport in forty minutes. Bring Dr. Ashira as well. Maxwell had been hurt. Can you do that?" Wufei rushed through in one breath. "Of course. The jet is yours. I'll contact Master Quatre now. Rashid out." The communicator clicked off. Wufei sighed in relief, but didn't relax. He wouldn't relax until Duo was someplace safe. Someplace far away from Heero.
The ride to the airport was short. Wufei paid the cab driver, giving him well over the fare, but not caring. Easing Duo into his arms again he made his way around the main building, wanting to avoid as many people as possible. Duo, still unconscious, began to shiver in his arms from the cold air. Wufei cursed himself for not covering him.
Reaching the private Winner jet on the airstrip, Wufei was met by Abdul, another of the Magunac core. He said not a word, but helped Wufei settle Duo in the cabin. After securing Duo to a seat, Abdul signaled the pilot to take off and went to retrieve the first aid kit. Working carefully, Abdul and Wufei cleaned Duo up. After cleaning away as much of the blood as possible, Abdul injected a sedative into Duo to keep him asleep through the pain and he and Wufei set his arm. When that was finished, Abdul turned to Wufei. "What happened to him?" Wufei met his gaze, the fire returning to his eyes. "Heero."
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Thirty-five minutes after Rashid's phone call, Quatre and Trowa were both standing in the airport closest to Quatre's Earth estate. Well, more accurately, Trowa was standing; Quatre was leaning against him, trying to stay upright. His uccho no kokoro was so full of pain it was hard to breathe. It had been flaring up at odd intervals for the past month, but this time was much worse. And now Quatre knew its source, Duo was hurt.
Trowa held his little one up, his face emotionless, but his eyes betraying his concern, both for his beloved and Duo. Trowa watched the darkening sky for the aircraft. Twenty minutes later it came in to land on the runway. Both boys bolted out the doors upon seeing Wufei exit the plane with Duo in his arms. Quatre had to turn his empathic gift off at the level of pain rolling off his friend. Trowa's eyes widened as he took in Duo's state. His clothing was bloody, there were livid bruises covering most of his face, turning its heart shape into a patchwork of blue and purple. There was a makeshift splint on his right arm. Wufei was carrying him with the utmost care.
"Oh Allah...Duo" Quatre breathed. He couldn't believe the appearance of his best friend. "Wufei, what happened? Where's Heero?" Wufei pinned him with a glare. "As far away as possible" Wufei snapped. Quatre blinked at the repressed violence in Wufei's voice. "What?" he asked. Wufei held his gaze as they met Dr. Ashira and he reluctantly relinquished Duo to his medical team. Then they continued toward the hanger.
"Duo called me" he began, speaking in short, clipped sentences, trying to control his anger. "He and Yuy had fought. He asked me to come get him. When I got there Heero was beating the shit out of him." Quatre's heart clenched at that. He knew Duo and Heero had fought before. He knew Heero had even hit him once, but Duo had sworn it was a one-time occurrence. Now, looking at his friends pale form as the doctor examined him, Quatre had a sinking suspicion where those other taps to his space heart had come from all month.
A good while later, Dr. Ashira stood up and turned back to them. "Well?" Wufei asked hotly. Trowa gave him a look, which he ignored. "There are multiple contusions and abrasions. The arm was broken in two places. A few cracked ribs. A possible concussion. And there are signs of fever. He's stable. Give him this for the pain." He handed the medicine to Wufei. "And watch the fever. If it gets any higher, you'll have to bring him in."
Wufei nodded crisply to acknowledge he understood. He picked up Duo again, turning to Quatre. "The car?" Trowa led them outside to the limo and held the door as Wufei eased inside with Duo. The ride to the estate was silent except for Duo's raspy breathing. No one had anything to say. Quatre and Trowa were still trying to digest the fact that Heero, one of their team mates, one of their own, had hurt Duo. Wufei was concentrating on the angel cradled in his arms.
The arrival at Quatre's estate saw Duo safely ensconced in a bedroom and his three friends gathered in the library. "I can't believe it got this bad" said Quatre. "You knew about this?" Wufei asked, some of his anger returning. Quatre nodded. "But Duo said he would never hit him again." "He hit him before? And you knew?" Wufei was quickly reaching a point beyond pissed with the small blonde. "Little one, why didn't you say anything?" Trowa asked, a bit surprised that his koi had kept something from him.
"Duo made me promise not to mention it. And he swore it wouldn't happen again. Dammit!" Quatre berated himself, surprising the other two with his cursing. It was a rare occurrence for Quatre to swear. "I should have said something. This is my fault." Wufei shook his head. "No Quatre. This is Yuy's fault. And we shall see that it never happens again."
They sat in silence for a time until Trowa spoke. "Someone should sit with Duo to monitor the fever." Quatre was about to speak up, but Wufei beat him to it. "I'll sit with him" and Wufei got up and left the room. Trowa and Quatre exchanged glances. Had they missed something?
END PART THREE