Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Completing the Silence ❯ Homecoming ( Chapter 14 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Updated On: 08.12.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 419 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.07.2002 | Updated On: 08.12.2002 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 419 | Status: Completed
LSE // 7-25-02
(Completing the Silence - Chapter Fourteen: Homecoming)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Homecoming
Out side it's cold, and the wind is howling. There is snow, like the
weathermen said. Weatherwoman. Weatherperson.
The doctor is saying something, protesting my rough treatment of her.
I ignore her, like I ignore the cold. It pierces my skin, my shirt
doing little to stop it, but I'm so cold already it's a moot point.
Chilled to the bone. I can see the tire tracks from the ambulances,
which have already left.
Natasha.
I look at the cars and see police cars. To investigate the murders.
Natasha's murders. Of the two orderlies.
That's how my brain in functioning, scattered thoughts. I can't seem
to focus on anything but escape. I spot the doctor's sports car and
drag her over to it, shouting, "Where are the keys?"
"Release the woman!" some else shouts.
I look up and see two policemen, guns drawn, running out from the
hospital. I drag the doctor upright and hold the broken glass to her
neck, "Get back!" I scream.
"Do as he says," Doctor Ruini shouts. "The keys are in my back
pocket," she says to me.
I don't trust her, especially since there is no way I can hold my
grip on her and keep the glass to her throat AND fetch the keys. I
glare at her and she looks at me challengingly. "Then get them.
Slowly."
She slips her hand into the pocket and I hear the sound of keys
clicking together. She slowly pulls them out and I look over to the
cops.
I fucking look away.
Stupid.
I realize it was a mistake when pain jolts through the arm holding
her wrist. She's got a miniature tazer on her keychain, and it
applying it liberally to the bare skin of my arm. I let out a
startled oath and release her, but before she can run I start to grab
her with my other hand. She screams.
Gun shots.
Pain.
-------------------------------------------- -------------------------
Heero looked up from the keyboard, eyes locking on the small window
on the opposite side of the room. Something was wrong.
The house was quiet. He was the only one home.
Something was wrong.
Heero got up and left the office, clicking the light off. He paused
at the doorway of his bedroom, thinking about Duo. About yesterday.
Even though it was irrational, he couldn't shake the feeling that
something horrible had just happened.
With a sigh, he turned away and went back to the office.
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Everything stops. I stand there, staring at the doctor's wide eyes.
She look horrified. Shouts. Pain.
I stumble into the car, my arm protectively curled around my waist as
blood pours out from the wound. It's warm, despite how cold I feel
inside. Blood drips onto the white snow.
With a bloody hand, I grab the keys from the stunned doctor. Opening
the door, I all but collapse into the driver's seat. Another gun shot
goes off, I think they're aiming for the tires.
The engine roars to life and I'm off, racing down the drive.
Behind me, the doctor still stands there stunned while the policemen
scramble, to call for backup. There's so much pain, but it fades away
with the knowledge I've just blown all my chances at a relatively
happy ending to hell.
Tires squeal in protest as I jerk the car out onto the road. The
speedometer creeps up towards ninety kilometers per hour. I've never
fully been able to grasp the metric system. I could be going twenty,
for all I know, but the ground is a blur.
My vision clouds over and I shake my head to clear it. I don't see
the tree until it's too late. I scream along with the brakes as I try
and stop the car. Everything explodes before me, but that's just my
head hitting the steering wheel.
I pray to whatever Gods that be it's nothing worse and force myself
from the car. Dammit. The pain in my side causes me to groan as I
pitch forward and fall into the snow. I lay there for a minute, then
crawl upright and collapse against the car, breathing hard.
I'm no stranger to gunshots. I got plenty during the war. I gave
plenty. I tear a strip of my shirt off and tie it tightly around my
waist, over the wound. Knives of pain shake through me, but it will
slow the bleeding.
I pull myself to my feet and take in my surroundings. I must not have
been going incredibly fast, because the car's caved around the tree,
but the damage isn't beyond repair. I should know. I was a mechanic.
I'm shocked to see I'm no where near the hospital. Christ, I hadn't
thought I had been behind the wheel that long.
The shock doubles when I realize I'm within walking distance of the
house. But, I'm now a fugitive. Grand theft sports car. I don't want
to involve my friends, so I decide I'll only stay long enough to
patch myself up before I flee for space.
Space.
