Rehab

Title: Rehab

Pairings: 1X2, 3X4, 5X (secret), 1+OC...

Warnings: SEX! (Lol), Angst, Violence, Foul Language and so on!

Summary: To vent 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 just wanted to remind everyone no matter what happens this is a 1X2 fic and always will be Glad everyone is enjoying! I love hearing your views and I'm so happy everyone is liking my own characters! I was so worried no one would like them. The other pilots and everyone else will be back in the story soon just hold on tight and enjoy Heero's journey to recovery!

Chapter 11

Heero POV

The RedStar when you're drunk and tired seems like a maze. I feel as if I've been wondering around the ship for hours now since that arsehole left me in the middle of nowhere. I think Grey was taking me a different way home hence why I'm unable to recognise anywhere I am. I'm usually quite good at remembering things like that.

Damn him for abandoning me, but then again I'm quite glad he did. I was ready to knock him to the ground. He never denied being involved with Operation Meteor which confirms my suspicions. He was probably one of the leaders for all I know. I just don't understand how someone can live with themselves after arranging to murder billions of people. He must be mentally insane.

The thought of it makes me realise how lucky myself and the other Gundam Pilots were for foiling their plan before it could be completed. If he ever found out I was a Gundam pilot now I don't think I would make it off this ship.

I end up going down a few flights of stairs not really caring where I'm stumbling to now. I'd given up a long time ago in finding my cell even if all my body wants to do is collapse.

Grey said he didn't want me wondering around on my own, well this time it's his fault. I chuckle drunkenly at the irony. Stupid green eyed bastard.

As I wonder down the stairs I am reminded of the time I tried to escape and suddenly I have a great idea. Why not just take Relena's ship now and get out of here? Quietly I can hear my sober self talking: 'you'd be an idiot to try and drive out of here in the state you're in!' I ignore it; of course I will be able to! I was Gundam Pilot 01! I can fly annnnnnnyyything!

If I'm correct by following the stairs all the way down it should lead me to the ship hanger. I am as always correct unlike Grey. As I walk into the large open plan room full of various different types of aircrafts I can't see Relena's anywhere. I curse as I crouch behind a large pod trying to figure out my next move. Relena's shuttle must be here somewhere in here.

Across the room is a large gathering where the crew members had set up a poker tournament. They're all dressed in uniform which gives me the impression they're the guards of the ship hanger. Their job is to stop anyone from just taking a ship and leaving.

Just like I'm going to do. This is going to be fun.

I hear myself cackling away again. My sober subconscious pinches me. You need to sober up Yuy! Any bad move now and you're definitely in the dog house!

Keeping an eye on them I move slowly deeper into the room. I'm amazing at all the different types of ships the pirates had acquired since the end of the war. However deep down I know they'd probably hijacked them and murdered some people in the process.

To the far side of the room I suddenly notice Relena's shuttle and curse as I see that it is raised on a ramp and half of the engine has been ripped out. Jason did say he was working on it, I guess since he's been completing his punishment for the last few days he hasn't been able get down here.

I feel my teeth grit in frustration as I slump to the floor behind a pile of scrap metal. What am I going to do now? My shuttle is in no condition to fly. I need to get off this ship!

Maybe I could steal one of theirs? They've stolen plenty of other peoples – let's just say its karma.

I get up onto my knees and search the room for potential. However my search is drawn short as I notice some guards walking my way too involved in conversation to notice me.

I quickly jump to my feet; keeping low I dash towards a door close by which luckily had been left slightly open. I gently close it behind me and hear it lock into place. I curse as I try the door handle and find myself locked in. To the right of me is a card scanner. Fuck.

I sit quietly and listen out for the crew members to pass. Maybe I will be able to disarm the scanner once they're out of range. Unfortunately for me they stop outside and that's when I realise I'm definitely in a room I'm not supposed to be in. I can hear them talking.

"What do you mean you can't find it?!" one of the guards cries in disbelief.

"I mean I've lost my key card –" the other replies hotly "Captain Grey is going to be furious."

"Where was the last time you saw it?"

"It must be in the toilets or maybe the canteen."

"Ok, well we'll split up. If Grey finds out it'll be both of our necks on the line!"

