Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Mistaken Words ❯ Clinging to the Edge ( Chapter 24 )

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Mistaken Words

Thanks to neekabe I'm sorry I couldn't show the readers how good you are by having this chapter out early.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Clinging To the Edge

Sally made her way back to her rooms without stopping for anything or anyone. She did not want to see the world around her, and she most certainly didn't want them to see her. Dropping down into one of her leather chairs Sally pressed her face into her hands trying to block out the emotions that were assaulting her, after her confrontation with John. I haven't done anything wrong she tried to convince herself, without much success. He's been through worse, he isn't even that bad off! He deserves a taste of the pain he's caused!

Yet despite all her efforts that little voice of reason would not be silenced, and though small as it was, it carried with it a heavy barrage of knife-sharp emotions. They clung to her like burrs, throwing into question all that she had done thus far concerning the traitor. Sally knew she needed to be firm, had to be fully decided on where she stood in regard to Heero, there could be no weakness on her part. Massaging at her face with the tips of her fingers Sally tried to ease the tension this meeting with John had brought on. But it was not just him that had strung out her nerves, it was everything that had happened during these past few days; all the talk on what to do with the traitor, the pointless arguments. All that stress and bickering without coming any closer to a solution.

Sighing tiredly, Sally came to her feet and padded silently into her spacious bathroom. For a time she simply stared at her reflection in the mirror, bracing herself against the sink. The woman in the mirror glared disapprovingly at Sally her eyes boring accusatory holes into Sally's mind. You're a doctor, how could you treat a patient like this?!

"He's not that bad off!" Sally threw back to her reflection; the words sounding hollow to her ears.

That doesn't matter. Have you forgotten your oath?

Sally's mind flashed to the very oath she had sworn when becoming a doctor: to help those in need. Her hands began to shake, and Sally wrenched the cold water tap sending the clear liquid splashing down into the sink. "He discarded his rights when he tried to destroy the peace!" her voice wanted to tremble right along with her hand but she wouldn't allow it.

This is not the way to treat a prisoner of war! the reflection sneered, not about the back down from this fight.

Scouring her memories for all the times Sally had witnessed Yuy do the impossible, her mind came to a stop on the first time she had ever lain eyes upon him. He had been brought in unconscious, totally soaked and bleeding from three fresh bullet wounds. But that was only the beginning list of his problems. That had become clear shortly after first bringing him into a holding room much like the one he now occupied. Somehow Heero Yuy had sustained more injuries that a simple visual sweep could detect, injuries that should have left any other person bed ridden for near a month. But he had still managed to escape with those injuries, inflicting further upon himself in the effort. Why then should she be worried now? They had not even stopped his bleeding back then, and she had done that here. What really was so wrong with how she was approaching this sistuation?

Sally sent her own sneer in the direction of the mirror, her confidence returning to assure her that the path she had chosen was, for the moment, the right course to take. She didn't care if that voice agreed or not, she wasn't going to listen to its accusations any longer. Bending forwards Sally gathered some of the ice cold water into her hands and splashed it upon her face. As she straightened to look herself over in the mirror, she was pleased to find her own neutral face staring back at her. Nodding in satisfaction Sally walked from the bathroom, shutting off the lights as she did, and made her way to bed, wanting to get a good nights sleep before the debate continued tomorrow.

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The climb from the pit of blackness seemed to take far more effort that Heero last remembered. For a time he wondered why he even tried, but by then he had already made it to the point where he could sense someone near to him. And once that happened it was too late; he couldn't just let himself slip away. Despite his condition, his instincts were still strong, and they wanted to know who was around him. His sense of hearing was the first to awaken, but for some odd reason it seemed muffled to him, and sounds that should have been distinguishable were now little more than whispers around him. Heero tried to open his eyes but found something had been bound across them, and suddenly panic set in.

Heero's heart leaped into his throat pounding at a rate that hurt, despite his efforts to remain calm. He somehow managed to keep his breathing from turning ragged but that was due in part to the pain he knew gasping would cause. He tired to resist the urge to twist his head as much as he could hoping that angling his hearing differently might give him a better idea as to where Luc was in the room. In the near silent blackness that surrounded Heero the attack came out of nowhere; slapping him across the top of his head. It was hardly something that Heero would have even blinked at, at any other time—not that at another time he would have even let it happen—but the fact that he couldn't see it coming or do anything to stop it, made if far worse.