It'll mean leaving Heero, even though I promised I'd try things with
him again. But... Only if I see him. And I know everyone is at work,
so there's no reason I'll see Heero, even though that breaks my heart.
A quick search of the doctor's car rewards me with a leather jacket
with fur trim. Excellent. I put it on, wincing around the pain in my
side, and zip it up tightly. I wipe my bloody hands on my pants.
Looking in the review mirror, I decide I look halfway normal.
I stumble through the snow, thankful for the weather, because I can
stumble and everyone who sees me will think I'm simply fighting the
wind.
The house if further away than I had thought.
It's very cold, and I can feel myself loosing blood. I should stop
and rest, but I can't take the risk. I hear sirens, and wonder if I'm
imagining them.
Natasha.
She calls to me and I turn, peering out into the snow flurry. But
she's not there, and she never will be, and I'll never get my letter
from her.
How long had she been planning that?
Heero.
He calls me to me, and I strive onward.
The house is locked, but I retrieve the spare key from under the mat
and open the door. It's silent, no one is home, as I thought.
I enter into the warmth and close the door, sagging against it.
There's a fuzzy blackness around my vision.
I have a growing suspicion I'll not make it into space.
"Duo?"
I look up, eyes wide, and see Heero staring at me, his own eyes wide.
Fuzzy blackness. "Heero?"
"Duo, what are you doing here?"
I promised Natasha.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" He slowly walks over, stopping a few feet from me, eyes
locked on my face.
"I'm not mad at you, Hee-chan, I...I just want things to be like they
were, but..." My voice is small, weak. I bite my lip, feeling tears
prick behind my eyes. I haven't called in Hee-chan in a long, long
time, not since we were still boys.
He looks shocked.
I plunge ahead, ignoring the tears that flow down my cheeks, "It was
wrong of me to make you promise those thing, when you couldn't...I
mean... When I... At the hospital, I... Oh, Hee, I just want us to be
together. In relative happiness. But...I've blown it, haven't I?" I
close my eyes and let myself go limp, sliding down the door to my
knees.
Calloused hands cup my face, a gentle finger brushing away the tears.
I open my eyes in surprise to find Heero kneeling beside me. "I was
wrong."
My eye widen, to hear Heero admit he's wrong...!
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...but I was scared... Duo?"
He's sorry.
Some of the chill eases, I begin to feel again.
Heero grabs my head as it starts to fall onto my chest, "Duo? Duo!
Are you all right? Shit, you're freezing..."
I force my eyes open...when had they closed?...and look at him. "I
love you," I say, as the darkness engulfs me completely.
"Duo!"
Silence.
-------------------- --------------------------------------------------
As soon as he stepped out of the car, snow smacked straight into
Quatre's face. Stumbling backward, he fought against the wind and
started to the house. He felt Trowa's hand go around his waist and
immediately snuggled into it, feeling the warmth and security wrap
around him.
Lifting his keys, he started to unlock the door, but it was already
unlocked. Trowa twisted the knob and they stepped inside together,
stamping snows off their boots before removing them and tucking them
to the side.
Quatre frowned, looking down at wet puddles of melted snow. Had Heero
gone outside? Giving it a mental shrug, he went into the living room
and sat on the sofa. Despite the dangerous condition of the roads,
they'd made it home into for him to catch the news.
He felt the blood literally run from his face as the reporter,
standing outside Duo's institution said, "Although the hospital has
yet to give out all the information, it appears that there have been
two deaths. These are suspected to be homicide, but, again, details
are sketchy at this point. We have yet to find about the rumored
third death, a possible suicide. It is known, however, that at least
one patient made an escape during the..."
Whatever the reporter said after that fell on deaf ears. Quatre
started a mad dash up the stairs, Trowa close behind him.
"Heero! Heero, have you heard on the news..." he said, bursting into
the office.
No one sat behind the desk.
Scenarios whirled before Quatre's eyes, each one more horrendous than
the last. Suddenly, a distinct feeling gripped his heart and he
almost fainted at the intensity of the pain. Duo.
Trowa steadied him, concern written over his normally stoic features,
"What is it?"
"Duo...and it's close..." Quatre wandered free of Trowa's arms,
guided down the hall. He stopped before the closed bedroom door
belonging to the braided man in question. He rapped on the wood.
When he received no answer, he gently pushed it open and peeked a
head in, Trowa right behind him.
