Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 23 ( Chapter 24 )

Wufei looked at the stairwell door as he had been for a long time now. It was eating at him, not knowing everything. Walking over, he checked to make sure it was securely locked. It was. He now headed into the first room, the one that held Xin Xin. She was just waking up.

“Die, where am I?” She questioned, yawning all the while. “A safe place,” he answered, checking under the beds and every little spot he could think of. Leaving the room, he told her to stay put until he came back.

Moving to his friends’ room, he found both of them asleep on their bed. He left almost immediately. Finally, he opened the closed door in between the two rooms. It was the bathroom, he thought. He opened the door and saw the toilet and sink, not to mention the shower, all staring back at him, gleaming with newness. Heading back into the living room/kitchen, Wufei glanced around, taking one last time to make sure that the door was securely shut. Something about it was really getting to him.

The whole situation was odd and he would definitely be speaking with the other two pilots about this when he had his first chance.

Settling down in a chair, he waited. He wouldn’t sleep until he spoke to his friends. He didn’t like the feeling that everyone would be asleep at the same time either. It made his danger sense skyrocket.

Something was wrong and he had no idea what it was.

A few hours later, Trowa emerged from the second bedroom. He found his Chinese comrade staring at the door with a troubled expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, coming over to his friend.

Wufei shrugged, then explained, “something about this seems wrong.”

“How so?” Trowa wondered his feeling of safety starting to drop.

“I don’t know,” Wufei admitted. He glanced at a sleeping Meiran, then turned to face Trowa, “Don’t tell the girls, but I don’t feel safe in this place.”

It was then that he remembered Xin Xin was still in the bedroom where he’d told her to stay. “Excuse me a minute,” he continued, getting up and going to the room.

She was sitting there on the bed, just waiting and humming. “Die, I’m cold,” she complained. He frowned, finding that odd. She had two blankets wrapped around her. One he recognized as Heero’s and the other was from the bed she was sitting on.

“Why don’t you come out to the other room with me,” he offered. She nodded and took hold of his hand. They went out into the other room where Trowa sat. Wufei glanced over at the door. Sitting down on the other couch, he let his daughter curl up beside him. Looking at her, he frowned slightly.

“I’m cold, Die,” she mumbled again. Reaching, he felt her just a little warm. “Go to sleep,” he ordered. Xin Xin nodded and laid her head in his lap. Within moments, the child was out.

“A small fever,” Wufei explained. “Meiran was running one too.”

“And I agree. I’ve got the same feeling I had earlier when we in the stairwell,” Trowa told him. Both men shot wary glances at the door, which they both knew was locked. It could only be opened from the inside once it closed.

“None of this makes sense,” Wufei sighed. Trowa gave a slight nod as to show his agreement with the statement.

“Hey,” a new voice said from the second bedroom. It was Quatre. Trowa took one glance at him and was at the man’s side in an instant. Reaching out, he found that the Arab was also running a small fever. Not to mention the man was just a tad pale.

“You go back to bed;” he ordered. Leading the man to the bedroom, Trowa made sure he was asleep before he left the room.

“A fever?” Wufei asked, knowingly. “Yes,” was the response he received.

“Again, more things that don’t make sense.”

Meiran stirred, sitting up. Rushing to what she hoped was the bathroom, or in other words, the room with the closed door, the sounds of puking could be heard. When she came out, her face was still pale but she looked better.

“Did I drink something?” She muttered to herself.

“Unless you forgot to tell us and snuck one, no,” she was told. Glaring at him, she ended up sitting on the other side of Xin Xin.

“So,” Trowa turned to his fellow ex-pilot. “Should we get in contact with anyone?”

“The Lady at the very least,” Wufei agreed, nodding.

“Relena, if just to get in contact with Heero,” Trowa added.

“What are you guys talking about?” Meiran butted in.

“Is there anyone else?” Wufei asked, ignoring Meiran’s question. “What about Noin and Merquise?” Trowa wondered.

“We might get Sally. She’s, well, not to fond of me,” Wufei replied. Trowa shook his head; “they have their own place now.”

Wufei frowned. “When did that happen?”

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Meiran requested.

“A while back,” Trowa answered.

“Did Maxwell leave a number?”

“Unfortunately no.”

The two sat in silence, both thinking of every possible person they could reach. Well, it wasn’t really silence since Meiran pestered them somewhat.

“Some of Winner’s sisters, no doubt,” Wufei put in after a bit. Trowa shook his head, “Only Iria.”

“Who’s making the calls? You or I?”

“We can’t make any now,” Trowa replied, looking at his watch. Holding it up so Wufei could see the time, the clown stood up. Not saying a word, he disappeared into the bedroom that held his Arabian lover.

“Trowa, what’s wrong?” The blonde questioned as soon as the man entered the room. “Something’s up.”

Trowa nodded. “Wufei and I came to that same conclusion.”

Quatre sat up, feeling only slight nausea. “I think,” he began, “that there was some kind of gas in Mei and Xin Xin’s room.”

Trowa frowned and looked at the other man, his look questioning.

“Nothing fatal. But a type of knockout gas,” Quatre continued, explaining a little. “The room had an odd smell. It was very faint.”

Trowa sat on the edge of the bed and waited. The blonde man stood up, swaying slightly. Trowa’s frown deepened as he watched.

“The room had a peachy smell. But rotten somehow.” Quatre Raberba Winner was frowning now, too. “I don’t know what is up but I don’t feel safe here.”

