Chapter 8: Ties That Bind

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Thank you all for waiting so patiently for this chapter and for not killing me while I was working on it. It's not a very long chapter but I had a bit of a writer's block for a while and then I lost the notebook most of the chapters were in. -.-' It was just one big long ordeal. But here it is and I hope you all enjoy! And please be kind, Reviews are loved.

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He was dreaming, he knew that, but everything seemed so real. He was lying in grass looking up at a clear blue sky watching the fluffy white clouds drift by. He jumped slightly as the grass rustled beside him as someone sat down. His mind had been wandering, drifting like the clouds, and he hadn't even been aware of anyone approaching. He sat straight up as he noticed exactly who was sitting beside him.

"Duo!"

"Duh, who else would it be?" The braided man asked as he chuckled.

"But you…aren't you…you're supposed to be in a coma." The stunned Japanese man stammered.

"Heero, Heero, Heero." The American said as he shook his head. Suddenly he was leaning in closer, barely inches apart. "Tell me what you think after this." With that he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Heero's stunned ones.

Heero's eyes fluttered shut and he opened his mouth as he felt Duo's tongue caressing his lips, asking for admittance. He was lost in the feel of their tongues dueling when suddenly he felt Duo gasp and slump forward in his arms. Duo looked up at him and tried to smile as the light slowly started to fade from his eyes.

Heero tremulously pulled his hand away from Duo's back when he felt something warm flowing over it, knowing before he saw it, what he would find. His fears were confirmed as his hand came away covered in blood. He looked around frantically for who ever had shot Duo but there was no one in sight. He looked back down at Duo in panic and felt his heart stop. The American's glassy eyes stared back at him blankly. His chest wasn't moving and when he checked, he couldn't find a pulse. Desperately he started shaking the silent form in his arms, trying to get a response, any response, to disprove what he knew was already true.

"Duo! Duo wake up! You can't leave me." Sobs began to rack his body as it finally sunk in. "I love you, Duo."

He dropped his head down onto Duo's chest and cried for the first time he could ever remember. Duo, his love and life, was gone.

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The grieving man finally picked his head up from the chest of his love that he held in his arms. His tears had stopped long ago, only for the fact that there were none left. As he sat there a thought occurred to him. There was a way to be together again, a way only he could make happen. Death had torn them apart and now it would reunite them. He pulled out his ever-present field knife, something that he had used frequently in the war, and smiled. The very thing that had saved his life so many times was now going to end it. As he drug the blade across his wrist he smiled and lay beside the body he had clung to. Now nothing mattered, Death was finally coming for him and then he would be with the only man he loved. A soft sigh escaped his lips as darkness closed in and he whispered one word.

"Forever"

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The silent man felt a tug at his heart, from the very depths of his soul and gave him an idea. He pulled the knife from his dead love's belt and held it up in front of his eyes. They would be together again, no matter what. Life wouldn't be bearable without his bright smile, his jokes, and his warm laugh. He closed his eyes smiled as he drug the blade across his wrist. As he lay down beside his love, he caressed his face and his long silky braid one more time, as darkness started to close in. He smiled caressing the peaceful face beside his own and imagined the violet orbs that were no longer visible. As he closed his eyes he sighed and whispered one word.

"Forever."

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The men gathered in the waiting room were shaken from their seats as a scream echoed through the entire hospital. It seemed to be coming from all directions and they all fell into battle ready positions until they realized why it had seemed so close, and yet so far away. Quatre lay convulsing in the arms of his lover screaming in pain, the source of which they couldn't see. Nurses running full speed down the hall indicating where the far away scream had come from. Wufei, Treize, and Zechs all traded a look as that information registered before the first two took off down the hall after the nurses. Zechs knelt to help Trowa, knowing that whatever had happened they would do everything they could to help.

Trowa gave Zechs a grateful look in helping to control his writhing boyfriend. Both let out a sigh of relief as the small blond finally stopped and his pulse was found to be returning to normal.

Treize and Wufei slid to a stop out side of a room swarming with nurses and doctors. The loud screeching of a flat lined heart monitor told them what was happening to the patient inside. Wufei turned and leaned back against the wall with a sigh of relief when he realized it was the wrong room. Sally had just told them that everything was stable.

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Back in the lobby Trowa was finally bringing Quatre around. The blonde's blue eyes fluttered open, focusing before he sat bolt upright and his pale shaking hand clutched at his chest as he gasped for air.

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A gasp from Treize made Wufei swing back around to see what was wrong. A pale hand hanging off of one of the beds and long braid pooled on the floor caught his attention and made his breath freeze in his chest. Denial was already running through his mind. 'The baka can't be gone. Sure I told him some harsh things over the years but it was mainly because he had a way of worming himself into people's hearts. Even mine.' Heero was a prime example of that, only Duo's infectious smile and laugh could've melted a wall like that. 'Someone like that can't be gone.' He thought to himself, desperately trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was wrong.

