Hey welcome back. I would like to send out special thanks to Sam for starting this chapter for me. I had real problems getting Wufei's personality down. So thanks a bunch. Hands Sam a cookie

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Anyways to go on with the usual spiel this chapter will be mainly Duo's point of view with quick switches to Wufei's in order to keep you posted on the condition of everyone's favorite blondie. There may also be a brief flash of Heero POV. Apologies on being late with this but I am currently suffering from writers block. Gotta hate that huh? Enjoy! Insidious Dreams: Chapter 6

I had been watching the battered desert angel that was Quatre Winner when he had fallen into a nightmare. Worry writhing like a snake in the pit of my stomach I gently reached over and stroked his face, brushing back his sweat soaked bangs, and whispered soft reassurances and he twisted and turned under the white hospital blankets. When I withdrew my hand it was covered in a slightly viscous red liquid that I knew could only be blood.

My worry growing into panic, I tried to discover the source of the bleeding, to no avail as the petite form turned his head preventing me from seeing the side of his face that was bleeding. At that moment a nurse entered the room. Quickly I turned to her and shouted. "Get the damned doctor onna, he is bleeding!!"

With a quick nod she turned and left to fetch a doctor as my attention went back to the beaten Arabian prince.

Slowly stalking down the street I searched for my prey. He could not have gotten too far and I knew him well. It was only a matter of time before I found him. Unfortunately for me it was already growing late and I was becoming weary. Also.. I was becoming more and more concerned about the well being of my little brother.

Resigning my search for the night I stopped at a nearby motel and checked in. The room was less than pleasant, but I had dealt with worse. Lying back on the bed I pondered where my quarry would hide after hurting the little angel. Surely he would anticipate my coming after him so he would most likely try to get as much distance between us as possible, which meant he would most-likely head out into the colonies.

Regrettably, there were too many colonies for me to search them all before he ultimately escaped me so I had to figure out how to narrow down my options drastically before I continued my search. That thought in mind I closed my eyes and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

When I awakened I had the weirdest sense that Quatre had not slept well. Picking up my cell I called his just to make sure everything was still alright. To my surprise it was Wufei who answered the ring. "Yes Maxwell?" He asked.

"Hey... what's up with this? Where's Quatre?" I questioned in return my voice taking on a slight edge of panic that I didn't bother to hide. "Winner is under observation by the doctors. He awoke from a nightmare with a deep gash on his cheek and no one has any reasonable explanation for how it got there." My face went pale. I had heard about things like this. Where a vivid dream would somehow transfer over into reality. This wasn't good. Not good at all.

It broke my heart to see the blonde awaken in fear. Surrounded by doctors he looked absolutely terrified but this was necessary... wasn't it? We had to know why the Winner boy was bleeding from that deep gash. If I didn't know better I would swear that gash looked as if it was made by a whip. But that was completely impossible. Madness even. Or was it..?

I looked at Yuy and he seemed to have absolutely no worries is regards to our companions well being. It sickened me. He could at least show a little compassion for the wealthy young ex-gundam pilot. But his gaze was fixed completely on the window and did not look like it would be moving any time soon. Sighing I turned my attention to the brilliant strategist that was trembling terribly on the white sheets.

All the doctors looked extremely frustrated. After all, they are scientists of sorts and scientists like to understand things. It annoys them to no ends when they aren't able to make complete sense of something. I knew in my heart there were only two people that could calm winner down now. One being Maxwell because of the brotherly bond the two share. The other being his one true love. For quite some time I had fantasized about that being myself. However it has become increasingly clear that there is only one that my angel loves. Trowa Barton.

It was as I was thinking about this that Winners cell phone began to emit a soothing song similar to one I had once overheard playing from a small locket in a children's television show titled Sailor Moon. Peering at the caller identification, caller i.d. for short I saw Maxwell's name come up. Relief flooded my system as I answered it. "Yes Maxwell?"

"Hey... what's up with this where's Quatre?" He asked his voice taking on a slight edge of panic. "Winner is under observation by the doctors. He awoke from a nightmare with a deep gash on his cheek and no one has any reasonable explanation for how it got there." I replied trying to make my voice sound apathetic. I don't think it worked. "Hang on I'm coming down there!" He exclaimed before the line went dead.

"Hang on I'm coming down there!" I nearly shouted into the phone as I hurriedly grabbed what meager belongings I had with me. Unfortunately... This meant giving up my hunt for an indefinite amount of time.. Growling in frustration I dropped off the keys to my motel room at the front desk then sped down the highway, going way over the speed limit, on my motorcycle towards where my little brother was staying with Wufei.

Barton! I will avenge my little brother. Do not think this little delay will prevent me from finding you.I thought bitterly as I continued to race down the highway. Suddenly red and blue flashing lights and a siren alerted me that I had caught someone's unwanted attention. Being the thrill seeker I was I lifted up the front wheel of my motorcycle and brought it back down to the ground speeding up leaving the highway patrol in my dust. My little brother needed me and I was going to be there for him. Speed limits be damned.

I wasn't very surprised when I entered the room to find Heero sitting by the window brooding like he always does. However.. That isn't to say that that sight pleased me either. In fact.. It pissed me off to think that he would sit there and silently bemoan his own personal problems when Quatre so obviously needed help.

Scowling, I stalked over to him. There was no way he was just going to sit there and get away with it.

My attention shot to Maxwell when he entered the room. The look of despair on his face told me he had not yet tracked down dearest Barton. Though given time I was sure he would. The shinigami always got his victims. His face soon turned from despair to anger as his gaze fell upon Yuy. It was understandable. I was considerably upset with the tussled haired man myself at the moment.

Here was Winner barely clinging to life and terrified from a recent nightmare and all he could do was to sit and rue things he could do nothing about. But he's always been that way. Never really cared about anything unless it could affect the mission. If you could say he is one positive thing it would have to be goal oriented. Unfortunately he cares for little that does not benefit or jeopardize whatever mission he considers himself to be on. I believe Maxwell sees something in him that no one else does. That does not mean Maxwell is not going to rip him a new ass hole for ignoring Winner in his time of need.

I allowed my gaze to drift slowly back over to the trembling and apprehensive Winner heir. His eyes searched the room frantically for some kind of calm emotion. Being an empath he is able to sense others emotions and I was sure he was picking up on the uneasy atmosphere surrounding him. My hand drifted lightly over his in a gesture of friendship and the look in his eyes when they found mine was one of trust and astonishment.

I watched Duo approach me. Out of the corner of my eye I could almost see the rage emanating from his body. I sighed and turned to face him. "Yes?" I asked coolly. This seemed to annoy him further as he glared deeply at me. "And what do you think your doing?" He asked me, anger and loathing dripping off his every word. What I was doing was trying to figure out how a deep gash that had obviously been made with a whip could suddenly appear on a sleeping figure. But I couldn't tell him that. "Watching that bird make it's nest." I replied.