L2's Child
by Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Note: Sap, MPreg…
The rest of this story is at , sn pinkwhirlwind
It's a little short, but I get paused on my writing and then I seem to need to do little chapters to get it started again. I hope it's a good chapter.
Chapter Five
Health is a precious treasure. In the war Heero had killed so may people that he wasn't sure how many. He'd meant to keep count. He had. He'd been counting, right up until Duo, then he couldn't count anymore. It would have made logical sense, good battle sense, to kill Duo Maxwell. Maxwell was unsettled mentally, had nightmares. He was probably manic depressive, or disassociative in his personality and had boundaries of self that had so many holes in them that they couldn't have netted a whale in Earth's oceans. Duo Maxwell had some hold on life that Heero hadn't comprehended, still didn't.
Life was too fragile. Heero knew this. Knew that no creature or human or even a sun could keep its life indefinitely. Death came for everything. Heero had accepted that so deeply that until he'd started watching Duo be death, he had already counted himself among the dead. Duo brought something back in Heero, way back then, resurrected him, pulled him into light and color and hundreds of shades of emotion. That resurrection had somehow made time seem endless. He'd get himself together, then come to Duo. Attraction, love, the future, life, Heero had planned it all. Yeah.
Holding Duo's seemingly fragile, shivering body in his arms, Heero felt as if time had maybe already slipped away. As soon as Heero had picked Duo up, something had slipped away from the braided man, some strength had flittered away when he'd picked him up. Duo's head resting on his shoulder, his breathing ragged and uneven, Heero felt the power of life building a pillar up from his soul. "I will take are of you, Duo, I promise. You will be okay. "
Whatever this Christmas was, Heero found himself standing outside the hotel, holding Duo in his arms. The car he'd ordered had not arrived and Duo was starting to shiver harder.
They were going to the doctor, the hospital, then maybe to Quatre's estates. The feeling started in the pit of his stomach, pulling him down, as he realized the car he'd expected to arrive was late, at the least. This was a hostile environment and Duo couldn't defend himself.
"Heero," Duo half whispered, cold fingers brushing over Heero's chin, up to brush over his lips. "Where are we going?"
"I messaged for a car," Heero said, holding Duo closer, wanting to wrap himself around him. "We are going to see a doctor."
"Don't want to," Duo said. "No doctors."
"You promised to put yourself in my care," Heero reminded.
"No," Duo said, an edge of panic creeping in. He struggled in Heero's arms, body hard and strong, if injured and violated recently. "I don't want to!"
"Duo, please," Heero said, "I'm trying to help you. We'll be warm soon."
"Don't need any help!" Duo sounded less rational than Heero had ever heard him sound.
After Heero had rescued Duo from the OZ prison, Duo had had moments of bad dreams and fevers, of being lost in a world that Heero couldn't follow him into. He remembered fearing that he'd lose Duo then, and now, with the strange scar and the memory loss, Heero remembered that fear, and felt it again even more keenly. "Duo please, I need you. Do you understand? I love you. I'm afraid too. Please, please let me help you."
"Who are you? I know you don't I? How did I get here? Let me go!" Duo howled the last plea, causing passer bys to stare at them.
Heero's heart tore in two. Really, there was only anchor in Heero's life. Why he'd waited so long to come and get him, Heero couldn't have explained. "I can't loose you!"
Hold a struggling Duo close, Heero hardly noticed the large black van pulling up by them.
"Heero!" Trowa's voice called. "Come on!"
Heero looked up, relief flooding him. He didn't care what Trowa had had to do to get there, how he'd done it, all he cared about was that Trowa had done it. Quatre held out a hand and Heero ran towards the open door. Sure hands pulled Duo's struggling body from him and then pulled him up into the vehicle.
"Abdominal wound, memory loss, confusion," Heero said, Trowa's arm around his shoulder.
Trowa and Quatre had grown closer, more peaceful, domestic even since the end of the war, and it made Heero feel almost feral now, a Preventer, a warrior still.
"Don't worry, Heero," Quatre said, his voice soft. "We have brought a good doctor. We have a ship waiting to take us to Earth. We won't let anything happen to Duo. I promise."
If only promises were that easy to keep, Heero thought, as doctors restrained a struggling and screaming Duo Maxwell, sedating him and making it look almost effortless. They were good doctors. "Thank you for coming."
"Of course," Trowa said, still holding Heero. "We will make him better. Then."
Trowa didn't have to finish that last idea. Heero understood. Who ever hurt Duo was going to have enemies on their door soon.