I can feel my heartbeat thumping against my chest as I turn my attention to what's in the room. I frown as I find I'm staring at a weird looking machine to which I have no idea what it does. I've never seen anything like it. It's huge and stands much taller than myself. I run my hands over the cool metal and instantly I can sense the power it holds even when it's unknown to me what it does. What the hell is it doing on this ship?

Out the corner of my eye I notice the guard's key card lying on the floor. Looks like he must have dropped it on his way out. I rush to pick it up and I'm out of the room as soon as I have come. As I exit I find some guards playing football near to Relena's ship and then two other guards wondering obliviously my way. Obviously none of these people are used to having people snooping around.

I'm forced into a stair well where I run up a couple of flights for safety. Unfortunately on the way I bump into a member of the crew who instantly recognises me. Luckily he believes I've gotten lost and escorts me back to my room.

xXx

Damn my drinking.

I wake up the next morning with a damned hangover. Now I remember why I usually picked up where I left off the night before back in the hell hole on Earth. 'Hair of the Dog' that's what the barman used to say until he realised my drinking was much more of a problem than he first perceived.

My head feels as if it wants to split into two as I groggily get ready for work. At one point I even begin to put my trousers on before my boxers. This is not going to be a good day. I can feel my body craving for more alcohol to be poured into my system. Maybe I wasn't ready to have a drink.

My anger after arguing with Grey is still simmering even after trying to work it off through vigorously exercising my leg whilst my thoughts are shrouded by the discovery I made last night. Someway, somehow I have to find out what the machine does and what it is doing on this ship. Maybe I'm just reading too much into it. Maybe the machine was used to help build the colony or this ship. But why would it be guarded?

I'm dreading another argument with Grey as I wait for him to escort me to the vegetable fields. However it isn't him who's at my door by 8:00am, instead waiting for me is a small, frumpy man going by the name of Harold.

My relief is blissful.

The next day is the same and by the end of my punishment I still haven't seen Grey and by the sounds of it nor has Robyn. His blatant ignorance towards me has turned my simmering anger into a dangerous irritation. A kind of mood I remember Wu Fei being in a lot during the war. All he needed was one little push and he'd snap – at this point he was always a danger to be around even for a Gundam Pilot.

"He's been avoiding everyone since dinner," I hear Robyn say quietly to Vicky and then turn to me saying a little louder, "was Landon acting differently when he dropped you off Heero?"

I shake my head but continue to busily stab at the muddy soil for potatoes. It's not like he even dropped me off! I was left staggering around the ship like drunkard until I was found by one of the crew.

"Perhaps your mothers questions tipped him over," Vicky comments quietly. "You know he's not too into talking about his personal life."

"Damn I should have known," Robyn sits back on her heels and wipes the sweat from her brow. "I still can't believe she asked him about his love life!"

"Don't worry Rob he just needs some space to calm down." I cringe at Vicky's comment and almost feel guilty that I've caused her paranoia. I hear Robyn sigh as she goes back to her work.

I knew Grey was pissed before I challenged him the other night, but why would such a question cause him to turn into a much bigger arsehole than he usually is? Why do I even care?

I rise from my spot in the mud to fill up my water bottle intending to forget about Grey. Hopefully I will be leaving this hell hole in the next couple of weeks.

Unfortunately there's a small queue at the water pump near the canteen. I have no desire to hang uncomfortably around the criminals on this ship – even if some of them appear to be decent people. I finally get to the front of the queue and fill my bottle to the brim.

"Hey outsider!" I hear a growling male voice call from behind. I turn slowly to find 3 young men behind me. The one who I think had spoken has a black eye and a large scratch going down the side of his pale neck. His dark brown hair is sticking to his forehead and his face is all red and sweaty from digging. The 2 other guys look almost identical with short military style blond hair and light brown eyes.

Instantly I know from the expressions on their face that they are trouble makers and I happen to be in the firing line.

"Missing the colonies and Earth yet?" black eye speaks again. Obviously he's the group leader and the others are the muscle since they are quite well built and around 6ft 3inches tall.

I raise an eyebrow before shaking my head. I'm definitely in no mood to be taunted. The best thing I can do for them is to get out of this situation as quick as possible. My intension was to walk past the 3 arseholes that were planning to ruin my day however they had other plans.

