Title: Fall
Author: Sandolious
Rating: T or PG – 13
Warning: Homosexuality and Heterosexuality. Violence. Language.
Summery: Some secrets are meant to be kept. Some betrayals are unforgivable. He has been betrayed one too many times. After the war, one pilot searches for salvation.
Disclaimer. I own nothing but the story.
Last chapter:
"I may not be able to kill death, but you still bleed." Two shots rang out and the Earth seemed to pause. Both men trapped in this dance of death and life, cradled fragilely in mortalities arms. Then time sped up, Edgar's gun clattered to the ground as Duo fell, eyes wide in shock. Gasping wetly for breath, Duo pushed up onto his hands and knees, head bowed as thick hot blood dripped from the hole in the middle of his chest.
Now:
Wufei sat on the front porch steps waiting for the braided pilot to return. It had just been over an hour since the man left silently. The others were out back lounging poolside, a soft current of tension breaking over the conversations. In his subconscious, Wufei, fought to decipher his feelings for his comrade. The elation and relief at seeing the youth filled his veins the moment his sole eyes locked on the boy's figure at the airport. It had been too long, the Chinese man thought, eyes lifting from the expansive manicured lawn to the driveway at the sound of a rapidly approaching motorcycle.
In the distance, his eyes locked on to the haphazard path Duo drove, stomach clenching as a weight settled into his stomach. Something was wrong, Duo was an experienced driver, and never would the braided man drive like a drunkard unless something terrible happened. Wufei jumped to his feet and took off down the driveway as the bike hit an uneven patch, the tire's squeal forced Wufei to increase his pace, narrowed eyes watching as Duo was thrown off and the bike continued on into the fountain, the sound of the crash reverberating across the grounds, a grueling crunch of metal and concrete merging.
Skidding to a halt in front of Duo, Wufei fell to his knees at the sight of blood pooling under his friend, dying the gravel rust. Choking on the lump in his throat, he began checking vitals and breathing a small sigh of relief at the weak pulse and shallow breathing. The sound of approaching foot steps and voices calling his name brought the severity of the situation to the forefront of Wufei's mind. The pool of blood had almost doubled. Lifting the unconscious man up, he checked the bullet wound and cursed.
"Wufei! What the hell is goin-" Hilde furiously started to ask before catching sight of the whom the boy held. "Duo..? DUO!" she screamed, running the short distance to her friend, her scream alerting the others.
"He's been shot. Through and through. So much blood." Wufei babbled to the woman across from him, despair clouding his eyes. Hilde took in the state of her co-worker, her fallen friend and the mixed emotions of the others, as Sally pushed her way through those gathered asking meaningless questions. Taking stock of the situation Sally to the lead.
"We need to move him. Quatre find a suitable room on the first floor to do the work in. Now! Wufei, pick him up gently and follow Quatre. Heero, Zechs, and Noin, find all the medical supplies you can, and scrub up. Everyone else, keep the hell out of the way. Move Out!" Sally dictated, watching as her orders were followed. Rushing to catch up with Wufei, the one thought in her mind was, it is always Duo getting mortally wounded in down time.
Setting Duo down on the designated bed, Wufei took a step back until his back hit the wall, watching surreally as the others began to work on his friend, his comrade, his… love. With unseeing eyes he watched as their best efforts went into saving their friend, the one who tied everyone together. The link. He was not aware of how long he stood there, until he heard his name called. A tired looking Sally stood in front of him, concern apparent on her face.
"Are you hurt?"
Confusion crossed his face at the absurd question. Shaking his head, his eyes locked on the empty bloodied bed and used medical equipment, furthering his disorientation.
"Are you sure?" she implored, resting a light hand on his shoulder.
"Duo? Where is he?" Wufei asked, almost frantically as his daze broke and the image of his injured friend flashed before his eyes. Soft, but strong hand gripped his shoulders, causing him to still and focus on the woman before him.
"Duo is being taken to the hospital. For right now he is fine. You have blood all other yourself. Are you injured Agent Chang?" the stern voice of Doctor Sally Po asked. Wufei looked down at his clothing, the dried blood staining his clothes and skin.
"It's not mine." Wufei whispered before shaking free of the Doctor and rushing out of the room.
TBC….