Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Adjustments ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

A/n - I've answered some questions at the bottom of the chapter.[Author ID1: at Tue May 13 14:30:00 2008 ]

 

Heero did a quick examination of the floor they were on, noting the ankle deep, wall-to-wall carpeting and the entire left wall made of the galvanized ceramic compound which was stronger than steel and transparent as glass, overlooking the city. The entire floor, as he recalled was cordoned off for the exclusive use of Drake Jameson, Jr. and half of it was a penthouse suite.

 

The fire escape they had climbed up opened directly into the foyer, which led into the main executive office where the culprit had been waiting for them. The boss's son, Drake Jr., turned out to be dressed in bright green shirt with the company logo, black tailored slacks, a green company tie, black shoes and a bomb in his briefcase, also sporting the company logo.

 

“Explosives,” Wufei said a tad sarcastically as he peered around the potted plants. “Check.” He reached for the com on his belt and pushed a button but did not speak into it. It was probably a pre-arranged signal meant to alert someone of the situation. “One dumb guy, check.”

 

“Your scanner can read that?” Heero asked, since Wufei was stating the obvious, unless he was speaking for the benefit of someone else.

 

“When I'm five feet away from it, yeah, apparently,” Wufei said with a disgruntled snort. “I knew we should have increased the range but that stupid Privacy Act…”

 

“Central support pillar,” Heero supplied before Wufei could rant about the injustices of the city law enforcers. “If the bomb goes off, it's more than likely to take this floor with it.” He did not add that the floor architecture ensured that apart from the two adjacent floors the rest of the building was able to withstand the explosion.

 

“I see it, Yuy,” Wufei snapped irritably. “I've already called Sharine. You should leave now…”

 

It as probably the mention of Wufei's partner which made Heero growl under his breath. Heero turned towards Wufei and scowled, “We don't know that he's going to blow himself to pieces. It is contrary to everything we've got on him.”

 

“A coward and an idiot who is hardly likely to commit suicide over a mindless act.” Wufei edged closer. “I agree that he's hardly the martyr type but stupidity by itself is dangerous.”

 

“We shoot him in the head, then disarm the bomb,” Heero replied blithely.

 

“No can do.” Wufei sounded as if he wished he could. “I really need to take him in alive or Lady Une will shoot me in the head. Jameson, Sr. wants his boy intact and that means alive.”

 

“Can we at least cuff him or is that going to be against his daddy's wishes?” Heero said a little sarcastically.

 

“There are no back entrancesWufei said with a scowl, ignoring the previous comment. “I'll just have to make a …”

 

“…frontal assault,” Heero said a little slowly.

 

“Something like that,” Wufei replied, his lips tightening sharply in displeasure though Heero was not sure if it was because of what he had just said or because of the situation.

 

“I'll go and…”

 

“We already discussed this, Yuy,” Wufei snapped before Heero could reply. “I will go -- you cover my back.”

 

“If we take him in we'll never know where he's got the explosives,” Heero warned. “His father will protect him and your hands will be tied.”

 

“You are suggesting…”

 

“We push his hand so he has to answer our questions,” Heero said with a tight smile. “I can detonate the whole thing from here. I think it's a left over from what we used in the war and I do have the frequency for it…”

 

“But I get him out first.” Wufei was agreeing to the plan in his own way.

 

Heero watched his lover pull out his weapon and walk towards the office door and scowled, briefly wishing he was not pregnant. Or perhaps that he had been forewarned so he could have moved somewhere they would not both be thrown into danger so frequently. While Heero knew Wufei was more than capable of looking after himself, a part of Heero always wanted to step in front of the Preventer. It had always been Heero's nature to face anything head on and all of a sudden he was hindered by his own body.

 

Heero realized he had an inkling as to what Wufei might have felt about Heero's condition. It spelled a permanent change for both of them especially since Heero was no longer the same person he had been - at least physically.

 

Heero sighed then braced his shoulder against the flimsy partition and peered into the office in front of him, where Wufei was cuffing a rather plump looking man. Not young, perhaps though years of soft living and fat had made him look weaker, which could be translated into younger.

 

Wufei cuffed the man efficiently while he protested over something like his `right to exercise his free will'. Drake, Jr. however, got to his feet fast enough when Wufei poked him with a gun barrel, though he did remember to add Preventer brutality to his list of complaints. They moved towards the exit quietly until they reached the threshold of the office and then the stupid man looked at Heero and smiled. Heero smiled back and keyed in the frequency.

