Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Adjustments ❯ Chapter 1/4 ( Chapter 1 )

This is based loosely on The Dance which I'm sort of using as a prequel. The Dance is also there in my story collection. You might want to read it to make the clearer.

 

Backstory: Heero and Wufei have been together for about two and a half months. When the story starts, Wufei is starting to wrap up his work at the Preventers so he can leave with Heero and in the meantime, Heero is working as a freelance security expert to some big name company. (Not Winner Corps or Barton Foundation…and definitely not Luthor Corps. And Also for Stay's benefit not Microsoft or SUP (lol). The other pilots are back in their respective homes in the outer colonies.

 

This story was betaed by Stray, whose invaluable comments kept me laughing. Some of the comments I did not remove but kept as it were.

 

 

Part 1 / 4

 

Sally studied the outputs on the screen, nodded her head in what would pass for satisfaction and looked over at Heero who was putting on his clothes rather calmly. Unlike Wufei, who always protested about undressing for his medicals and rushed behind the curtains of the changing cubicle as soon as possible, Heero seemed unaffected by his own nudity.

 

`Not that he has anything to be ashamed of about his body,' Sally though wryly, for once thinking as a woman would instead of as a doctor. However, she pushed the thought aside firmly, looked at the well built, rather good-looking young man putting on his underwear in her medical room and instead, thanked the stars her office was far too removed from the rest of the Preventer building for anyone to come barging through.

 

Because as far as Sally was concerned, the examination was far from over.

 

Sally looked away giving Heero the privacy he did not seem to need and re-read the results to give her something to do. When she heard the soft thump of hard soles hitting the carpeted floor, which meant Heero was about to put on his boots, she looked up and sighed. There seemed to be no way of avoiding the issue. Something was bothering Heero - well, rest assured there were already enough reason for him to worry over but from the way he was behaving, something else was bothering him and she needed to find out what.

 

True, she was not a councilor, she was a doctor and Heero was not even officially a Preventer but still, he was a friend; someone she knew from the war. Sally also understood the importance of mental stability as well as physical well being and Heero had always been someone who did not display any outward show emotions. For him to act the way he had in the morning probably meant either an event of global scale, such as the Moon colony falling onto Earth, was about to take place …or he had decided to finally shoot Relena for good. And Sally didn't think either was the reason for Heero's recent behavior.

 

“Just a few mores tests Heero,” she said casually. “Think you can sit on the table for a while.”

 

Heero frozen in the process of putting on his boots, looking up, seeming more curious than annoyed by the delay. “Is something wrong?” he asked cautiously and Sally noted that one of his hands seem to drift toward his stomach before he brought it under control and finished lacing his boots.

 

“No,” Sally said with a shake off her head hoping Heero would not spot a lie. “Just a few more questions, I'm afraid.” Then rather guardedly she added, “You have to admit, it's not every day I come across someone in your condition.”

 

“Hn,” said Heero with a grunt straightening and walking towards the examination table. “Will this take long? I have to be at Barkleys at 10:30.”

 

Sally looked at the wall clock which read 8:37 and hoped it would not take too long. “Just a few questions,” she said lightly and indicated that he sit on the side closest to her. “So…” she added as she looked at her hand held note pad for help, “…how are you?”

 

“All right,” Heero said with a wry grin. “As all right as a pregnant man can be.”

 

If he was able to say that, then it could not be the issue that was bothering him, Sally thought. Actually, in Sally's opinion, Heero seemed to have adjusted to the situation with his usual aplomb, much better than most of the females she had come across. Sally had had female Preventer agents in her office who had fainted, cried and once, thrown a chair through the observation window when they were told that they were expecting. Heero seemed to have taken the news without a change of expression.

 

It was hard to believe that it had only been two weeks before that Heero had shown up pregnant in a routine blood test. At first, Sally had dismissed it as a fluke, a sample mix up at the lab, but when the second and the third test results had also came up positive, she had had no choice but to call him down to the medi-lab for an old fashioned hands on once-over and a more up to date ultrasound. It had been something of a risk since Heero was even an official Preventer and she was not sanctioned to use their medical resources on part-time security consultants.

 

The results had been somewhat staggering. Sally had to smile to herself, recalling the exact conversation between the two of them. She had taken another look at the scan output, hundred and twenty-fourth look to be exact, then pushed the screen toward Heero who had been sitting exactly where he was seated at that very moment.

 

“Heero,” Sally had said, her voice laced with excitement and disbelief. “You're pregnant.”

 

“Hn,” said Heero who was looking at the scan calmly as if it Sally had told him he had broken a toe or a stomach bug.

 

“See, see,” Sally said pointing out, her hand shaking with agitation and some other emotions she was too distracted to identify. “That faint outline there is your stomach wall and this outline is the womb which is not empty -- see, the embryo is about the size of a pea but the heartbeat should be obvious.”

 

“I know what I'm looking at,” Heero had said in his usual deadpan voice and Sally had stepped back, afraid the next thing Heero was going to do was put a chair through the glass partition or at least through her head. But when he had not reacted, except to pull the screen closer for another look, she deemed it safe to venture closer to him.

