Author: Dae Yuy
Archive: Nowhere at the moment
Warnings:Guilty Heero, frustrated Trowa, sap, shounen-ai
Rating: PG
Pairings: 3x1
Disclaimer: I don't own Trowa and Heero or Wufei, the story is mine though
Spoilers: No, not really
Feedback: I really need it for this one. This is my first time writing an arc (is that what it's even called?) like this.
Author's Notes: Like I said above, first time writing something like this. In won't really be updated regularly, just whenever I want to let out some 3x1 sap. Follows the Late Night Caller timeline. Also the rating in the story information is this part only, as it will be for the rest of the stories, they probably won't go above PG-13, so I'll put that on the overall information.
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Trowa stood, hands on his hips as he watched Heero. The Japanese boy was rather childishly clinging to the arm of the couch and adamantly refusing to move.
"Heero he's your partner. We have to go visit him." Trowa said exasperated. The tall pilot knew that Heero blamed himself for Wufei getting shot, and that his guilt practically overwhelmed him when he looked at Wufei, lying indignantly in the sterile hospital room.
"Heero let's go." Trowa said, he had long since stopped trying to lift the other from the couch, knowing that he was no match for Heero's strength when he really used it.
"It's a thunderstorm Trowa! We shouldn't be driving in a thunderstorm!" Heero tried. Another one of Heero's little fears that Trowa found rather endearing. Growing up on L1 Heero had rarely seen the amazing power of nature. L1 was second only to Duo's home colony L2, where rain was rare let alone storms.
Trowa smirked, "But I thought you liked storms Heero?"
Heero glared cutely, well to Trowa it was cute anyway, "No! I hate them! You're the one who likes them."
"Oh, right you are." Trowa said, the smirk still dancing on his lips. The day after Heero had arrived a week previous, the rain had only become worse; adding thunder and lightning to the mix. The European soon found himself with an armful of a quivering Heero, and was elated with the fact that someone actually needed him.
"Yeah, you like thunderstorms." Heero said, a new tactic in mind, "Don't you want to stay here and watch it through the windows of your bedroom?"
Trowa huffed, "You can't distract me with sex Heero. Let's go."
"Since when!" Heero exclaimed, "Tori-chan, please don't make me."
Trowa's face softened as he approached his lover. He gently took the smaller teen in his arms and dropped a light kiss on the wild mop of hair, "Heero, I'll be right there with you. You know as well as I do that Wufei doesn't blame you for what happened. You were busy with the other guy, the more dangerous one. You and Wufei both thought the smaller guy was out."
"I should have been paying attention." Heero said, grabbing a fist-full of Trowa's shirt, "I know better then to assume anything."
"Let's go Heero. I know for a fact that Wufei wants to see you. He called me last night when you were in the shower." Trowa pulled Heero to his feet and handed him his coat. Heero sighed but followed anyway. He hadn't seen Wufei for a good week and knew that his visit was long overdue.
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The car ride over to the hospital was pretty much uneventful. Trowa, though he tried to start up a conversation, failed miserably as Heero was too absorbed in his own thoughts of his fateful encounter with Wufei. Heero tightened a fist as he gazed out of the tinted windows, the water soaked scenery zoomed past at dizzying speeds. Every once and a while, the thunder would rumble and the lightening flash, the Japanese teen would flinch and try to distract himself with something else, but only wound up thinking of seeing Wufei.
Heero looked up startled, as he felt a warm hand on his own. He looked over at Trowa, saw sadness in his deep green eyes. Heero's brow furrowed as Trowa pulled over.
"Stop that." the European said softly. Heero looked down to their joined hands and saw the slow trickling of blood flow through his fingers. He gasped, startled, and opened his hand, four crescent shaped cuts were oozing sluggishly on his palm.
"Ow." Heero remarked pathetically, as he felt the sharp pain of the cuts. Trowa reached awkwardly, fumbling around in the glove compartment for a moment before managing to retrieve the first aid kit he kept there. Opening it he proceeded to tend to Heero's hand.
"You forgot to put your four-ways on." Heero said dully.
"Hmm?" Trowa questioned distractedly. Heero sighed lightly, reaching across himself and Trowa to flip on the hazard lights and settled back allowing Trowa to finish his task.
"I'm sorry you don't want to go Heero. But you really should see Wufei. Plus, I promised him you'd be there." Trowa shot Heero a small, somewhat bashful smile as he replaced the first aid kid and continued on to the hospital. Heero leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes, his gauze wrapped hand resting palm up and lightly on his knee. He didn't really have much of a choice now, he just hoped all would go well.
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End Story Two
There you go, I'm fairly new to writing 3x1, so bear with me for a while, I have to get out of my Duo mind-set, but I am still a die hard fan of 2x1 (waves little flag) never fear! I'm just broadening my horizons, I mean there's only so much 2x1 out there. (Camera pans behind Dae and you can see little muses making 3x1 and 6x1 flags) Oh! Does anyone know any good sites where I can find 6x1 fan-fics? I'll dedicate my next story to you if you tell me! ('shakes head at pathetic excuses for reviews' Oh well!)