Quatre gasped, letting go of the door knob. The lights were off and
the only light was a dim trickle from the open window, partially
hidden by the snowstorm outside, but he could clearly see Duo in the
bed. Heero sat beside him, laying across the bed with his head laying
on Duo's chest, his eyes closed in sleep.
Trowa opened the door completely and stepped around the shocked
blonde. He'd noticed what Quatre hadn't when they'd come into the
house, blood stained against the door and a trail leading upstairs.
In fact, looking down he could see drops on the carpet.
As if aware he was being watched, Heero slowly opened his eyes and
sat up, silently taking in the shocked expression on Quatre's face
and the blank one across Trowa's.
Questions rolled through Quatre's head like thunder, but he carefully
shifted through them and found the most important, "What happened?"
Heero looked down at the pale face of his lover, "He's been shot."
Quatre gasped, hurrying over, "Where?"
Carefully, Heero folded down the blanket to Duo's waist, showing the
white band of leftover gauze he'd wrapped securely around the wound.
"Head injury, also," Heero pulled the blanket up to around Duo's chin
and gestured to the nasty bump on Duo's forehead.
"They'll come looking for him," Trowa said simply. "They'll see the
blood."
Quatre recovered from his initial shock and shook his head, "No they
won't. I'll clean it up. Trowa, stay here with Duo. Heero, you come
with me, it'll be more believable that way."
"You plan on lying to the police, Quatre?"
"Yes."
Heero nodded in satisfaction, but looked reluctant to leave Duo.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Quatre felt his heart give a
happy little jump. The concern Heero tried so hard to hide shone
through his anguished cobalt blue eyes like a beacon, signaling the
love Quatre always knew was there, even when he seemed distant and
pushed Duo aside.
In a surprising show of affection, Heero leaned over and brushed his
lips over Duo's. Backing away from the bed, he looked to Trowa and
they exchanged a moment of unspoken agreement. "Get me if he wakes
up," Heero announced, receiving a nod from Trowa.
As Heero sat beside the window waiting for police to show up, Quatre
scrubbed at the stains. Eventually, he conceding defeat and fetched
the paint leftover from redecorating the kitchen. After slapping a
little on the door, the stains were no longer noticeable. He went
ahead and painted the entire door, for a more believable look.
The floor proved easier, the tile of the entry hall proving much more
forgiving than bathroom tiles or doors. Quatre feverishly thanked
himself for insisting they get stain-proof carpet, because the blood
came out without a fight from the cream-coloring flooring.
"Company's here," Heero said. Quatre picked up his cleaning bucket
and beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen to put it away while Heero
made a quick once-over of the room.
"Are you religious, Quatre?"
"Sometimes ... why?"
"Now would be a good time to pray."
Quatre opened the door and offered the policemen a casual smile,
doing his best to portray innocence and simple curiosity, "May I help
you?"
"May we come in?"
Quatre stepped aside, smiling all the while, "Yes, of course. Please
do." He escorted them into the living room, where Heero sat,
according to plan. Heero did a remarkable job of staring blankly at
the television, then looking over and putting a very convincing
expression of confusion across his face.
Too late, Quatre realized what station the television was on. The
police looked over and saw the news playing, then looked back to
Quatre, who smiled in return. "Is there a problem, officers?"
Heero did an equally performance of shock and mixed grief when the
police informed them that Duo was on the run, having escaped.
Actually, the police filled in a lot of the blanks they didn't know.
Including why Duo had been shot.
Heero made a weak sound of protest in his throat when the police told
them Duo had threatened Doctor Ruini's life. "Do you have any idea
where me might be?"
"We found the car he'd stolen wrapped around a tree not far from
here. The snow's covered up the tracks, but we thought he might have
come here. Have you been home all day?"
Heero nodded.
"If he shows up, we'll be sure to call the proper authorities right
away," Quatre assured them, "especially since he's hurt. Please,
hurry and find him. He needs help."
Heero shot him a look of mixed approval at the performance once the
policemen were heading for the door. No sooner had the door closed
safely behind them that Trowa appeared in the doorway, face grave.
Quatre noticed him there before Heero, who turned a few second later
and paled when he saw the look on Trowa's face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author 's Notes: Ah, the suspense! I've been typing like a madwoman.
Do you think I can get in another full chapter before I head to bed?
