A/N: Hey everyone, I know it's been a REALLY long time but I've had personal drama and midterms. As it is, I'm doing this before studying for one of my exams. But here you go! I hope this update is juicy enough for the long awaited wait. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and any other thing that is mentioned in this story. This writing is only for fun and not profit and is no way associated with the original plot of the anime. I do own the plot of this fiction and the characters that are not owned by the same people who own Gundam Wing.
When We Were Young…
Heero took the stand as Dorothy rose and mentally sifted through the information she wanted to get out of Heero.
Normally these matters are either dismissed with certificates, blood tests, or brought on some scandalous television show. Heero was listed as Michael's biological father, but Seth disputed that factor greatly. Heero was not willing to go through a blood test because blood did not define family in his mind. Dorothy understood that more than anyone knew, and neither wanted to end up on Jerry Springer or Maury.
"Now Mr. Yuy, you are the father of the boy in question. Michael Yuy, am I correct?" Dorothy asks.
"Yes," Heero answers in his normal monotone voice.
Damn it, his tone, Dorothy thought. "And what makes you his father? Is it the joining of your sperm and someone else's egg, it is because you pulled him out of her birth cannal-"
"En-" Tracy started but was cut off by Heero who at the exact same moment, but with more conviction came across stronger.
"Enough Dorothy. I am that boy's father because-" Heero says as memories are brought back.
…Flashback…
Heero rocked Michael with one arm as the baby clung to him as he slept, with his free hand Heero pulled out the clothing he would wear to the funeral. As he layed out the shirt, black tie, black coat, black slacks, black socks, and black shoes, he also pulled out a little black onesie pajama for Michael.
Heero sighed heavily; this was painful. More so than the time he was Relena's temporary bodyguard while she was visiting Germany and was shot at. He took the blow in the arm, she panicked, tore some of her dress off and wrapped it around his bullet wound against his will. The shooter was caught but he felt as if his ego was the one that had been shot and not his arm.
He couldn't buy the clothes for the funeral. It wasn't the money, but the fact was he could not understand or bring himself to go and shop for something to wear to his loved one's final goodbye. He would plan to never wear it again.
That thought brought tears to his eyes, which he allowed them to form because the room was locked and bolted. The baby in his arms cooed sleepily as he woke up from his nap.
Heero sat on the bed as he held the baby; this was all so new to him. Holding this tiny person was a little life Marie entrusted him with right before she left this world. Her final goodbye.
The baby snuggles Heero as he makes little grunts and then sighs after taking in Heero's scent.
Despite his stoic expression that was always on his face, he was in awe of this little child. He had never expected to have children because of how much time and effort relationships take. And he wasn't the kind of guy that was suave, romantic, or sociable.
He turned as he heard a knock on the door; it was Duo.
"Sorry, I didn't know if you were breast feeding him," Duo says blinking.
Heero narrowed his eyes and gave him a death glare that made the hair on the back of Duo's neck stand on end. He gulped; too soon for jokes. He just wanted to try and help Heero feel better. He had never seen his brother in such obvious pain before, as Heero's older brother he wanted to help and protect him. But, once again, there was nothing he could do.
He yelped as he rapidly disappeared behind the door, followed by a thump, a whimper, and a brief knock.
"Is everything okay?" Dorothy asks. She had been near when she heard what Duo said and with the silence she assumed it wasn't received well.
Heero nodded as Michael cooed, he was hungry.
"I'll feed him while you get ready," Dorothy said as she entered the room and was all in black.
"No, go do what you have to do," Heero said as he sat down in the bed and checked the temperature of a bottle that Quatre had brought him a little while ago. It was still a good warm temperature.
He gently and carefully placed the nipple of the bottle at the baby's lips and he took it in his tiny mouth and drank.
Heero didn't know what he was doing, he was just going by what he had seen on TV, heard of, and what he felt was okay.
Duo went back to his room a little down but knew Heero was still mourning, he understood.
Dorothy got into her gold limo and drove off, there was a guest coming for the funeral. She wasn't in the mood to stay in the mansion with such a depressing mood. What she couldn't stand was what it was doing to her inside.
...
Heero stared at the casket as it was lowered down and he held Michael tightly. It was all he had left... he knew it wasn't his child, but before his father was taken into consideration, he was her child. A little piece of her... that she gave him.
Heero was taken out of his thoughts as people started lining up to pay their respects to him. He looked up and it was Mileshaw with her lover.
"Yuy, I'm so sorry, I know you don't know me but I know of you. And this is a terrible tragedy," she said as she held his hand. She really did feel bad for him.
Heero just nodded and went through the motions of the funeral and also did his best to take care of Michael. It was a cold and wet day and he was keeping him warm and dry.
A good distance away, not enough to be noticed by Heero who was not in his normal state of mind, a man in a black suit exhaled smoke from his cigarette. He dropped it, stepped on it, got into his car and drove away.