 

“Oh, shit,” Wufei groaned as the entire left side of the floor exploded outwards, pushing them both to the carpet. The blast was slightly more powerful than they had anticipated. Heero reacted instinctively, throwing himself on top of Wufei in a move which he knew would later have the Preventer raving about Heero's protective instincts but he did not care at that moment. Drake Jr. also hit the floor, dragged down by Wufei and pushed down by the force of the blast, but no one bothered to check on him.

 

Even as the secondary echo of the explosion started to fade, Heero clutched at the soft carpeting fiercely before letting go. It was a habit left over from living in space, where an explosion was usually followed by being sucked into the vacuum outside. Heero rolled onto his feet immediately and pulled out his palmtop even as Wufei jumped to his feet. He pointed his hand gun on their, captive without a glance in his direction. He was looking at Heero instead, his face unreadable.

 

“Yuy.” His voice was tense. “Are you all right?”

 

Again, it was disconcerting to hear Wufei ask if Heero was all right. It was usually the other way around.

 

“I'm fine,” Heero replied tersely. “Can I shoot him now?”

 

“I'm curious why there was a bomb here in the first place and how he got hold of it,” Wufei replied with a grimace. “But firstly, is he still alive?”

 

“Unfortunately,” Heero said, since he could feel Drake, Jr.'s hand spasming under the heel of his boot. “The blast went in the other direction -- the windows got the brunt of it.”

 

“Slightly more than the anticipated amount of explosives,” Wufei said causally, swinging his foot and kicking Drake, Jr. in his ribcage, his eyes fixed on Heero. “Hope he can walk because I'm not the nursemaid type.”

 

“We can push him over the side,” Heero said with a shrug. “I can do it since I'm not a Preventer and…”

 

“He might have something to say,” Wufei cautioned his face blank.

 

“He'd better say it soon,” Heero said with a wry grin. “I don't want to drag this extra weight…”

 

“It was a small blast,” the man practically shouted. “It wasn't supposed to go off like that. Dad said I was weak and didn't finish the things I started -- I wanted to prove I could carry out my plan to the bitter end.”

 

“Throw him over the side,” Wufei said, swinging his foot back for another kick. “He's making me sick.”

 

“Could be morning sickness,” Heero said before he could help it, making Wufei look at him with a startled look.

 

“Damn it, Yuy,” he mouthed so Drake Jr, who was still lying face down, could not see. “You made me loose my concentration.” But Heero was pleased to see that while he looked none-too-pleased, Wufei did not look disgusted by the remark. He supposed the response could be counted as a success.

 

Heero grinned in return and said aloud, “Do you think he has anything else worth saying?” taking the trouble to enunciate each and every word carefully.

 

“Probably not,” Wufei said thoughtfully. “The ceiling's about to come down on us…” Which was true since the loss of the supporting pillar seemed to have caused some structural instability in the overhead floor. “…so we have to get out fast. Dragging an extra weight with us is unlikely to help us.”

 

“Especially that he's not of much use,” Heero agreed as the pitiful thing on the floor moaned out that he was willing to talk about everything. Anything … as long as they did not kill him.

 

“So,” said Wufei, holstering his weapon and smiling briefly at Heero. “Let's take him out of here.”

 

“It's going to be a long climb down with him,” Heero added, remembering their track out, pleased that Wufei was working so well in synchronization with him. It was good to remember that Wufei was also his partner as well as his lover and sometimes they did not need words to understand what the other meant.

 

“We don't need to climb down,” Wufei said, pulling Drake Jr. to his feet by the scruff of his collar. “I called Sharine, she'll bring one of the Preventer choppers up to the adjacent building for a roof landing.

 

And sometimes, Heero just wished Wufei would just shut up and let the moment be.[1]

 

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It was the smell that finally got to him. Heero had been able tolerate it in the morning but now the mixed scent of disinfectant, air freshener and blood seemed stronger. He looked up from the washroom sink after he'd finished throwing up to see Sally approaching him with a wry grin on her face. “Nice to see you're still human,” she said, handing him a glass of water.

 

A few seconds later Wufei appeared at the doorway, his forehead creased into a frown and Heero grimaced. Now, that was one thing he wished Wufei was not a part of.

 

“He's fine,” Sally said dismissively before Wufei could speak. “Just don't repeat today and …”

 

They all froze as they heard Lady Une's voice clearly through the Medi-bay comm.