It's one in the morning right now. I have at least another three
hours... Chapter fifteen, here I come!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters coming.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
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(Completing the Silence - Chapter Fourteen: Homecoming)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Homecoming
Out side it's cold, and the wind is howling. There is snow, like the
weathermen said. Weatherwoman. Weatherperson.
The doctor is saying something, protesting my rough treatment of her.
I ignore her, like I ignore the cold. It pierces my skin, my shirt
doing little to stop it, but I'm so cold already it's a moot point.
Chilled to the bone. I can see the tire tracks from the ambulances,
which have already left.
Natasha.
I look at the cars and see police cars. To investigate the murders.
Natasha's murders. Of the two orderlies.
That's how my brain in functioning, scattered thoughts. I can't seem
to focus on anything but escape. I spot the doctor's sports car and
drag her over to it, shouting, "Where are the keys?"
"Release the woman!" some else shouts.
I look up and see two policemen, guns drawn, running out from the
hospital. I drag the doctor upright and hold the broken glass to her
neck, "Get back!" I scream.
"Do as he says," Doctor Ruini shouts. "The keys are in my back
pocket," she says to me.
I don't trust her, especially since there is no way I can hold my
grip on her and keep the glass to her throat AND fetch the keys. I
glare at her and she looks at me challengingly. "Then get them.
Slowly."
She slips her hand into the pocket and I hear the sound of keys
clicking together. She slowly pulls them out and I look over to the
cops.
I fucking look away.
Stupid.
I realize it was a mistake when pain jolts through the arm holding
her wrist. She's got a miniature tazer on her keychain, and it
applying it liberally to the bare skin of my arm. I let out a
startled oath and release her, but before she can run I start to grab
her with my other hand. She screams.
Gun shots.
Pain.
-------------------------------------------- -------------------------
Heero looked up from the keyboard, eyes locking on the small window
on the opposite side of the room. Something was wrong.
The house was quiet. He was the only one home.
Something was wrong.
Heero got up and left the office, clicking the light off. He paused
at the doorway of his bedroom, thinking about Duo. About yesterday.
Even though it was irrational, he couldn't shake the feeling that
something horrible had just happened.
With a sigh, he turned away and went back to the office.
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
Everything stops. I stand there, staring at the doctor's wide eyes.
She look horrified. Shouts. Pain.
I stumble into the car, my arm protectively curled around my waist as
blood pours out from the wound. It's warm, despite how cold I feel
inside. Blood drips onto the white snow.
With a bloody hand, I grab the keys from the stunned doctor. Opening
the door, I all but collapse into the driver's seat. Another gun shot
goes off, I think they're aiming for the tires.
The engine roars to life and I'm off, racing down the drive.
Behind me, the doctor still stands there stunned while the policemen
scramble, to call for backup. There's so much pain, but it fades away
with the knowledge I've just blown all my chances at a relatively
happy ending to hell.
Tires squeal in protest as I jerk the car out onto the road. The
speedometer creeps up towards ninety kilometers per hour. I've never
fully been able to grasp the metric system. I could be going twenty,
for all I know, but the ground is a blur.
My vision clouds over and I shake my head to clear it. I don't see
the tree until it's too late. I scream along with the brakes as I try
and stop the car. Everything explodes before me, but that's just my
head hitting the steering wheel.
I pray to whatever Gods that be it's nothing worse and force myself
from the car. Dammit. The pain in my side causes me to groan as I
pitch forward and fall into the snow. I lay there for a minute, then
crawl upright and collapse against the car, breathing hard.
I'm no stranger to gunshots. I got plenty during the war. I gave
plenty. I tear a strip of my shirt off and tie it tightly around my
waist, over the wound. Knives of pain shake through me, but it will
slow the bleeding.
I pull myself to my feet and take in my surroundings. I must not have
been going incredibly fast, because the car's caved around the tree,
but the damage isn't beyond repair. I should know. I was a mechanic.
I'm shocked to see I'm no where near the hospital. Christ, I hadn't
thought I had been behind the wheel that long.
The shock doubles when I realize I'm within walking distance of the
house. But, I'm now a fugitive. Grand theft sports car. I don't want
to involve my friends, so I decide I'll only stay long enough to
patch myself up before I flee for space.
Space.
It'll mean leaving Heero, even though I promised I'd try things with
him again. But... Only if I see him. And I know everyone is at work,
so there's no reason I'll see Heero, even though that breaks my heart.
