Bounty Hunter Diaries Chapter 7: Sally Chang Saves the Day, Heero Yuy is Pissed, Again.
Rated PG-13 for Pirate-like cursing.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to be able to lay claim to Duo Maxwell (heh heh) I can't, because the only thing I currently own is my Kenshin plushie, and even he's licensed! Long story short, Gundam Wing in owned by other people. A/N: Thanks thanks for all the positive feedback I've gotten so far! You guys rock! (Leave me more! It makes me happy!)
Not a new chapter, but I fixed some inconsistencies with this chapter and chapter 8. There will, however, be a new chapter coming soon!
My couch is covered with worn plum colored velvet. I never realized how soothing velvet was to play with until I was sitting on the couch, nervously awaiting my cousin Sally's verdict on Duo's health. My fidgety fingers rubbed the nap back and forth, the tactile therapy calming me somewhat. There was no sound coming from my bedroom. I was left with my increasingly morbid thoughts and the constant ticking of my mantle clock. If Sally didn't hurry up and tell me what was going on, I was going to rub a hole in my couch.
It didn't help that Wufei was sitting in my armchair, scowling out the window. "No fucking T.V." He muttered.
I frowned at him. Since he and Sally had arrived half an hour ago, he'd done nothing but complain. First, I didn't have the kind of liquor he preferred, then I had no T.V., and I had no decent books. Now he was back to bitching about the T.V.
"Dorothy Catalonia." I said in a low singsong whisper.
His face blanched slightly and he shut his mouth.
I grinned and settled back to do some serious tactile therapy.
Sally emerged just in time to save the arm of my couch from having a hole burned through it. She had a bit of blood spattered on her shirt and she looked tired.
She plopped down next to me with a sigh. "The bullet went straight through, didn't hit anything. He was lucky. A few inches to the left and it would have hit his heart. The rest of the damage was superficial." She turned to me and gave me the evil eye. "He should have gone to a hospital." She said, disapproval heavy in her voice.
I frowned. "He refused. He was worried about being arrested."
Sally closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "Wonderful. So, he's on the run from the law. And here we all are, accessories."
Wufei grunted. "Not the first time, babe." He said to his wife. He wasn't scowling anymore. In fact, he looked down right amused. I was shocked. Who knew he was capable of any other emotion?
Sally laughed. "True."
It was then that I remembered how they had met. Wufei had been in circumstances not unlike Duo's and Sally had been the emergency room nurse who had fixed him up and 'forgotten' to call the police.
They were making gooey eyes at each other. Blech.
Hoping to turn Sally's attention away from her husband, I tapped her hand. "Is Duo awake?"
She turned to me and shrugged. "He was when I left him, but I gave him a pretty powerful painkiller. If he's not out, then he's on his way." She went back to making kissy faces at Wufei. I was going to be sick.
"I'm going to go check on him." I said, rising quickly from my seat. "No sex on my couch or I will charge you for the cleaning." I said testily. They both ignored me.
My room was dark and smelled strongly of anti-septic. Duo was propped up with several pillows, his head lolling against the headboard. I couldn't tell if he was awake or not.
"Duo?" I whispered.
He grunted. I suppose that meant he was awake.
I tiptoed across the room and gingerly settled myself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" I murmured.
"Like I've been shot." He said hoarsely.
I grinned and took hold of his hand. "Sally says you'll be fine." I said.
He nodded and then grimaced in pain from the movement.
"Would it be all right if I bunked down here for a bit?" He asked.
I looked down at our hands. His was large and slightly rough, but his nails were trimmed and neat. Odd detail to notice, but I did. The truth was, I was curious as to why, of all the doorsteps on the colony he could have bled on, he chose mine. We've barely known each other for a few days.
I looked down at him and asked.
He sighed. "Because I trust you." He said after a moment.
I'm pretty sure that I looked like I was about to be hit by a truck. Wide eyes, gaping mouth, the whole bit.
"Why?" I finally managed.
He tried to shrug, remembered his bullet wound and squeezed my hand instead. "I have no idea. But I do."
"You can stay." I said after a long moment.
"The police might come looking for me, you could be held as an accessory." He said.
"Accessory to what?"
He frowned. "Murder."
I dropped his hand. "Shit, Duo, what did you do?"
"I didn't, that's the whole problem. Somebody's trying to set me up." His expression now was fierce. "I think I got too close to Khushrenada and he's trying to make sure I won't be a problem."
"It would be hard to track him down from a prison cell." I conceded.
He nodded. "Or dead."
"Who was murdered?" I asked quietly.