A rough surface digging into the palm of his hand brought him out of his reverie and back to reality. After a second of staring blankly at it he realized that it was one of the nameplates that had the patient's names on it. He couldn't bring himself to move his hand and see who was on it. If he did he knew that his whole world was going to start crashing around him.

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"What happened Quatre?" Zechs asked tentatively. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know but the question was hovering over them like a dark cloud.

Quatre turned his glazed eyes to Zechs and blinked trying to clear his head. "I felt like my heart was ripped from my chest."

Trowa glanced worriedly at his small lover. "Why? Where did it come from?"

Quatre looked at his boyfriend and broke down. He fell sobbingly into Trowa's embrace and mumbled something that Zechs couldn't quite hear from where he was. His blood turned cold though as he saw the look of fear on the Heavy Arms pilot's normally stoic face. The answer was as clear to him if he had shouted it. And then he took off down the hall after his lovers.

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Wufei had finally gathered his strength to move his hand. Inch by inch the nameplate became visible. With one last force of will he wrenched his hand away to find his fears confirmed. The last thing he heard was a whispered prayer.

"Dear God's, please not both of them."

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Zechs rounded the corner just in time to see Wufei tumble to the floor and Treize turn to catch him. As Zechs reached them he bent down to help gather the unconscious Chinese man and carry him back to the waiting room. News would come soon enough. Either it would allay their fears, or it was going to be very bad news for one blond Foreign Minister.

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Wufei groaned as the darkness receded. He was sitting on something firm, yet soft at the same time, and there was a steady thumping next to his ear. As he sat fully up he realized that something was Trieze.

"Finally back among the living I see." Treize said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" Wufei groaned as he held his throbbing head.

Treize and the others exchanged a brief glance before Zechs laid his hand on his lover's shoulder.

"You ah…feinted."

The events of what had occurred started to flood back to him. He began to panic as he remembered where he had been before he had passed out.

"Oh Gods! What happened? Is Duo ok?" He gushed as he looked around at the group.

Two pairs of arms enveloped him trying to calm him and also to prevent him from getting up and rushing back down the hall. This only caused Wufei to fear the worst, that they were calming him for the news that was to come.

Treize looked to Quatre for help with a pleading look in his eyes. "Will you tell him what happened? Please?"

Quatre nodded and got up from his seat by Trowa and slowly walked over to where Wufei was looking at him in near hysterics. He knelt down in front of his distraught friend trying to find the words to explain what had happened to him.

"Wufei, they only way I can explain what happened is that Heero and Duo have a tie that binds them together, something that connects their souls and very lives together. I think that something happened to Duo in his unconscious mind that made him believe Heero was dead and thus he chose to follow. But Heero really wasn't and when Duo went into…into death, Heero's soul felt it and he followed Duo." Quatre stopped as he saw Wufei's face turn gray and realized what the Chinese man was thinking. "Don't worry though, the doctors were able to bring them both back. Sally came out while you were unconscious and assured us that everything was fine and that they were standing by incase something like this happens again."

Wufei let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and slumped back against Treize again. Within moments the group could hear his breathing even out and realized he had fallen asleep.

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Dorothy turned off the TV in shock. It was all over the news; everything that had happened was on every station. The world was holding its breath waiting to see what happened to two of the men that had helped save it. She buried her face in her hands in shame that she had been part of it. Her blind love had caused her to overlook the fact that Relena had become dangerously obsessed. Never had she thought that by carrying out the plan Relena had devised that anyone would get hurt. Now Duo was lying in a hospital bed in a coma and Heero was in a bed next to him from exhaustion and malnutrition.

And all of it was her fault. She could have stopped it all by telling Relena that it was wrong, but she hadn't. Determinedly she stood and walked into Relena's bedroom on the ship they were on. As she passed the dresser she grabbed a candlestick and silently crept up behind the other blond. After Relena had slumped forward over her desk Dorothy checked her pulse to make sure she hadn't done any real damage, and then tied her to the chair. Once she was sure that Relena wouldn't be able to get out she set off for the cockpit. She changed their destination settings and entered the new course then sat back. She had helped start this mess, yes, but now she was going to end it. She would do what she had to in order to atone for her mistake.

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Well there you have it folks. The chapter you have all been waiting for. I promise the next one will be out quicker than this one. And the next one will probably be the last. Sorry again that it took so long and if you don't like it please don't kill me. . I promise you'll all like the next one . I'm getting out of here so thank you for reading all you lovely fans out there. And remember to REVIEW. Me likey reviews!

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