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 Notes: Hey guys just wanted to give the heads up that this chapter spans over the time of 2 – 3 weeks enjoy!
Hello all my lovely readers! I know what you're thinking – you took your blood time to update! Well I do have my reasons, that being I had to go through the horrible pain Heero has been going through in this story (I found out my partner of 8 years was cheating on me ). So it was pretty hard to gain the motivation to write but hopefully I'm back now so I hope you enjoy! Remember to Review! I'm so glad you are all liking my original characters!
Chapter 13
Grey wasn't joking when he said he wanted to show me how great the people of his colony were. He only gave me 2 days of rest and catching up with Jason before he knocked promptly on my door at 9am – later than his usual time. Jason had informed me yesterday that he had to get back to working on Relena's shuttle. Surprisingly I felt a little sorrow however his excitement made it bearable. By the sounds of it we're growing closer and closer to civilisation where I'll finally be able to leave and get back to my own life. The thought leaves a strange sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Grey has different ideas compared to Jason on what he thinks I should be seeing during my last few weeks. He told me with pride that everyone contributes to the running of the RedStar and a lot happens behind the scenes that I have yet to see.
First he takes me down to a small cotton mill which resides close to the shopping mall. I'd often wondered how they'd made all the beautifully handmade clothes to go in the shops. He weaves us through some old looking machines as the crew work hard making sure that everything is running smoothly. He introduces me to a number of the workers though all seem too fascinated by his presence to pay much attention to me for which I'm glad.
They all radiate complete respect towards their leader which makes me wonder how I could have ever thought he was a murderer. At some point he even has one of the crew teaching me how to do their job and what it involves. He doesn't say much as I begin to make an idiot out of myself but he watches with a hint of amusement in his worn green eyes. It reminds me of the look he had in his eyes the first day he took me to the fields.
A day later he has me surprisingly down near the hangers and in a huge open plan room. He told me how it was the ships new extension. Due to not knowing how long they would be stuck in space he informed me due to the growing population they had to start catering for more space. I'm dumbfounded as he explains the ins and outs of how they can even build on a moving ship and how they only use abandoned shuttle parts to help them expand.
He introduces me to the designers and some of the builders and I'm fascinated with all the intricate details of their plans. They're all so very educated in their subjects that I'm stunned that civilisation is missing out on having these people contribute to society.
I've actually come to find that since being told the truth by Jason my tolerability towards the people on this ship has risen. They're not criminals or insane like I first thought on the contrary they are polite and always seem to want me to be at ease.
My constant feeling of unwelcomness has seemed to disappear after a week of visiting so many different places and meeting so many different people that I begin to wonder if they were down to my own insecurities. I've never felt welcome anywhere though that could be down of my lack of social skills. J never really saw the need to teach me how to interact with others. I was his killing machine. Sometimes I think I was only so close to the others because we were all thrown into such an unusual situation where all we had was each other.
Knowing the truth has also allowed me to open my eyes and see Grey in a different light. By the 8th day of being in his constant company I find I'm actually enjoying it for once. He's seems to have transformed from the frustrating Captain I've been interacting with for most of my stay into someone I see as endurable. I've always been able to sense his intense gaze on me, however now I seem to know when he's around. It's like my body has tuned itself into knowing what he's doing. It's probably because I know now he's the most dangerous man on the ship.
I've also noticed the amount of time and effort he puts in to getting to know his people. I asked him once why he tries so hard. He spoke about how strong social connections were the most important thing to keeping a community going. He said that within the doom and gloom it's very easy for one to lose hope and sight of what's important.
He told me a story of a man similar to Jerry who'd lost hope during the early days. He wasn't part of Dekim's plot to take over the world but the thought of never setting foot on earth again made him crack. He turned psychotic and killed over 10 people. Grey vowed that a situation like that would never happen again. I've begun to think that Colin's belief that the people are too scared of Grey to protest against him maybe incorrect. They just have no reason to.
Finally on the 10th day he leads me into a room which instantly sets my heart racing and a smile hint at the corners of my mouth.
"This is where we teach people how to fly" he says placing his hand on top of one of the many bucket seats within the large training room. I feel my hands begin to shake at the possibility of having a go at one of the simulations. My favourite lesson with J was learning how to fly. It was the one time I felt free.
