Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Getaway ❯ Falling Apart ( Chapter 1 )

Standard Disclaimers Apply: I don't own Gundam Wing, it's characters, Harley Davidson, or anything else in this story. I just came up with the plot and wrote the story my muse stuffed in my ear. I'm not making any money off of this either. Honestly, don't you think there's a reason they call it FanFiction?

Also, this is going to be a lemon, so it's NC-17. We all know what that means…and that no one will pay any attention to this either. Oh well. Hope you enjoy the story! ^_^

 

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Chapter 1: Falling Apart

 

 

A secret smile stretched across Relena Peacecraft's lips as she snuggled a little closer to the mussy haired brunette in front of her on the bike. She couldn't help it; she was elated, giddy even, at being out in the middle of nowhere, far away from all of her responsibilities, with the man she had carried a torch for for so long. Not even the fact that he still acted like he was nothing more than her personal assistant and bodyguard could bring her down right now. She had been working on him slowly for the last four years and she could tell it was doing some good.

 

While Heero Yuy still had the best poker face she'd ever seen, there were little clues that gave him away; the way he looked at her when he didn't think she'd notice, the voice that had softened for her over the years, and not to mention the electricity that seemed to flare between them whenever they were alone. Yes. She was definitely getting to him.

 

`And tonight he won't have anywhere to run,' she thought amusedly. `I've gotten plenty of pointers and tonight's the night. And to think, I owe it all to one little outburst.' She giggled slightly as the memory floated back to her.

 

“Enough!”

 

Several pair of incredulous eyes turned to stare at the person so rudely shocking them all into silence. One man, a delegate for the Lord's Alliance, Lord Ernest Burroughs, found his voice first.

 

“Miss Peacecraft? Is something wrong?”

 

Relena sat in her place at the end of the table of delegates, starring down at the folder she'd slammed down against the table, punctuating her outburst. Her bangs hid her sky blue eyes from everyone present. The trembling in her voice did little to hide her vehemence as she retorted,

 

“Oh, I'm fine. Better than fine. I'm ecstatic! It's not everyday you come to the conclusion that I just did.”

 

Sea met sky as Heero, having became her personal assistant to be closer to her during meetings, met and tried unsuccessfully to hold Relena's gaze as she slowly raised her head to stare seethingly at the men before her. The mere fact that her carefully schooled expression had faltered, and into such an acidic look, worried Heero. Apparently he had been the only one to notice that she wasn't acting right. She had been resting her head on her hand as she idly flipped through her political packet for the last twenty minutes.

 

“And what conclusion would that be, Miss Peacecraft?” asked the delegate opposite the table from her, Dr. Ivanov.

 

“Why, the fact that I've been cooped up in a room, on a Saturday, for eleven hours, with six men who obviously couldn't care less about finding a solution to the problem at hand. What? Did the country club suspend all of you for acting like four-year olds on the green and this was the only amusing thing you all could think of to do over the weekend?”

 

Heero was just as stunned as the delegates were. Dr. Ivanov, being one of the more foul tempered of the group, was the first to find his voice this time.

 

“Well! I apologize for interrupting your weekend off! Maybe we could find a day more suitable to your convenience, Your Highness!” he spat out, snidely.

 

Relena's sharp tongue bit back just as quickly.

 

“That's the point. I don't take days off. I work all day, every day, babysitting men just like you, making sure you don't put your foot so far down your throat that you choke on it. And I'm tired of it!”

By that point, she'd been standing, looking down her nose at the flabbergasted men.

“Somewhere along the line someone seems to have misread my profile. Under occupation it says `Political Mediator', not `Babysitter', and I have had quite enough of sitting here, holding your hands and being ignored. If there is a peaceful solution to be found here gentleman, I'm afraid you'll have to find it without me. I quit!”

 

With that being said, she had left the room, not even pausing at the doorway as she threw the packet that she had still been clutching over her shoulder to rain papers down all over the floor in her wake.

 

Relena sighed, resting her forehead on Heero's back.

 

“Are you all right, Relena?” asked Heero, nearly having to shout to be heard over the wind and motorcycle, a vintage Harley-Davidson roadster. Relena nodded, sliding one hand up under his bomber style jacket, and incidentally, his shirt. She smiled again as she felt a slight tremor slide through him, tightening his muscles as her hand slowly slid over them. Her smile broadened in amusement as he laid his left arm of hers, pinning her hand and arm against him. She also noted that he didn't complain or tell her to stop, as he once would have. Instead, he reached under his shirt and threaded his fingers through hers.

 

`She seems so fragile sometimes,' Heero thought to himself. `Though, not as fragile as the day she blew up.'

