Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 23 ( Chapter 23 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, probably Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), I should probably add angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex.

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The Elements

Chapter 23

Oberon walked up to the bouncer-a big, tall black man who looked who, but that he knew was Sidhe-a huge smile plastered on his adorable face. "Excuse me. Sir," Oberon said in the cutest voice the host's vocal cords could muster.

"Back of the line, Kid," the bouncer said without turning to face Oberon. He seemed to dismiss Oberon then and let three pixies enter after they had shown proper identification; i.e., their wings.

"But, sir, if you would just-"

"Listen, Kid," the bouncer said, back still turned away from Oberon, "I have to let these people in. If I don't let them in, they tend to get antsy. If they get antsy, they tend to get rowdy. If they get rowdy, they tend to get in fights. And if they get in fights, people tend to get hurt. Therefore, I have to take care of the people in line. If you want in the club, go to the end of the line. If, for some reason, you want to talk to me, go to the end of the line. If you-"

The bouncer stopped suddenly when he turned around and saw that it was none other than "Prince Heero" he had been speaking to so harshly. The bouncer fell to the ground and prostrated himself-on his knees, in the yoga "child position", no less-before his beloved "prince."

"I am so sorry, Prince Heero. I did not know it was you," pleaded the bouncer. "Please forgive me, Your Highness. I did not even know you were in the area. We-meaning the local Sidhe, of course-were not informed that *this* is where you would be staying. That, of course, does not excuse my actions. I have no excuse. I should have known it was you from the start-"

"Sh," Oberon said, placing two fingers over the bouncers lips, effectively silencing him. Oberon had crouched down in front of the bouncer during his babbling speech, and he now helped the stricken man get up. "It's okay; I forgive you." Oberon smiled up at the bouncer with falsely kind eyes, trying to put him at ease. It seemed to work.

"Thank you, Your Highness," the bouncer said, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. "Is there anything I can do for you, other than let you into our fine establishment?"

"Actually, there is," Oberon said, mentally smirking. "Is the owner of the club here?"

"The Lleanan Sidhe? Yes, she is. Every day, she stays here from sunrise to sunset. Then, at night, her sister-the Lliannan Shee-comes in and stays until sunrise. Nobody talks to her, though, for obvious reasons. But, yes, the Lleanan Sidhe is here."

"And where, pray tell, is she?" Oberon asked, giving the bouncer Heero's award winning (Most Likely to make Men Do Your Bidding, No Questions Asked 2002-awarded by Rhys) smile.

"She's in the back room. Normally, customers aren't allowed back there, but you can go. Just ask Carl to take you back. And tell him that Jack sent you," the bouncer replied.

"And are you Jack?" Oberon asked, running his hand up the exposed length of the bouncer's arm

"Y-yes," the bouncer-now known as Jack the bouncer-stuttered. "W-would you like to go in now?"

"Yes, I would like that very much, *Jack*," Oberon said when Jack the bouncer stepped aside to allow him entrance.

***

Duo practically ran to Trowa's room when he heard the nurse's words, Quatre and Wufei following close behind him. He reached the door and turned the knob, ready to fling it open and glomp his friend and never let him go. Ever, ever, ever. But Duo stopped when he saw a flash of silverish hair and heard the sound of two voices talking.

Quatre and Wufei, unaware that Duo had stopped, ran into Duo, almost causing the door to fly out of his grasp. He turned around and gave the two a glare worthy of Headmistress Une's when she was PMSing and had just dealt with thirteen rowdy ten year-old boys (and Duo should know, he had been one of those thirteen; God, she had been scary that day). Or, at least, Duo *hoped* that was what his glare looked like. Aside from the absence of laughter, Duo had no way to be sure that he didn't look more like Barney the Purple Dinosaur, about to make beautiful hats out of paper, glitter, and lots of love.

"Be quiet," Duo hissed at the two, who had started to protest when they saw that Duo wasn't going into Trowa's room any time soon. "There's already somebody in there with him, and I, for one, want to hear what they're saying."

Quatre and Wufei looked slightly confused, then they slowly nodded their heads in unison, indicating their consent. "Okay, Duo," Quatre said. "But as soon as they shut up, I'm going in. With or without you."

***

Trowa had awoken in a strange place, not remembering why he was there or how he had come to be there. He heard the beeps, clicks, and whirls or various machines and felt the weight of the heart monitor on his index finger, but he did not attribute any importance to either of these. It was not until he opened his eyes and saw the face of the vaguely familiar man at his bedside that the events of the last few hours came crashing back down to him. Telling the circumstances of his birth. Being comforted by"

//Oh, Gods,// Trowa thought, trying to sit up. //I should be dead. Why am I not dead?//

"I don't know," the strange man said, making Trowa realize that he had just spoken his thoughts aloud. "I was hoping you could tell me."

"I-I don't know," Trowa said, rubbing his chest. It hurt immensely, and the sticky pads the doctors put on him to monitor his body were itching around there. "What happened?"

"Again, hoping you could tell me," the man said. Trowa noticed he had an eye patch over his right eye and wondered what happened to it. He dismissed the thought, though-it was not relevant to the matter at hand. "I didn't get to the scene until *after* you and Heero were finished diddling each other, so I don't know much. However, I *do* know that, at this moment, Heero is not Heero, and his brothers are not his brothers. I also know that Rafe (even if it wasn't really Rafe) packs a hell of a punch... By the way, I'm Rhys, the princes' official Sidhe bodyguard. Guess I didn't do too good a job, did I?"

"I'm sure you did your best," Trowa said, distracted. He thought he heard a gasp when Rhys said "diddled," and then another when he said "princes'," but Trowa couldn't be sure. The only thing he could be sure of was the massive weight on his chest and the emptiness in his heart as the full gravity of what happened came crashing down on him.

His tree had died. And he had not.

Selune