His entire body jerked with the attack, and pain lanced through him because of it. Unbidden, a groan escaped his cracked lips. A laugh was his response and Heero thought it came from his right. The fact that the doctor was apparently hovering over his most injured side made Heero all the more tense. "Now this is a pleasant situation isn't it?" Luc's voice sounded disturbingly jovial, and it grated harshly against Heero's already strung out nerves. "We'll have lost of fun today!" the doctor punctuated his words with another slap to Heero's defenceless head.

Slowly, despite his best efforts and all the concentration he could muster, Heero's true reaction to the continuing and unpredictable attacks began to come out. His breathing began to grow ragged as his head twisted trying to see Luc through any means possible. His body screaming at him in pain and his instincts demanding he do something to stop this. A thousand different defensive moves flashed through Heero's pain ridden mind but not a one of them was a possibility, even were he free, he was still unable to move. A huge void opened up within Heero as the true understanding of his helplessness began to sink in, to fully let him realise just how little he could do, how vulnerable he really was.

There was no escape for him, not even into unconsciousness, not unless Luc managed to discover his body's limit as he did the day before. Heero could not let himself slip not when he wasn't safe. His training simply wouldn't allow it no matter how exhausted he was or how much easier it might be. The muffled sound of Luc's footsteps cut through Heero's fogged mind, and he tried to track their progress, focusing all available energy on following the other man's movements. Luc seemed to come to a stop near Heero's right side, and despite himself he tensed again, anticipating the pain that Luc could cause from there. So it was a shock when nothing came of it right away. However Heero wasn't about to let himself relax because of that, and he was soon given reason to be far more stressed than he already was. Luc's hand pressed rather lightly against his side but it was not just skin on skin, there was something in between.

Heero found himself holding his breath for a brief moment before the pain finally hit; the electrode jolted his side, causing muscles to clench and agony to follow. Slowly it spread through the rest of his body, and Heero felt himself slipping back towards the blackness. But Luc had learned from the first day, he knew now how far to push Heero, and he quickly let up. For long moments Heero could do nothing but pant softly for breath waiting for the pain to recede a little. This was going to be an interminably long day. He didn't even know what time it was now, or how much longer he might have to contend with this pain.

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John sat on the edge of his king size bed, elbows on knees, head in hands. He had been seated like that for some time, his mind to shocked by events of the previous night to actually let him get any sleep. And he wanted to sleep, so that he could be there, fully alert for the boy in case he needed him after another day at the hands of Luc. It tore John up inside to know that other doctor could very well be torturing Heero at that very moment, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He felt truly helpless, and angry to the point where it nearly blinded him. John had done his best to shield this from his family, he didn't want them worrying overly much about his work, besides it wasn't like there was anything they could really do to help in the situation.

He pulled both hands through his grey hair and sighed, eyes falling tiredly closed, only to be met with the image of Heero's broken body. Shuddering John drew in a shaking breath. He shouldn't be letting this happen, he should have found a way to put a stop to all this. But what could he possibly do? There was no way for him to remove Heero from the room, nor was he competent enough to find a way to loop the cameras so he could actually do something useful for the boy. Yet even then what he did would be discovered…he felt truly worthless, and it was that sinking gnawing feeling of guilt that was going to make sleep most difficult.

"What's the matter love, you should be asleep," Merrian's soft voice broke through John's dark thoughts, and he lifted his head from his hands enough to glance her way, with what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

"I just have a lot on my mind right now…that's all," he said with a sigh, watching through the corner of one eye as Merrian moved to take a seat further up the bed. Once she had positioned herself, John lay back, his head resting comfortably in her lap.

She smiled down at him; her lined face looking as beautiful to him as it had the first day he had caught sight of her, so many wonderful years ago. "Would you like to talk about it? I might be able to help," Merrian ran her fingers gently through his hair, an action that immediately had a calming effect on John's whole body.

"I'm sure how much I can say…" he really wished he could discuss it with his wife, after all she was his better half and always managed to see his problems through a different light. But this was sensitive information he was dealing with here. There was a reason no one had announced to the world that Heero Yuy had finally been caught.

"Well just say what you can. I understand how these situations go, and you may find it still helps." Her hands moved away from his hair to slip into the half opened collar of his shirt, so she could gently massage his shoulders.