"You may think that we're all welcome to have you on this ship but we're not," one of the twins sneers and I can see anger swimming in his eyes. I notice a couple of people around us have stopped working and are watching carefully. None of them speak up confirming my suspicions and their statement of unwelcomness.

During the war I used to be good at diffusing situations likes these – mostly by ignoring the person. This was back when I needed to keep my cover and not draw attention to myself. Duo had always done the opposite saying the offender had to suffer the consequences. That was probably one of the main reasons why he got caught so much and I ended up having to save his ass.

But I suppose one day I was bound to take a leaf out of his book. It's just that today, in the irritated state I'm in, is definitely the wrong time to be taking advice from Duo.

As if on autopilot my body turns forcefully towards them. I can't seem to control myself as I take a bold step forward taunting them to continue.

I scowl, "You can thank your precious Captain for that."

"If I was Captain," black eye says matching up to me by also stepping forward. I notice the way his right leg bows slightly inward indicating a probable old injury. "You would have never have made it onto this ship."

"That would have been the best option for me."

"Well maybe we can make up for it now," he says. "How about we throw you out and let Space have you?"

"I'd like to see you try." My eyes narrow into thin slits. I snarl with manias, "I'd break your body into two."

The guy raises his eyebrow in a mock surprise.

"A weed like you? I'd like to see you try." He replies before launching at me.

In that instance everything suddenly beings to flow in slow motion as I'm overcome with energy I haven't felt for a while – not since the war. Not since J began to condition me into his Perfect Solider.

/

"You don't beg!" I hear J yell distantly but all I can feel is pain searing through my body like hot lava. I'm not even aware I've spoken. I feel him roughly take hold of my chin and yank my head up. I can feel warm blood dribbling down my chin whilst all I can smell is the dampness of the cell he'd shoved me into.

"You can't give in boy you must keep fighting!" he says and I feel someone pull me up from where I've collapsed.

I wobble on the spot as I try to keep my balance and focus onto the mission at hand. J had put me in a cell with 3 of L1's toughest cage fighters and he wanted me to knock each one unconscious. This is what he called training.

My face has been bashed in so badly I can only just about see the moving targets through my swollen eyes. My knuckles are stinging from where they have split whilst my ribs are aching from where they have been battered. But all that doesn't seem to matter because all I can focus on is J's words. I must complete this mission. I must keep fighting.

I feel a surge of adrenaline run through me and my body moves on autopilot. All I am aware of is my steady breathing. Everything seems to be moving around me so slowly. Then I black out.

/

I feel all my senses flare up. I can feel everything, sense everything, and see everything. My heart beat is like thunderous drums in my ears as my adrenaline surges through my veins. For a second I almost feel sorry for what they are about to endure.

I twirl out the way just in time as Black Eye reaches me and grab his arm into a lock behind his back. Twisting my leg around his I smirk as my prediction of his injury is true. His leg crumbles and I force him to fall forwards causing him bash his head on the water fountain. He yells out in pain as he falls to the floor cradling his new broken, bloody nose. I grin in victory until I notice the other two charging my way. Bending down I flip one of them over my shoulder and he lands squarely on top of black eye with a yelp. The other I am caught in a fist fight with until I do a round house kick and knock him squarely in the temple. He stumbles to the floor.

I sense the other two behind me are on their feet again. I twirl round to face them. Black eye doesn't look at all fazed by the amount of blood which is pouring from his nose. They both launch at me this time, one grabbing my arms and Black Eye punching me square in the gut. I nearly double over in pain. He can sure punch hard, but not as hard as Duo.

I can see him go for me again however I twist out the other guys grasp and knock a punch right on Black Eye's chin. He stumbles backwards looking dazed while the other guy jumps in for more action. He knocks a punch right into my cheek and I can taste blood in my mouth. However for some reason I don't feel the pain which should come along with it. All I can feel is my anger.

I grit my teeth in fury as he hits me again, and for some strange reason, for a second I feel scared, and then the feelings gone replaced with the well-known feeling which I felt when piloting my Gundam.

The rage, the anger, the possessiveness of the Zero system.

I gore the guy to the floor and I hear his head smack onto ground as I do so. I can feel him pulling at my hair, which just makes me even angrier. Now I'm punching him in a mad frenzy, yelling in the process. It isn't until I hear someone shout my name and someone pulling at my shoulders that I realize that the guy beneath me is a blooded mess. Not dead. But nearly.

