Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Change -for lack of a better title- ❯ Change ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Hymie the Hentai 
Heero and Duo's lives are changed when something bad happens *gah i suck*
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 699 | Status: Completed
Heero and Duo's lives are changed when something bad happens *gah i suck*
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.22.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 699 | Status: Completed
Title: Change -for lack of a better title-
By: Hymie the Hentai
Why do I need a disclaimer! Every one and their dog know that I don’t even own my mind! But if you really want to sue me take a number and get in line!
Beta: Vel-sama *can’t get her own fics finished but takes time to beta mine, what’s up with that? * is thwaped by a pair of chop-sticks*
1x2x1 pairing, yaoi’ish, Duo POV, OOC *most likely*, angst * me thinks Vel rubbith off on me! * Erratic ramblings, Erm (note to self, add more stuff here later. * grin *)
Change
By Hymie
It’s funny how things work out, yanno. Who would have thought that Heero and I would get together after something as horrific as an attack by a couple’a assholes looking for easy money? I mean we have always been best buddies during both wars, and roomies after that.
We worked well together, lived well together, hung out together after work and stuff. Hey now that I come to think of it, its like we have been a couple all along. Minus the sex part that is.
It took Heero a long time to physically heal after he was assaulted. He needed help and clung to me as his lifeline. It hurt to see him so broken and I did all I could to offer my support. In the end I guess it paid off.
That day was like all of our other workdays, we woke up in our separate bedrooms. He showered while I made coffee, I showered while he made breakfast. * You can see who took longer in the shower. * We ate together and went to work, we took turns driving and on that day it was his turn.
We arrived to work, early as usual and headed straight to our office. It was an hour or so later that Heero realized that he had left his cell phone in the car. So at lunch he ran down to get it. He didn’t come back.
It was a good half an hour later when I finally went looking for him, I got the confirmation from security that he had gone out to the parking garage. I found the car but not Heero, that was until I heard his cell phone ring. It was coming from the trunk of the car.
My stomach fell to my knees. I swear my hand was shaking when I reached into my pocket for my car keys.
I could barely get my fingers to work as I struggled with the lock.
When I finally did get the trunk open I ended up doubled over, pukeing on the ground next to our car. Heero had been stuffed into the tiny trunk of out tiny, little car. His wrists were tied together with his necktie and his belt was twisted around his ankles. There was blood every where.
To this day I don’t know how I did it but I managed to call security on my phone, what seemed like hours later though I know that it could not have been more then a few minutes the cavalry arrived. I was being led to someplace with a chair while the garage was flooded with Preventer agents.
Found out later that our travel packs containing everything that we needed should we have to go somewhere at the drop of a hat, had been stolen along with our Preventer issue laptops and our car stereo.
Heero was rushed off to the hospital while I had to stay behind to give a statement.
It was at least an hour later when I managed to get to the hospital where Heero had been taken. I had power of attorney over him so they had to tell me how he was.
It was not pretty. Skull fractures, pelvic fracture, dislocated shoulder and hip. After the surgery to repair his skull he was placed in a drug-induced coma for several days while the swelling in his head went down.
When he came too he was very disoriented. His motor function had been compromised; he could not walk or even stand unassisted. In his head he was still Heero and he was trapped with the memories of the attack in a body that he could not control. He had slipped into a deep depression not talking barely eating.
Yet he still pushed himself to the point of collapse. It truly hurt to see him like that but the hardest thing I had to watch was two weeks later, the first time he tried to eat on his own and could not even hold the spoon.
He cried then, the first tears he had shed sense waking up in the hospital. That was the trigger that opened the floodgates. He cried out all his pain, all his frustrations, and all the anger. He cried for what seemed like hours and hours and the whole while I held him and cried with him. He clung to my arms so tightly that I had bruises the next day. I didn’t care. He had begun to heal that day.