I notice a short, stocky girl, who looks like she spends half her day in the gym, walking in our general direction.
Grey announces as she grows nearer, "This is Jane she will be taking over from here. She's our head flying instructor."
"Hey Landon – welcome Heero." Jane grins as she comes to stand in front of us. I nod a hello. Jane is not your typically girly girl. She's dressed in men's slacks which look a little to long for her and a tank top. Her blond hair is cut short and she bares no makeup at all. She has quite toned arms and looks like she'd easily be able to protect herself in a fight against both men and women.
"The way I see it," she says "learning to fly should be basic knowledge to us given our current situation. My dream is to someday have everyone on this ship trained to fly a pod."
"You've got your work cut out if you want to train everyone," I murmur. There are over a million people on this ship.
"Well I'm certainly wanna try," she says determined "You wanna have a go?"
"There's no way you can blow up these engines," I hear Grey snigger as he wonders off into the room to help some of the younger students.
I glare daggers at his back before sitting in one of the bucket seats in front of a large control unit. My mind takes in every button and notes down each of their positions. They're exactly the same as the OZ shuttles we used to steal.
"Be careful," Jane says as she straps me in. "These can make some people feel sick the first time. The seat and control unit move exactly as if you're in the real thing." I nod just so she knows I'm listening however I can feel a little burst of adrenaline and excitement run through my veins. I relish in it. My hands start to twitch.
"I'll set you up and then I'll jump on the one next to you. I'll link them up and we can have a little race if you like." I feel the corners of my mouth hitch up. A race? How can I resist?
"Sure."
"You'd better watch out Jane's quite competitive," I hear Grey call from somewhere.
"I'm not competitive I just like to always win," Jane calls in response and instantly I know I'm up against a worthy opponent.
I watch patiently as she straps herself securely into her bucket seat. She sets up the parameters on her screen and interlinks our programs together.
I turn my attention back to my screen. It shows a very realistic view of what it would be like sat in the cockpit of any normal shuttle. All I can see is space with a few stars in the distance. By the looks of it colony L1 is just off to my right. I flip the throttle gently hearing the fake engines roar to life in the speakers built into my bucket seat.
"I say - last one around the colony and back is the winner."
"You'd better get ready to lose," I find myself answering as I tighten my grip around the steering wheel in front of me.
I hear Jane chuckle darkly.
The screen flashes up a big number 3, then 2, then 1. She instantly slams her foot on the accelerator speeding off into the distance. Adjusting the fuelling and the boosters calmly I slam onto my accelerator and follow her.
"Hahaha! Come on Heero! You're slacking!" she yells excitedly as we round the large colony. I grit my teeth and throw myself into the game. I have to win especially against a girl. God I'm starting to sound like WuFei.
I find I'm actually amazed with the detail of the game as it takes in the gravitational pull which a colony would make on our shuttles in real life. I take this to the advantage and dive towards the surface leaving a millimetre gap between the colony surface and my ship. As anticipated the extra gravitational force makes my shuttle glide more swiftly and straight past her ship.
"Jesus!" I hear Jane yell as she watches my shuttle move quickly past hers. I feel my eyes narrow as I nudge the front of her shuttle with the back of my ship throwing it slightly off course and thus pushing mine purely into the lead.
"HEY!"
"Never lose your focus," I murmur my eyes narrowing as I fiddle with a few controls in front of me. My shuttle instantly shoots off about a mile in the virtual space. I'm back at the finishing line before she's realised I've royally kicked her ass.
I sit back in my seat and feel a smile tugging at my lips.
"Hey what the hell was that?" she exclaims unclipping herself and turning to stare at me in astonishment. "How the hell did you beat me?! I know every trick in the book to do with this simulation! And how the hell did you get so close to the colony without losing control?!"
"It was quite easy-" I answer before hearing a loud chuckle erupt from behind us. Turning I find Grey trying to hide his laughter behind his hand. His green eyes twinkle with amusement.
