Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Burnout ❯ chapter 3 ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter three

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Lightening flashed as Trowa burst through the front door, with a bundled Quatre, limp in his arms.

Wu Fei looked up with a start, "Barton?"

"Open his bedroom door." The banged boy said, heading for the stairs.

"Yeah. . ." Wu Fei frowned, bounding up the stairs, "What happened?"

"I'm not sure." Trowa murmured, looking down at the pale face. "I think it has something to do with his nightmare." The banged boy paused, noticing the braided boy wasn't around, "Where's Duo?"

Wu Fei smirked, opening the door, "Around."

Trowa slipped past the Chinese boy. "He is still in one piece, right?"

"Sure…"

Trowa glared at the Chinese boy as he passed him to get some clothes from the blonde's dresser.

"He's in the closet." Wu Fei assured, "In one piece, though he will be a lot quieter for a while."

"Hn." Trowa pulled out a pair of dark blue pajamas. "Can you get some towels from the bathroom? We need to get him warmed up."

Shenlong's pilot left to do as he was asked, and Trowa set out on undressing the feverish boy.

"Here." Wu Fei said throwing a towel around the taller boy's shoulders, "You're even more soaked than he is. I'll take care of Winner, you go take care of yourself."

Trowa looked as if he would argue for a moment before turning and leaving Quatre's room and going next door to his own.

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The small blonde cringed and cried out as if he had been burned each time Wu Fei touched him. It was a real battle to get the smaller boy dried off and dressed. By the time he had finished, Quatre was left whimpering as tears streaked down his cheeks. He tossed and turned in his tormented sleep. The Chinese boy tucked him under warm covers and placed a cool cloth on his head before stepping away, and Trowa reentered the room.

"What the hell is going on here?"

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Ex-Alliance lt. Sally Po lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, in her prison cell despite the raging storm out side. She had been captured a few days after the dark haired Gundam pilot, Chang, Wu Fei, had left her company, several weeks ago.

A small smile crossed her face as she thought about the depressed teenager. She had heard on the news that Gundam 05 was seen reeking havoc in a nearby city. Sally took that as a sign that Wu Fei had put what was bothering him to rest, and had found the will to fight again.

The sounds of struggle in the corridor caught her attention and she sat up, just as her cell door was blown away. When the smoke and dust had cleared away, Sally turned to see who was crazy enough to break into an OZ high security prison.

In the door way stood a lanky teenage boy, wearing a green tank top and black spandex. He had a gun pointed at her. "Sally Po."

"Hiiro." She blinked in surprise, "I must say, you are the last person I ever expected to see again. What do you want?"

"I need your help as a physician." Hiiro said, glaring.

"Anything I can do to help, I will." She stood slowly. "What's the problem?"

"Pilot 04 is sick and needs a doctor." He replied.

Sally nodded, "I'll need a medical bag, unless you have supplies?"

"We have supplies, and what ever you don't have, we'll get." Hiiro said.

"We?" She raised her eyebrow slightly, "Is Wu Fei with you?"

Hiiro's eyes widened in slight surprise before his stoic mask returned, "Yes, he is."

Sally smiled, "Shall we go then?"

The Japanese boy tossed her a handgun, "I have an aircraft hidden two miles from here, think you can make it without being shot?"

"If you can without self-destructing." She grinned. Hiiro snorted and motioned her to follow him.

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Half an hour and fifty dead guards later, Hiiro and Sally were in the air, flying towards their destination. Hiiro had the doctor put on a blind fold as he didn't completely trust her.

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"I don't understand. . ." Wu Fei frowned, from his backwards position on a nearby chair. "It's like every time he's touched, skin to skin, it causes him agony."

"It must be his Uchuu no Kokoro." Trowa said thoughtfully, lightly brushing the blonde's bangs from his face. The boy whimpered, turning away from the touch.

"His what?" Wu Fei asked.

Trowa looked up at the Chinese boy, "His Space Heart. . . It's what he calls his empathic sense." He turned back to the sleeping boy. "He told me about it when I stayed with him for a few days after a mission, several months ago. He has the power to feel what others feel. When Hiiro self-destructed, it nearly overwhelmed Quatre when he began to feel the emotions from the OZ officials, us Gundam pilots and Hiiro's own pain."

"Interesting." Wu Fei muttered.

"I think that's why he has such awful nightmares night after night. He picks them up from everyone around him." Trowa sighed slightly, "He might even be projecting them into others."

"What do you mean?" Wu Fei demanded.

"Why were you up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep." The Chinese boy didn't appreciate personal questions and it made him irritable.

"But why?"

"I had a nightmare."

"So did I, and so did he." Trowa gestured towards the blonde, "And I bet, if we asked them, so did Hiiro and Duo. Now what was yours about?"

"Sandrock blowing up. . ." The dark haired boy started.

"Because Quatre froze during battle." The banged boy finished.

Wu Fei blinked in surprise. "That's right. . ."

"I had the same dream, as did Quatre. I also bet that part of the reason you couldn't sleep had to do with the thunder."

Wu Fei no longer cared whether or not the questions were getting personal. This was the most he had ever heard Trowa speak and he was finding it quite interesting. "Thunder has always bothered me, it reminds me of battles." He admitted, "But last night was the first time in my life that I've lost sleep because of it."

Trowa nodded, "Me too, and I bet it's the same with the others."

"Are you saying that he's responsible for our lack of sleep?" Wu Fei demanded skeptically.

Trowa shrugged, "It's just a theory. I won't know for sure until Quatre wakes up."

"How do you know all of this?"

Trowa glanced briefly at the Chinese boy and then to the sleeping boy who had began to toss and turn, moaning and pleading. "I just do."

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To be continued. . .