His phone rang. "What?" He asked.
"Did you do that thing you said you had to do Seth?" Martly asked over the phone.
Seth nodded, "yeah."
"Cool, I'll see you soon," Martly said and hung up the phone.
...
"Heero," a familiar voice said as she walked into the dimly lit room with a somber tone to her voice.
He looked up to see someone who he hadn't heard from in a long time. As a matter of fact, she never contacted him again since Dorothy told her Heero might be seeing someone.
She had light brown hair tied back and in a black dress with some white in the outfit. She squatted to be at eye level with Heero since he was sitting down in Quatre's offices on the recliner rocking Michael. He needed some alone time.
"I'm sorry, I really am," she said sincerely. She didn't know the girl but she knew that Heero was in a lot of pain. Not because she knew him so well but because of how long she used to stare at him and into his cobalt blue eyes, wishing and longing for him to look at her.
Heero nodded, accepted the apology. Not for him or for her sake but for Michael and Marie.
She reached out and gently touched the baby's face, "What's his name?"
Michael turned his head over and looked for a bottle in his sleep as he felt something touch his cheek.
Heero reached over on the little desk and began to feed Michael from a bottle.
"His name is Michael," Heero answers.
Relena keeps looking at the little boy, he was so tiny, so innocent and beautiful. She smiles sadly, "That's a great name. Excuse me." She said as she stood rapidly and walked out.
Dorothy saw her leave the office where Heero was, oh shit. "Relena," she called as she followed the obviously upset girl walking down the long corridor of the mansion.
...
Duo was talking to Quatre about the grim but realistic situation that Heero was in.
"I know, but you have to let Heero make decisions for himself and frankly I'm proud that he didn't forsake Michael," Quatre said as he sipped his tea.
Duo sighed heavily, "I know, really I am too, but at the same time can he handle being a father, first of all, and then to know that he is not his father, and work and his feelings?"
Duo did have a point; if that wasn't stress he didn't know what was.
"I know, but he will always have a place here and so do you. I don't expect this to just blow over overnight, and that is no trouble with me," Quatre said.
Duo stood up and clapped Quatre on the back, "You're a saint Quat. A saint!"
Quatre smiled a little, the situation was taking a toll on him too but was dealing. What helped him cope was being able to help out Michael and Heero. Putting their emotions before his own was crucial for him.
Heero laid down on his bed now as he held Michael close, he didn't know what else to do with a baby and since he was so small and light complected; he looked so fragile.
Michael slept soundly as he curled up in Heero's arms. He loved his scent; it was the only one he remembered. It was safe. It fed him too.
Heero closed his eyes, he hadn't slept in three days and it was now going on four. Normally he could stay awake for roughly a week and be unphased, but he was getting to be so tired lately.
He shut his eyes just for a second.
…End Flashback…
"For the record, state your name," Dorothy says. She was doing it for Heero's sake because Tracey was a bitch and she could rip both Heero and Seth a new one easily. Seth needed a scolding, not Heero.
"Heero Yuy," Heero answers stoically.
"And are you the current provider, supporter, and guardian of Michael Yuy?" Dorothy asks.
"Objection your honor, she is setting up my client for a guilt trip and this is not the Maury Povich show," Seth's attorney says.
"Over ruled," Tracey said as she listens. This case was complicated. Just reading the paper work gave her a headache.
Heero nods, "Yes."
"And while you were raising him, what struggles did you go through?" Dorothy asks. Heero had better answer the way she told him how.
"I had to find a job to be able to not only support him but myself as I fed, clothed, and taught him how to speak, walk, and tie his shoe laces. Just like every parent does," Heero answers.
Dorothy was content with that answer. "No further questions." and with that she sat down. She would let Seth's attorney dig his own grave.
"You may now cross examine the witness counselor," Tracey says.
Seth's eyes follow his attorney as he stands up and approaches the bench.
"Mr. Yuy, how did you know Marie Welch?" He asks.
Dorothy and Heero were not expecting him to he so blunt.
"We met at Sugar Brown's," Heero answers.
The attorney nods, "Okay, and can you recall when this was?"
"September twenty-fifth at four o'clock in the afternoon while on my way to pick up my brother from the air port in the year two thousand," Heero replies. This was aggravating.
Dorothy was glad he didn't let the jackass walk over him.
"So, then it can be assumed that shortly after that, you and Miss Marie slept together?" The attorney asks now making everyone in the room uncomfortable.
"Objection your honor, the counselor is being a dick to my client," Dorothy blurts. The stenographer's eyes widen as she types away.
"Miss Catalonia, I will have to ask you to refrain from such language in my court room or I will have you held in contempt and this is no bluff," Tracey says much annoyed. "But do not harass the witness counselor," she says to Seth's attorney.