He released a long, shuddering sigh. "Relena Darlian."
Relena. I felt the color drain from my face and my stomach twisted. "Are you sure?" She couldn't be dead. Not Relena.
Duo frowned. "No. But I was lured to the restaurant and when I got there, she was lying on the floor, covered with blood and she wasn't moving."
Tears rose up in my eyes. I liked Relena.
He took my hand and stroked it gently. "Trieze knows that now Zechs and Heero will hunt me down like a dog. I'll be so busy covering my ass, I won't be looking for his."
"I understand Zechs, but why Heero? Loyalty?" I asked, ignoring the tears that were leaking from my eyes.
"Heero and Relena are in love with each other. They were engaged, but she broke it off. But they're still sort of a couple." Duo still spoke of Relena in the present tense. He didn't want her to be dead, either.
"Who shot you?" I asked, trying to imagine Heero being capable of affection.
"Zechs. He caught me at the scene. I barely got out of there alive." Duo sighed. "Trieze is a dead man, no matter what I have to do. I don't care about the money, this is fucking personal."
He looked at me for a long moment, then gently wiped the tears off of my face. "I'll need your help, since I can't move around in the open. Will you be my eyes and ears?"
I nodded. "I want this bastard dead." I said vehemently, and I meant it. Relena was a sweet, gentle soul who didn't deserve her fate. Trieze Khushrenada was going down if I had to stick my stun gun up his ass to do it.
I slept on my couch that night, haunted by dreams of Relena. I woke up around six, finally unable to bear the nightmares. I got up off the couch and stumbled around for a minute, banging my shin into the coffee table, which caused me to start cursing, loudly, until I remembered Duo sleeping in the next room. A quick check revealed that he had slept through my tirade. Whatever Sally had given him last night was plenty powerful.
I fixed myself a mug of instant coffee and sat, staring out my living room window, wondering how the hell I was going to be able to help bring Khushrenada, an ex-cop and current felon, down, when I could barely handle my gun. He was dangerous and I was a wimp.
A seven thirty, I was on my second cup of coffee, when there was a loud pounding on my door. Jeez. It seemed like all anyone ever did anymore was pound on my door. There was a doorbell, plain as day, right next to the damn door. Why didn't anyone ever ring it?
I scurried to the door and looked out the peephole. Heero Yuy was staring directly back at me. He had dark shadows under his eyes and about a day's worth of beard on his face. He looked like hell. I swallowed. Shit. He wasn't friendly under normal circumstances. How would he be when he was grieving?
I closed my eyes and counted to ten to calm myself. A quick look around my apartment showed that there were no obvious signs of Duo anywhere. My bedroom door was closed as well.
I opened the door as far as the chain would allow and smiled at Heero. "Detective Yuy, what can I do for you?" I hope my voice didn't sound as quivery as it felt.
"Cut the bullshit and let me in." He growled. I blinked.
"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to will my face not to turn red.
He pointed down to my welcome mat. Large splotches of dried blood decorated it.
"I don't think this is from a nosebleed. Now let me in before I break this fucking door down." He never raised his voice, but he was still as scary as hell. I nodded, shut the door and released the chain.
He stepped past me and immediately went to my bedroom. He opened the door and looked in, giving a grunt of satisfaction when he saw Duo.
So much for keeping him safe. Crap. Did I have enough money for bail?
He shut the door and flopped down on my couch. Now, I could be wrong, but this wasn't exactly what I imagined being arrested was like. I expected a battalion of cops, handcuffs, my rights being read, not one cop laying on my couch, looking like he was about to take a nap.
"Uh, hello?" I walked over to Heero and glared down at him, my hands on my hips.
He had one arm flung over his eyes. "Relena is going to live." He said quietly.
Relief rushed through me and I had to sit down. "Thank God." I said.
"Thank Kevlar." Heero replied dryly. "She must have suspected something was up because she was wearing a bullet proof vest. She got shot in the arm, though."
"Are you going to arrest Duo?" I asked, when I was sufficiently calm enough to continue.
"No." Heero muttered. "But I wouldn't let Zechs get a hold of him."
"Then you don't think he's guilty?"
Heero lowered his arm and looked at me. "Duo is an irresponsible, lazy bastard. But he's not vicious or cruel. He likes Relena. There is no way in hell he would have hurt her. Zechs thinks differently, but most of the guys on the force know that he has his head up his ass where Duo is concerned." He sighed and covered his eyes again. "I haven't slept in at least two days. Wake me up when Maxwell's conscious."
Well, shit. Suddenly I was running a half way house for current and former members of the police force. If Quatre showed up, I might scream.
