Rehab
Title: Rehab
Pairings: 1X2, 3X4, 5X (secret), 1+OC...
Warnings: SEX! (Lol), Angst, Violence, Foul Language and so on!
Summary: To pent his frustration throughout the war Duo turns to Heero for no-strings attached sex not knowing the silent solider would start to develop feelings for him. Now the wars over and Duo has turned to Hilde to start a new life leaving Heero stranded and unknowing how to deal with the emotion called 'Love'.
Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing it would be never ending!
Author's note: I thought of this idea while listening to Rihanna's song 'Rehab' and it all just came pouring out. It's going to be a multi part fic; some chaps will have some of the lyrics to the song at the start while others won't
Chapter 8
It takes me 2 days to finish reading 'Wings'. I remember now how inspirational it had been and how I'd felt after Trowa had read it to me for the first time. Trowa had once said it helped him through his darker days with the Mercenary group when all he had to hold onto was hope of better things to come. He once said 'Never give up searching for your light at the end of the tunnel' – I suppose Quatre was his, I thought at one point Duo was mine.
Trowa kept the book on him at all times, he swore by its hopes, its passion to keep on driving forward. Now I envy his life, his happiness.
The writer of the book was a solider during the real Heero Yuy life time. It follows his thoughts and feelings as he tries to battle for what it right – peace, harmony, forgiveness.
He died in battle just after his 23rd birthday.
His friend published the book.
I set 'Wings' on my night stand before deciding to perform some strengthening exercises for my leg. My muscles no longer feel like tight bands refusing to stretch but more elasticated and free.
A few minutes later there's a soft knock on my door and I instantly know it's not Jason. His has a certain ring to it as he knocks out the current tune he's got stuck in his head. This time however it's three carefully placed knocks in the centre of the door and it causes me to frown.
I rise from the floor and almost tip toe over to the door. I can feel my stomach flutter as I begin to wonder who it could be. I haven't had much interaction with anyone on this ship apart from Jason. Most have been too afraid to approach or scowl at me with the look of most utter hate.
I slide open the door and instantly I feel the well known gaze of the Captain on me. His green eyes look angered but controlled. He's wearing a tight dark blue t-shirt and cargo pants. His thick, dark hair is swooped low nearly covering his piercing green eyes. My eyes trail his tattoos.
"Good morning Heero," he says his voice as smooth as silk. "Can I come in?"
I feel my eyes narrow slightly however I move to the side for him to slide past. He wonders into the middle of the room looking at everything and anything as if searching for something which I've been hiding from him.
Finally he turns to me, "Have a nice trip down to the hanger the other day?"
The tone in his voice is dangerous and instantly I know I'm in trouble. I glare at him before I shrug my shoulders, "Jason needed some help."
"Jason's in the sin bin for the rest of the week," the Captain answers curtly. Even though he says I'm not their prisoner doesn't mean he can't treat me like one. "Have you ever heard of the saying don't shit where you eat?" His eyes narrow "I told you that you were not allowed near the hangers until I said so."
"Hiding something Captain?" I ask almost in a sneer. His green eyes spark with anger. "Did I nearly see something I wasn't supposed to?"
He growls low in his throat like a lion, "The existence of anything on this ship is for the good of the people aboard it."
"I'd like to remind you of sector 1458 of United Earth and Colony Peace policies."
"Hate to break it to you Yuy," he snaps taking a bold step forward. My mind instantly notes how there is a slight clink as his boot hits the floor. He must have a knife tucked in there. "But your people have made it perfectly clear that we're not exactly part of that union."
"And from you, I can see perfectly clear why." I spit in anger. His eyes darken and narrow.
"You don't know what its like," he snarls moving towards me. I can feel the muscles in my back begin to tense. "To be stuck in space – the first few weeks it almost felt like we were on vacation," he says as he strolls carefully around me. I can feel his hot tempered body heat radiating onto mine burning my skin to cinders.
"But soon you begin to realise that you will never be able to breathe fresh air again, that you will never see the place you called home. Some of us went a bit crazy." He stops close enough to send off alarm bells in my head. He whispers close to my ear, his breath tickling across my neck. "You're lucky it was us who picked you up in space."
I clench my hands and whisper through my teeth, "You know I never wanted to be saved."
He's silent for a moment his piercing green eyes drinking me in as if I'm some complicated puzzle he's trying to work out.
"Who are you?" he asks rounding to face me again. I remain silent. I can begin to feel myself getting agitated by his stare. All I want to do is run away from it, for him to never look at me as if he can see straight through me. "I'm getting pretty sick of the whole Heero Yuy charade."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say
"You call yourself after an assassinated Colony leader – why would you do that?" He frowns and I say nothing. "What would make a man drive out into the middle of space and want to kill himself?"
I swallow a lump in my throat.
"I've had my men look into you – to try and find one shred of information about you. All they found was this one picture," he digs into his pocket and pulls out a picture of me and Relena. It's from just after the second war. I'm being carried on a stretcher into the hospital and Relena is at my side. She has her petite hands clasped around mine, a look of worry on her face.
Then my stomach lurches and I almost drop the picture to the floor. Amongst the reporters and civilians I can just make out a familiar figure wearing a long dark coat. A long, thick braid pulled over one shoulder and a cap pulled low across its shadowed face.
Duo?
He was there?
He came to the hospital?
I was only there for a couple of hours. We had to travel at night to Relena's palace to avoid the publicity. Then Boxing Day he was gone. Like a tumbling wave the well known feelings of regret, loneliness and sorrow swallow me up.
I suddenly become breathless and cold. I crumple to the floor as if I've turned to dust.