For a moment John let his eyes fall closed, almost loosing himself in the all too familiar feel of his wife's hands. Yet the peaceful moment was not to last, as an image of Heero's face flashed into his mind, and John's body jerked. Merrian's hands halted for a second before continuing once more, if his wife was anything it was certainly patient. Opening his eyes John focused his vision on the ceiling, but he wasn't really looking at it. "The patient Sally asked me to look after is just a boy…I can't believe he's any older than Jason, he might even be younger…" Jason was John's youngest son, he was going to be twenty in a few days.

"This seems an odd set up, why would she need you particularly during the night to watch over this boy? There are hundreds of doctors there who work the night shift regularly, what makes this boy so special?" The slight undertone in her voice clearly told John that while Merrian did indeed want to hear everything he could tell her, she was still not pleased that he had agreed to take on this job.

John sighed rubbing at his eyes with a hand, "The boy's special, no one outside of a select group even know he's there, and that's the way Sally wants to keep it."

"I see…" Merrian said by way of asking for more.

"It's the condition he's in, Merrian, his wounds only have field dressings on them!" John sat up suddenly no longer able to just lie there, he twisted to face his wife, her expression was one of confusion.

"That's not like Sally could there be something she hasn't told you about all this?"

The old doctor shook his head sadly, "I'm not even sure, but I was told on the first night I was to watch only, nothing more…Merrian you should have seen him. He's emaciated, I'm not sure what was done to him to get him into this condition, but if he remains here much longer he may not make it."

"This is horrible! I've never known Sally to be so callous, what's got into her?" Merrian reached out to rest her hand on John's trying to be as comforting as possible.

"Well there is a history between them," John replied slowly, "But even that's not enough to warrant such behaviour. And this isn't even the worst of it," he watched as his wife's features drew up in shock. "The man Sally has watching the boy during the day is getting his fun out of torturing him."

A hand flew to Merrian's mouth, "That's horrible!"

Merrian seemed to notice his sudden distress as she pulled him into her arms. Her embrace was a welcomed warmth to John slightly shaking body, "I want to help him, but I'm powerless."

John's eyes fell closed again, as he silently prayed Heero would make it through the day, that he would be alright, that Luc was just doing his job. In his mind John saw Heero as he first had two nights before, his unfocused eyes near wild with fright. "It's his eyes Merrian…" John began slowly still not opening his eyes, "I can't forget them…they're like nothing I've ever seen before." He felt himself free falling down a broken path; he had been taught and trained not to become attached to a patient, but that had simply not been an option where Heero was concerned.

"John, I wish I could assure you that this will all work out in the end…" Merrian spoke in soft gentle tones, her lips right beside his ear. "Just know that what you are doing must mean a great deal to this boy," she kissed the side of his head. "But you aren't going to be able to help him if you don't get enough sleep."

John offered his wife a weak smile, "I'm sorry I laid all that on you."

"No John, that's why I'm here, why we're together. We've always helped each other to sleep through the night." She guided his tired body down to the bed, and together they lay in the dimly lit room, with her arm draped over his side John found the comfort and warmth he needed to give himself over to sleep. He was going to be there for Heero through it all, not matter what came of it.

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Duo paced the length of the conference room. It was only six steps with his long stride, but he continued back and forth despite the glares he received from the others. He just couldn't hope to remain still, not with how he was feeling. Duo wanted to lash out at something, use his hands and his body to destroy. It didn't matter what, anything would do if it helped relieve the rage that had been boiling inside of him for days now. At first he had found comfort in its fiery embrace, it overpowered the hurt feelings of betrayal that had been gnawing at him for three years. Now however the rage was almost becoming too much. He almost feared at times he'd fall into the red light, and that would be the end, no one would be able to stop him.

They had all gathered once more. This time in a conference room instead of Une's office, but with both Quatre and Zechs being public figures finding a time where they could all be together without drawing attention was not the easiest thing to do. And besides that fact, they also had to work around Relena's schedule—so all the pilots could be present—though hers was not nearly so busy as it had once been. Trowa, Wufei, Sally, and Une all were seated about the table either sitting in silence or softly discussing the matter at hand. They expected Zechs and Quatre would be able to join them shortly, then the actual debate would begin.