Rated PG-13 for Pirate-like cursing.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to be able to lay claim to Duo Maxwell (heh heh) I can't, because the only thing I currently own is my Kenshin plushie, and even he's licensed! Long story short, Gundam Wing in owned by other people. A/N: Thanks thanks for all the positive feedback I've gotten so far! You guys rock! (Leave me more! It makes me happy!)
Not a new chapter, but I fixed some inconsistencies with this chapter and chapter 8. There will, however, be a new chapter coming soon!
My couch is covered with worn plum colored velvet. I never realized how soothing velvet was to play with until I was sitting on the couch, nervously awaiting my cousin Sally's verdict on Duo's health. My fidgety fingers rubbed the nap back and forth, the tactile therapy calming me somewhat. There was no sound coming from my bedroom. I was left with my increasingly morbid thoughts and the constant ticking of my mantle clock. If Sally didn't hurry up and tell me what was going on, I was going to rub a hole in my couch.
It didn't help that Wufei was sitting in my armchair, scowling out the window. "No fucking T.V." He muttered.
I frowned at him. Since he and Sally had arrived half an hour ago, he'd done nothing but complain. First, I didn't have the kind of liquor he preferred, then I had no T.V., and I had no decent books. Now he was back to bitching about the T.V.
"Dorothy Catalonia." I said in a low singsong whisper.
His face blanched slightly and he shut his mouth.
I grinned and settled back to do some serious tactile therapy.
Sally emerged just in time to save the arm of my couch from having a hole burned through it. She had a bit of blood spattered on her shirt and she looked tired.
She plopped down next to me with a sigh. "The bullet went straight through, didn't hit anything. He was lucky. A few inches to the left and it would have hit his heart. The rest of the damage was superficial." She turned to me and gave me the evil eye. "He should have gone to a hospital." She said, disapproval heavy in her voice.
I frowned. "He refused. He was worried about being arrested."
Sally closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "Wonderful. So, he's on the run from the law. And here we all are, accessories."
Wufei grunted. "Not the first time, babe." He said to his wife. He wasn't scowling anymore. In fact, he looked down right amused. I was shocked. Who knew he was capable of any other emotion?
Sally laughed. "True."
It was then that I remembered how they had met. Wufei had been in circumstances not unlike Duo's and Sally had been the emergency room nurse who had fixed him up and 'forgotten' to call the police.
They were making gooey eyes at each other. Blech.
Hoping to turn Sally's attention away from her husband, I tapped her hand. "Is Duo awake?"
She turned to me and shrugged. "He was when I left him, but I gave him a pretty powerful painkiller. If he's not out, then he's on his way." She went back to making kissy faces at Wufei. I was going to be sick.
"I'm going to go check on him." I said, rising quickly from my seat. "No sex on my couch or I will charge you for the cleaning." I said testily. They both ignored me.
My room was dark and smelled strongly of anti-septic. Duo was propped up with several pillows, his head lolling against the headboard. I couldn't tell if he was awake or not.
"Duo?" I whispered.
He grunted. I suppose that meant he was awake.
I tiptoed across the room and gingerly settled myself on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?" I murmured.
"Like I've been shot." He said hoarsely.
I grinned and took hold of his hand. "Sally says you'll be fine." I said.
He nodded and then grimaced in pain from the movement.
"Would it be all right if I bunked down here for a bit?" He asked.
I looked down at our hands. His was large and slightly rough, but his nails were trimmed and neat. Odd detail to notice, but I did. The truth was, I was curious as to why, of all the doorsteps on the colony he could have bled on, he chose mine. We've barely known each other for a few days.
I looked down at him and asked.
He sighed. "Because I trust you." He said after a moment.
I'm pretty sure that I looked like I was about to be hit by a truck. Wide eyes, gaping mouth, the whole bit.
"Why?" I finally managed.
He tried to shrug, remembered his bullet wound and squeezed my hand instead. "I have no idea. But I do."
"You can stay." I said after a long moment.
"The police might come looking for me, you could be held as an accessory." He said.
"Accessory to what?"
He frowned. "Murder."
I dropped his hand. "Shit, Duo, what did you do?"
"I didn't, that's the whole problem. Somebody's trying to set me up." His expression now was fierce. "I think I got too close to Khushrenada and he's trying to make sure I won't be a problem."
"It would be hard to track him down from a prison cell." I conceded.
He nodded. "Or dead."
"Who was murdered?" I asked quietly.
He released a long, shuddering sigh. "Relena Darlian."