 

While the delegates had called her a raving banshee, they didn't see what that little outburst had cost her. He'd collected her briefcase, leaving the file she had tossed over her shoulder, and quickly followed after her. She went directly to the Ladies' Room where he heard the distinctive sound of someone becoming violently ill.

 

He'd figured she would need a few minutes to collect herself, but after fifteen had came and went he started to worry. He knocked on the door, getting no response, then opening it a crack, calling her name.

 

“Relena? Are you all right?” Still no response.

 

That was when he heard it, a soft sniffling and a choked sob. Ladies' Room or not, he went in.

 

He found her in the largest stall, huddled on the floor in a corner. Her legs were drawn up to her chest with her head buried in her hands. She was shaking. Worse, she was crying. And while he knew that crying was probably the most natural response, it still shook him. Heero had only ever seen Relena cry a handful of times. Sometimes it was because of him, sometimes not, but it had never set well with him.

 

He had never understood her pacifism during the war, had even found it foolish, but he had come to respect her spirit, her conviction and the way she could pull the people together with a passion he could never seem to muster. He had come to think of her as his warrior princess, as twisted as that was.

 

That's why it was so hard for him to see her cry.

 

He'd had to truly control himself when he'd whispered her name as he knelt in front of her, and she'd looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, with a terrified look in her eyes.

 

“He-Heero?”

 

Her breath hitched in her throat as she whispered his name. He hated the way she even sounded terrified. `Yeah, someone should die,' he thought.

 

“It's alright, Relena.”

 

She launched herself against him, clinging to his chest, the sobs becoming harder and truly audible. He held her, letting her cry as her body shook. After several moments it became apparent that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Deciding to take things into his own hands, Heero stood her up and then slid an arm under her legs, cradling her to him, and carrying her out of the building.

 

Relena wrapped her arms around Heero's neck, burying her face there, as he carried her. She never once complained on the way to the parking garage; not even when they had passed the delegates in the hallway. It's a good thing looks couldn't kill, otherwise Dr. Ivanov would have died on the spot. He had probably been thinking the same thing at that moment, as he had paled visibly when they passed by and Heero gave him one of his patented `Yuy Death Glares'.

 

Heero had frowned as he settled Relena into his sleek, black convertible. She had stopped sobbing but she was still shaking, badly. Her color didn't look good either. `And I've never noticed how thin she was getting,' he thought as he slid into the driver's seat. Apart from feeling very good in his arms, Relena had felt entirely too thin for his liking.

 

In her present condition, Heero knew she needed rest. He didn't even bother going back to her office. Instead, he took out his cell phone, calling her receptionist, Fiona. He told her that Relena was ill and to cancel the rest of her appointments for the weekend. Next, he called Relena's personal physician, Dr. Shiae, and told him to come to her estate as soon as possible.

 

By the time the doctor got there, Heero had already gotten her into the house and settled on the bed. After a few minutes of examination, Dr. Shiae gave Relena an injection followed by an order to stay in bed. Then he motioned Heero into the hall with him. After the door was firmly shut, Dr. Shiae turned to Heero and asked what happened to her. Heero quickly described the incident and Relena's behavior. The doctor shook his head.

 

“I've been telling her this was going to happen,” he said.

 

“What?” asked Heero.

 

“She's on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Mr. Yuy.” Heero looked like the doctor had just confirmed his own suspicions. “I've been telling her to slow down. She's supposed to take a vacation periodically but I've yet to see it happen.”

 

“A vacation? She doesn't even take a day off unless she's fall-down sick. Matter of fact,” said Heero thoughtfully, “the last time she took a couple days off was the last time you came out here.”

 

“You mean when she was on the verge of pneumonia? She was already exhausted then. I ordered her to take a week off.”

 

“Well, a week turned into four days, two of which she spent going over paperwork in her home office.” Heero fairly radiated annoyance.

 

Dr. Shiae looked aghast. “What? It's amazing she hasn't broken down before this! I'm amazed you're doing so well, for that matter. You're both crazy. I realize you're both only twenty or so, but you can't keep going day and night forever. You've both got to take some time off! She's gonna kill herself if she doesn't!”

 

Heero's jaw set in a determined angle as he nodded his agreement. “Just tell me what you want me to do for her and I'll make sure it's done, Doctor.”

 

“First, make sure she relaxes for the next couple of days. She shouldn't go back to work until Wednesday, at least. Next, I don't care how you manage it, but she needs to take the weekends off. Period. No meetings, no conferences, no business lunches…nothing. She's not the Queen anymore and she deserves a weekend off just like any other hard working official.”

 

Heero shook his head slightly. “She's not going to like that one bit. She does most of her informal business brunches on the weekends.”