Duo still couldn't see what there was to debate; for him there was only one out come to all of this, and that was for Yuy to pay the price his actions deserved. It was true Heero's hadn't killed her, but the attempt in itself was enough, and more so that his action could have destroyed the peace. The peace, that was something Heero had said they had finally achieved. He had promised Duo they would give as much to keep as they had to win. So what had made him change his mind? Why couldn't he simply be happy now that the rest of the world was? Why had he had to try and destroy it all?

Heero's broken promise cut Duo the deepest. Yes they still had peace, but it was far more tentative now than it had been before that day. They all knew what it was like to live through war, had all lost loved ones through it. What he couldn't understand was why Yuy wanted that, to go back to those days. He had told Relena at the end of the war that he'd never kill again, had that been a lie? Had all the time they spent together been nothing more than him using them and patiently waiting for the right opportunity to strike? How had they all been so blind? For a while there Duo had thought himself the closest to Heero, so why hadn't Yuy come to him if he was having problems? It was because of this that Duo felt as though he carried part of the blame for what happened.

He wasn't about to let his emotions override the fact that the last thing any of them wanted was another war. However if that was what Yuy insisted on having, then they'd give it to him, they'd let him live as they all had lived during such times. There were no second chances now, no luxuries, no respite, no mercy.

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Luc glanced up from where he had been relaxing with a cup of coffee near the edge of the monitoring station. He took a sip of the still steaming brew as his eyes overlooked Yuy's thin form. He felt the day had gone rather well so far, Heero's nerves were obviously strung out over not being able to see where Luc was in the room, and not being able to predict when the next attack would come. However the fact that he couldn't see didn't seem to stop the boy from somehow managing to follow Luc's movements about the room with some degree of accuracy. It wasn't like Luc thought Heero would be able to pinpoint where he actually was; but there was always a slight twitch of his head in Luc's general direction no matter how quietly Luc moved.

Yet it all still didn't feel like enough. He had yet to make the traitor truly pay for his crimes against Relena. The mere thought of her stirred a torrent or emotions with in him, bitterness and jealousy towards the broken man lying before him. How she could possibly still want to be around him Luc didn't think he'd ever understand. He also felt hurt and betrayal at having been used by Relena, that was after all, the only possiable reason for her actions. He had given himself entirely to her when all she could see was Yuy, a man who tired to take her life.

Draining the last of his mug, Luc put it down and came to his feet, walking on silent feet to stand at the foot of the table. Heero's head had fallen to the side his covered eyes trying to watch where Luc had been previously seated. His head came up now, so it appeared he was looking at Luc. The doctor felt a spark of frustration at this, but the slight hitch in Heero's breathing, and the tensing of his muscles was enough to banish the emotion. The traitor was nervous. For several minutes Luc did nothing but look Yuy over his eyes passing without much interest over his injuries before coming to rest upon the IV that was feeding fluids into Heero's body. Or at least it had been, the bag was now empty.

He considered ignoring the bag and simply continue on with his day, but he thought Heero might better be able to retain consciousness if he were hydrated. So he walked back over to the desk debating whether or not he should ask Sally first, it was her call, and if she chose to refuse him perhaps he'd be able to use that against Heero. With his decision made Luc made his way over to the vid-phone and quickly dialled the number to Sally's office. He was greeted almost instantly with the face of Sally's secretary.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" she asked pleasantly.

"Could you patch me through to Sally?" Luc inquired glancing back over his shoulder at Yuy's form, besides occasional groans of pain the Japanese man had yet to speak.

"She's not in her office sir, Dr Po is actually in the middle of a meeting right now," the secretary responded smoothly.

"Ah I see," he breathed in return, "Would you be able to tell me where this meeting is?"

"I believe it's on the twelve floor, conference room B."

"Thank you very much," he said just before terminating the connection.

With one last glance Yuy's way Luc moved towards the door with the intention of going personally to this meeting to discover what Sally wanted done now, and perhaps to get a feel for what decision the others were reaching. He hoped they'd choose death, not that he wasn't having his fun now, but perhaps with Yuy entirely out of the picture Relena might wake up and see he was clearly the better choice. Without a second thought Luc walked from the room locking the door behind him.

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Zechs and Quatre had joined the now heated discussion only twenty minutes ago, but to Trowa's eyes and ears this conversation was going absolutely nowhere fast. What could they really do though but rehash old ideas? It was highly unlikely they would ever all be able to agree on something, not unless something new was offered, but as matters stood Trowa couldn't think of anything that was even half way feasible. He didn't doubt that everyone here wanted to see Yuy punished in one way or another, even Wufei who was the most vocal against just killing Heero straight off.

