Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ How Could You? ❯ Chapter 2
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By: natascha 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 404 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.12.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 404 | Status: Completed
~Heero POV~
I move up to the room I share with Duo, somewhat bemused. What caused their odd behavior? It has to have been more than my unannouced solo mission. They should be well aware by now that either I can take care of the mission or I won't come back. Quatre sobbing isn't really a surprise, he's the most emotional of us. Trowa would be upset if Quatre was upset, but it seemed like more than that. And Wufei...he rants, but he rarely loses control of himself like that. I feel a scowl come to my face.
I contemplate the one missing pilot. Duo. I'm surprised he wasn't down in the kitchen upset with the others. He's often worried about me, even if he tries to hide it. Even as I push open the door, I know he isn't there. Duo has a way of filling a room. And he also has a way of making himself invisible. I haven't figured it out yet, except that it's something he must have learned on L2. The doctors certainly don't know how he does it.
I see the state of the room, and some glimmer of understanding flashes through my mind. Then I see the blood, and I start to worry. Something has happened to Duo. Duo is good, but he still needs help, and given the signs of struggle and the amount of blood, he definitely needs it this time. I go to the lap top and start a search, waiting with motionless impatience for the results. Dr. J never cared for fidgeting.
A flag pops up on the screen. It wasn't what I expected, which worries me further, but I seriously doubt that there's sufficient time to make a proper plan. As Duo would say, I'll have to wing it.
~Wufei POV~
Justice is cold company. And she certainly doesn't say much. I've been sitting here, trying to meditate, staring up at Nataku. She has been only mildly helpful. Helpful only in that I'm sure now that Yuy would not hurt Maxwell. They are partners, they watch each other's back, they fight side by side, and share rooms in the various houses we use. I bury the sliver of jealousy I feel. And deeply. Now is not a time to let my feelings get in the way. I let them do that earlier, rather than trying to figure out where Maxwell was. Focus. Yes, they might have scuffles, but they've never seriously hurt each other before. I don't think that would change now.
Looking up at the metal face of Nataku, I'm not happy with the conclusion that comes to mind. If OZ had taken Maxwell, they could have taken the rest of us, and the Gundams too. So it could not have been OZ. But who else would want him, but would also take the care not to reveal the rest of us?
Footsteps ring through the hangar and I turn my head. Yuy, moving with a purpose. But then, when does he not move with a purpose? I rise to my feet. He knows something. "Yuy!"
He freezes, then turns to face me, but he doesn't speak. Always economical with words. I resist the urge to shake my head. "Where are you going?"
"To rescue Duo." I can see worry in those eyes, in the frown that lowers his eyebrows.
"If you are worried, then you need backup. I'll come with you." I refuse to leave Maxwell in the grips of whoever's taken him. The enemy you do not know is more dangerous than the one you do know.
"Wufei..."
I turn back to him, merely raising an eyebrow.
For a moment, I think he actually flushes. "Thank you."
~Duo POV~
The cell is still grey. I guess willing it to change doesn't do a whole lot. But concentrating on the grey distracts me from the pain. Even thinking about it jerks me back to agony I've been trying to pretend isn't there. I hurt, and where I don't hurt, I ache.
Sweet Jesus, but the men that Relena and Dorothy hired are talented. The damage isn't life-threatening, or even permament...I think.
At least there are certain lines that they aren't crossing. One of the ladies apparently still has some moral compunctions. Although I'd never have thought so before, I think it must be Dorothy. I think Relena's gone off the deep end. Must run in the family, 'cause Zechs is as mad as a hatter. Alice in Wonderland, through the looking glass. Wish I could just wake up and be gone from here. But how? Maybe I should just click my heels together three times...damn, wrong story.
I chuckle, then instantly regret it. God, I hurt.
"I'm glad you have something to laugh about."
Shit, I missed her come in. Dorothy. I don't sit up, but aim a grin her direction. "I think I have you to thank for that. Forgive that I don't get up."
"No apologies necessary." Dorothy rubs her hands together. I've never seen her nervous before.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Might as well try to figure out what she wants.
"Still polite, even after this. In some ways you have so much more class than any of us would give you credit for."
For a moment, I'm flattered, despite myself. "Than Relena would give me credit for, you mean. Why did she take me?" I watch her, hoping that she'll give something away with her face.
"To punish you, or discredit you...I'm not quite sure. She wants you away from Heero, thinks you're a bad influence on him."
I laugh again, but humorlessly this time, one hand clutching my side. "Heero is influenced by no one but Dr. J. The rest of us are just temporary allies."
"And you think of him as your friend." A statement, not a question. What does she want?
"Of course. And he thinks...hell, let's be honest, I hope that he thinks of me the same way." Something must have shown in my eyes, because Dorothy's eyes soften.
"Well...I figure he'll prove his friendship soon enough." With that cryptic statement, Dorothy turned away with a swirl of blonde hair. I can only think of one thing she could mean, that Heero's on his way to rescue me. Well, I can hope, at least. Hope is a good pain killer.