When he spoke again his first words were ‘I want to go home’ I had him discharged and in a taxi ten minutes later. I had to help him with practically every thing those first two months. I had taken time off from work so I could be home all hours of the day should he need something. He’s a stubborn bastard. He refused me nearly every time I offered my help. After that first day, yes it only took one day. He really pissed me off.
That freaking moron tried to climb the stairs with a healing pelvic fracture and dislocated hip. His left shoulder had been the one that was dislocated and was in a sling plus the motor function still wasn’t quite up to par in his right hand. I swear I wanted to break his neck if he did not fall and do it himself.
I climbed the stairs two at a time, grabbed him around his waist and dragged him; kicking and screaming all the way back down the stairs to the office/ temporary bedroom. Then physically placed him on the bed, his bed, the one I nearly killed my self with, getting down from upstairs the day before.
I stood there in front of him and we glared at each other for a good long while.
I thought I would explode at any moment from the anger I felt, that in his stupidity he would risk his life. I was just about to tell him this when he opened his mouth.
"Gomen ne." his said softly, his gaze lowering the fix some where near my feet.
I must have looked like a complete idiot, standing there dumbstruck, my mouth gaping like a landed trout. I had never been so happy then I was at that moment, when I realized that Heero
was not looking at me.
"S’ok Heero," I replied, sitting on the bed next to him. "But please let me know when your gonna try a stunt like that, so I can be there."
"I don’t want you carrying me every where." He said.
"I won’t carry you like that again, but at least let me be your spotter."
He nodded, Yay it’s a miracle, Heero Yuy willing to accept help. I think hell froze over and pigs are off flying somewhere.
Heero thwaped me on the back of the head, I didn’t mean too but I said that last part out loud.
Har har I hear ya laughing out there. Well things got a little better after that. Heero still pushed him self too hard but I was always there when he needed me. And he healed.
It’s been over a year now and he still has some problems with his right hand, nothing that he hasn’t learned to deal with though. So here I am happy as a clam, lying next to my beloved as he sleeps in our bed. I do not really want to go to work today but I know when the alarm goes off its back to routine.
Oops there’s the clock, time to make the coffee.
Owari
Well should I go back to lurking or was it good enough to try another fic. Let me know ne?
By: Hymie the Hentai
Why do I need a disclaimer! Every one and their dog know that I don’t even own my mind! But if you really want to sue me take a number and get in line!
Beta: Vel-sama *can’t get her own fics finished but takes time to beta mine, what’s up with that? * is thwaped by a pair of chop-sticks*
1x2x1 pairing, yaoi’ish, Duo POV, OOC *most likely*, angst * me thinks Vel rubbith off on me! * Erratic ramblings, Erm (note to self, add more stuff here later. * grin *)
Change
By Hymie
It’s funny how things work out, yanno. Who would have thought that Heero and I would get together after something as horrific as an attack by a couple’a assholes looking for easy money? I mean we have always been best buddies during both wars, and roomies after that.
We worked well together, lived well together, hung out together after work and stuff. Hey now that I come to think of it, its like we have been a couple all along. Minus the sex part that is.
It took Heero a long time to physically heal after he was assaulted. He needed help and clung to me as his lifeline. It hurt to see him so broken and I did all I could to offer my support. In the end I guess it paid off.
That day was like all of our other workdays, we woke up in our separate bedrooms. He showered while I made coffee, I showered while he made breakfast. * You can see who took longer in the shower. * We ate together and went to work, we took turns driving and on that day it was his turn.
We arrived to work, early as usual and headed straight to our office. It was an hour or so later that Heero realized that he had left his cell phone in the car. So at lunch he ran down to get it. He didn’t come back.
It was a good half an hour later when I finally went looking for him, I got the confirmation from security that he had gone out to the parking garage. I found the car but not Heero, that was until I heard his cell phone ring. It was coming from the trunk of the car.
My stomach fell to my knees. I swear my hand was shaking when I reached into my pocket for my car keys.
I could barely get my fingers to work as I struggled with the lock.
