Major Simi – thanks for the review. ^.^ Next chapter may have a bit of a twist.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate or Gundam.
Chapter 6:
Weir stood at the top of the stairs as the team made it back across with someone firing at them. Heero made it through last and watched as the gate was shut down. Even from her view she could tell he was injured. "Get a medical team in here," she called and walked down. "Sheppard," she looked at him and then to Heero, "you didn't say he was injured." John looked at her and then to Heero, and sure enough there was blood running from his arm.
He looked confused. "I didn't know, he didn't say anything," he said.
"It's a minor wound," Heero replied and took off the gun.
"You still have to be looked over by Carson," Weir said as the man walked in.
"Aye, follow me," he said. Heero followed without word to the medical bay and took off the military jacket and his shirt. There was a bullet wound in his shoulder, he sat on the table and looked like a child at a doctor's office, though his expression was blank. "Are ya in any pain?" the doctor asked.
"No," Heero answered. Carson looked at him and pulled some equipment closer to him.
"It's not painful?" Carson asked and shook his head. He looked at the wound; the bullet was still inside the arm. He got a needle and poked Heero with it. "Because I don't believe it doesn't hurt," he explained. Heero turned his head to the side, he nodded in understanding, and he guessed he should be wailing in some sort of pain.
He watched as Carson took the bullet out of his shoulder and stitched him up. It didn't take long and he didn't say anything to him.
"How is he?" Weir asked.
"He's going to be out of work for a little while Doctor Weir," Carson explained.
Heero frowned, "it is not an injury that I cannot work with," he said to the Doctor. Weir and Carson looked at him.
"If you do anything strenuous, it could get worse, I say no work for a while," he repeated.
"Here the Doctor's orders are final Heero," she said and looked at him. "You're suspended from duty until other wise stated." The Gundam pilot didn't look to happy about that, he had never had anyone tell him he couldn't work with injuries, and with how he was trained, this was nothing. He fought though part of the war with a dislocated knee, a bullet would was nothing.
"Acknowledge," he replied instead. It would give him an excuse to work on his communications system in his Gundam. He hopped off the table gave a nod to Weir and Carson and walked out, as he was walking out John was walking in.
Rodney sometime later walked down to the Gundam with John and Teyla as she held a basket with some food. They watched Heero bent in a part of the mobile suit they could hear soft pounding and shifting.
"Hey there buddy," John called, Heero seemed to ignore him. Rodney watched the way the bottom half of the boy legs move. John walked over to the Gundam and knocked a few times, Heero stopped and pulled out of the opening and took out the headphones. "Hey there buddy."
"We thought to ask you if you wanted to have lunch with us," Teyla said showing him the basket.
"What are you listening to?" John asked.
Heero looked down to the small music recorder and shrugged. He really didn't know. "It was Duo's," he replied.
"Heard anything else from him?" Rodney asked. John and Teyla both looked at him as if he had grown a second head. Heero didn't reply.
"Weir told us that you wouldn't be able to join us for a couple of missions," John started.
"Actually Colonel Sheppard, she said we all weren't going on any missions," Teyla stated for him.
"Yeah I was getting to that part," he said and looked at her; she gave him a slight smile and turned her head to the side. "I was thinking when your shoulder his healed," he started, "that we could spar."
Heero seemed to think about this, "I have been shot before, this injury is miner."
"Oh please, it's a bullet wound, even I know how painful those are," Rodney said.
"You don't have the training I do," Heero countered.
"Yeah, okay," Rodney said again, as the Gundam beeped, Rodney had heard that noise before. Heero raced up into the cockpit. The other's slowly followed. When they got there they saw static for a moment then a boy, about Heero's age come on the screen.
"Hey buddy, its Duo," Heero sat in the seat looking ahead. "Ah, Kat's getting real worried bout ya, I know these messages are gettin through. But yeah, wanting to see ya again. War's goin real shity. Ah, havin to hang low awhile, Tro went missin, and Kat's nearly having a heart attack… just, come back soon." There was some hurt and fear in his voice. "Duo out."
Heero sat with his hands gripping the controls of the Gundum hard, his knuckles were turning white. His head was bowed, and his body was shaking. He couldn't do anything for the war at his own home, and he was looking like he ran away. Duo hadn't sent him any information or told him where he was, which meant that the others thought he may have joined OZ. He gripped the controls tighter for a moment. He couldn't do anything just stilling there. They were worried about him, they had a right to be, if any of the other pilots left and was in his shoes, he would think the same thing. The boy stood up.
"Is it fixable?" Rodney asked. Heero thought about it for a moment and shook his head with a shrug. He had never felt so helpless, so powerless since his training.
He then decided that he would work more on going home from here on. In the past few months, he had been working towards their goal, it was time he started working for his own. The first thing on that list was fixing his communication system.