"I would like that last question to be stricken off the record your honor," Dorothy says.
Tracey nods, "That last question is to be stricken off the record and so will Miss Catalonia's objection."
Duo leans over to Quatre and whispers, "Is she like that in the bedroom?"
Quatre goes scarlet and doesn't answer. He was shocked to be asked such a thing and knowing Duo, he would want an answer.
Duo smirks and sits quietly. He took it as a yes.
"Then I have no further questions at this time your honor," Seth's attorney, Garrett, says and heads back to his seat and sips some water.
"You can step down Mr. Yuy," Tracey says and Heero goes back to sit down next to Dorothy who was fuming at Garrett.
"Counselor, you may call on your witness," Tracey says.
Seth walks up and takes the bench as Garrett walks up and starts asking him questions.
"And when did you meet Miss Welch?" Garrett asks.
"I met her in January of the following year that Heero met her," Seth answers.
…Flashback…
Marie smiled as she cooked for Heero while he made his way over to her apartment; she lived in another town away from where Heero lived then. He was the city he now lived in.
She had really fallen head over heels for Heero because he was so different from every other person she knew and especially every other man she knew. God knew that, sure he wasn't lovey-dovey but he was sweet and kind but strong.
She wondered if he'd ever want their relationship to go any further than just being friends. She hoped so.
...
Heero had just finished showering from working out at the gym. He sighed as he finished getting dressed because he was confused as to what he was feeling. He still hadn't told Duo anything or anyone else for that matter.
He got into his truck and began the thirty-minute drive to her apartment in Springsburg. He lived in Luca at the time.
As he drove on the lonely country farm road, he couldn't help but wonder what this relationship with Marie was. She seemed to be fond of him, but so had Relena but he never felt this way to her. It was very different.
And friends didn't invite you over so they could cook you dinner three times a week and spend all day with you on Saturday too, did they?
Not being very knowledgeable about such social things, Heero wasn't sure where this was going or even what it was called. But it sounded like a boyfriend and girlfriend type of thing. Well, to him it did. He had never had a girlfriend or even dated, this was completely knew to him. Unlike Duo who had been in relationships since the third grade and was also known for showing his thing by the fifth grade to girls if they wanted to see it.
Heero sighed as the sky began to darken. He really should talk to Duo, he would certainly know what was going on. He did think about talking to Quatre with him being the most sensitive person he had ever known, but that could get weird. And with him getting married his sophomore year in college at the age of eighteen he wasn't sure he had enough knowledge to help him out in the situation he was in.
...
Marie answered the door and there was a soaking wet Heero. He was regretting wearing a white shirt, but Marie didn't mind. She had only seen such sights on the covers of romance novels for women at the grocery store but she was surprised at how good he looked in that kind of look.
"Can I come in?" Heero asked. He was cold.
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry Heero, please come in. Let me raise the temperature for you," Marie said as she let him come in and off to raise the thermostat.
"I can wash your clothes and dry them for you," Marie offers. She felt bad at seeing him soaking wet, she didn't have any boy clothes but she could stay in the laundry room until they dried and tossed them to him.
"Do you have any spare clothes?" Heero asks. He felt bad; he forgot to check the weather and normally didn't carry an umbrella in his truck.
"No, but if you take a hot bath and relax for a bit by the time your done your clothes and dinner should be done," Marie says. She had no ill intentions or perversions, but just wanted to help the boy she loved and for him to be comfortable. She had only recently allowed herself to accept such a thought. She had understood that she would probably be single all of her life, and that was fine. But then she met Heero.
"No, I'll be fine," Heero says right before he sneezed.
Marie giggled; he was too cute trying to be all-macho. She knew boys were always big babies. She was five years older than Heero after all.
"Just drop your wet clothes on the floor, and you can hide behind the curtain as I go in and pick them up and clean up, okay?" Marie says. Though, it was more of a statement than a question.
Heero walked over to the bathroom and did as she said and for the first time he was embarrassed about someone possibly seeing him naked. He never cared before, not even when he was Relena's bodyguard. She had walked in on him changing a couple of times, it was then she thought he was an exhibitionist but after a talk with Duo, her perversion was quelled.
Marie grabbed Heero's pile and started to wash them and she waited patiently for them to finish and to be dried.
…End Flashback…
"And what was your relationship with Miss Marie Welch?" Garrett asked.
...
Rashid smiled at seeing the little boy, he had grown up quite a bit since the last time he saw him he was very much a new born. "Your father is doing some work and asked me to stay here with you. Is that okay with you Master Michael?"
Michael blushed, he thought only Quatre was called that and even then, for a long time he thought that that was Quatre's name and not a title.
"That's okay," Michael said shyly.
"Now what would you like for breakfast?" Rashid asked standing up and heading to the kitchen.
"Captain Crunch please," Michael said shyly as he followed the tall man.