 

“Tough! I'm making it a medical order! She's to take every weekend off! Not one or two a month, or year, Every weekend! Do I make myself clear, Mr. Yuy?” Heero nodded. “Good. Because if I hear of Miss Peacecraft collapsing like this again, I'll remove her from active duty indefinitely!” huffed Dr. Shiae, looking like he meant every word.

“Now, get her a bath and into bed soon. The injection I gave her will make her a little woozy so stay with her until she's securely in bed, asleep. Make sure she eats light, healthy meals the next few days, nothing too heavy. By Wednesday she should be ready to return to work, but only for eight hours a day! None of this twelve to sixteen hour days nonsense! If she doesn't like it, then she can come see me.”

 

Heero got the distinct impression that Relena wouldn't like that particular doctor's visit. He nodded. “Very well, Doctor Shiae. I'll tend to her personally. If you have any other medications you want her on or orders you want me to make sure she follows, just leave them with Fiona. She'll fill any prescriptions and let me know if you've called. Thank you very much for coming out here, Doctor. If there's nothing else, I'd like to see to my charge now.” Dr. Shiae had merely told Heero good luck before leaving him to deal with Relena.

 

Heero felt Relena's warmth through their jackets and was reassured by the feeling. She had been so clammy the first night he took care of her that he didn't think she'd ever get warm again. But the next couple of days had proved she was warming up again, much to his discomfort.

 

`Enough of that,' Heero thought, pulling his mind away from the soapy encounter that constantly haunted his dreams as of late. Now would be a very bad time to need a cold shower. Especially when her hands were so close to that part of him that wanted her attention most. `And they seemed to be roving around with a mind of their own,' he silently lamented as the hand he wasn't holding started sliding down his thigh teasingly.

 

Relena smiled as she felt Heero shift his leg as she lightly caressed down his thigh. He moved again, leaning back against her, effectively stopping her hand from trailing up his inner thigh, where she'd been aiming for a much more sensitive spot. She was probably making things hard enough on him, but then again, that was sort of the point. `Besides, it's high time Heero learned that he's not immune to my presence, as much as he probably wishes he was,' she thought as she felt his deep sigh, of relief maybe, as she obediently put her hand back around his chest. Her only regret was that she couldn't see his face or his expression. She was sure it was priceless. `Like that night…'

 

Heero had been true to his word. Much to Relena's relief, and later annoyance, he had been by her side night and day, keeping a very close eye on her. He made her meals. He made her take her medicine. He even drew her baths. Although, the bath part hadn't been that bad, for her.

 

Heero had never seen Relena naked, but the medicine made her so fuzzyheaded he was afraid to let her bathe alone. So instead of showers, he ran her bubble baths each night. By Tuesday, Relena was certain that he was sneaking peeks at her and was having a harder time fighting it than usual. They had already had a couple of really good arguments over her work schedule, which in one of them Lady Une herself came by and told her to deal with it. So Relena had decided to use her situation to her advantage…a little.

 

“Heero?”

 

“Yes, Relena? What do you need?”

 

She was in the tub, buried up to the neck in huge milky bubbles. Heero was sitting at the dressing table, reading the Tuesday evening paper.

 

“Could you please scrub my back?”

 

She noted with amusement the short rustle of the newspaper as he started, being caught off guard by the question. He covered it well by folding the paper in half to look at her. She held up a pouf, thick with lather. He pursed his lips but obligingly stood up, coming over to the tub and taking the pouf from her. For her part, Relena turned around, pulling her hair up onto her head to expose her back, and as it so happened, other parts to his view. Although the view couldn't have been much from his position at her back, it must have been enough to make him uncomfortable as he made quick work of her back and literally threw the pouf into the tub before standing and turning to walk out of the room.

 

His retreat was so abrupt, she hadn't known what to think. She started to stand up to get out when she slipped on the wet floor of the tub.

 

“Heero? What's wrong? Oh!”

 

Heero had turned back just in time to see her falling forward and had launched himself at her, catching her against him. It had seemed to hit them both at the same time that She was wet, slippery, and pressed firmly against his chest. It also came to her attention that something else was rather firmly pressed against her, undeniable proof of his arousal. Her eyes widened as she looked at him and for the first time seen a real blush spread across his face. He looked like he was at a loss for words.

 

She didn't really know what would happen, but she leaned closer into his embrace and pressed her lips to his. It was both wonderful and awful. He hadn't kissed her in what seemed like forever, back in the war, but his lips felt like they remembered hers. It was electric, explosive even, as his lips pressed back against hers solidly for a moment. Then he pulled away, looking like he had just committed sacrilege or something of the sort. That was the awful part. But before she could say or do anything, he picked her up, pulling her out of the bathtub, wrapped a towel around her, and left her standing in the middle of the bathroom, lost in the mass of terrycloth and her thoughts.