The sound of a person coughing caused both to turn to the doorway of the room. Wufei stood there, waiting. One of them nodded and he entered the room.

“Have you mentioned what we spoke of?” Wufei immediately asked.

“No, I was just getting to that,” Trowa answered. Quatre joined the man and sat down, waiting to be informed. Wufei stood just inside the doorway, glancing back at the living room/kitchen that held his wife and daughter.

Trowa and Wufei quickly brought their comrade up to date. He in turn informed Wufei what he had thought of the bedroom possibly being gassed.

“Who should we contact first?” Quatre questioned.

“I think our best choice would be Lady Une,” Wufei said with a sigh. Trowa nodded, adding, “She can provide the most help.”

Quatre held up a finger. “First, we need to get the girls out of that room. No need to make things even more stressful on them.”

He looked at Wufei when he spoke. “Let me guess,” the Chinese man began, “I get that job.” Not even waiting for either to speak, he left the room. They could hear quiet arguing from the bedroom and footsteps.

Sticking his head into the room, Wufei asked if he should make the call. Trowa waved the man away while the blonde just laid back down on the bed, requesting not to be woken unless something big happened.

“Preventor Chang, why have you called at this ungodly hour?” A sarcastic, but still somehow cute, teen girl questioned.

“Please put the Lady online. It’s urgent,” he responded. “And just why should I do that?” Treize’s daughter asked.

“Mariemaia, it could very well be the difference between life and death,” Wufei growled. Hearing a gasp, he whirled around. Meiran stood in the doorway, pale.

“What?” Her voice was shaking.

“Who is she, Preventor Chang?” The teen girl’s voice asked. “I have never seen her before.”

“Mariemaia, that is Meiran. She is my wife,” Wufei quickly explained. Whatever the girl had been expecting, that obviously had not been it for her look was one of shock. Mariemaia quickly recovered though.

“What is going on in here?” A new voice broke the scene. Mariemaia swiveled her chair, allowing Wufei to see the woman. He had no need to see since the voice told him but it was an appreciated gesture.

“Lady Une, I have something I need to speak to you about,” Wufei began immediately. He found his years of practice coming in handy as he informed her on every important detail.

The woman waited for him to finish, all the while thinking up a plan. “You have been quite a problem for me these past few months, Chang,” she finally said. “But, I think I know of a way to deal with this.” She paused. “First off, we cannot have you three doing anything, as frustrating as that is. A woman and a child are present and I will not endanger them.”

Wufei nodded. Trieze would have done the same thing. While he may have hated the man, he admitted that the guy had been very honorable. The Lady had kept most of his honor alive. She hadn’t been able to keep his name totally unsoiled but at least he was not hated by everyone.

“As simple as it may sound, just send a few agents into the top part of the house,” Mariemaia interjected. “It will not be expected that much is almost certain.”

That Lady and Wufei both stared at her. She was right, it wouldn’t be expected. “That, or, go guns blazing out of your safe room.”

Again, more advice from the girl. As many arguments as there were against the projected plan, there were an equal number as to how it could work. Of course, not a word was said but both seasoned veterans had quickly realized this by themselves.

“So, what should we do?” Wufei wondered, sparing just a moment to glance at the door. Meiran was still standing there, much to his displeasure. “Woman, go to the room and watch over the girl,” he ordered.

She shook her head and headed towards him. “No,” he could barely hear her voice.

“No,” she repeated her voice louder.

“Are you having a marital dispute?” Mariemaia quipped in, a curious tone to her voice. Wishing that he was very much somewhere else, Wufei tried to keep his face and composure as impassive as he could. Later on, he would find that to be one of his shining moments but as of now, he was focused purely on what was happening now.

Lady Une frowned from her vantage point next to His Excellency Treize’s daughter. “Marital dispute? I was not informed you were in a relationship at all, Chang.”

It was times like this that he really wished he were not so strict upon himself. Maxwell would not have the same problem, he thought, almost willing to trade places with the man. But he would never do that. He had, he grudgingly admitted to himself, grown attached to the two. He wasn’t quite sure he was to the point that he loved them but to have them out of his life seemed unthinkable.

Trowa appeared. If he was shocked to see both Mariemaia and Meiran, he didn’t show it. Taking over, the man listened to the two strategies that had been pointed out. He agreed that both had their good points and their bad points.

“Shouldn’t we try getting a hold of Yuy now?” Wufei finally broke through. “Not that this isn’t important, but he could think of something that none of us would have ever thought of.”

“True. His mind works in mysterious ways;” Trowa gave a small smirk. Breaking the connection, he contacted Relena’s people. They instantly recognized him. All of her staff had been required to memorize the faces of the five pilots as well as a few others.

“And the name of your sister is?” Relena’s secretary asked. It was also a requirement that a personal question was asked.

“Catherine,” Trowa answered. The woman, spying Wufei, also asked him his question. Wufei replied before she finished, already knowing the answer.

“Miss Dorlian is away at the moment. Would you like her personal number?” The secretary wondered. Trowa shook his head. He already knew that number. The chance that the woman could be reached, though, was slim to none. It was rare that she answered it and when she did, she normally was not very polite.

A/N: Holy shit. What a chapter, seriously. Again like last chapter, it was written almost entirely in a day. I hope it’s good because I have no idea. A lot of loose ends are going to be tied up, I will admit that.

Soy la dueña Xin Xin pero nada otro.