"Now, I would have paid good money to see that," he says laughter lacing his smooth voice
"Did Jane finally get her ass kicked?" another voice calls. My attention is drawn to a man with shoulder length brown hair pulled up into a ponytail setting up a machine nearby. He has the lightest blue eyes I have ever seen. He looks more amused than Grey.
I turn my attention to Jane to find the biggest blush spread across her face, "No – it was a fluke."
"Didn't look like it," Grey comments and the other guy agrees.
"What?!" Jane exclaims in full embarrassment. "Ah man, you're never gonna let this down are you?"
"Nope," the man adds before throwing a wink in Grey's direction. "How could we?"
"Best out of two Heero?" she says turning to me with determination in her eyes. I shrug my shoulders and strap myself back in my seat feeling the adrenaline sending shivers through my body.
She didn't have much luck the second time either. I let her take the lead however I keep within the slip stream of her shuttle and nudged the back of it within a difficult corner sending it tumbling into the colony and exploding.
"YOU CHEAT!" she yells. The man behind us is in hysterics.
"Oh my, Jane what's happened to your mad skills?" he cries wiping the tears from his eyes. However this time Grey is silent. His brows are drawn together as he's deep in thought.
"Heero cheated and he knows he did," Jane settles crossing her arms across her chest. "End of story."
I hear the man snort, "I'm sure he did."
"This sucks," she grounds out when suddenly the room begins to shake. I'm lucky I'm strapped into one of the bucket seats. Grey and few of the others are not as they fall to the floor.
"What the hell?!" the man yells his eyes searching towards Grey looking for answers.
"Captain Grey to the bridge, emergency!" there's a call however Grey is to his feet before they've even finished. I quickly unstrap myself to follow him and he doesn't protest.
He leads the way quickly to the upper deck and onto the bridge. I realise this is the first time I've been shown or should I say allowed in this section of the ship. Though my steps falter as I enter the room and see what's being displayed on the large monitors.
It's a massacre. Have you ever wondered what happens to a person when one slight bit of their shuttle cracks and they are not wearing space gear? The pressure rips the ship from inside out – and does the same to them.
There are body pieces everywhere but no blood.
I think I can finally say I've seen hell.
I turn to look at Grey and see he's gone as expressionless as a stone. His jaw is set from his tightly grit teeth but his eyes are dead. His hands are balled into tight fists at his sides.
The room is deathly silent as each screen flickers to show different angles of the destruction whilst a thick tension has made its presence as the crew wait for an order.
"Carry on," Grey's stonic voice cuts sharply through the silence. "We'll continue another route to Earth."
"Roger that," I see them punch in new coordinates and a new route appear on the navigation screen adding another 3 weeks onto our journey.
Why the hell are we going so out of the way to get back to Earth?
And why won't they do anything about the wreckage? Those people have families!
"You can't just leave them," I snap surprising even myself. This is a time of peace not of destruction! "Those people have family out there!"
"They stay as they are," the Captain growls defensively.
I find anger flare from within. After these past few weeks I'd started to think he was a reasonable human being. How can he be when he's acting so indifferent to what is displaying on the monitors around the room!
"They deserve to be identified," I say reminding myself of Relena.
He ignores me and indicates for the crew to continue to guide the ship away from the scene.
"You're an unbelievable bastard," I snarl.
This causes him to snap.
He grabs me by the arms and yanks me forcefully towards him. I gasp as our chests collide forcefully together. His green eyes stare down at me and slowly I begin to see the pain which hides beneath them. I stop breathing.
"Their tragedy is distressing I know. They were unfortunate to be in the wrong place at the wrong time," he says his voice void of emotion but I can see it, the pain, the grief, the guilt – all of it shining as plain as day in his eyes.
Realisation suddenly hits me. This wasn't an accident. It was the result of the others. I pull my arms from his grasp horrified at the thought of someone murdering relentlessly like this with no remorse.
"They stay as they are," the Captain confirms once again before turning on his heal and rapidly leaving the room.
I turn back to stare at the monitors – staring at our reality. Grey maybe a fool to thinking he can outrun the others and live in his little fantasy world. But sooner or later he's gonna have to wake up.
xXx
I wake by a loud, sharp knock on my cabin door. My mind is so muggled that for a moment I think I've dreamt it until the knock gets predominantly louder. I groan and raise myself onto the side of my bed. Who the hell could this be? I'm definitely in no mood to be disturbed not after what I'd seen earlier. I'd spent the rest of the night alone thinking about the others and their brutality. It sickens me to think that they are getting away with this.
