Notes: Everyone say hello to the plot! Well, the beginnings of the plot, this fic is going to start slow and then I'll hit you with a metaphorical sledgehammer, 'cause I'm nice like that. Enjoy and review!
Chapter Three
Unsurprisingly, the first thing I heard when I stepped in the door was shouting. Eddie wound himself around my legs, looking up at me with concerned eyes, he's never liked shouting and loud noises.
I sighed and drapped my coat over the back of the sofa, walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Dammit, Fei, all I want to do is go downstairs!"
"Do not make me restrain you, Yuy! You are not leaving the bed!"
"I'm not a fucking invalid!"
"Calm the fuck down!"
The scene in the bedroom was very... interesting. Wufei and Heero were both on the bed, grappling. Heero's foot was sticking up in the air, and one of Wufei's elbows was very close to Heero's groin. They were both muttering and growling, their muscles straining with effort, and I smiled.
"Heero, stop being an ass and relax," I said, walking over to push on Heero's shoulders. He reluctantly laid back down, and Fei got off him, tugging the tie out of his hair as half of it had escaped the ponytail during the struggle.
"You have got to be the worst patient ever," he grumbled, straightening his shirt. Heero looked at him and glared, tugging the quilt over his body.
"I am NOT sick."
He looked like a petulant child, very nearly pouting at us and with the quilt pulled all the way up to his chin. I didn't tell him that, he would not appreciate it, so instead I just asked if he was hungry.
"No."
I sighed and turned to leave. "This should be fun," I muttered under my breath, heaving a sigh.
A quiet, inquisitive mewling sound caught my attention, and I redirected myself towards the sound. It was Eddie, of course, and he was cautiously pawing at a plain white envelope lying on the floor by the front door. On it was written 'Heero' in perfect block capitals.
I frowned at the envelope, wondering who it could be from, and then picked it up. My fingers told me it didn't hold paper, but some small, light object, hardly solid. Eddie pressed against my legs, purring loudly.
"I'll feed you in a minute, Ed," I murmured, and then walked back upstairs. They were shouting again, but about a different subject.
"You're ill, Yuy!"
"I'm stuck in bed! At least make it enjoyable for me!"
"Heero!"
Once again, my two lovers were struggling on the bed, but this time Heero seemed to be trying to undress Fei instead of escaping. I cleared my throat and they paused in their struggling to look at him.
"Heero has a letter," I said, holding up the envelope. Wufei grunted and pushed Heero back down onto the bed, rebuttoning his shirt and grumbling about the injustice of a sick man being so strong.
I ignored him and handed the envelope to Heero, who held it gingerly between thumb and forefinger. Past experience had taught us to be wary of unfamiliar mail, as though we weren't suspicious enough.
After deciding that it wasn't ticking or felt heavy enough to be a bomb, he held his breath and opened it. When no dust or powder or small metallic stars coated with poison (don't laugh, it actually happened) burst out, he let out the breath and shook the contents onto his palm.
It was a feather, from what bird I didn't know, but it was white, a pure, pristine white. At least, what I could see of the actual feather was white. Most of it was coated in a dried, dark red substance. I knew what it was from sight, but Heero still scraped a flake off and tasted it, nodding grimly.
"Someone's idea of a joke, I suppose," Wufei said quietly, staring at the bloody feather with sadness etched on his exotic features.
Ever the jokester, I attempted a smile and said, "It's been a while since the last gift, I was starting to feel lonely."
The joke, if you can call on that, fell flat and neither of them acknowledged it. I sighed and took the feather from Heero, picking up the envelope from where it had fallen.
"I'll throw it out, you get rest." I felt his forehead, finding his skin to be hot and sticky, and told Wufei to get a cold wet washcloth.
It wasn't that we thought everyone loved us. We knew that some people didn't appreciate all the shit we'd done to secure everyone's freedom, and that some people wished we hadn't won, but... having these little reminders, these pathetic little gifts from pathetic little people, it was just so depressing.
We had worked so fucking hard, we'd sacrificed anything and everything, and even know we were still fighting for our cause, and yet some people still hated us. That was fine, we weren't looking to have universal adoration, but couldn't they just let us live in the peace we had created? Couldn't they let us try and forget the horrors of our past? Didn't we deserve that?
I dumped the feather and the envelope in the bin under the sink, nudging an empty can of soup to cover it up. Edgar nudged my legs again, and I got a can of cat food out from the cupboard, forking half of it into his bowl and putting the little plastic cat-food-can-lid on the can. He tried to stand up while he ate, but I pushed on his back with my foot and he sat down; he knew that if he wanted food, he sat while he ate it.
I heard a thud from upstairs, then a bang that sounded suspiciously like a door slamming against a wall, followed by the faint sound of retching. Shit.
I ran up the stairs and into the bedroom, and found Heero throwing up into the toilet in the adjoining bathroom. Wufei was leaning over him, a wet washcloth pressed to his forehead and rubbing his back. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hung in the air, and I quickly opened the bedroom window, returning to the bathroom to see Heero slumped on the floor, breathing heavily and leaning against Wufei.
