Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Shini Pack ❯ Quatre's Stress Pt 1 ( Chapter 12 )

Title: The Pack

Author: ChimeraDragon

Pairings: 1x2x1 3x4x3 5xOCx5 6x13x6

Author Notes: Continued with permission from Lady Hex (Hex-chan). Also, in my little universe here, with a specialize surgery men can have a womb implanted in them so that they can carry and bear children.

 

Chapter12: Quatre's Stress pt. 1

 

(Two months after Quatre lost Duo and Trowa)

 

At Hunter's Headquarters . . .

 

Quatre sat at his desk trying to concentrate on his work but finding the task rather difficult.

“I still can't believe it. Trowa and Duo are werewolves. Lycanthropes, the very creatures I've been raised and trained to kill. But,” he paused to look at a picture of all of the pilots together. Heero was glaring at the camera, a possessive arm around Duo's waist while Duo grinned cheerfully. He and Trowa stood next to them, Trowa wore a small smile and he had an arm looped about Quatre's waist. Wufei stood by himself off to the side, but he too was smiling. Quatre sighted again. “But you're nothing like those I've tracked down and killed. Why is that?”

Quatre pulled a small Emerald green book out of his desk and gout out a pen. He turned the computer monitor off and opened the slightly worn book open to a blank page.

 

= Dear Journal,

 

You seem to be getting a lot of use these days. Ore maybe that's because I can't seem to organize my thoughts. Well, that's not quite accurate.

It's just that my thoughts all keep centering around him.

Trowa Barton.

How can he be a lycanthrope and be so gentle? So loving? They are supposed to be vicious and cruel animals. Ruthless killers out to destroy the human race.

And yet he tried to save it. We all did.

And succeeded.

Trowa and I found love, and our soul mates in each other. He was never too rough with me, always so gentle.

I've been spending more and more time thinking about them. I'm not sure that; if the time came, I'd be able to bring them in.

What can I do? =

 

Quatre sighed. A knock sounded on his door.

“Yes?” Quatre called looking towards the door.

“Sir, you're needed by the Major,” a young boy said poking his head in the door.

“Tell, him I'll be there in a minute,” Quatre replied turning back to his desk. The boy nodded and left, Quatre looked at the journal.

 

= I think I'm going to go find Trowa for myself. I'm not going tell my superiors about this.

Wish me luck.

By Allah, I think I'm going to be needing it. =

 

Quatre closed the journal and locked it up in his desk. He stood and put on his black Hunter's jacket. He quickly walked down the hallway to the Major's office, knocked once, and entered the room.

“Sir, Lieutenant Winner reporting as requested,” Quatre said saluting and standing at attention.

“Relax, Winner,” the man replied.

“You called me, Sir?” Quatre asked.

“Have a seat. We need to talk,” the man gestured to a chair. Quatre sat and waited patiently. “I thought I should let you know that you're about to come under some serious heat. You're one of my best agents, I can't just leave you unprepared.”

“If you don't mind my asking, why?”

“You lost track of your two nineteens,” the man replied. “And another thing is that you had been sleeping with one of them. That is unacceptable. You know that.”

“I am not an idiot,” Quatre replied coldly.

“I never said you were. I'm just trying to help prepare you for what's to come. I'm sorry for your loss, but you know what's required of you.”

“I know,” Quatre said with a defeated sigh.

“I wish there was another way.”

“They aren't like the usual lycanthropes we've dealt with before.”

“I know, but we aren't the ones in charge. So, how is your research going?”

“Oh, the lycanthrope dragons rumor?” Quatre snorted. “As far as I can tell it's nothing but an outrageous fairy tale. But there have been a few, very shaky reports.”

“Then can you explain this?” the Major held up a picture.

“By Allah,” Quatre breathed. He took the photo in hand and looked closer. It was a shadowed image of a man with long, free flowing hair standing on a cliff edge3. Behind him was a pair of bat-like wings and a long sinuous tail. “Are you sure this isn't a hoax?” Quatre asked, not daring to believe his luck just yet.

“As far as we can tell it isn't, but you can use it in your research if you'd like.”

“Where did you get it?”

“We found it in some ancient book in the library. This picture fell out, the photo is much newer than the book. Though we still haven't translated or even figured out what language the book was written in.

“What about the universal database cross-reference?”

“It came up with nothing.”

“Nothing!? You must be joking!”

“I wish I was.”

“Hm, can I have a look at that book?”

“Sure, what can it harm? I'll get it to you by the end of the day.”

“Thank you,” Quatre took another look at the picture. Something about it rung a bell, but he wasn't quite sure what that something was. “If that's all, I'm going to get back to work. The two nineteens I was tracking still elude me. However, I did find another group of lycanthropes. I was planning on bringing the data to you in half an hour. It's not organized right now. But, according to my research they've been attacking innocent people randomly.”

“Oh, and what else did you find?”

“The location of the nest.”

“Very good. You're dismissed. I want that report on my desk within the hour.”

“Good day to you, Sir,” Quatre saluted and left.

Back in his own room Quatre sat in front of his computer typing up his report.

“I won't try to get a hold of Trowa first,” Quatre murmured to himself. “Duo or Heero would probably be my best bet. What was Heero's email address again?”

He quickly opened up his secured email and wrote a brief message to Heero.

“That's all I can do for now.” He finished up the last few lines in his report, printed it off and stood to go deliver the report. “I'll find you soon, Trowa.”

 

TBC . . .