It wasn't just that Heero had tried to kill Relena and in doing so threw the peace into jeopardy. It was the fact that Heero had gained each and everyone's trust, and above all that Relena's heart, that had to have meant something to him. They had all been positive that he was truly in love with her, and that he had been a brother they could all trust and rely upon. But he had deceived them all. Heero had tossed it all aside as though it meant nothing, like Relena's love hadn't meant a thing to him, hadn't dragged him back from the brink on more than one occasion. How could he not be punished for this? For using countless people like they were nothing more than pawns in his game? Not even for a moment had Trowa thought Heero could be so utterly callous.

Trowa's sharp ears caught the sound of a tentative knock upon the door, and since he was standing closest too it he moved to answer, absently noting that although the debate did not cease, it did move to a near whisper. Looking out into the hallway Trowa was rather surprised to see Luc waiting, an impatient look plastered upon his face. "Yes?" the taller man asked, barely concealing the contempt from his voice. He had thought Luc was a good man for Relena to be seeing but after talking to Wufei and discovering a bit of the doctor's true character, he had decided first impressions can be misleading.

"I need to speak to Sally, if she has a moment," the doctor replied, the tension between them solid enough to cut with a knife.

"Come in," Trowa stepped aside and closed the door behind him. It was interesting to watch the conversation's volume grow without anyone really seeming to look in their direction, but the sheer fact that Trowa let the newcomer in meant that whoever it was must know about what was going on.

"…the drug he's on Adnolprina-whatever, is there any way to use that against him?" Duo asked his voice sounding strained like it was an effort to contain himself. Somehow he managed to have seated himself, though he looked about ready to jump up and start pacing again.

There was a moments consideration by the others seated at the table, "The drug doesn't mix well with Tylenol, the reaction can be fatal," Sally informed everyone calmly.

Wufei immediately began shaking his head at this but wasn't given a moment to actually speak his displeasure before Une was doing just that. "I don't like it, word could still get out about that, it would be rather hard to tell the press that yes we were aware of the drug, and it's side effects before we gave him the Tylenol."

All eyes in the room then turned to were Trowa stood along side Luc who's face had been made carefully unreadable as he waited in silence for a moment to speak with Sally. "What are you doing here Luc?" Sally was the first to speak, her expression far from pleased.

"His IV ran out I wanted to know if you wanted me to set him up with another…" Luc responded easily not at all put off by the hostility within the room.

"Yes of course," Sally waved him off not really appearing to care more just wanting to get back to the matter at hand.

Luc didn't wait around for anything else to be said before he walked from the room, with Wufei's eyes following close behind him Trowa noted. With that problem solved Trowa once more moved back to his spot against the wall and leaned back, preparing himself for the headache this was bound to cause.

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A wide smile spread across Luc's face as the conference room door closed behind him, and he made to head back the way he had come. That little bit of conversation had given him more information than he could ever hope for. There was no question now what he was going to do when he got back to the room. It amazed him even that he had not thought of this sooner, he knew the information on the drug just as well as Sally. So why this had never occurred to him before was a mystery.

Luc rode the elevator down to the floor Heero was being held on, humming a soft tune to himself the whole way. He received more than one smile from the people he passed seeming to take his eager anticipation for a general good mood. Luc nodded without really looking at who he was acknowledging, his stride lengthening. He wanted to make it back to Yuy's room as quickly as possiable.

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Heero lay surrounded by the deep silence of the room, he had heard muffled bits of Luc's conversation across the room, and the distinctive sound of the door opening. Luc had left. Yet he would not for a second allow himself to relax and believe that he was actually alone. What if it had all been some elaborate ploy to get Heero to drop his guard? He wasn't about to let Luc win, but he did take the silence and lack of sneak attacks to try and gather together his strung out nerves. He didn't want to be jumping at every little sound, in his mind Heero could practically see the smile plastered on Luc's face because of that.

His warrior's instincts were screaming at him almost non-stop, and that's what made lying still so difficult. Each little noise in the room was enough for his body to try and react. Frustration whelled up from within him, directed at himself and the situation he was in. Was there really any way out? Would any of them listen to him if he tried to explain his side of the story? Heero was fairly sure if he tried they wouldn't listen, and why should they with all he had led them to believe.