I'm dragged off towards the canteen. It's not until I'm separated from the battle scene outside that I realize who's pulled me away from it.

Colin and Elliot push me roughly into a seat.

"What the hell happened?" Colin demands his dark chocolate brown eyes glare daggers down at me

"What do you think? I was being attacked," I spit in anger. The adrenaline running through my body is too much that I find I can't sit still. I get up instantly and begin to pace the canteen like a lion, backwards and forwards until I feel my leg begin to tinge. I need to get off this damned ship before I go crazy!

"Jerry's known to cause trouble," Elliot speaks calmly compared to his boyfriend. "It was only a matter of time before he said something – Grey's a fool for bringing you down here."

I snort at the comment. Grey was a fool for bringing me onto this ship.

"Couldn't you have peacefully talked your way out of it?" Colin asks me and I almost shake my head in disbelief.

"Those guys came looking for a fight," I snap. It's not my fault they decided to pick on a Gundam Pilot. I can feel blood trickling down my chin.

"Colin – Heero did what he had to do to protect himself."

"It's just – you know what Jerry and his goons are like. They're bullies and will always be on his case until he leaves this ship!"

"Well if that's the case I feel for them – Yuy just took out all three of them with ease." I see a smug grin appear on Elliot's tanned face and for the first time in a while feel good about myself. "They had it coming anyway the bastards."

"You know that'll just egg them into wanting to try again!" Colin yells before collapsing into one of the many mental framed canteen chairs. Dropping his head into his hands he moans, "Oh god this is going to be hell!"

"I can look after myself," I state matter of fact. I'm a Gundam Pilot for Christ sake!

"And Grey hates conflict – there's a reason why the colony split into two when we had to flee X18999," Colin moans. Grey hates conflict? I've been given the impression that he likes to get under peoples skin. "He's gonna be so pissed."

"Fuck Grey," I snarl feeling my anger reaching its peak.

"Heero just chill out let me get you some ice for your chin." Elliot rushes off towards the back where I can hear some of the kitchen staff fumbling around.

There's a knock at the canteen door and I feel my teeth grit together praying to god that it's not Grey. Instead Chloe's head pops through the gap. Worry is itched into her pale face and gets even worse as her eyes catch onto me.

"Heero!" she calls rushing into the room. "What the hell have you been doing?!"

"I was attacked," I state as she pushes me down into an empty chair fussing like a mother hen.

"From the carnage outside I take it you kicked their ass. Is your leg ok?" she asks whilst reaching for it. I flinch at her touch. "I rushed down here as soon as I heard. Damn Jerry is always causing trouble on this ship."

"Grey should throw them out for the others to get hold of them," Elliot says as he reappears with a bucket of ice and a towel. He sets them down on the table next to Chloe and she instantly gets busily making up a makeshift ice pack for my face.

"You know you wouldn't wish that upon anyone," Chloe says with all seriousness which intrigues me to know more about the "Others".

"How come?" I ask

"Alistair Flint is not a nice person to be around," Chloe says, I can tell by the look on her face that she is reluctant to talk about them. "He's got issues."

Colin snorts loudly adding, "issues? He's got more than issues – that man is full on Texas Chainsaw Massacre crazy!"

"If you were ever to see a good fight you should have seen the fight between him and Landon," Elliot says. There's a chilling look in his eyes as he thinks back. "We were all struggling over the control of the RedStar. Landon and he just went at each other relentlessly. It was a fucking blood bath."

"It was like two lions fighting to the death. Landon managed to nearly slice his face into two!" Colin adds

My eyes widen as I listen to the story, "into two?" I murmur not sure if I heard correctly.

"Right across the face," he mimics the line of the cut by starting at the top right hand side of his face and drawing a perfect swipe across through his right eye, down to the corner of his mouth and ending just under the left hand side of his chin. Just the thought of it makes me shiver – the pain he must have felt afterwards.

"After the others were kicked off the ship Landon swore that if any of us where to retaliate against him he would have no mercy," Elliot informs. "I think Jerry's on his last warning."