~End Part 2~
I move up to the room I share with Duo, somewhat bemused. What caused their odd behavior? It has to have been more than my unannouced solo mission. They should be well aware by now that either I can take care of the mission or I won't come back. Quatre sobbing isn't really a surprise, he's the most emotional of us. Trowa would be upset if Quatre was upset, but it seemed like more than that. And Wufei...he rants, but he rarely loses control of himself like that. I feel a scowl come to my face.
I contemplate the one missing pilot. Duo. I'm surprised he wasn't down in the kitchen upset with the others. He's often worried about me, even if he tries to hide it. Even as I push open the door, I know he isn't there. Duo has a way of filling a room. And he also has a way of making himself invisible. I haven't figured it out yet, except that it's something he must have learned on L2. The doctors certainly don't know how he does it.
I see the state of the room, and some glimmer of understanding flashes through my mind. Then I see the blood, and I start to worry. Something has happened to Duo. Duo is good, but he still needs help, and given the signs of struggle and the amount of blood, he definitely needs it this time. I go to the lap top and start a search, waiting with motionless impatience for the results. Dr. J never cared for fidgeting.
A flag pops up on the screen. It wasn't what I expected, which worries me further, but I seriously doubt that there's sufficient time to make a proper plan. As Duo would say, I'll have to wing it.
~Wufei POV~
Justice is cold company. And she certainly doesn't say much. I've been sitting here, trying to meditate, staring up at Nataku. She has been only mildly helpful. Helpful only in that I'm sure now that Yuy would not hurt Maxwell. They are partners, they watch each other's back, they fight side by side, and share rooms in the various houses we use. I bury the sliver of jealousy I feel. And deeply. Now is not a time to let my feelings get in the way. I let them do that earlier, rather than trying to figure out where Maxwell was. Focus. Yes, they might have scuffles, but they've never seriously hurt each other before. I don't think that would change now.
Looking up at the metal face of Nataku, I'm not happy with the conclusion that comes to mind. If OZ had taken Maxwell, they could have taken the rest of us, and the Gundams too. So it could not have been OZ. But who else would want him, but would also take the care not to reveal the rest of us?
Footsteps ring through the hangar and I turn my head. Yuy, moving with a purpose. But then, when does he not move with a purpose? I rise to my feet. He knows something. "Yuy!"
He freezes, then turns to face me, but he doesn't speak. Always economical with words. I resist the urge to shake my head. "Where are you going?"
"To rescue Duo." I can see worry in those eyes, in the frown that lowers his eyebrows.
"If you are worried, then you need backup. I'll come with you." I refuse to leave Maxwell in the grips of whoever's taken him. The enemy you do not know is more dangerous than the one you do know.
"Wufei..."
I turn back to him, merely raising an eyebrow.
For a moment, I think he actually flushes. "Thank you."
~Duo POV~
The cell is still grey. I guess willing it to change doesn't do a whole lot. But concentrating on the grey distracts me from the pain. Even thinking about it jerks me back to agony I've been trying to pretend isn't there. I hurt, and where I don't hurt, I ache.
Sweet Jesus, but the men that Relena and Dorothy hired are talented. The damage isn't life-threatening, or even permament...I think.
At least there are certain lines that they aren't crossing. One of the ladies apparently still has some moral compunctions. Although I'd never have thought so before, I think it must be Dorothy. I think Relena's gone off the deep end. Must run in the family, 'cause Zechs is as mad as a hatter. Alice in Wonderland, through the looking glass. Wish I could just wake up and be gone from here. But how? Maybe I should just click my heels together three times...damn, wrong story.
I chuckle, then instantly regret it. God, I hurt.
"I'm glad you have something to laugh about."
Shit, I missed her come in. Dorothy. I don't sit up, but aim a grin her direction. "I think I have you to thank for that. Forgive that I don't get up."
"No apologies necessary." Dorothy rubs her hands together. I've never seen her nervous before.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Might as well try to figure out what she wants.
"Still polite, even after this. In some ways you have so much more class than any of us would give you credit for."
For a moment, I'm flattered, despite myself. "Than Relena would give me credit for, you mean. Why did she take me?" I watch her, hoping that she'll give something away with her face.
"To punish you, or discredit you...I'm not quite sure. She wants you away from Heero, thinks you're a bad influence on him."
I laugh again, but humorlessly this time, one hand clutching my side. "Heero is influenced by no one but Dr. J. The rest of us are just temporary allies."
"And you think of him as your friend." A statement, not a question. What does she want?
"Of course. And he thinks...hell, let's be honest, I hope that he thinks of me the same way." Something must have shown in my eyes, because Dorothy's eyes soften.
"Well...I figure he'll prove his friendship soon enough." With that cryptic statement, Dorothy turned away with a swirl of blonde hair. I can only think of one thing she could mean, that Heero's on his way to rescue me. Well, I can hope, at least. Hope is a good pain killer.
~End Part 2~