 

“But…” had said Sally voicing the question Heero should have raised. “You're a man.”

 

“I know,” Heero had said a little dryly and Sally smiled a little embarrassed by her statement.

 

“How far along am I?” Heero had added tentatively and Sally had been glad for the question since it anchored her back to familiar ground.

 

“Not much,” she said, the usual answer that meant there was enough time for an abortion. “About two months at the most --- and … and…” Looking at Heero's face, his dark hair and blue eyes, her reasoning had stuttered to a halt in the face of such improbability. “But how…why…”

 

“It was supposed to be a Gundam,” Heero had said after a pause.

 

“A Gundam got you pregnant,” Sally said before she could help it.

 

“No.” There was a slight smile on his lips as he answered. “A Gundam pilot got me pregnant.”

 

“All right,” said Sally giving up. “I'll keep my mouth shut and you tell me what exactly you are referring to.”

 

“The prefect Gundam,” Heero said explained readily. “Is supposed to have three theoretical abilities, self-evolution, self-multiplication and self-recovery.[1] It was supposed to have been possible with the latest in nano-technology but none of the scientist were capable of creating anything even close to that.”

 

“Hence the Gundam pilots,” Sally said softly.

 

“I was Dr. J's greatest creation, a perfect weapon” Heero said with a shrug. “I can self evolve, self recover and now, with a little help, it seems, self multiply.”

 

“You seem so… blasé about the whole thing,” Sally blurted out. “You know Heero, you are allowed to freak out once in a while.”

 

“I'll pass,” Heero had said jumping down from the table. “I have to go now, a meeting with the head of the Berkleys Group about their security.”

 

After Heero had left, Sally had reflected that perhaps that was his way of dealing with something unexpected.

 

But now, looking at him, Sally realized something was troubling him. Perhaps the news had finally sunk in, she thought, but Heero did not seem to be on the verge of having a panic attack or contemplating an abortion. He seemed preoccupied.

 

Well, it had not been a week and a half since the big discovery.

 

But still…

 

“So,” Sally said briskly. “How are you Heero?”

 

“Fine.”

 

“Morning sickness?”

 

“Hn.”

 

“That is do you throw up at anytime of the day, or do you…”

 

“I've felt a little nauseated at times,” Heero admitted slowly. “But not sick as such. The feeling does not persist for long and the only reason I noticed was because I have not been sick before.”

 

Sally knew there was a hoard of women outside who would be envious of that body. Sally remembered the old joke that if men could get pregnant then there would be a cure for morning sickness. Only, it seemed, men did not get morning sickness. Or maybe it was just Heero.

 

“Dizziness … tiredness… anything I should know?” Like why you look so drawn out. “Lack of sleep…?”

 

“No,” Heero said sharply.

 

Sally looked down at her screen and bit her lower lip. She could go on asking inconsequential questions or simply get straight to the matter and, knowing Heero, he might appreciate the frontal assault.

 

“What's bothering you Heero?” she asked abruptly.

 

“Nothing,” Heero answered equally abruptly.

 

“Is it the baby?” Sally asked, knowing that there was a danger of Heero getting angry, should she continue to prod. “Is it a bother?”

 

“No,” Heero said sharply, a hand covering his abdomen as if the protect it. “I… like kids…” Hesitation, eyes looking everywhere but at her. “I want this… this… child.”

 

“Is what you're doing at Berkelys dangerous?” Sally asked. “Physically strenuous or…”

 

It's a simple consultant's job,” Heero said, looking at Sally. “I don't think I'll have more than a week of work left and after that, I'll leave it in the hands of the guys I'm training. It was only a temporary job until Wufei could settle his things at the Preventers and…” Heero drifted off again as if he were at a loss of what to say.

 

“Well, Wufei is wrapping things up here,” Sally said cautiously. “He told me the other day that he should be done in a couple of weeks. But are you planning on moving or are you going to stay here? You know, in your present condition, it might be couple of months before you can do anything strenuous. I think you'll need to be under constant observation.” She was babbling, Sally knew but she could hardly help it. “I don't think you want to make your pregnancy public knowledge so you'll have to find a place where you will have access to medical assistance… and perhaps somewhere discreet. How about L4 or…?” Sally stopped when she realized Heero looked about as lost as he could without actually showing any emotions on his face. And she did not think it was at the prospect of putting on weight and losing his perfect figure.

 

“What does Wufei have to say about all this?” she asked slowly. After all, just because Heero was the medical discovery of the century did not mean she could keep him to herself. Maybe Wufei was really going to take Heero to L4 and hide him in a Winner complex or …

 

“I don't know,” Heero said a little weakly.

 

“Heero,” Sally said, moving closer. She made a point to lift her arm slowly so he could actually see the movement from a corner of his eye before placing it on his shoulder. “Just tell me what is wrong?”

 

“It's Wufei,” Heero said quietly.

 

“Is something wrong with Wufei?” Sally asked, holding back the `as well' she wanted to add to the end of the sentence. She really didn't think Wufei could get pregnant. Now, that would be interesting.