"You baka, will you admit now that you're sick?" Wufei asked tenderly, wiping the sweat from Heero's face with the washcloth. "You're burning up, come on, let's get you back in bed."
Wufei grunted as he helped Heero stand up, mostly carrying him to the bed, and I pulled back the covers for him. Heero was mumbling something under his breath, but I didn't bother to try and listen, it was probably something along the lines of him being weak.
"When did he last take his medication?" I asked Wufei, pulling the covers back over Heero.
"Um, four hours ago, so I suppose he can have another two, it's supposed to be every five hours, but we all know what his immune system is like."
"I hope Doc Andrews gave him some strong shit."
"He gave him the strongest medication he has." Wufei grabbed the bottle of pills from the bedside table and tipped two white pills onto his palm, handing them to Heero with a glass of water. He managed to swallow them, just, but nearly choked on the water.
I glanced at Wufei, not liking how strongly he was reacting to this 'bug' and found that he looked equally concerned. I shrugged and looked down at Heero, who looked completely exhausted. I bent down and kissed his forehead, trailing my fingers down his cheek.
"Try and get some sleep," I said quietly, and walked out with Wufei, leaving the door open so that he could call us if he needed anything. We walked downstairs and I flopped on the sofa, pulling Fei with me so that I could snuggle against him.
"Ya think it was something he ate?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"We pretty much ate the same things, and I haven't been sick at all."
"Hm. Was Doc Andrews sure that this was just some sort of flu or something?"
"He was positive. He said that if the fever didn't break in a couple of days, to come back and see him, but he seemed pretty certain that it was just a bug. He said that because Heero's immune system was so good and he'd never been sick before, it was all hitting him at once, or something like that, like his body was making the antibodies it never had to make before. I don't know, but he said not to worry."
"Easy for him to say."
"Well... not really. I did kind of... have words with him, or at least promise to if he was wrong."
I chuckled and pressed a little closer to him. "You certainly are protective."
"Like you're not?" he replied with a snort. "You nearly made a guy shit himself when he hit on Heero."
"He was being a pervert," I growled, and Wufei wisely shut up about it. Eddie jumped onto my lap and promptly got comfy, purring loudly when Wufei absently scratched the little white spot on his chin. I smiled and let myself relax, my mind drifting away to wherever it wanted to go.
Where it wanted to go was the stupid bloody feather, and I sighed. There had been something oddly personal about that particular gift. Most people just sent newspaper clippings or death threats, maybe pictures of people we'd killed, but that damned feather had been very... intimate, I guess. I didn't like it, not one little bit.
Chapter Three
Unsurprisingly, the first thing I heard when I stepped in the door was shouting. Eddie wound himself around my legs, looking up at me with concerned eyes, he's never liked shouting and loud noises.
I sighed and drapped my coat over the back of the sofa, walking up the stairs to the bedroom.
"Dammit, Fei, all I want to do is go downstairs!"
"Do not make me restrain you, Yuy! You are not leaving the bed!"
"I'm not a fucking invalid!"
"Calm the fuck down!"
The scene in the bedroom was very... interesting. Wufei and Heero were both on the bed, grappling. Heero's foot was sticking up in the air, and one of Wufei's elbows was very close to Heero's groin. They were both muttering and growling, their muscles straining with effort, and I smiled.
"Heero, stop being an ass and relax," I said, walking over to push on Heero's shoulders. He reluctantly laid back down, and Fei got off him, tugging the tie out of his hair as half of it had escaped the ponytail during the struggle.
"You have got to be the worst patient ever," he grumbled, straightening his shirt. Heero looked at him and glared, tugging the quilt over his body.
"I am NOT sick."
He looked like a petulant child, very nearly pouting at us and with the quilt pulled all the way up to his chin. I didn't tell him that, he would not appreciate it, so instead I just asked if he was hungry.
"No."
I sighed and turned to leave. "This should be fun," I muttered under my breath, heaving a sigh.
A quiet, inquisitive mewling sound caught my attention, and I redirected myself towards the sound. It was Eddie, of course, and he was cautiously pawing at a plain white envelope lying on the floor by the front door. On it was written 'Heero' in perfect block capitals.
I frowned at the envelope, wondering who it could be from, and then picked it up. My fingers told me it didn't hold paper, but some small, light object, hardly solid. Eddie pressed against my legs, purring loudly.
"I'll feed you in a minute, Ed," I murmured, and then walked back upstairs. They were shouting again, but about a different subject.
"You're ill, Yuy!"
"I'm stuck in bed! At least make it enjoyable for me!"
"Heero!"
Once again, my two lovers were struggling on the bed, but this time Heero seemed to be trying to undress Fei instead of escaping. I cleared my throat and they paused in their struggling to look at him.
"Heero has a letter," I said, holding up the envelope. Wufei grunted and pushed Heero back down onto the bed, rebuttoning his shirt and grumbling about the injustice of a sick man being so strong.
