L2's Child 7
by Nix Winter
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I encourage you to read and watch the show though. It's very interesting!
Chapter 7
Pain. Duo gritted his teeth and pushed. Sitting unstable in his bed, he held to the railing and considered. Heero. The past was a wall he couldn't get so much as a clue from, before it was ready to give it to him. His feelings felt true though. Heero. He loved Heero. Damn, Heero was a beautiful man with blue eyes and soft brown hair and a body that was lean and hard like a hawk.
Duo laid a hand on his belly. Warmth filled him, protective, powerful, loving. There was life within him, but it wasn't him. He was going to protect this life and protect Heero.
Quatre and his doctors promised that the mist over his mind would clear. The moment that mist had cleared enough to remember that boys did not get pregnant had been special, to say the least. Little bits of his life had continued to filter in like confetti raining back into his life. His password had dropped back before he'd realized what passwords were for.
A very fussy woman named Une had wanted that password. Duo had not been so inclined. He gave the password to Heero though, who promised to give Une, who it turned out was a General, only the information she needed.
Duo dropped to the floor, soundlessly, the tile floor cold against bare feet. A small piece of paper fluttered against the glass door of his room. It was just a hospital room in one of Quatre's larger ships. Duo had been in it long enough to want not to be in it, but no one would give him any clothes and no one came in alone either. Well, except Heero and Duo was pretty sure that a right hook would not get him the shirt off Heero's back.
Duo padded slowly towards the door, body still very sore. It wasn't like Quatre couldn't afford to give him a set of clothes. The man had found a dentist who would make a house call and had a tooth cloned and grown to replace Duo's missing front tooth. While money was still one of those clouded areas of his mind, he was sure that took a lot more money than Duo could imagine. Dentists. He was pretty sure he hadn't been historically real fond of them either. When he'd woken up after a few choice words at the poor woman, Quatre had advised that he had a new molar, five fewer cavities, and a replaced bicuspid. Not fond was probably a little glossy.
Just on the other side of the door, Heero was sleeping in a chair, which leaning up against the glass. Duo understood worrying about someone you loved. Love was sweet and he liked feeling that way, loved that Heero cared so much about him. A hand on the scar that had put this life inside him, he decided that he really didn't like cages, even well meaning cages.
Logic was a feral cat. He had friends. He had no memories. His friends were pissed at what had happened to him. Something had happened to him. He wanted… to know.
Every cage had to have more than one door. Why he was looking at the ceiling, well he wasn't sure. In the days since he'd been picked up off the street, he'd come to trust his instincts. Silent as a mouse, he moved a chair over to the tile his gut told him was the right tile. He really wanted to know what he'd been doing in his past. A little shove and the tile gave way, not nearly as metal as it seemed. With a little jump he caught the edge of the ceiling and pulled his head up to see what was there.
Quatre waved at him, grinning. Duo was about to leg himself down again, when Trowa reached out a hand. "We have pizza."
Pizza. Duo's tongue pressed against the edge of his mouth. Pizza. Duo pulled himself up. He wasn't free, exactly, but he was with friends and they had pizza. A mischievous glint in violet eyes, he boosted himself into the space with them. They were going to give up information. Yes, they were!