 

“I…” Heero took a deep breath as if preparing to plunge into the Arctic Ocean. “I don't know.”

 

“What do you mean?” Sally asked, trying to rub his shoulder in a comforting manner, only it felt as if she was rubbing a cloth-covered mobile suit.

 

“I…” Heero looked away. Then when he finally looked up, Sally was startled by the look of confusion in those normally expressionless blue eyes. “I told him about the baby and he didn't take it too well.”

 

“What exactly does that mean?” Sally tried to clarify cautiously. “You know Heero, it takes time for some people to get used the idea of…” a pregnant boyfriend “…having a baby. And the two of you have been together just a short while and everything is new to you.” And even straight couples have problem dealing with things like this.

 

The look Heero gave him was so laced with agony that Sally felt her heart give a little squeeze. This was not the Heero she knew - it was all of a sudden a lost stranger sitting in front of her.

 

“He doesn't touch me anymore,” Heero said in a sort of voice that made Sally want to throw her arms around him and hug him. “He treats me differently as if I have something contagious .”

 

Just then and there, Sally made up her mind to have a word with Wufei after Heero had left. She was going to give him a good slap on the head and talk to him about his responsibility and his acting like a total cad.

 

“He doesn't like babies,” Heero continued in a low voice, studying his hands clenched in his lap intently. “He didn't like the idea when Duo brought up that adoption topic and now, he seems to…” Heero remained silent for a while, searching for the correct word to describe his problem. “He just isn't the same,” he finished, slumping a little.

 

Sally tried not to take sides. It was not her place. She could understand what Wufei was going through, in a way. What would a normal man do if his boyfriend got pregnant and, well, seemed so calm about the whole thing? In Sally's opinion, Heero seemed more agitated over Wufei's behavior than his impending pregnancy.

 

Then again, she thought, this was Heero Yuy, the guy who could bend steel with his bare hands. He had survived self-detonating Gundams and being shot at by various people. With a body that was virtually indestructible, he was probably used to doing the impossible. After all, it was not as if Heero had done a series of test runs before he'd self-destructed with his Gundam. Perhaps having a baby was just one of those things he'd put down as `I've never done it before but I'm sure my body can handle it' sort of things.

 

“He didn't come home,” Heero said suddenly and Sally looked at him with a frown. “Wufei,” Heero clarified. “He didn't come home yesterday or the day before…” he seemed to sink into himself as he added in a lower voice. “ Or the day before that. He said he had something that was so urgent he needed to wrap it up in office but …” Again a pause then a deep breath. “It's me. He doesn't even look at me properly anymore.”

 

“Oh,” said Sally, at a loss of what to say. Should she continue giving consoling pats on the back, which seemed painfully inadequate in the situation, or should she say something totally useless like, `he'll come around soon, I'm sure'?

 

“I want this baby,” Heero spoke with conviction. “I want it. I also want Wufei but he doesn't like the idea of…”

 

“You do realize there are a few other problems you will have to overcome,” Sally said, speaking rapidly to cover for the uncomfortable pause left by Heero's incomplete sentence. “Your line of work is too…” bloody “…the risk of getting physically injured…”

 

“I know,” Heero interrupted in his usual manner. “I know what you mean. I will have to give up my job and even after that, I don't think I can go around the world like I did before. There are physical changes as well, and I have no idea about how my body will deal with it. There are too many variables. But people have children all the time. And they cope. I don't see why I can't do the same.” Sally and Heero had gone over the medical aspect of it from top to bottom several times after their mutual discovery the week and a half before, so she knew what he was referring to. “Apart form the fact that I'm a man,” Heero added so Sally did not need to point it out. “And my lover does not like the whole idea.” Longer pause and the sentence sounded less sarcastic and more as if he was depressed.

 

Sally watched him run a hand over his middle firmly as if he needed it to get a grip on reality. “I'll be all right, Sally,” Heero said, getting to his feet. It was the first time he'd even referred to her by name, and startled, she looked at him. His eyes were focused on a spot just above her shoulder as he spoke. “I'm going to be late for work.”

 

“If you ever need a…” shoulder to cry on “…person to talk to or you feel off about anything…”

 

“I'll call or come around,” Heero answered, striding towards the door. “I'm pregnant, remember, not senile.”

 

As he left, Sally wondered if his constant repetition was his way of forcing himself to acknowledge facts. After all, even the implacable soldier needed to lean against something once in a while and right now, he was floundering. She reached for the intercom switch and switched it on when she was sure Heero was out of hearing range.

 

“This is Dr. Po. Can someone ask Commander Chang to come down to my office, please? Tell him I want him here yesterday.”

 

[1] http://www.gundamofficial.com/worlds/fc/background/glossary _technology.html

In G Gundam such a Gundam was created but it got out of control and tried to destroy Earth when it crashed and something went wrong with the internal systems. It was known as the Dark. / Devil Gundam and is believed a female pilot is needed to make the Gundam efficient since females can reproduce.

It was later destroyed by Domon Kasshu. Still, fun watching G Gundam.

 

A/N - Believe it or not, this was supposed to be a crack fic. So much for my writing. This is just the testing part.