I ignored him and handed the envelope to Heero, who held it gingerly between thumb and forefinger. Past experience had taught us to be wary of unfamiliar mail, as though we weren't suspicious enough.
After deciding that it wasn't ticking or felt heavy enough to be a bomb, he held his breath and opened it. When no dust or powder or small metallic stars coated with poison (don't laugh, it actually happened) burst out, he let out the breath and shook the contents onto his palm.
It was a feather, from what bird I didn't know, but it was white, a pure, pristine white. At least, what I could see of the actual feather was white. Most of it was coated in a dried, dark red substance. I knew what it was from sight, but Heero still scraped a flake off and tasted it, nodding grimly.
"Someone's idea of a joke, I suppose," Wufei said quietly, staring at the bloody feather with sadness etched on his exotic features.
Ever the jokester, I attempted a smile and said, "It's been a while since the last gift, I was starting to feel lonely."
The joke, if you can call on that, fell flat and neither of them acknowledged it. I sighed and took the feather from Heero, picking up the envelope from where it had fallen.
"I'll throw it out, you get rest." I felt his forehead, finding his skin to be hot and sticky, and told Wufei to get a cold wet washcloth.
It wasn't that we thought everyone loved us. We knew that some people didn't appreciate all the shit we'd done to secure everyone's freedom, and that some people wished we hadn't won, but... having these little reminders, these pathetic little gifts from pathetic little people, it was just so depressing.
We had worked so fucking hard, we'd sacrificed anything and everything, and even know we were still fighting for our cause, and yet some people still hated us. That was fine, we weren't looking to have universal adoration, but couldn't they just let us live in the peace we had created? Couldn't they let us try and forget the horrors of our past? Didn't we deserve that?
I dumped the feather and the envelope in the bin under the sink, nudging an empty can of soup to cover it up. Edgar nudged my legs again, and I got a can of cat food out from the cupboard, forking half of it into his bowl and putting the little plastic cat-food-can-lid on the can. He tried to stand up while he ate, but I pushed on his back with my foot and he sat down; he knew that if he wanted food, he sat while he ate it.
I heard a thud from upstairs, then a bang that sounded suspiciously like a door slamming against a wall, followed by the faint sound of retching. Shit.
I ran up the stairs and into the bedroom, and found Heero throwing up into the toilet in the adjoining bathroom. Wufei was leaning over him, a wet washcloth pressed to his forehead and rubbing his back. The sickly sweet smell of vomit hung in the air, and I quickly opened the bedroom window, returning to the bathroom to see Heero slumped on the floor, breathing heavily and leaning against Wufei.
"You baka, will you admit now that you're sick?" Wufei asked tenderly, wiping the sweat from Heero's face with the washcloth. "You're burning up, come on, let's get you back in bed."
Wufei grunted as he helped Heero stand up, mostly carrying him to the bed, and I pulled back the covers for him. Heero was mumbling something under his breath, but I didn't bother to try and listen, it was probably something along the lines of him being weak.
"When did he last take his medication?" I asked Wufei, pulling the covers back over Heero.
"Um, four hours ago, so I suppose he can have another two, it's supposed to be every five hours, but we all know what his immune system is like."
"I hope Doc Andrews gave him some strong shit."
"He gave him the strongest medication he has." Wufei grabbed the bottle of pills from the bedside table and tipped two white pills onto his palm, handing them to Heero with a glass of water. He managed to swallow them, just, but nearly choked on the water.
I glanced at Wufei, not liking how strongly he was reacting to this 'bug' and found that he looked equally concerned. I shrugged and looked down at Heero, who looked completely exhausted. I bent down and kissed his forehead, trailing my fingers down his cheek.
"Try and get some sleep," I said quietly, and walked out with Wufei, leaving the door open so that he could call us if he needed anything. We walked downstairs and I flopped on the sofa, pulling Fei with me so that I could snuggle against him.
"Ya think it was something he ate?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"We pretty much ate the same things, and I haven't been sick at all."
"Hm. Was Doc Andrews sure that this was just some sort of flu or something?"
"He was positive. He said that if the fever didn't break in a couple of days, to come back and see him, but he seemed pretty certain that it was just a bug. He said that because Heero's immune system was so good and he'd never been sick before, it was all hitting him at once, or something like that, like his body was making the antibodies it never had to make before. I don't know, but he said not to worry."
"Easy for him to say."
"Well... not really. I did kind of... have words with him, or at least promise to if he was wrong."
I chuckled and pressed a little closer to him. "You certainly are protective."
"Like you're not?" he replied with a snort. "You nearly made a guy shit himself when he hit on Heero."
"He was being a pervert," I growled, and Wufei wisely shut up about it. Eddie jumped onto my lap and promptly got comfy, purring loudly when Wufei absently scratched the little white spot on his chin. I smiled and let myself relax, my mind drifting away to wherever it wanted to go.
Where it wanted to go was the stupid bloody feather, and I sighed. There had been something oddly personal about that particular gift. Most people just sent newspaper clippings or death threats, maybe pictures of people we'd killed, but that damned feather had been very... intimate, I guess. I didn't like it, not one little bit.