L2's Child
By Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I do not own GW, alas.
warning: Mpreg..
Notes: 1 and 2, and 3 and 4, violet and blue, some and more. I hope it's okay if I get small parts. There's a lot going on in my life right now and I need to start getting lots more written. Lots more original work. I hope next month to be writing full time. Thank you for all the favorites and comments on this fic!
Chapter Six
It had been a very tense journey to Quatre's ship. It was not a shuttle, more like a personal yacht large enough to need a staff of nearly three hundred people. It was a level of luxury that Heero didn't think he'd ever get used to. Duo had been brought in, deeply sedated, carried in a medical shell that Heero had not even known was possible. It wasn't like he paid much attention to medical technology.
Duo Maxwell. Heero sat down, felt guilty for sitting down, but didn't get up. Duo might has well have been taken into the realm of the gods for all he knew. Quatre had gone half hysterical as soon as Duo had been calmed down and sedated. Trowa's attention had all gone to Quatre. They were good for each other.
Heero's thoughts went to imagining himself and Duo being together, the way Quatre and Trowa were. Caring for each other, having some connection, that was what he wanted. They'd promised each other that, on the balcony, thinking about what Christmas might be and what maybe they had always wanted. He wanted Duo, wanted him as a companion, a friend, a lover, for always, and there was just one little problem. Duo was insane at the moment, no memories, and worse, he thought he was pregnant.
Of all the things Heero didn't know about medical science, he was absolutely sure that males did not get pregnant. Heero's eyes burned. His muscles ached.
The room he'd found himself in was some kind of sitting room, done in tans and blues and probably very tasteful. Heero slumped back in the soft object he sat on, feeling guilty to be sagging there. He should be finding the person or persons who hurt Duo and beating them slowly to death. He should be holding Duo's hand, being the companion that he wanted to be, making sure that Duo wasn't alone or frightened. He should have held Duo with his own arms in the van, making sure that he wasn't scared or bruised.
"Heero," Trowa's voice intruded softly.
Looking up, Heero found the man of all faces watching him intently. He looked so much more calm, really, grounded, at home, than when Heero had known him in the war. "Trowa. Duo?"
"He is sleeping. The hysteria has leveled off. He's talking calmly with Quatre. Heero," Trowa said, arms across his chest, blocking the door, just on the safe side, "Duo's pregnant. The fetus is you, genetically. He's carrying a clone of you inside him and it's alive."
"What? It's alive?" Heero forgot he was sagging against soft piece of furniture. Duo really was pregnant. That wasn't possible. "Someone hurt him, confused him. He's covering up what really happened to him by thinking he's pregnant. Maybe they're organ thieves."
"Quatre's upset was because he felt the baby's emotions. Duo is pregnant. The doctors ran tests. Here," Trowa held out a small photo.
Heero half scrambled up to take the photo, and there, was a radiographic photo of a… of something Heero didn't understand really, but it certainly looked like a small human baby. "Trowa, it's true? Genetically it's a clone of me? Why would Duo be … why?"
"I guess there are some thins we need to ask about yet. Duo doesn't remember anything, but there are signs he was held in restraints, a lot. There is deep tissue bruising that was covered up with healers. We are going to find who did this. They are going to explain."
"Duo," Heero said, holding the photo, "He and I are going to get married."
Trowa smirked, "Well, that's only fitting as he's knocked up with your kid."
Heero blushed, blue eyes soaking in the friendly teasing from Trowa. "Only fitting," Heero said. He knew less about children than he did about Christmas. He wasn't quite sure what this feeling was filling up the gauge of his emotions. It felt like he could reach around Duo and hold him and the baby and care for them and be happier than he'd ever imagined. Now he understood Duo's needed to have promises that the baby would be okay. "I want to see him."
"Of course," Trowa said. "We're going to take care of him. He's like my brother. You are like my brother. That makes me an uncle, right?"
"Family." Heero said, numb, shocked, and a little confused about what possibilities there might be.
Trowa reached out to lay a hand on Heero's shoulder. "You know, people think you and I are the calm ones, but I think our feelings are just deeper, no less loud."
"Is Quatre okay?"
"He is. He's sleeping in our room. If he gets it into his mind to want a child too, I'm not sure what I'll do."
Heero let Trowa guide them across the hall, down another hall. Trowa could talk a lot when he wanted, using his voice like a sheepdog, calming and chasing. The man could have been a politician. Heero was only half hearing him though. Of the two main modes in his life, mission mode and waiting, waiting was the hardest. Duo kind of brought a new mode, a mode that Heero didn't really have a name for.
Trowa opened the door and Heero stood there for a moment, watching Duo until his eyes opened. Violet eyes, pale, face, slightly flushed and then the smile and Heero's heart danced around. "Heero?"
"How do you feel," Heero asked, moving to take Duo's hand.
"Like an idiot," Duo said rolling his eyes. "I don't know why I lost it like that. It was just like… I don't know. I just didn't know where I was."
"It's okay," Heero said, sitting down, still holding Duo's hand. "I'll be here with you."
"Promise?"
"Yes, no matter what, I want to be with you, always."
"Ya know," Duo said, snuggling closer up to where Heero sat, "I bet if I could remember, I had lots of fantasies about you."
"What kind of fantasies," Heero asked, rubbing Duo's hand nerviously.
"The kind when you kiss me again," Duo said, grinning wolfishly.
"You think you daydreamed about me kissing you?"
"I'm asking you to kiss me again, Heero Yuy."
"Oh," Heero said softly, moving the chair closer, he leaned forward and touched his lips to Duo's. Light, respectful, and then Duo's hand slide up into his hair, strong fingers, pulling him closer. Duo's tongue licked, teased, and slipped into him, bringing a flavor of welcome and family and love in a way that Heero melted into. He was stronger, faster, more the soldier than Duo, and yet, right then, Duo was much stronger than Heero knew how to be.