Gundam Wing

Undercover

Author's note and disclaimer: Since I finished Trials yesterday, I'll be able to focus on this story a little bit more. I do not own Gundam Wing.

Chapter Five

Wufei stayed in the library a lot longer than he wanted, but he was thankful for the quietness of the room. He could, however, have gone without the staring. He checked his chest several times thinking the fake boobs were moving away from each other, but they were secured in their place. He found a shelving unit that was far away from prying ears before he called Quatre again and this time he picked up.

"Is everything alright Wufei?" The blonde asked.

"No, we have been trying to call you all damn day." Wufei hissed, "Have you found out who our target is?"

Quatre's voice was calm, way too calm. Wufei figured that he doesn't really have a clue who the target is or he was lying. "No, sadly we don't know the target it. And as soon as we do we will contact you. I promise Wufei, we will call you."

Wufei sighed with frustration as he hung up. He didn't really want to go back to the dorms, it was too noisy so he decided to walk around the library. He saw a few books that he wanted to take back to their room, but then he remembered the sign by the front desk saying that there were no check outs during the weekends. After wondering around for an hour he decided to go back to the room, he wanted to get food, but didn't feel comfortable enough to go sit in the cafeteria by himself. It wasn't that he was afraid, he just didn't know how to handle his new classmates without Ayame.

Wufei didn't know how, but the music seemed louder than when he first left. He pushed through the crowd until he heard an extremely familiar drunk scream of joy. Wufei stopped dead at the entrance of what looked like lounge and saw Ayame and a boy arm wrestling. Ayame was nursing her drink as the boy struggled to beat her until she decided to end his suffering by beating him. The defeated groaned and cursed while his buddies cheered for Ayame's victory, but she looked bored as she finished her drink.

When Ayame saw Wufei her eyes lit up and she ushered for him to come be with her. Hesitantly, he joined her and immediately Ayame wrapped her arms around his shoulders. After spending months with her he knew when she saw drunk and right now she was at that point where she could either get worse or pass out.

The boys that surrounded Ayame all eyed him like a piece of meat, "Diz is my west friend *hic* and rummate Fei. Be nice to her you guys or I'll kick your asses…es." Her slurred words made Ayame giggle. She back into the couch beside Kira and one of his friends, Wufei assumed, handed Ayame another beer, but Wufei intercepted.

"I think you've had enough Ayame. Let's get you upstairs." Wufei held out his hand and glared at the boys that booed.

"Aaawww don be a party poooper, F *hic* Fei." Ayame pouted and laid her head on Kira's shoulder. "I wanna stay."

Wufei let out an aggravated sigh and questioned how Quatre could put up with Duo and Ayame when they're drunk. Let alone how he got them upstairs to bed. "I can't have you dying from alcohol poisoning, not at five in the evening. You can come back after you've sobered up a little."

Some of the boys looked like they were going to intervene, but Kira stepped in and helped Ayame out of the couch, "Fei is right, Ayame. Go upstairs and chill out for a few hours. The party will still be here when you get back."

"Do you promise?" Ayame asked staring up at Kira through her long eyelashes. "If you're *hic* lying to me, I'll kiick your ass."

Kira leaned down with a soft smile, "I promise." Wufei grabbed Ayame by the shoulder, but before he could push her out of the room Kira placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Don't be angry with her, it was my fault. I let her drink too much."

Wufei nodded knowing full well that Ayame will drink anything when it's put in front of her. "Just as long as you didn't let anything bad happen to her or else I would kick your ass. And I wouldn't hold back like Ayame would."

Once Kira removed his hand Wufei directed Ayame out of the room, pushing people out of the way without apologizing. As soon as they were in the room Wufei locked the door and sat Ayame on her bed. He kneeled down before her and felt her face, Wufei already knew that she was hot because of her red cheeks, but Ayame felt like she running a fever. Wufei cringed at the glossiness of her eyes and the stupid grin on her face. Wufei stood and made a short trip to the bathroom to gather medicine, water and a cold wash cloth. When he came back Ayame was lying on her side, her feet hanging over the edge.

