Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 39 ( Chapter 39 )

Disclaimer: I don't own the G Boys, I just borrow them from time to time and return them a whole lot happier. I do own the plot line and any other characters that appear here that are not in the Gundam Wing Universe; please do not take them without permission. Written for pleasure not profit.

 

Warnings: Angst, sap, fluff, violence, Mpreg.

 

Rating: NC 17

 

Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3, 5xS, HxOC

 

Summary: Sequel to Chimaera. Life in the Maxwell -Yuy household has undergone some big changes when Duo brings Keitaro home from the hospital. Hilde's wedding is approaching and the guys find there's more to this baby business than they thought. Struggling to raise a child, work at Preventer and keep the home happy is certainly a trial for both guys. Add an assassin's threats to prominent government officials' lives and both men find their lives are suddenly changed. Just how far will one go to protect the ones he loves?

 

Dedication: to all my lovely readers out there who enjoyed Chimaera and have since begged, threatened, pleaded, bribed and blackmailed me for a sequel. ^_^

 

 

 

 

"Family Ties"

 

January. 2007 ShenLong

 

 

Chapter 39

 

Une went silent with the news that Agent Summer had given her. She already knew from Heero and Wufei's earlier report that they were pretty sure that Agent Night was the one responsible for the death of the ambassador, but to have it confirmed...

 

Not doubting the evidence at all, it brought mixed reactions in Une. A part of her was relieved that they now knew who the killer was without a doubt, but another small part of her had hoped they would be wrong. With Agent Night still missing, they now had something of a clue to work with and try to locate the missing man. At the very least they knew he was still on earth.

 

“Commander?”

 

Une jerked, realizing the agent was still on the line. “Could you please bring the entire report to my office, Agent Summer? I'll take a look at it now.”

 

“On my way, commander.”

 

Cutting the call, Une leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Yes, it was going to be a very long night indeed.

 

* * *

 

A knock sounded at the door and Wainright nodded to Zaheer to answer it. The burly man did as requested, leaving his work at the laptop and returning moments later with Evans in tow. Wainright looked up at his fellow senator. “Glad you could make it. Did you manage to wipe your computer clean?”

 

“Yes. All files are deleted,” replied Evans and took a seat. “Thank you,” he said to Zaheer as the man handed him a glass of red wine.

 

“There has been a slight change in plans,” Wainright informed his fellow senator.

 

“Oh?”

 

“Zaheer has managed to hack into the laptop that was being used by that infiltrator several days ago, and what he found is most interesting.”

 

“I see.” Evans took a sip of the wine, the alcohol burning a trail down his throat.

 

“The findings have been sent through to the boss and he's advised us there will be a small delay in our leaving the planet.”

 

“What did Zaheer find?” Evans questioned, his curiosity piqued.

 

Wainright nodded to Zaheer and the bodyguard took up the conversation from where he was seated, laptop in front of him.

 

“I hacked into the laptop and traced the hard drive files to find out exactly what this person was up to. We know he was attempting to hack into the files on your computers; specifically the files relating to the colony rebuilding funding.” Zaheer paused, typed a few commands and then continued. “I'm currently tracing the data on the hard drive to try and find out who this guy was working for, where they are and what exactly he was chasing.”

 

“Sounds complicated,” Evans muttered.

 

“It isn't easy,” Zaheer acknowledged. “So far I have managed to trace who this guy was working with and from that information, plus the fact he was trying to gain access to the funding data, I'm certain they were attempting to gather information and then expose the group before we're ready to act.”

 

Evans let go a soft whistle.

 

“Now all I need to do is find them.”

 

Wainright took up the conversation. “The boss wants all the information as soon as we have it, once we know where they're located we will make a detour to pick them up.”

 

“Pick them up?” Evans questioned.

 

“Yes. We will be taking them with us and handing them over to the boss.” Wainright neglected to add they would only be taking those with them that surrendered.

 

Evans paled a little, his mind in overdrive. He wasn't too sure about this.

 

“Don't worry, the boss has already notified others from the faction and they will be collecting the members of this little rebellious group, all we have to do is wait.”

 

“Okay.” He quickly finished his wine.

 

“We will be moving shortly to a safe location where we will remain until Zaheer gets a fix on this group's location. Once they have been persuaded to leave, we will meet up at an old, abandoned military shuttle site. Until that happens, I suggest you relax.” Wainright leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, indicating that the conversation was over for now.

