This chapter should get a little better, and hopefully ill explain a little more about what's going on- by way of plot and character development.
Sorry if it's taken me so long to get it out, but I really wanted to put time into it and not rush it! Please review!
Oh yeah, and I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters, I just own my creativity
Damaged
Heero gently held his child against his chest as Relena was taken away in the ambulance. Soft tufts of hair, just a little lighter brown than his own stuck up under Heero's chin and Caleb's thumb was tucked into his bright puckering lips. Relena was always after the boy to stop, but Heero just thought it was cute; a trademark of his innocence. The boy's other plump little hand was balled up in Heero's shirt fabric, clutching with all his strength.
Slinging the emergency backpack he had brought with him over his shoulder, Heero began the short walk to the parking lot where a non-descript black van waited where he had left it in his hurry.
Reaching it, he tucked his boy into his car-seat, buckled him in, and got into the passenger seat. The engine sputtered then died at first, and Heero refused to take it as an ill omen. Instead, he focused on getting the thing to move. He was in a hurry, goddamn it. His wife could be dying…
No, once she reached the Winner Clinic, Quatre would have everything worked out. Two years ago he started setting up clinics on the colonies with his family, and they were known to be the best medical aid people could find. They were also the most technologically advanced centers around. Even though he was twenty-two, he was famous as one of the best doctors in space. Luckily Quatre had a center set up in Holland; and a few others on earth, and today he was at the clinic only an hour from here.
Heero thought all of this as he was speeding through the traffic. Blowing through red lights, and maneuvering through highly-packed lanes of traffic, he found that it was almost the first time in his life he was actually afraid.
Sure, he had faced death countless times; he'd been shot at, been imprisoned, and even been poisoned and stabbed. Hell, once he even pulled the self detonation on himself. Yet not once had he been afraid through all of it. He was, after all, the perfect soldier. Six years ago, when he shot down the shelter Relena was in, to get at Daikem Barton, he had a moment of hesitation, a taste of fear. But it was nothing compared to the massive flood of panic that was taking over him now.
Looking back to check on Caleb, he was slightly relieved to see the boy was finally waking up. He would still need a check-up, but the paramedics at the site had declared him healthy enough to ride with his daddy to the clinic. Heero wouldn't have known what to do if both of them were hanging in the balance.
Reaching a hand back, while still maneuvering through the streets with deft skill, he tried to think of something Relena would say. She was always so much better at this than him.
"Daddy I love you!" Caleb smiled up at him, his little hand gripping strong in his father's larger hand.
Heero smiled back. Somehow Caleb always beat him to it. Just like Relena, Caleb knew just what to say to touch his father's heart. The one place no one else could reach.
"Love you too, Son." He said gruffly. When the boy's large eyes started to wander around, Heero knew what he was looking for. "Don't worry. Your mom's going to be okay. She's just having a visit at Dr. Quatre's."
"Oh… ok, Daddy!" He smiled again, a big toothy grin. Full of trust.
Heero had to face forwards, so his face wouldn't betray his grief. "Who…Who are you?" she had asked. It had to be temporary. Or maybe there was some medication she could take that would fix it. Quatre would know.
Heero drove one, seeing the clinic just down the road. He'd get Caleb checked out, then he'd go to his wife, and everything would return to normal.
Relena stared at her left hand. On her ring finger was a beautiful gold Victorian ring, with a large blue opal in the center, and two darker blue stones set to each side. A cobalt blue, but she couldn't remember what the names of those stones were, or who gave her such a beautiful gift. They meant something, she knew that…
Thinking about it gave her a sharp headache. So she stopped and looked out the window. She was in a clinic on one of the colonies. Where had she been last? Thinking again made her head hurt, but she remembered some rubble and a man and a little boy that looked like him. It must have been his child.
Her attention was shattered as the doctor walked in.
He was tall and slim, with a child's face, and sandy blond hair. His eyes were the lightest blue she had ever seen, as if the sky had simply fallen into them. He smiled and extended his hand, and started asking her some questions in a very gentle voice. He introduced himself as Dr. Quatre R. Winner.
"So, I hear you couldn't remember much at the site of the accident, is that true?" He started.
"I…" She had to think, who was she? "I'm Relena, I think."
"Very good, do you remember your last name, other things about yourself?" He smiled encouragingly.
"No, that's it." Relena was sad, and puzzled over this.
When he asked if she'd tried to remember, she said she simply couldn't. She didn't tell him about the headaches. She brushed them aside as mere trauma from the collision with the drywall that landed on her.
After checking her bandaging, and telling her that she had fractured her skull, broken her leg in three places, and cracked two ribs, he told her that she'd have to remain there for surveillance for the next month. Also, she would undergo exercises to help her regain her memory.
Relena smiled and thanked him.
At the door Quatre timidly hesitated then asked, is there any family she would like contacted about this?
Relena looked back at her ring, and her head started to ache severely. Shaking off the bad feeling she looked out the window.
"No" she answered instead. "I don't think so."
Heero stood in the hall outside Relena's room, with Caleb in the nursery with the other children. Through the window, he could see Quatre coming towards him, and so he visibly relaxed. Quatre hadn't seen him yet, but that was fine, he knew Heero had been on his way.
"Relena, is there any family you would like to have contacted about your accident?"
Heero went still. She'd remember them, right? I mean, she loved him, and even more, she loved their son. She had to remember!
"No," Trailed her soft voice from the room, "I don't think so."
When Quatre emerged from the room, Heero had his back to the blond haired doctor. But it didn't fool either of them. Quatre rested a soft hand on Heero's shoulder as he caught sight of a lonely tear fight it way down the withdrawn man's turned face.
"It'll come back to her" Quatre said gently. "She just needs time."
"I'm calling in Trowa for this one, from the L1 colony Clinic, if it makes you feel any better." Heero's blond friend added as he walked into another room, leaving Heero to sort out his feelings alone.
Wu-Fei sat at a desk in a large business building downtown colony L3's shopping district. Above one of the most expensive stores were twelve floors dedicated to the political group called the Red Dragon.
He had just finished up a phone call with his superior Mason Seiz, who ran the whole operation. It had been a heated phone call that ended up with him slamming down the phone in palled fury.
Their group had bombed the World Negotiations Center in Holland just that afternoon as an act of protest, or so they said.
That was only a cover-up. But that wasn't what had made Wu-fei go white under his red Chinese robe. It was that the bombing was supposed to be two days from now, after Relena had safely been returned to America.
He hadn't liked her views on pacifism, but over time he had grown to accept that the people needed it more than he as a person did. And by twenty two, she had earned his respect. She had even won over Heero's heart. And in some way, Wu-fei saw Heero as his rival.
Did he just kill her?
He looked at black framed picture of Sally Po. She had been a strong woman, virtuous. But in the end, he was never able to return her love.
The most he could do now was get as deep as he could into the organization and find out as much as he could, before his worst nightmare came true.
As he left the dragon racing down the back of his robe roared to life with the breeze of the door that slammed shut behind him.
That's it for chapter two! The next chapter will get more complicated, I promise!
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