It was strange seeing Heero holding some one and looking comfortable and at
peace. Usually if anyone so much as touched him Heero was 50 metres away
within seconds.
Safety. That's what Taryn was feeling. She remembered the arms she was currently in well. So many times she had run to them or they had helped her up or swung her round.
This gundam had triggered memories that had been lost whilst she was part of Wing but the shock she had got had shown them to her clear as day.
How could she have forgotten Heero? It must of hurt him when she hadn't recognised him earlier. What had happened since she last saw him?
He was taller. and broader but his heart was cold. He had stopped caring. But the old Heero was showing through again.
A side of Heero that the other pilots had never seen before, a side he had deadened.
She wanted to giggle at the absurdity of it all.
To him she had simply disappeared. He woke up and she was gone. They wouldn't have told him anything. They would have used his pain against him to make him the ultimate soldier.
She raised her head slightly and looked into his bright blue eyes. Eyes that smiled down at her though lurking behind it were uncertainty and pain.
She heard a cough behind her and Heero's head snapped up his eyes glaring at the source all smiles and friendliness gone. She stood up slowly with his help and glanced over again at the gundam.
It was hers, it felt weird just to say it let alone believe it. She wouldn't be a part of it anymore. She would be a pilot of it and a damn good one at that.
Heero made sure she was steady before walking over to the gundam and casting a critical eye over it.
He then jumped into the cockpit and out of sight of the others. He sat at the controls and well just sat.
His mind was going into overdrive.
She had been taken, drugged and put into a gundam, no. not A gundam. HIS gundam against her will. She had merged with him and created an integral link between man and machine.
The day he had stopped screaming was the day he vowed to stop caring. And he had kept to it as best he could.
Sure he felt a bond with the other pilots, Duo mostly and of course with Wings creator J but that was about it.
No one else he let even close to him and even with the people he felt he had bonded to he never gave himself away, never let himself be vulnerable.
He never wanted to feel that pain again and friendship or love could cause his death.
But. every time he looked at her he felt like a 10-year-old again. He felt like playing games and being carefree and sleeping soundly in his bed without having to worry about if he would wake up or not.
He looked down at the control panel and saw splashes of water from his tears. His only weakness was back and this time she wasn't going anywhere. Strangely he was happy.
Duo looked at Taryn as Heero scrambled into her gundam.
She had regained her composure quickly in relation to the situation she had just recounted.
The smile was back on her face. Though it was strained as her flashback had drained a lot of her energy but it was there. Her legs suddenly gave way from beneath her and with Heero being absent Duo rushed forward to catch her stopping her from hitting the cold tiles.
She was soft to the touch, her skin smooth and warm. And she weighed very little. Probably due to the fact she was living off goo for god knows how long.
Her hair tickled his nose so he turned her round slightly.
Her face looked up at him with relief and hands slowly crept around his waist to firmly anchor her to him.
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Heero needed time to think. After he had caught her he had rushed off to the gundam again.
He swung himself up into the cockpit and it didn't look like he was coming out for a while.
Suddenly Taryn's knees buckled beneath her and as she closed her eyes waiting for the thud as her body hit the floor she found it never came. She felt a pair of arms encircle her once more yet as she was turned round she realised they weren't Heero's. They belonged to the other pilot. Duo.
He was smiling at her and his eyes sparkled.
His hands were warm around her waist and he smelled of motor oil, sandalwood and something she couldn't place, something unique to him.
She leant against his chest and looked at the gundam. No her gundam.
She would have to give it a name but how do you name a gundam? It's not like a pet or a child it's a killing machine.
Ralph, that's what you name a killing machine. You can talk about it in public without causing suspicion and it's a friendly name and that's what she wanted her gundam to be, a friend.
And with all the other weird and wonderful names being thrown about Ralph suited it just fine.
Safety. That's what Taryn was feeling. She remembered the arms she was currently in well. So many times she had run to them or they had helped her up or swung her round.
This gundam had triggered memories that had been lost whilst she was part of Wing but the shock she had got had shown them to her clear as day.
How could she have forgotten Heero? It must of hurt him when she hadn't recognised him earlier. What had happened since she last saw him?
He was taller. and broader but his heart was cold. He had stopped caring. But the old Heero was showing through again.
A side of Heero that the other pilots had never seen before, a side he had deadened.
She wanted to giggle at the absurdity of it all.
To him she had simply disappeared. He woke up and she was gone. They wouldn't have told him anything. They would have used his pain against him to make him the ultimate soldier.
She raised her head slightly and looked into his bright blue eyes. Eyes that smiled down at her though lurking behind it were uncertainty and pain.
She heard a cough behind her and Heero's head snapped up his eyes glaring at the source all smiles and friendliness gone. She stood up slowly with his help and glanced over again at the gundam.
It was hers, it felt weird just to say it let alone believe it. She wouldn't be a part of it anymore. She would be a pilot of it and a damn good one at that.
Heero made sure she was steady before walking over to the gundam and casting a critical eye over it.
He then jumped into the cockpit and out of sight of the others. He sat at the controls and well just sat.
His mind was going into overdrive.
She had been taken, drugged and put into a gundam, no. not A gundam. HIS gundam against her will. She had merged with him and created an integral link between man and machine.
The day he had stopped screaming was the day he vowed to stop caring. And he had kept to it as best he could.
Sure he felt a bond with the other pilots, Duo mostly and of course with Wings creator J but that was about it.
No one else he let even close to him and even with the people he felt he had bonded to he never gave himself away, never let himself be vulnerable.
He never wanted to feel that pain again and friendship or love could cause his death.
But. every time he looked at her he felt like a 10-year-old again. He felt like playing games and being carefree and sleeping soundly in his bed without having to worry about if he would wake up or not.
He looked down at the control panel and saw splashes of water from his tears. His only weakness was back and this time she wasn't going anywhere. Strangely he was happy.
Duo looked at Taryn as Heero scrambled into her gundam.
She had regained her composure quickly in relation to the situation she had just recounted.
The smile was back on her face. Though it was strained as her flashback had drained a lot of her energy but it was there. Her legs suddenly gave way from beneath her and with Heero being absent Duo rushed forward to catch her stopping her from hitting the cold tiles.
She was soft to the touch, her skin smooth and warm. And she weighed very little. Probably due to the fact she was living off goo for god knows how long.
Her hair tickled his nose so he turned her round slightly.
Her face looked up at him with relief and hands slowly crept around his waist to firmly anchor her to him.
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Heero needed time to think. After he had caught her he had rushed off to the gundam again.
He swung himself up into the cockpit and it didn't look like he was coming out for a while.
Suddenly Taryn's knees buckled beneath her and as she closed her eyes waiting for the thud as her body hit the floor she found it never came. She felt a pair of arms encircle her once more yet as she was turned round she realised they weren't Heero's. They belonged to the other pilot. Duo.
He was smiling at her and his eyes sparkled.
His hands were warm around her waist and he smelled of motor oil, sandalwood and something she couldn't place, something unique to him.
She leant against his chest and looked at the gundam. No her gundam.
She would have to give it a name but how do you name a gundam? It's not like a pet or a child it's a killing machine.
Ralph, that's what you name a killing machine. You can talk about it in public without causing suspicion and it's a friendly name and that's what she wanted her gundam to be, a friend.
And with all the other weird and wonderful names being thrown about Ralph suited it just fine.