 

Zaheer continued with his tracing, Evans watched the flames dancing in the grate whilst his mind continued to ponder the words that had been spoken.

 

* * *

 

“Dinner,” the voice growled and opened the door to the basement.

 

Duo quickly hid the evidence of his attentions to the window, managing to make it to the chair just as the door opened to admit Murphy. “About time,” he sneered.

 

“Shut your mouth,” Murphy snapped and carried the tray towards the sitting man, a gun held firmly in one hand as the tray balanced precariously in the other. “Take it,” he ordered.

 

Duo reached up and took the tray. “I hope there's something warm on here for my son,” he said sourly.

 

“Think yourselves lucky your getting food,” came the snide reply.

 

Managing to rein in his temper and the urge to kill the man with his bare hands, Duo opted to glare at Murphy instead and ask another question. “The nanny is in a lot of pain with her wrist, since you lot thought it necessary to break that wrist I think it fair you should provide some sort of pain relief for her,” Duo paused and then decided to go for broke in the requests department. “Whilst we're on the topic of relief, any chance of being able to shower? I don't know about your sense of smell, but mine is telling me that all three of us could do with a wash down. I guess asking for a radio would be out of the question? Just a little transistor to listen to some music and pass the time a bit quicker, in case you hadn't noticed, there's only so many things in here that one can play `I Spy' with before it becomes rather repetitive.” Duo knew he was pushing his luck, but it didn't hurt to ask, they couldn't be any worse off than they already were.

 

Murphy glanced at the nanny then back to Duo. “I'll speak to the boss,” he snipped and then exited the room.

 

Sighing, Duo set the tray down and began to investigate the contents. There was a small bowl of baby food for Keitaro. Luke warm at best but better than completely cold. The second plate carried an assortment of sandwiches for himself and Nurse Brown. He passed the plate to the nurse who took a sandwich, then placing the plate back down, Duo picked up the bowl of baby food and began to feed his son.

 

Keitaro had begun to whimper when he smelt the food. He was hungry and wanted feeding now! He didn't understand why his usual routine had been interrupted and thrown into chaos. He was used to being fed at regular intervals, bathed, played with and sleeping at certain times. Now all that had changed and despite his 'mother's' and nanny's best attempts to try and maintain that routine, Keitaro knew there was something 'off'.

 

The spoon reached his little mouth and the infant opened up to receive the food. His face grimaced with the cool meal and he showed his displeasure further by spitting out the mouthful.

 

“Come on, Keitaro. I know it's not exactly warm, but it is food and I need you to eat,” Duo cajoled. It tore him apart to have to feed his son like this and he vowed yet again to make the ones responsible rue the day they ever met him.

 

Another mouthful was rejected before the baby firmly refused to open his mouth for any more of the cool dinner.

 

“Let me try,” the nanny said.

 

Duo sighed. “Sure, but I don't think you're going to have much luck. Personally, I don't blame him, I wouldn't want to eat that stuff cold either.” Duo peered into the bowl as he passed it over to the nanny. “Just what is it anyway?”

 

Margaret took a look. “I think it's beef and vegetables.”

 

“Looks more like brown slop. Never mind eating it cold, I don't think I'd like to eat it at all; hot or cold.” Duo shuddered as a wave of nausea hit him. “I think I'm gonna be sick.”

 

“Please use the chamber pot if you are,” the nurse stated. “I'm not about to clean up after a grown man.”

 

Duo's eyes widened and he gave the nurse a look of disbelief. Fortunately, the nausea passed and Duo picked up a sandwich.

 

Keitaro gave in after a little more protesting and ate his dinner, much to both Duo's and the nanny's relief.

 

A little while later, Murphy returned to collect the empty dishes. He brought with him a thermos filled with hot water and a small container of milk. Silently, he set them down, always keeping his gun trained on one of the three. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a foil strip and tossed it to the bed. “Pain relief,” he muttered and then picked up the tray of dirty dishes. Turning, he began to leave the room, pausing at the doorway to speak once more. “Boss says you can take a shower. The nanny first, then you two.”

 

“The radio?” Duo questioned.

