Author: Dae Yuy
Archive: Nowhere at the moment
Warnings:shower scene, short, typical Wufei, shounen-ai, getting over it
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: 31
Disclaimer: I don't own Trowa and Heero or Wufei, the story is mine though
Spoilers: No, not really
Feedback: Pwitty Pweeze?
Author's Notes: Number three! I don't really like this one but the idea has been cooking in my head for awhile now so I had to write it. Mind you it sounded a heck of a lot better in my head. Oh well, hopefully Part Four: Finding Missing Friends will be better. Part four may end up being a two parter, not sure yet, it's still in the works.
Author's Notes II: This is dedicated to Animegurl14 who gave me some lovely sites that host my requested pairings.
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The hospital trip was rather uneventful, Wufei, though hurt, was his usual self. Complaining about all the woman hovering around him and the injustice of a female doctor taking care of him and that the only two male nurses on his floor were too frustrated to attend to him anymore as his equality rants had got rather out of hand.
Heero had chuckled and asked how his Chinese partner had felt. The wound, though on his left side was high enough so there would not be any long lasting effects that physiotherapy and a weekly massage wouldn't cure. The doctor expected him to be back on desk duty within eight weeks. Heero had purposely failed to mention that Wufei, like all the other pilots had exceptional healing capacities and would most likely be well enough to work again within four weeks.
The car ride back home was subdued, though Heero felt a lot better, with the secure knowledge that Wufei in no way whatsoever blamed the smaller pilot for what happened and if not for the perpetrators underestimating him, it most likely would have turned out a lot worse. Trowa drove home with a slight smile and put the radio on a rock station, something they both enjoyed.
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Once they arrived back at the apartment, Heero let out a tired sigh. Though he was happier, the day had been rather emotionally draining and the Japanese Preventer just wanted to curl up with a nice cup of hot green tea and a blanket. Trowa noticed his lover's state and helped remove his coat and shoes. He knew that Heero needed some TLC.
"Follow me." Trowa whispered in French, sending a shiver down Heero's spine.
"I don't-" Heero began.
"I know." Trowa said in that magical language, "Just let me take care of you?"
"All you have been doing since I arrived is been taking care of me Tori-chan. I need to become me again." Heero said, looking up into those vibrant emeralds.
"Just for tonight, than you can start being you again tomorrow, s'il vous plaît?" Trowa asked.
"Hai, oui, yes." Heero nodded smiling slightly, "I can be me tomorrow."
Trowa chuckled, kissing Heero gently on the lips and continued to lead him to the bathroom, what Heero needed was a nice hot shower to send all that baggage down the drain. He had to start moving forward again rather than staying frozen in time. Though Trowa had enjoyed taking care of the smaller teen, he knew that Heero was not really Heero. Wing's former pilot was more self reliant than that.
Trowa turned the shower on to a warmer temperature than he could usually stand; however, he knew that Heero liked showers hot. Slowly divesting his lover of his clothes, Trowa did the same to himself and they stepped into the steaming spray of the water. The European languidly washed Heero, kissing him gently, Heero melted with the ministrations. Trowa always knew what he needed.
The Japanese young man turned standing on his tiptoes and pressing a gentle kiss to Trowa's lips. Tomorrow, he would be ready to deal. Tomorrow he would begin getting over it. Tomorrow he would become Heero Yuy. Right now, all he wanted to do was relax into his tall lover's embrace and relish in the feeling of being with him. Right now he just wanted to be, not become.
"Domo Arigato." Heero whispered, "Thank-you for this."
End Part Three