Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ It's all in the delivery ( Chapter 7 )

SECRETS 05: It's all in the delivery

 

They had spent three days in the ward with Sally poking and prodding them. She ran test after test only to get the same results. The pilots were all normal with no reason for their collapse. She had tried everything she could think of to explain what had happened to them, but when they could offer no reason, she was forced to let them go. Une had not been happy about that.

 

After a few days of them roaming the halls of the ward and Duo driving Sally to near murder, she had ordered them into Preventor Housing and allowed them use of the facilities to work off some of their pent up frustrations. Now as she watched from the observation room in the gym, she could see that their forced confinement was starting to wear. Heero had all ready destroyed three punching bags and Wufei had demolished six practice mats. Duo had taken to climbing the walls, literally, while Quatre and Trowa spent time reading or playing music.

 

“Hiya, Une babe.”

 

Une jumped as Duo appeared before her, clinging to the wall like a limpet. “Let us out!” He whined. His eyes grew widely crazed as he began to stroke the window with his finger tips. In a scratchy pathetic voice, he begged, “Let us out. Let us out.”

 

Une composed her features into a stern mask and glared at him. “Maxwell, get down from there before you hurt yourself.” Straightening her uniform jacket, she sent one last glare at the braided pilot before leaving the observation room.

 

 

Duo laughed as he watched Une stalk out of the observation area. He'd known she was there before the door had even opened. It was weird, he'd found that his latent talent had grown and a few others were added. His hearing and eye sight were always good, but now - he could have sworn that he'd heard two agents discussing a case from the fifth floor before Une had walked in. Shaking his head, he made his way down to the floor and turned to look at the other guys.

 

Heero's strength had increased along with his stamina. He'd burst a punching bag with one punch on the first day before he'd learned to rein himself in. He'd said nothing, simply adjusting as if he was just another normal body reaction. He'd started doing other work outs with weights to try and wear himself down before they went to dinner so he wouldn't break any more forks while he ate.

 

Duo had nearly busted a gut the first time that had happened. Looking around the room, he spotted his favorite play mate, but refrained from bugging the prickly Dragon.

 

Breathing in the calming scents that only the healers of the clan could emit, Duo chuckled. Wufei hadn't spoken of his changes either nor had he adjusted nearly as fast as Heero. His fingers and toes had nails that were now razor sharp and retractable, but he hadn't found that out until he'd cut the practice mats doing his katas. He'd tried to make excuses until finally he'd simply folded in on himself to meditate, but even that hadn't been normal. Duo suspected that he'd been the only one to see the glow and the space between the Chinese boy and the mat.

 

Quatre had nothing to adjust to; his body had long ago accepted its power. His space heart was more sensitive, to be sure, but he kept a tight rein on all the other powers that had awakened within him. He was also the only one to come to Duo when he'd known something was different about himself. He still carried a soft glow of the ethereal which he used to touch all of them. If Duo concentrated he could see the tiny threads that bound them all one to the other.

 

Trowa, on the other hand, had taken to talking -well murmuring- to himself. At first Duo thought he was maybe seeing things that none of them could see, but that was weird since Duo had seen the pixie that first day. It had taken him a few more days of observing to realize that Trowa was talking -albeit quietly- to a small mouse he'd found in the cabinet. It had taken the silent boy two days to convince the little rodent that they weren't going to feed it and that perhaps it should find somewhere else to live before Heero found it.

 

Duo almost hyperventilated he'd laughed so hard at how fast the little rodent seemed to gather his `family' and run. Trowa had merely lifted an eyebrow and ignored him. He'd known Trowa had an affinity with cats but who knew it was also with rodents. And birds. Suddenly there were a great many birds of prey hanging around the compound. Duo had spotted two hawks and a falcon just this morning standing as if to keep guard over their latest foundling.

 

“I'm bored.” He stated loud enough for everyone to hear him and smiled as they all froze.

 

Quatre sighed. “What do you want to do, Duo?”

 

Duo smiled, his eyes twinkling. “I want to know what's going on.”

 

“Hn.”

 

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Une had known that it was only a matter of time before the boys got restless and made a break for it. She'd all ready been informed of the dye in the shampoo and the beds that had been short sheeted. She hadn't wanted to know what uses Maxwell had found for the saran wrap and Vaseline he'd stolen from the commissary and she'd tried to calm all the irate agents that were finding that their desks had been super glued shut. Now she was dealing with an irate former gunnery officer in the form of one Lt. Orah Shorbah.

 

Shorbah had joined the Alliance at a young age, lying about hers in order to be allowed a gun. She was a blond bombshell with muscles and had fought off as many soldier's advances as she had rebel forces. She'd made her way into Oz's ranks on her ability to make the orders work and get the job done. No one paid any attention to her bright gold/green eyes or wavy blonde hair as long as she held a gun.

 

That was until a General had been stupid enough to make a suggestive comment and found himself on the wrong end of a hunting knife. She'd taken an ear as a trophy and deserted the same night. She'd arrived at the base Une was station on three nights later sporting a crew cut and informed the woman that she was now only answering to her and her alone and went about to do just that.

 

Her only flaw was that she found Maxwell's pranks funny and had allowed him to set said pranks for Une without interference during the war. Though she had been instrumental in capturing the boy once, Une suspected she'd also helped him escape later. She was loyal and honorable and currently sported bright green hair.

 

“. . . and this was un-necessary. I mean I like the boy, but if I catch him I'm gonna have to skin him. Look at this!” Orah gestured to her head and a wet strand of lime green that kept getting into her eyes. “He wasn't supposed to get into the women's showers, but somehow he did. Jenkins is blue and Daniels is pink and I'm not sure what color Rodriguez is going to end up with! Pink! He's gone too far this time!”

 

Une fought hard to swallow the laugh as Orah leaned onto her desk and closer to her face. Through gritted teeth the woman growled. “I want him.”

 

“Lieutenant.”

 

 

 

“I mean come on.” Orah began pacing the office in front of Une's desk. “I can understand getting back at Saunders and McGinty but not me. I mean they deserved the wrath, but why me? I've been good to the kid. I always have, but sometime I just want to strangle him with his own braid and watch him choke.”

 

“Lieutenant.”

 

“I helped him when he needed parts for that firecracker thing he built. I made sure that he had a way to escape when he TP'd the officer's barracks that time. I just don't understand. . .”

 

“Lieutenant Shorbah.”

 

“But this is just too much.” Orah's voice turned fierce. “I'll have to go a week before I can get this fixed. I know, I helped invent this stuff.” Une raised an eyebrow at that, but sat back as Orah once again turned to her. “I know how this stuff works! He has to pay! I want his braid!”

 

“Lt. Shorbah, calm down and breathe.” Une used her soothing voice. It would not due for one of their best agents to go up against Shinigami over a braid and some hair dye. “I'm sure Maxwell did not realize that you would be using the showers this morning or he would have warned you. They have been kept in a sort of quarantine on Dr. Po's orders for the last week.”

 

Orah's eyes got wide. “A week!” Une smiled as the woman sat down in shock and surprise then murmured. “Damn we got lucky.”

 

Une chuckled. Yes, they had gotten lucky. “They were in the gym, but one of the researchers in R & D has reported activity on sub level ten. I suspect that's where you'll find Maxwell.”

 

Gathering up her paper work, she effectively dismissed the Lieutenant. As Shorbah reached the door, she added, “Your assignment is to guard them and see to it that they get what they need to answer their questions.”

 

Shorbah nodded and grimaced as she pushed away the green that fell into her eyes. Une waited until she was well out of ear shot before laughing at one boy's ability to cause such chaos.