 

“Boss says he'll think about it. I'll be back in ten minutes to take you to shower,” Murphy concluded, looking directly at the nanny before leaving and locking the door again.

 

Once Murphy had gone, Duo picked up the foil packet and read the back of it. “Panadeine Forte,” he read aloud. “At least they're stronger than the panadol I managed to nick for you,” he murmured and handed two of the pills to the nanny.

 

“Thank you,” Margaret replied as she took the pills and swallowed them. Margaret was familiar with the drug, it was a pretty strong pain killer, not as effective as morphine, but worked along similar lines. She hoped it would kick in soon.

 

Knowing that Murphy would be back soon, Duo took the thermos and made the nurse a hot cup of tea. Using more of the water, he fixed a bottle for Keitaro as well and then used the remaining water to make himself a drink. He wondered if their captors would refill the thermos and if not, would he be able to sneak it into the shower and refill with the hot water there? At least it would be better than the cool water they currently had at their disposal.

 

The door opened again and Murphy was back. “Shower,” he snapped at the nanny. “Don't try anything either, if you do then one of these two will suffer for it.”

 

“And how, pray tell, am I supposed to 'do anything' when I am incapacitated?” asked the nurse with a sarcastic edge to her voice as she eased herself off the bed.

 

“Just move it,” Murphy replied and waved the gun about.

 

Nurse Brown exited the basement, Duo watching her go and vowing that the nanny had better return safely or he would not be happy at all.

 

A short while later, Murphy returned with Nurse Brown, the woman seeming to be a little better, the shower having done wonders for her, even if she did have to put on the same clothes.

 

“Your turn,” Murphy ordered. “Don't you even think about trying anything either. You do and the nanny won't have to worry about a broken wrist.”

 

Duo glowered at the man but picked up his son along with a fresh diaper and headed for the stairs.

 

The shower was welcome, even if he did have to juggle a slippery baby as well. Duo managed to wash his son, then sat the infant in the corner of the cubical whilst he scrubbed himself clean. With both of them feeling much better, not to mention fresher, Duo managed to dry them off and redress both of them. Returning to the basement, Duo spotted a fresh thermos of hot water and a small transistor radio. Inwardly, he grinned.

 

* * *

 

Une scrubbed wearily at her eyes. She'd gone through the ESUN report, files and many pages of facts and figures outlining all the deployment of funds for the colony rebuilding scheme. Her head was aching with the large volume of figures that constantly whirled around inside. No matter which way she looked at it, all figures appeared to add up.

 

She reached for the mug and took a sip. “Yuck!” she snapped and made a face at the cold coffee she'd swallowed. Getting up from her desk, she exited the office and went to the small staff room to make a fresh cup. Returning to her desk, she shoved the files aside and picked up the one Agent Summer had brought in relating to the death of the L1 ambassador. Opening it up, she began to scan the pages, taking in as much information as she could before the lines began to blur.

 

* * *

 

“How's it going?” Wufei asked as he appeared in the study with a fresh mug of coffee and set it down beside Heero. He took a seat to the side of the desk, which held Yuy's computer and sipped at his tea.

 

Taking the mug and blowing on the hot contents, Heero turned to face his friend and fellow agent. “I'm making progress,” he announced.

 

“Good,” Wufei replied and rubbed his tired eyes.

 

“Where are Quatre and Trowa?” Heero asked, suddenly aware that the other two men were not around.

 

“They have retired for the evening,” Wufei informed him. “They said to let you know they are using the same room as the last time they stayed and hoped that would be okay with you.”

 

Glancing at the clock, Heero realized with a start just how late it was. “That is fine. I'm sorry, I didn't realize the time, you should get some sleep too, Chang.”

 

“I will retire when you do,” Wufei replied, well aware that Heero wouldn't rest at all if given half a chance.

 

With a sigh, Heero knew he had to take a break, even he couldn't function fully without some rest. Although he wasn't sleeping properly at all with Duo and Keitaro missing, a couple of hours rest snatched here and there would be enough to keep his body and mind working okay. Once he had his husband and son safely back then he could sleep.

 

The computer gave a soft beep and Heero's head swiveled back, eyes scanning the screen quickly.

 

“What is it?” Wufei asked.

 

“We're in,” Heero replied and began to type commands into the computer.

 

“In?”

 

“Hai. I've managed to get into the ESUN database.”

