Title: Focus
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Heero
Notes: Challenge 210. Baby Series 4 #87. Takes place approximately two hours following Home.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Focus
Heero's dexterous fingers flew over the keyboard, attaching tags to data, his concentration adhered to the computer screen. He had work to do and entertained hopes of gaining sufficient spare time to attend Relena later in the day. Chang had returned to his palace duties and that left him free from working security at the Clan's temporary residence. There were others attending to security there and a backlog of data had accumulated, demanding his attention. Those who had been assigned to perform his usual duties in his absence had not, in his particularly picky opinion, sufficiently covered the search.
He was aware they were highly trained, good at their work, capable of sifting information, tagging links, recording it and reporting their finds, but regardless, he preferred the personal touch. He preferred to know that nothing had been missed. He was a perfectionist and he knew some tagged him with the label 'anal retentive' and without the sexual connotations psychoanalysts applied to the term. Yes, he was compulsive, stubborn, had a fixation complex once he got started and yes, he had a fetish for orderliness.
He thrust the thought aside, labelled it stupid and distracting and increased his focus. There was something here, something that he could not quite put his finger on. Something that relentlessly scratched his 'wrong' and 'potentially dangerous' bump. Whatever it was, whatever its source, none of the other analysts had picked up on what 'it' was. There were general murmurs amidst the group that there was 'something' there, but no one had pinpointed exactly what the 'something' was.
A low level general alert served only to aggravate him.
He did not like it and was determined to crack the problem, to find what it was that was bothering all of the information analysts in the intelligence department. He never once looked at the clock to check the time. He had had the foresight to set an alarm and he trusted in that to alert him to prepare in time for his next task. He had escorted Chang to the palace and come immediately to the analysis room, and immediately buried himself in the computers, as per Hunter's request. It was work he wanted to do, but he had a few appointments in the afternoon he could not cancel or postpone. He needed a good solid start on this search for something he was not sure even existed, but he had long learned to trust that feeling that there was something wrong.
Not so much wrong, at this time, as 'off'. Something obscure but enough to cause intelligence analysts to twitch. Something lurking, something unobtrusively drifting higher on the list for potential trouble. He would become good enough to take over from Pagan as Hunter. Lives depended on his skills, specifically HER life depended on his skills, though he no longer physically guarded her. Regardless, she was his driving force and he would, honestly, have it no other way.
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Karina Robertson 2013