When I finally did get the trunk open I ended up doubled over, pukeing on the ground next to our car. Heero had been stuffed into the tiny trunk of out tiny, little car. His wrists were tied together with his necktie and his belt was twisted around his ankles. There was blood every where.
To this day I don’t know how I did it but I managed to call security on my phone, what seemed like hours later though I know that it could not have been more then a few minutes the cavalry arrived. I was being led to someplace with a chair while the garage was flooded with Preventer agents.
Found out later that our travel packs containing everything that we needed should we have to go somewhere at the drop of a hat, had been stolen along with our Preventer issue laptops and our car stereo.
Heero was rushed off to the hospital while I had to stay behind to give a statement.
It was at least an hour later when I managed to get to the hospital where Heero had been taken. I had power of attorney over him so they had to tell me how he was.
It was not pretty. Skull fractures, pelvic fracture, dislocated shoulder and hip. After the surgery to repair his skull he was placed in a drug-induced coma for several days while the swelling in his head went down.
When he came too he was very disoriented. His motor function had been compromised; he could not walk or even stand unassisted. In his head he was still Heero and he was trapped with the memories of the attack in a body that he could not control. He had slipped into a deep depression not talking barely eating.
Yet he still pushed himself to the point of collapse. It truly hurt to see him like that but the hardest thing I had to watch was two weeks later, the first time he tried to eat on his own and could not even hold the spoon.
He cried then, the first tears he had shed sense waking up in the hospital. That was the trigger that opened the floodgates. He cried out all his pain, all his frustrations, and all the anger. He cried for what seemed like hours and hours and the whole while I held him and cried with him. He clung to my arms so tightly that I had bruises the next day. I didn’t care. He had begun to heal that day.
When he spoke again his first words were ‘I want to go home’ I had him discharged and in a taxi ten minutes later. I had to help him with practically every thing those first two months. I had taken time off from work so I could be home all hours of the day should he need something. He’s a stubborn bastard. He refused me nearly every time I offered my help. After that first day, yes it only took one day. He really pissed me off.
That freaking moron tried to climb the stairs with a healing pelvic fracture and dislocated hip. His left shoulder had been the one that was dislocated and was in a sling plus the motor function still wasn’t quite up to par in his right hand. I swear I wanted to break his neck if he did not fall and do it himself.
I climbed the stairs two at a time, grabbed him around his waist and dragged him; kicking and screaming all the way back down the stairs to the office/ temporary bedroom. Then physically placed him on the bed, his bed, the one I nearly killed my self with, getting down from upstairs the day before.
I stood there in front of him and we glared at each other for a good long while.
I thought I would explode at any moment from the anger I felt, that in his stupidity he would risk his life. I was just about to tell him this when he opened his mouth.
"Gomen ne." his said softly, his gaze lowering the fix some where near my feet.
I must have looked like a complete idiot, standing there dumbstruck, my mouth gaping like a landed trout. I had never been so happy then I was at that moment, when I realized that Heero
was not looking at me.
"S’ok Heero," I replied, sitting on the bed next to him. "But please let me know when your gonna try a stunt like that, so I can be there."
"I don’t want you carrying me every where." He said.
"I won’t carry you like that again, but at least let me be your spotter."
He nodded, Yay it’s a miracle, Heero Yuy willing to accept help. I think hell froze over and pigs are off flying somewhere.
Heero thwaped me on the back of the head, I didn’t mean too but I said that last part out loud.
Har har I hear ya laughing out there. Well things got a little better after that. Heero still pushed him self too hard but I was always there when he needed me. And he healed.
It’s been over a year now and he still has some problems with his right hand, nothing that he hasn’t learned to deal with though. So here I am happy as a clam, lying next to my beloved as he sleeps in our bed. I do not really want to go to work today but I know when the alarm goes off its back to routine.
Oops there’s the clock, time to make the coffee.
Owari
Well should I go back to lurking or was it good enough to try another fic. Let me know ne?