Relena. I felt the color drain from my face and my stomach twisted. "Are you sure?" She couldn't be dead. Not Relena.
Duo frowned. "No. But I was lured to the restaurant and when I got there, she was lying on the floor, covered with blood and she wasn't moving."
Tears rose up in my eyes. I liked Relena.
He took my hand and stroked it gently. "Trieze knows that now Zechs and Heero will hunt me down like a dog. I'll be so busy covering my ass, I won't be looking for his."
"I understand Zechs, but why Heero? Loyalty?" I asked, ignoring the tears that were leaking from my eyes.
"Heero and Relena are in love with each other. They were engaged, but she broke it off. But they're still sort of a couple." Duo still spoke of Relena in the present tense. He didn't want her to be dead, either.
"Who shot you?" I asked, trying to imagine Heero being capable of affection.
"Zechs. He caught me at the scene. I barely got out of there alive." Duo sighed. "Trieze is a dead man, no matter what I have to do. I don't care about the money, this is fucking personal."
He looked at me for a long moment, then gently wiped the tears off of my face. "I'll need your help, since I can't move around in the open. Will you be my eyes and ears?"
I nodded. "I want this bastard dead." I said vehemently, and I meant it. Relena was a sweet, gentle soul who didn't deserve her fate. Trieze Khushrenada was going down if I had to stick my stun gun up his ass to do it.
I slept on my couch that night, haunted by dreams of Relena. I woke up around six, finally unable to bear the nightmares. I got up off the couch and stumbled around for a minute, banging my shin into the coffee table, which caused me to start cursing, loudly, until I remembered Duo sleeping in the next room. A quick check revealed that he had slept through my tirade. Whatever Sally had given him last night was plenty powerful.
I fixed myself a mug of instant coffee and sat, staring out my living room window, wondering how the hell I was going to be able to help bring Khushrenada, an ex-cop and current felon, down, when I could barely handle my gun. He was dangerous and I was a wimp.
A seven thirty, I was on my second cup of coffee, when there was a loud pounding on my door. Jeez. It seemed like all anyone ever did anymore was pound on my door. There was a doorbell, plain as day, right next to the damn door. Why didn't anyone ever ring it?
I scurried to the door and looked out the peephole. Heero Yuy was staring directly back at me. He had dark shadows under his eyes and about a day's worth of beard on his face. He looked like hell. I swallowed. Shit. He wasn't friendly under normal circumstances. How would he be when he was grieving?
I closed my eyes and counted to ten to calm myself. A quick look around my apartment showed that there were no obvious signs of Duo anywhere. My bedroom door was closed as well.
I opened the door as far as the chain would allow and smiled at Heero. "Detective Yuy, what can I do for you?" I hope my voice didn't sound as quivery as it felt.
"Cut the bullshit and let me in." He growled. I blinked.
"Excuse me?" I asked, trying to will my face not to turn red.
He pointed down to my welcome mat. Large splotches of dried blood decorated it.
"I don't think this is from a nosebleed. Now let me in before I break this fucking door down." He never raised his voice, but he was still as scary as hell. I nodded, shut the door and released the chain.
He stepped past me and immediately went to my bedroom. He opened the door and looked in, giving a grunt of satisfaction when he saw Duo.
So much for keeping him safe. Crap. Did I have enough money for bail?
He shut the door and flopped down on my couch. Now, I could be wrong, but this wasn't exactly what I imagined being arrested was like. I expected a battalion of cops, handcuffs, my rights being read, not one cop laying on my couch, looking like he was about to take a nap.
"Uh, hello?" I walked over to Heero and glared down at him, my hands on my hips.
He had one arm flung over his eyes. "Relena is going to live." He said quietly.
Relief rushed through me and I had to sit down. "Thank God." I said.
"Thank Kevlar." Heero replied dryly. "She must have suspected something was up because she was wearing a bullet proof vest. She got shot in the arm, though."
"Are you going to arrest Duo?" I asked, when I was sufficiently calm enough to continue.
"No." Heero muttered. "But I wouldn't let Zechs get a hold of him."
"Then you don't think he's guilty?"
Heero lowered his arm and looked at me. "Duo is an irresponsible, lazy bastard. But he's not vicious or cruel. He likes Relena. There is no way in hell he would have hurt her. Zechs thinks differently, but most of the guys on the force know that he has his head up his ass where Duo is concerned." He sighed and covered his eyes again. "I haven't slept in at least two days. Wake me up when Maxwell's conscious."
Well, shit. Suddenly I was running a half way house for current and former members of the police force. If Quatre showed up, I might scream.