 

All thoughts of sleep quickly exited both agents' minds. Wufei pulled his chair closer. “Now what?”

 

“Now I intend to follow the tracks left behind by that guy that was hacking into the files.”

 

“But I thought you were trying to find out where that missing funding was located,” Wufei said, clearly a little confused by the change in tactics.

 

“As Duo would say, I have a gut feeling about this, Chang. I'm positive that this guy, who was murdered, Duo, Keitaro and the nanny's disappearance along with the dead ambassador and the demands for funding are all linked together. If I can trace what this guy was up to, then the chances are we will have the pieces to the rest of the puzzle.”

 

“What can I do to help?”

 

“Fetch more coffee?”

 

Wufei snorted.

 

* * *

 

Once Duo was sure that Murphy had left the basement and gone back up the stairs, he made a beeline for the radio. Picking up the small unit, he turned it over in his hands and studied it intently.

 

“It's a radio, Duo,” the nurse said, her tone amused as she watched the young man. The Panadeine Forte had started to work and she was feeling pleasantly numb. The tablets were certainly a lot stronger than the panadol she had been taking.

 

“I know that,” Duo replied, his attention still on the small contraption. He turned it on and fiddled with the dial, finding a station and leaving it there for a moment.

 

“Is there a more specific reason why you wanted a radio other than to listen to music or the news?” the nurse questioned.

 

“Actually, there is,” came the absent reply. Duo set the radio down and began to hunt about the basement.

 

“Are you looking for something specific? Anything I can help with?”

 

“I need something I can use like a screwdriver.”

 

“Ah.” Why Duo would want a screwdriver, the nurse had no clue. “Are you planning on enlightening me further?”

 

Continuing in his hunt for something usable, Duo replied. “I'm hoping I can get inside that radio.”

 

“What for?”

 

Duo paused in his hunt for a moment. “Inside that radio are wires and circuits. If I can get inside, I'm pretty sure I can rewire it. If it has the right sort of wires and circuits I plan on altering it and sending out a signal.”

 

“You can do that?” Margaret's eyes widened.

 

“In theory it should work, but in practice? That I can only try.”

 

“Diaper pins.”

 

“Pardon?” Duo looked up at the nurse.

 

“Diaper pins,” the nurse repeated. “Would they be of any use? There are a couple in Keitaro's bag.”

 

Grabbing the baby bag, Duo began to search through it and soon located three diaper safety pins. He held them up and studied them closely. “You know, they just might work.”

 

“I hope so. Pass me the bottle, please. Keitaro's getting a little hungry and it's time he went to sleep.”

 

Setting the pins down, Duo picked up the baby bottle and handed it over. “Do you want me to change him first?”

 

“He's fine, still dry at the moment.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Margaret settled the child against her side so he was slightly upright, then she began to feed him the bottle.

 

Seeing his son was taken care of and the nanny appeared to have everything under control, Duo picked up the pins and radio, carrying them to the small table in the room and set about trying to pull the contraption apart.

 

* * *

 

Nolen flicked the coin over and caught it, fiddled with it for a moment, then flicked it over again. Duric lit a cigarette, drawing the smoke in and then exhaling. The clock ticked on the wall as each man stared off into space. Finally, Duric broke the silence.

 

“How is Farrow doing with his hacking?”Nolen looked up and it took him a moment for his brain to catch up. Once he acknowledged Duric's words, he replied. “Not good. He's nowhere near as smart as Cropp was, but the ESUN have since put in further security. He would eventually crack it, but for now it has him beaten and it will take far too long for him to do so; we don't have that sort of time.”

 

“Are you going to contact them again?”

 

“I gave them forty-eight hours. I will contact them after twenty-four and see what progress has been made.”

 

“And what if they don't comply?” Duric flicked the ash into the ashtray.

 

“The we go ahead with the second part of the plan and take out another representative.”

 

“Who would be next?”

 

Pausing for a moment, Nolen pondered the coin in his hand, finally flipping it, catching and then staring at the result. He raised his eyes to meet Duric's. “The L3 ambassador.”

 

Duric grunted. “And if they still don't listen?”

 

“Then we will go even higher.”

 

Duric crushed the cigarette in the ashtray. “Higher?”

 

“Relena Peacecraft.”

 

~ * ~

 

tbc...