Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Wufei heard Mei’s words and almost dropped the phone. He hadn’t expected to hear that. Not quite knowing why, he told her he would be there in a little bit, leaving a note for his friend’s to find. He walked into the hospital and asked for the unit Mei had told him Xin Xin was in. Heading straight for it, he saw Mei sitting in a chair, tears starting to fall.

“Is there anything that can be done to help her?” He asked when he reached the mother. Nodding slowly, she replied, “My daughter has a rare blood type. But her body doesn’t provide enough. She has to have someone donate.”

“And you’re not a match,” he stated. She answered him with more tears. He wasn’t quite sure if he understood what he was doing, but he offered to let himself be tested. The blood type results were rushed and when they received them, Mei felt more tears, these ones of happiness, running down her face.

“Thank you,” she kept telling him. “Thank you.”

Not knowing what possessed him, Wufei patted to woman’s shoulder as a show that her daughter would be fine. And then, he was lead off and gotten ready for what would happen next.

Looking up when she heard her name called, Mei saw Duo and a few of his friends’ walk in. Duo reached her first, asking where Wufei was. Mei answered him and noticed the others held a look of slight shock on their faces.

“Wow, that’s really not like him at all,” Duo finally said. The other men nodded in agreement.

“He’s saving my daughter and that’s all I need to know,” Mei replied. Close to two hours had passed since Mei called the ambulance by that time. After another half an hour, a doctor walked into the waiting room.

“Is there a Chang Mei here?” He asked. Almost immediately, the woman leapt to the doctor who led her away. She left the room full of men puzzled.

“Did he say Chang?” Duo wondered. Looking at his friends, not quite sure if he heard right. He saw them nodding yes. So it wasn’t his ears.

“You think there’s a connection between her and Wufei?” Trowa added. Duo shrugged and continued. “You know that little girl looks kind of like him. Definetly has the same eyes as he does.”

“Duo, don’t go making assumptions before you have all the facts,” Heero piped in. “Besides, Chang is probably a very common last name.”

“But-” spoke up the American. He stopped, seeing Heero’s hand held up. At this point, Quatre, who had been talking to a nurse, hoping to find out any information joined the three.

“The nurse said that Xin Xin has a rare blood type but her body doesn’t produce enough to sustain her. But, Wufei’s a match. And,” Quatre paused; “she should be able to make a full recovery.”

The men sighed, though Duo started up again.

“See, Heero. Mei doesn’t have the right blood type I bet. But one of a kid’s parents will.” Duo stuck out his tongue, causing Heero to glare at him.

“What are you talking about?” Quatre asked, confused. Trowa quickly informed him of the brief argument Duo and Heero had had. During the middle of his explanation, the doors opened to reveal a slightly pale Wufei.

Walking with a slight wobble, he made his way over to the chairs and between Heero and Trowa. Before anyone could ask, he told them that he didn’t want to be bothered.

“Someone’s cranky,” commented Duo, playing with the tip of his braid. The Chinese man gave him a glare.

“Is Chang a common name?” Trowa asked the man next to him. “Somewhat, yes,” answered Wufei, annoyed.

“See.” That was Heero, giving Duo a look. “I told you that it was probably common.”

Duo just rolled his eyes. With his stomach growling, he told the men he was heading off to find the cafeteria. Heero, knowing what could happen if Duo was left alone, tagged along to play babysitter.

Trowa sat in silence, reading a magazine while Quatre read another, hoping to keep himself from worrying too much. Wufei, much to the man’s annoyance, fell asleep.

Hours later, Xin Xin woke up. Next to her sat the young girl’s mother. “Niáng, why am I in a hospital?”

Meiran, who had been borderline awake, snapped her head up and saw her daughter struggling to sit up. “Xin Xin.” The woman embraced her child; careful not to pull out any of the wires stuck into her baby.

“Niáng, why am I here?” The girl child repeated. Meiran let go of her daughter and gave her daughter the truth. She had long ago decided to be straightforward with her child. It was easier that way. When Meiran was finished, she looked at her daughter.

“I’m kind of bored,” said the girl. That made Meiran smile and she told her daughter she’d be back soon. “I’m not going far,” she assured the girl.

The mother left her daughter, walking out to the waiting room. When she opened the doors, she noticed two of the men, one of them Duo had left. Two of the others were reading magazines that they now looked up from while the third, Wufei, was sleeping.

“Well?” Asked the brown haired man. With eyes sparkling, Meiran replied, “She’s alive. But, I was wondering if you’d like to visit her in a little bit when she’s moved.”

“We would love to,” the blond haired man, Quatre Winner, accepted for them. Bowing, Meiran left, heading back to her daughter. Xin Xin looked up when her mother came back, not saying a word. She watched as her mother pulled something out of her bag. The young girl’s eyes widened with excitement as she realized it was the story of Nataku.

About halfway through it, someone knocked on the door. Both females looked up and saw a nurse. The new woman smiled and told them it was time to move Xin Xin. By the time the young girl was moved, visiting hours were over and Meiran had to leave her daughter.