Wufei sat on his knees, towering over her and he ran the wash cloth over her skin. "How much did you have to drink Ayame?"

"I dunno. Enuff to out drank Duo twice." Ayame giggled.

Wufei dropped his head on the mattress, he tried to remember all the symptoms Duo got whenever he drank himself to alcohol poisoning, but he didn't think Ayame was at that point. She was just so drunk she couldn't physically function. He was tempted to call Quatre and ask what he should do, but he really didn't want to talk to him right now. He propped Ayame against the wall and handed her a glass of water. Without even knowing what it was Ayame began to drink it as Wufei removed her shoes. He got up and grabbed a spare blanket from their closet and showered it over her lower body. When she finished her first cup of water Wufei got her another and made her take medicine with it.

"Are you hungry?" He asked realizing that neither of them had any real food to eat since they left the safe house. She shook her head, "Did you eat anything while you were down there?"

Ayame thought about it for a moment and then nodded, "Vodka, vodka cranberry, beer, some more beer and a really shitty bloody Mary."

Wufei inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep his temper in control. He was not equipped to handle Ayame like this, sure he could deal with her when they were screaming at each other and reaching for weapons. But this was a new level for him.

There was a knock on the door and Wufei thought if he ignored it the person would go away, but the noise came again. "Fei, its Kira. I just wanted to know if Ayame was alright."

Wufei checked himself before answer the door, "She's drinking water right now and has taken medicine, but she needs something to eat."

Kira glanced at his feet, his eyes reflecting guilt. "The cafeteria is closed on the weekends." Wufei was about to snap, but then Kira quickly added. "We usually stock up on food before the weekend. Is there anything she doesn't like?"

Wufei thought about leaving his partner here, with the door locked, to go get the food himself. But looking back at Ayame who was drifting in and out of consciousness he decided against it. "She eats pretty much anything as long as it is not sour and can you grab something for me too?"

Kira beamed brightly, "Yea! Not a problem. I'll be right back."

Wufei towered over Ayame and put the glass to her lips, "You need to drink all of it Ayame." She groaned and turned her head away. "You'll feel worse than this if you don't."

Ayame took the glass from Wufei and slowly drank the water until it disappeared. Wufei quickly got up and went towards the bathroom, but then there was another knock. The Chinese pilot didn't wait for the second round of knock, he opened the door to reveal Kira with both arms full of food.

"I got you guys a lot since you probably haven't eaten all day." Kira placed the food on Ayame's desk and before he showed Wufei where the mini fridge was, in the closet of all places, he tossed him a water bottle. "It won't break if she drops it."

Wufei thanked him as he grabbed a sandwich from the group of food and sat on the bed startling Ayame awake. "Are we under attack?" She practically shouted.

Kira laughed, thinking that she was having a nightmare, but Wufei knew her fear was real. The last time they, meaning Duo, Ayame and possibly Trowa, got drunk there was an attack from OZ.

"No we're not under attack, it's just Kira and he brought food. So eat." Wufei stuck the sandwich in Ayame's mouth as she went to say something.

Wufei thanked Kira again for the food and told him he should get back to the party before his friends come up here. Knowing how loud and annoying his friends could get when they were drunk Kira agreed and left the room—hoping that Ayame will feel better tomorrow. He promised that it would be quieter on Sunday because everyone would be nursing their hang overs.

Ayame hissed at Wufei and whispered quietly, "Laugh Fei, he made a joke."

Wufei followed her orders and tried to giggle, but horribly failed at it. Ayame's roommate closed the door and went to his bed where there was food waiting for him.

"Maybe you should just be the silent, unapproachable girl?" Ayame questioned and then shook her head, "No. Those girls get stalkers and are constantly asked out."

"I'll stick with being myself. I can handle getting asked out by strangers." Wufei proudly said as he dove into his food.

"Without your sword?" Ayame joked and received an evil glare from her partner.

Author's note: Wufei is going to kill someone. Please review.