A quick search of the doctor's car rewards me with a leather jacket
with fur trim. Excellent. I put it on, wincing around the pain in my
side, and zip it up tightly. I wipe my bloody hands on my pants.
Looking in the review mirror, I decide I look halfway normal.
I stumble through the snow, thankful for the weather, because I can
stumble and everyone who sees me will think I'm simply fighting the
wind.
The house if further away than I had thought.
It's very cold, and I can feel myself loosing blood. I should stop
and rest, but I can't take the risk. I hear sirens, and wonder if I'm
imagining them.
Natasha.
She calls to me and I turn, peering out into the snow flurry. But
she's not there, and she never will be, and I'll never get my letter
from her.
How long had she been planning that?
Heero.
He calls me to me, and I strive onward.
The house is locked, but I retrieve the spare key from under the mat
and open the door. It's silent, no one is home, as I thought.
I enter into the warmth and close the door, sagging against it.
There's a fuzzy blackness around my vision.
I have a growing suspicion I'll not make it into space.
"Duo?"
I look up, eyes wide, and see Heero staring at me, his own eyes wide.
Fuzzy blackness. "Heero?"
"Duo, what are you doing here?"
I promised Natasha.
"I'm sorry."
"What?" He slowly walks over, stopping a few feet from me, eyes
locked on my face.
"I'm not mad at you, Hee-chan, I...I just want things to be like they
were, but..." My voice is small, weak. I bite my lip, feeling tears
prick behind my eyes. I haven't called in Hee-chan in a long, long
time, not since we were still boys.
He looks shocked.
I plunge ahead, ignoring the tears that flow down my cheeks, "It was
wrong of me to make you promise those thing, when you couldn't...I
mean... When I... At the hospital, I... Oh, Hee, I just want us to be
together. In relative happiness. But...I've blown it, haven't I?" I
close my eyes and let myself go limp, sliding down the door to my
knees.
Calloused hands cup my face, a gentle finger brushing away the tears.
I open my eyes in surprise to find Heero kneeling beside me. "I was
wrong."
My eye widen, to hear Heero admit he's wrong...!
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...but I was scared... Duo?"
He's sorry.
Some of the chill eases, I begin to feel again.
Heero grabs my head as it starts to fall onto my chest, "Duo? Duo!
Are you all right? Shit, you're freezing..."
I force my eyes open...when had they closed?...and look at him. "I
love you," I say, as the darkness engulfs me completely.
"Duo!"
Silence.
-------------------- --------------------------------------------------
As soon as he stepped out of the car, snow smacked straight into
Quatre's face. Stumbling backward, he fought against the wind and
started to the house. He felt Trowa's hand go around his waist and
immediately snuggled into it, feeling the warmth and security wrap
around him.
Lifting his keys, he started to unlock the door, but it was already
unlocked. Trowa twisted the knob and they stepped inside together,
stamping snows off their boots before removing them and tucking them
to the side.
Quatre frowned, looking down at wet puddles of melted snow. Had Heero
gone outside? Giving it a mental shrug, he went into the living room
and sat on the sofa. Despite the dangerous condition of the roads,
they'd made it home into for him to catch the news.
He felt the blood literally run from his face as the reporter,
standing outside Duo's institution said, "Although the hospital has
yet to give out all the information, it appears that there have been
two deaths. These are suspected to be homicide, but, again, details
are sketchy at this point. We have yet to find about the rumored
third death, a possible suicide. It is known, however, that at least
one patient made an escape during the..."
Whatever the reporter said after that fell on deaf ears. Quatre
started a mad dash up the stairs, Trowa close behind him.
"Heero! Heero, have you heard on the news..." he said, bursting into
the office.
No one sat behind the desk.
Scenarios whirled before Quatre's eyes, each one more horrendous than
the last. Suddenly, a distinct feeling gripped his heart and he
almost fainted at the intensity of the pain. Duo.
Trowa steadied him, concern written over his normally stoic features,
"What is it?"
"Duo...and it's close..." Quatre wandered free of Trowa's arms,
guided down the hall. He stopped before the closed bedroom door
belonging to the braided man in question. He rapped on the wood.
When he received no answer, he gently pushed it open and peeked a
head in, Trowa right behind him.