Heero shook his head slightly, there was no point in torturing himself with matters he couldn't change now. What was important was trying to stay alive in case an opportunity to explain his side of the story did come along. The sound of the door opening at the other end of the room, caused Heero's body to jump, and his well ordered thoughts to scatter. Luc was back, and that meant the attack could come from anywhere. Suddenly his senses were on full alert straining to hear anything that would tell him where Luc was in the room at the moment. His head twisted slightly when he felt he had found the general area, and then he waited, expecting the attack at any time.

When it did not come Heero wondered if he had been mistaken about it all, had he really heard the door opening? Was there even someone in the room? Or was his pain ridden mind just playing tricks on him? The distinctive `click' of a shoe heel just off to his right caused Heero's body to jerk despite himself. "I see you missed me," Luc sneered, and Heero readied himself for the strike, but still it didn't come. He felt something tug lightly at his right arm, and he remembered that's where the IV had been inserted. Heero's body grew tense once more as he wondered what it was Luc possibly be planing to do with his IV.

The muffled footsteps moved away, and Heero strained to hear what was going on, but it was a hopeless endeavour. He was shut away from the actual happenings around him, left only to wonder at noises he might never have paid attention to with his eyes uncovered. Heero tried to gauge how long it took Luc to come back over to him, but it was difficult as his mind didn't want to focus for an extended length of time. The former pilot let his head fall towards the right side of his body as he heard the steps finally return, and once more there was a slight tug at the IV line. He could feel Luc's eyes staring down at him, and for some reason Heero was pretty sure there must have been a smug smile upon his face. Even with his eyes covered Heero could sense the air of self-satisfaction that emanated from the doctor. Weariness instantly took over Heero's body, as he highly doubted Luc was the type to be proud of himself for simply switching an IV bag.

The question now was, what had Luc put in the bag? For the moment Heero still felt the same, which wasn't great, but then again he hadn't been hooked up to the IV long enough yet to feel any effects of what Luc may have put in there. Heero flinched violently with the force of Luc's attack, though it was yet again little more than a slap. Luc's laughter grated upon every strung out nerve, and Heero could feel himself begin to slip, as the panic threatened to over take him again, and he wished he knew what time it was, how much longer he'd have to deal with this.

In the eerie silence that followed, Heero was left with little to do but try and sense his surroundings, while an increasingly odd feeling began to filter deeper into his body. Heero's heart began to ache within his chest, the gnawing pain spreading through both arms and down into his abdomen. A groan of pain escaped his lips as his stomach clenched against this unwanted pain. There was something in the IV, there was no doubt in Heero's mind now, and whatever it was, its effect was becoming worse by the second. Heero's thoughts began to scatter as the substance's flow became thicker throughout his system. Vaguely he was aware of something tugging at him, but he couldn't think clearly enough to realise what it was.

Time no longer held any meaning to Heero, as his breath came in short gasps. A slow numbness began to spread through his body, and he realised then that he was standing directly on the edge. He was staring death in the face, and there was no one there to hold him back, no one who would care if he were to fall. A shaky sigh escaped Heero's shivering body. It would be okay if it all ended this way, so long as they never discovered the truth of it all. That was a regret he never wanted any of them, especially Relena, to live with. As the blackness rose up to swallow him, Heero relaxed for the first time, in his mind he saw Relena her gentle smile guiding him to the end.

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Too Close to Call:

At the thought of the drug something flashed in Wufei's mind. That was what they had been discussing when Luc walked in. That was what he had seen, a spark of interest in the doctors eyes and the barest hint of a smile. Wufei's mind was spinning now, trying to decide what it all meant, would Luc go so far as to kill Heero using Tylenol? The sinking feeling in the pit of Wufei's stomach told him the doctor just might. Without a word of warning the former pilot came to his feet and strode towards the door, drawing the debate to a screeching halt.

"Wufei, where are you going?!" Une called out from behind him, her voice alone commanding a response.

He glanced back over his shoulder one hand already drawing the door opened before him, "There's something I just thought of…" he trailed off not wanting to waste anymore time than it had taken him to realise the problem. "I need to take care of it," Wufei didn't wait for further question, but stepped out of the room, and made his way hurriedly to the elevator. He looked to his watch trying to remember about the time that Luc had come in there, he just hoped he wasn't to late.

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