Back at the medium sized house, the Gundam pilots weren’t doing much. More or less just hanging around. Wufei was upstairs, sleeping in his room. It was obvious that he was still not quite over from donating blood on such a spur of the moment type deal.

Heero sat in the living room, polishing his gun collection without saying a word. Duo was on the couch. For any normal person, this would mean you sat down with your feet touching the ground, your back to the couch’s back. But then again, Shinigami was by no means normal. His feet lay touching the wall, legs crossed. His back was on the seat and head hanging down. His long braid was stretched out and he was apparently, watching TV.

At the other end of the couch, Trowa sat, reading a new book he had gotten from Catherine. The only one missing from the house was Quatre who was off with who knew where. When the door opened and closed with a loud thud, the others figured it was Quatre who had finally come home.

Indeed it was. After he took off all his winter gear, the Arabian walked into the living room where most of his friend’s were gathered. He didn’t sit down, instead clearing his throat, making Duo and Trowa look. By this time, Duo had shifted so that his legs lay over the couch’s arm and his braid was lying on Trowa’s lap. Lifting his head up to look at Quatre, Duo realized that this position would definitely get uncomfortable quick so he changed the way he sat again.

This time, he sat like a normal person, granted his braid was still lying on the clown’s lap. Quatre noted this with some displeasure. Trowa was his and his alone. But, he didn’t say anything to the American about that. Now, later on, a few words might be spoken.

“Where were you at?” Duo spoke up. Quatre realized he must have taken too long to say what he wanted to. “I was at the hospital, looking up some things about the argument that you and Heero had,” the Arabian began.

This got Heero’s attention, making him look up from his gun. “Well?” Prompted the Japanese man.

Quatre pulled a file out of his bag. It was no thin file either. Crossing the room to sit down, he removed Duo’s braid from Trowa’s lap and sat between the two. Quatre set the file down on the table in front of him.

“What’s that?” Duo asked, finally sitting right. The Arabian turned to the American, eyes hard and replied, “They’re medical records.”

“Of?” Trowa questioned; he and Heero missing the look in Quatre’s eyes. The blond turned back to Trowa, eyes soft once more and answered, “Well, Wufei’s, Xin Xin’s, and Mei’s.”

He opened the file and pulled out a small pile of papers. Sitting them down in front of Trowa, he told them that those were Wufei’s. Next, he pulled out a stack about a third larger than the previous one and set it in front of himself. That one, he told them, was Xin Xin’s. The last stack was about half the size of Xin Xin’s and as he put it in front of Duo, he told them that it was Mei’s.

“Sheesh, the kid I can understand having a big stack, but why’s Mei’s so big?” Duo complained. Not turning to him, Quatre replied that it was a full medical history and that she could have been sick a lot as a child.

“I’m taking the Wu-man’s,” Duo announced after sizing up the piles. “No, you are not,” growled a familiar voice. The four men looked up and saw Wufei standing in the doorway.

“How long have you been standing there?” Duo asked. Looking around the room with a dark expression, Wufei answered with a long enough. Sitting down in one of the chairs, he asked a question.

“Why do you have those medical records?”

Duo and Quatre didn’t answer, and neither did Trowa. Instead, it was Heero. “Duo and I were having a disagreement over if you might be Xin Xin’s father or not.”

Wufei couldn’t have been more shocked. Him? A father? No way. Had Meiran lived and he not go off to war, yes, he might be a father by now. It was custom in the Dragon Clan to produce a new heir as soon as possible. But she was dead and he had left his clan years ago. Thus, he had no children and probably wouldn’t unless he suddenly fell in love with Sally Po.

“Hey, you all right?” Duo’s voice penetrated his thoughts. Scowling, Wufei replied that he was just fine. “Whatever,” said the American, beginning to look through the pile of papers he had taken. Noticing the stack he held, he found that he had taken Mei’s medical record.

Wufei glanced at his own record for a moment before sighing. “Why are we even doing this? I know I’m not the kid’s father.”

“Oh really?” Heero asked, his normal monotone voice holding an amused tone. Slitting his eyes, Wufei questioned the man by what he meant. Trowa looked over to see what Heero held. From what Wufei could see of it, it looked like an official document.

Just then, the God of Death let out a low whistle. “Man, Mei’s been pretty beat up. Just look at this,” Duo commanded, thrusting the paper at Wufei. Scowling, he took it and began to read what it said. Maxwell was right, she had been injured extensively. Adding the math up, he realized she must have been only a month or two pregnant at the time as well. It was a miracle she had even had her daughter.

He handed the paper back to the American, or at least he went to when his eyes caught something.

A/N: And I’m leaving it there. Evil of me, I know, but hey, I like it. You’ll just have to wait until next time to see what it is, though you can guess if you want. And, for those of you who have read Kid and asked for more, I’m sorry, it’s a one shot, that’s all. I seriously don’t think I could add to it without destroying it. I own nothing in this fic but little Xin Xin.