 

“Commander Chang, I want you to come back and listen to me, now….you deliberately blew up an entire office building and …” Heero tuned out as much of the commentary as possible as he waited for Sally to give him a clean bill of health. In his opinion, it was not really necessary but it was Preventer policy that all Preventers undergo a medical after returning from a mission, and since Wufei was having one, it seemed only logical that Heero be included as well.

 

“Can I go now?” he asked as he looked at the doctor.

 

“Why don't you go and sit in the lounge,” Sally suggested with a wry grin. “I think Wufei will be done in a while and afterwards you can both go home together.” The emphasis on the together made him feel embarrassed that he had blurted out his secrets to her in the morning.

 

“I'd rather take a bus,” Heero said firmly. “I think Wufei has to file in the paperwork anyway and it's easier to do if he knows I'm not waiting for him to finish up. He might feel as if I were rushing him to finish his work.”

 

“Fine,” said Sally, looking at Wufei, who was having some sort of over the vid-phone confrontation with Lady Une. “I'll tell him you've gone back to the apartment.”

 

Heero did not think it was appropriate to comment that Wufei would probably not care where Heero was going.

 

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Heero woke up with a start and discovered he had a crick in his neck. He sat up, got tangled into a blanket someone had thrown over him then managed to get his senses together.

 

He had fallen asleep on the sofa -- fully clothed.

 

Heero had fallen asleep on the sofa after coming back from the Preventer Head office wearing the same sweat soaked jeans, t-shirt and boots he had been wearing the entire day. He had not even been aware he was that tired. The only time he could recall that came close to being this exhausted had been when he had been working on Wing Zero before the duel with Zechs and then he had been recovering from his injuries.

 

And all Heero had done that day was climb thirty floors - that was give or take 5000 steps - and undergone two medical examinations. He had no reason to feel as if he had walked around the world - twice.

 

There was a noise behind him and Heero turned around startled to see Wufei standing there in loose white cotton trousers, green t-shirt and an apron. Heero recalled that someone had thrown a cover over him while he had lain there, sleeping, and the only person who could get close to him unnoticed while he was sleeping was Wufei. But to think he had not heard Wufei come back from work, change his clothes and start cooking… Either Heero had to have been drugged or…

 

“You were sleeping for so long I thought you weren't going to wake up,” Wufei said, his voice carefully controlled. “Take a shower and change into something comfortable. Dinner's almost ready. We can eat on the sofa if that's all right with you.”

 

Heero got to his feet nodding in silent agreement, not trusting his voice since his mouth felt rather dry. Dinner on the sofa meant relaxed atmosphere, close body contact and maybe finally being able to discuss the problems their relationship was undergoing.

 

Wordlessly, he got up and went to their bedroom where he stripped, showered and changed into a pair of loose shorts and a loose buttoned-up shirt (which he did not bother buttoning) in less than half an hour. When Heero emerged from the bedroom, his hair only partially dry, still shaking off the cobwebs of sleep, he was assaulted by the smell of Wufei's cooking.

 

Heero had no idea he was hungry until Wufei walked out holding a laden plate and pushed it into his hands silently. Heero started eating before he was fully seated and didn't stop until he'd had finished his second serving.

 

“If I'd known you were that hungry, I'd have prepared more,” Wufei observed dryly and Heero looked up feeling slightly defensive.

 

“I'm sorry if I ate your potion…”

 

“No, Yuy,” Wufei said with a shrug. “I've had enough. I guess you do need to eat more, now that you are, as cliché as the phrase sounds, eating for two.”

 

Heero flushed and put down his plate, though he could have managed a couple of more bites. Finally, they were going to discuss the subject they'd been hedging around the whole week so he was not going to be distracted.

 

“Does it bother you?” he asked.

 

Wufei put down his fork and regarded Heero silently. “I would be lying if I told you it wasn't,” he said finally and Heero nodded, not knowing what to say. Wufei slid towards Heero so their shoulders were rubbing and took a deep breath. “I'm sorry.”

 

Sorry, what? Sorry, I `m going to break up with you or sorry I can't do this anymore?

 

“I was an ass.”

 

So it was not going to be a good-bye. “Yes, you were,” Heero agreed. Wufei had been behaving rather annoyingly. But he decided he should try to lessen the blow, not make it worse. “I take it you don't like the idea of me being pregnant.”