"After some of us seeing and the others hearing about what he did to Alistair it kind of scared us into co-operating," Collin said before adding, "but the other ship is now so full of crazies now I think we made the right choice."

"I'm surprised, I never thought Captain Grey would be so brutal," I murmur

"Especially considering the circumstances that him and Alistair were - "

"Alright that's enough gossiping for today boys! You know we're not allowed to talk about what happened," Chloe butts in before Colin has chance to finish his sentence. This has to be the first time in my life I've actually been accused of participating in "gossiping".

There's another knock at the door and this time it's the last person in the whole galaxy I want to see. Grey silently enters and stands strongly holding the door open with his left hand.

"I'd like to speak to Heero alone if you wouldn't mind,"

"Of course Sir," all three crew members rush out of the canteen instantly without hesitation. I see Chloe pat him on the shoulder as she passes. He lets go of the swinging door letting it slide back into place leaving the two of us alone.

I chew on my lower lip and turn my attention away from the catalyst for the real reason I'm so angry at the moment.

I hear him making his way silently towards me and a second later I find him sitting in the seat which Chloe had occupied a few seconds earlier. He sits staring straight at me with a frown slightly creasing his forehead. A number of images fly through my mind of him angrily fighting with a faceless Alistair Flint.

"I'm sorry," his deep voice cuts through the thick silence. I snort at his apology as I cradle the ice pack to my bruising face. "You got caught in the crossfire of something which isn't your fault. Jerry has been trying to raise a reaction out of me for the past 6 months."

"I'm fine,"

"You're wounded and I promised –"

"That I would not get harmed during my stay," I conclude for him. "It's a bit late for that."

He snarls and jumps angrily out of his seat. The screech of the metal canteen chair on the stone floor goes straight through me.

"We are not all animals like you seem to think we are," he snaps. "We believe in Peace. We want Peace."

"That's not what I've heard," I snarl in response. "Splitting a person's face into two sounds very humane"

I see his eyes widen and a storm of emotion brew wildly within them, "if you want to see me angry Yuy let me just tell you you're pushing all the right buttons."

I rise from my seat and step towards him and once again I am reminded of the other night. I can hear his erratic breathing and smell the last lingering scent of the aftershave he'd basked himself in this morning. I muster all the hatred towards the man I can gather as I growl, "you don't scare me."

He mockingly laughs and I am drawn to the way his pink, slightly chapped lips quiver as he does.

"That's because you don't know me," he states lowly

I raise my gaze to meet his and say my voice void of emotion, "and you don't know me."

He slaunters towards me, saying whilst his body moves like a prowling lion "I've lived with crazy, I've slept with crazy –" his words roll slickly off his tongue. Once again I'm found I'm drawn to the way his mouth is formed. I feel my heart pick up a beat. "The one thing which doesn't strike me about you is that you're relentlessly out of control."

"I was," I murmur remembering the video which was broadcasted in this very room a few days ago. "I could have killed that guy."

"Good it would have saved me the hassle,"

I scowl bringing my attention back up to his hard green eyes, "I heard about your lack of clemency towards offenders of violence on this ship."

"I do not tolerate any sort of violence. The members should be dealt with accordingly even if that means exile or if they had converted to oppose us - death."

"And those are the words of a pacifist?" I snap noticing once again how close we have become. I can feel a thick electrical charge igniting between us so powerful that one wrong move would set it off. I snarl towards him, "If you ever believed I would go back to Earth and praise your colony now you will now sorely be mistaken. You'd be the last person in the universe I would ever want to be allowed back onto civilisation. You all helped in organising Operation Meteor and have no regrets! You have no compassion for Human life!"

He leans towards me and for a moment I feel my heart stop as I watch his lips come nearer and nearer before they skim past my cheek. He speaks lowly in my ear and I stop breathing, "Forgive me for caring for the welfare of my crew. Maybe one day you'll meet Alistair Flint and you will understand why it haunts me to this day that I missed slitting his neck."

He turns and storms out of the room leaving me once again alone and my body feeling physically shaken. I jump at the sound of someone speaking from behind me.

"Nobody left on this ship were ever involved with Operation Meteor." I twirl round to find Jason standing by the kitchens looking very angry. He must have heard the news of the fight. And what does he mean nobody on this ship was ever involved with Operation Meteor?

TBC…

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