Quatre gasped, letting go of the door knob. The lights were off and
the only light was a dim trickle from the open window, partially
hidden by the snowstorm outside, but he could clearly see Duo in the
bed. Heero sat beside him, laying across the bed with his head laying
on Duo's chest, his eyes closed in sleep.
Trowa opened the door completely and stepped around the shocked
blonde. He'd noticed what Quatre hadn't when they'd come into the
house, blood stained against the door and a trail leading upstairs.
In fact, looking down he could see drops on the carpet.
As if aware he was being watched, Heero slowly opened his eyes and
sat up, silently taking in the shocked expression on Quatre's face
and the blank one across Trowa's.
Questions rolled through Quatre's head like thunder, but he carefully
shifted through them and found the most important, "What happened?"
Heero looked down at the pale face of his lover, "He's been shot."
Quatre gasped, hurrying over, "Where?"
Carefully, Heero folded down the blanket to Duo's waist, showing the
white band of leftover gauze he'd wrapped securely around the wound.
"Head injury, also," Heero pulled the blanket up to around Duo's chin
and gestured to the nasty bump on Duo's forehead.
"They'll come looking for him," Trowa said simply. "They'll see the
blood."
Quatre recovered from his initial shock and shook his head, "No they
won't. I'll clean it up. Trowa, stay here with Duo. Heero, you come
with me, it'll be more believable that way."
"You plan on lying to the police, Quatre?"
"Yes."
Heero nodded in satisfaction, but looked reluctant to leave Duo.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Quatre felt his heart give a
happy little jump. The concern Heero tried so hard to hide shone
through his anguished cobalt blue eyes like a beacon, signaling the
love Quatre always knew was there, even when he seemed distant and
pushed Duo aside.
In a surprising show of affection, Heero leaned over and brushed his
lips over Duo's. Backing away from the bed, he looked to Trowa and
they exchanged a moment of unspoken agreement. "Get me if he wakes
up," Heero announced, receiving a nod from Trowa.
As Heero sat beside the window waiting for police to show up, Quatre
scrubbed at the stains. Eventually, he conceding defeat and fetched
the paint leftover from redecorating the kitchen. After slapping a
little on the door, the stains were no longer noticeable. He went
ahead and painted the entire door, for a more believable look.
The floor proved easier, the tile of the entry hall proving much more
forgiving than bathroom tiles or doors. Quatre feverishly thanked
himself for insisting they get stain-proof carpet, because the blood
came out without a fight from the cream-coloring flooring.
"Company's here," Heero said. Quatre picked up his cleaning bucket
and beat a hasty retreat to the kitchen to put it away while Heero
made a quick once-over of the room.
"Are you religious, Quatre?"
"Sometimes ... why?"
"Now would be a good time to pray."
Quatre opened the door and offered the policemen a casual smile,
doing his best to portray innocence and simple curiosity, "May I help
you?"
"May we come in?"
Quatre stepped aside, smiling all the while, "Yes, of course. Please
do." He escorted them into the living room, where Heero sat,
according to plan. Heero did a remarkable job of staring blankly at
the television, then looking over and putting a very convincing
expression of confusion across his face.
Too late, Quatre realized what station the television was on. The
police looked over and saw the news playing, then looked back to
Quatre, who smiled in return. "Is there a problem, officers?"
Heero did an equally performance of shock and mixed grief when the
police informed them that Duo was on the run, having escaped.
Actually, the police filled in a lot of the blanks they didn't know.
Including why Duo had been shot.
Heero made a weak sound of protest in his throat when the police told
them Duo had threatened Doctor Ruini's life. "Do you have any idea
where me might be?"
"We found the car he'd stolen wrapped around a tree not far from
here. The snow's covered up the tracks, but we thought he might have
come here. Have you been home all day?"
Heero nodded.
"If he shows up, we'll be sure to call the proper authorities right
away," Quatre assured them, "especially since he's hurt. Please,
hurry and find him. He needs help."
Heero shot him a look of mixed approval at the performance once the
policemen were heading for the door. No sooner had the door closed
safely behind them that Trowa appeared in the doorway, face grave.
Quatre noticed him there before Heero, who turned a few second later
and paled when he saw the look on Trowa's face.
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Author 's Notes: Ah, the suspense! I've been typing like a madwoman.
Do you think I can get in another full chapter before I head to bed?
It's one in the morning right now. I have at least another three
hours... Chapter fifteen, here I come!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters coming.
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