 

“I was …” Wufei looked down then leaned forward and kept his plate on the coffee table in front, next to the TV remote and the collection of dust-covered magazines. “I was not sure.” He finally said in a small voice. “I thought you would not be you …does that make sense?”

 

“You thought I would not be able to step between you and a bullet,” Heero stated.

 

“I didn't want your protection…”

 

“But that was me all along,” Heero pointed out. He had been there for Wufei no matter what. “I was able to do that before and now I can't.”

 

“Yes,” Wufei said nodding his head. “I think -- maybe I was afraid that if you became pregnant, then you'd become a different person.”

 

“But I am already pregnant,” Heero pointed out. And it was not like he had been planning that.

 

“Dammit, Yuy,” Wufei almost shouted turning to face him. “How can you be pregnant, you're a man! Women get pregnant. Nowadays half the women don't get pregnant, they grow their kids in vats and you… you…”

 

“I am not a woman,” Heero stated softly, placing his plate next to Wufei's in case he threw it away or broke it in his anger. Wufei had shouted at him, which meant he was finally confessing his true feelings and he had worked the pregnant in the same sentence thrice. Maybe that was facing the facts. Now if Wufei would stop this weird way of equating him to a woman.

 

“I know,” Wufei shouted back.

 

“I'm still me,” Heero said softly.

 

“I know,” Wufei repeated. Then he took a deep breath and added, “I know -- today, you acted as you've always done and you did not behave any differently. And…” Deep breath. “…and I thought I couldn't feel the same for you if you were a different person. But the moment I heard there was a bomb in the building the first thing I thought was that you might still be in it.”

 

“You care for me,” Heero observed, feeling little pleased.

 

“Of course, I care for you, you moron,” Wufei said heatedly. “I don't even know why I ever thought it was not possible.” He leaned forward carefully and placed a hand on Heero's still flat stomach. Heero tensed slightly, then looked down to where the long-fingered hand rested on his abdomen. It had been some time since Wufei had touched him anywhere apart from his shoulders or his upper arms and this was a nice change.

 

“I care for you too,” Heero said carefully. “I also care for this…” he looked down meaningfully to where Wufei's hand rested. He did not want to say baby or anything remotely similar. That would be rubbing the whole thing in Wufei's face and it was not what he intended to do.

 

“I know,” Wufei said softly. “I'm guessing that I'll grow used to anything that's a part of you,” he said with a small smile. “It is after all, going to be our kid.”

 

“So you don't mind,” Heero queried, keeping his face blank while smiling internally.

 

“Don't expect me to get teary-eyed or sentimental, Yuy,” Wufei warned with a smirk. “Not my style.”

 

`There's still time,' Heero thought with an internal grin . Despite his tough exterior, Wufei had a soft core and Heero was counting on it.

 

“It was a long day,” Wufei said sitting back a little. “Let's just go to bed.” As Heero was about to protest that he was far from tired after napping on the sofa, Wufei's hand slid lower, cupped Heero groin before pulling free. He got to his feet smoothly and picked up their plates. “You go on ahead. I'll just toss the left over into the fridge and join you.”

 

Heero got up slowly, a slight smile curving his mouth. It had been a while since he'd last gotten laid and he was looking forward to it. Wufei was feeling aggressive, which meant Heero was going to bottom and he felt his nipples stiffen with anticipation.

 

 

[1] I was originally going to do a full-blown action scene but really, one-shots and action was not really going to help the plot so I let it slide. Hopefully no one was looking forward to reading Matrix-style jump into chopper stuff in a 1x5 mpreg. (Mpreg being the keyword.)

 

 

 

Ok, here goes,

i'malive - yeah, I know, writing from Heero's pov was rather fun but not something I do very often. Don't know if it's a repeat experience.

 

Tsuchi - thank you for reading. I know mpreg isn't every one's cup of tea.

 

Alzilur - what to do with Sharine. Hmmmmmmmmm.

 

CircleKV0012 - no this is not going to be full blow out mpreg story. I just don't know if I can do that. This is just one place where the two (1 and 5) try to get used to the idea of Heero being pregnant. Nothing more. I'd love to write the full story but really …

 

And Jess - I think you're right. You've inspired me to write a chapter from Sharine's pov though god knows when I'll get around to it. Hopefully soon, but it's not going to be the next chapter for this fic.

 

Nightmuse -look at me smiling and nodding

 

I'm really trying to write an mpreg story where the guys remain guys, not chicks with dicks. Hope I'm getting there.