I stumble through the darkness over to my door and crack it open. Peering through the gap I'm surprised to find Grey on the other side dressed in slacks and a tank top.
"Come with me," he says before I have chance to ask him what the hell he's doing knocking on my door at this hour.
I quickly shove on my shoes and follow him down the corridor. He walks quickly however this time I can keep up with him with ease. My leg has improved to be nearly painless now.
I frown as I notice we are heading towards the fields within the dimmed corridors. My suspicions are correct as we get in the lift in silence. I reframe from speaking not really knowing what to say considering what happened earlier. I can still see the tension in his shoulders.
Finally we get to the ground floor and he pulls out a torch from his pocket. The simulated sky is displaying a bright full moon; it looks almost mystical, like something out of a fairy-tale. He leads me onto the grass and this time the opposite way to where I used to dig for potatoes. It feels as if we're breaking some forbidden law coming in here at night when it's deserted.
However without the crew busily working it's just as if we're on earth. I can hear the animals making noises in the distance and the crickets happily chirping along somewhere in the grass. The twinkling of the running river seems so much louder.
We briskly walk for around 10 minutes until we reach a small forest of trees and in the centre is a large oak. There's just enough light for me to notice a spade and a small tree to my left still housed within a bucket and not planted.
"What are we doing?" I ask.
"What we saw today –" I hear him speak softly but then stop. He sighs frustrated, "I'm not as cold as you seem to think I am."
I frown within the darkness but I don't need to see him because I can sense his grief, his guilt.
"I don't think you're cold," I reply. "You did what any captain would do to keep his crew safe."
He doesn't seem convinced.
"Usually when we find wreckage like that there is nothing we can do, which is why we're here," he turns and picks up the spade. "I plant a tree in the memory of all the innocents we come across. Then in some way we've paid tribute to them and their families."
I find my mouth drop slightly at his words and the realisation of the meaning of all the trees surrounding us. It makes my stomach knot as I take in the number of all the innocent people the others have killed.
"I wanted you to help me," He holds out the spade towards me and says his voice barely a whisper, "I couldn't sleep until I'd laid them to rest."
I look at him and almost feel as if I'm staring back at myself when I'd accidently blown up the Pacifist ship. Now I know the reason he's brought me here, even though he doesn't know what I've been through he knows I'm the only one who would understand him.
I nod and grab the spade from his grasp, "where are we planting it?"
He points to a place just off to our right and I set to work. I dig a hole just big enough for the tree to fit into without toppling over. I help Grey pull the sapling out of its growing pot and together we place it in the hole and cover it over.
Sitting back on my heels within the surrounding mud I say a silent pray for the fallen civilians and for everyone I've ever hurt. I know it's only a small step and I have a long way to go but I feel almost lighter as if a weight has been taken off my shoulders.
Opening my eyes I find Grey staring silently back at me. His gaze is piercing as if he's staring straight through me and into my soul. I feel my chest become heavy and my stomach twist into a figure of eight. I can't seem to look away because all my senses are drawn to him and this undeniable understanding between the two of us.
Suddenly I feel a drop of water splash onto my face and then another onto my shoulder. Looking up I frown as I'm splashed with even more until there's a sudden downpour of what I can only recognise as rain.
"Shit!" I hear Grey cry and rush to his feet. It however takes me longer to respond because if I close my eyes it almost feels like I'm back on earth sitting in the middle of nowhere.
I feel Grey grab my hand and drag me off towards the lift. The doors ping open and we rush inside. As the doors slide shut I hear a chuckle escape from the mouth of the Captain. His eyes are alive with his laughter and I can't help but laugh along with him. We look a state, covered in mud and soaked to the bone.
"I forgot it was supposed to rain tonight," he says casually causing me to shake my head in amusement.
I quietly catch the way he tries to ring out his tank top revealing a bit of his flat, toned stomach underneath. I stop breathing and don't take another breath until we're out of the lift and walking swiftly to my room.
TBC…