Why would he come to the hospital and then leave without saying goodbye?
I clench my teeth in anger.
"Heero?" I hear Grey's voice as a distant muffle. "Calm down."
I feel him place a hand on my shoulder and it burns through my t-shirt like hot fire. I instantly jump and the next thing I know I have the Captain pinned to the wall. I have his arms twisted above his head in a very painful direction. If I pushed just a little further I would break his arms in 7 places.
A second later he jabs his knee into my wounded leg. I stumble backwards and fall over the chair while knocking my lamp off my bedside table. It smashes to the floor sending sparkling shards of porcelain everywhere. I land with a thump and a groan.
"Let's make one thing clear," Grey says as he rubs at his sore arms. "I may have said that we always release our guests without harm, but if you ever try and pull a stunt like that again I will kill you."
I glare at him with a passion that I'd never felt before as he wonders over and holds out a hand to help me up. Instead I ignore it and pull myself up with a little pain.
"Captain if anything like that happens again let me assure you it won't be you killing me." I snarl.
He chuckles amusingly in response, "Even after I saved your life? Man you're harsh."
The glare I shoot him could melt iron.
"I gotta admit you're fast," he says looking impressed as I hobble over to my bed. "And stronger than I thought you'd be."
"You're not as alert as I thought you'd be," he smirks at my comment.
"How's the leg?"
"Sore," I mumble. I'm not going to lie, the bastard knew exactly the right place to hit it and with what force so not to damage it to the extent it was in a couple of weeks ago.
"I guess – that wasn't a good time for you," he says as he bends to pick up the picture. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"
I sit for a moment debating if I should say anything he is after all a criminal. However it doesn't take me long sigh in defeat, "I was in a bad shape after the Mariemaia incident."
"You were a solider?"
"Wasn't everybody?" I answer. "The wars forced everyone to fight for their lives not just their beliefs."
Grey nods his head in agreement. He pulls up the chair I'd fallen over and sets it back against the desk. I pull my leg up on the bed and inspect the damage. At least he'd been kind enough not to hit me right where he shot me.
"When we first found out we were damned on this ship it felt like everything we fort for was a waste," he spoke. "We lost our homes, our lives – family. There are people I love who I will never see again."
"I'm sorry."
"You can understand why some of us feel the way we do."
I feel his gaze and look up. Under his dark lashes the green is a brilliant halo around his pupils.
"Heero – the people on this ship are my family. We all look out for each other – I can't put them in a position where they could get hurt. That's why I need you to respect my rules and regulations."
I feel a frown grace my face, "You would do anything for them, wouldn't you."
"I would die for the people on this ship."
"There's no room for emotions on the battle field."
"There's always room for passion and determination on the battlefield," he says looking almost shocked at my words. "How could you not fight with any emotion? How can you kill someone without caring?"
I feel like I've just been stung. I drop my head in shame. I killed with no feeling, wanting to feel no regret or remorse. But all the years I've been fighting it, when it's all over that's all you can feel and it eats you alive until there's nothing left.
"Heero?"
"You know when you said I was lucky you found me," I ask instead trying to pull the attention away from my fucked up life. "What did you mean?"
Grey looks uncomfortable for a second before taking a seat on the desk.
"Like I said before some of us went a little crazy after spending the first few months in space," he says. "The colony kind of split into two halves – you have us, and then you have the others."
"The others are lead by a man named Alistair Flint – they are the people who give us a bad name. They steal and hijack other ships. They don't deserve to have access onto Earth and the colonies. It's just that the union can't exactly grant us access without them."
"How come you didn't turn crazy?"
He sighs before rubbing a tired hand across his face.
"The difference between us and them is that we have faith. Someday, even if it's not in this century our people will set foot on the Colonies and Earth again."
"You really believe that?"
"I do," he says, "They gave up on that dream months back – and for some of them there's no turning back." He sighs and rises from his perch while beginning to put the picture back in his pocket.
I feel my heartbeat raise, "Wait-"
He raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"Can I keep it?"
"Sure – just make sure you don't have a fit every time you look at it. I haven't got the time to stand and watch you're every move," he answers handing the picture over. I gratefully take it and place it on my night stand next to 'Wings'.
"I appreciate it." He offers me a curt nod before making his way towards the door.
"Jason won't be able to show you around the ship for the next couple of days," he explains. "So I've taken it into my liberty to be your chaperon." I almost groan at the idea. I don't think I can stand being around him for the whole day, I can feel the tension ripping through my muscles.
"My legs feeling a bit weak today," I answer
He grins mockingly before continuing, "Maybe tomorrow then."
"Maybe," I murmur hating the thought of it.
"I'll be at your door by 8, be ready we've got a lot of work to do."
"Work?"
"It's a well known fact that if anybody on this ship breaks a rule they have to pay for it," Grey explains. "And I'm making no exceptions for you. Jason's currently working in the kitchens. To him it's the worst place he could possibly be at the moment surrounded by food that he can't eat."
"Where are we going?"
"I don't want to spoil the surprise," he smiles secretly. "Oh and there should be a dust pan and brush under the bathroom sink. We don't want you hurting those feet of yours before tomorrow." He leaves the room pulling the door closed behind him.
I'm left in a deafening silence with the sound of my blood thumping through my veins. I soon find myself picking up the fuzzy old photograph and my eyes landing on Duo's shaded face. The only picture I have of him.
"What are you doing Duo?" I whisper as I run a finger over his blurry face. Why would he bother to see if I was alright? He's never bothered before. I didn't think he even cared.
I swallow a lump in my throat.
If he did, when did he stop?
TBC...