Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Urgent Call ❯ A Meeting With the Pilots ( Chapter 9 )

A/N And here's the next chapter, jumps a bit from the last battle and this is set in the Preventer hospital after Heero's blowing up of himself and the base and the shooting of Mariemaia. The other pilots have come to see him but don't know about Mirielle, Zechs will show up in the next and last chapter to see Heero, he isn't here yet because Duo has made it very clear what'll happen is he goes to see Heero without his permission, that and he's scared of making the situation worse.

Please read the snippit of a new story at the end and tell me what you think, I'm wondering if I should continue it or not.

For disclaimers, etc see first chapter.

Chapter 9

"Heero!" Quatre rushed into the room only to stop short at the sight of the teenager holding a baby in one arm and a bottle in his other hand. Only pure reflexes stopped Trowa, Wufei and Duo crashing into his back as he slowly started to move again. "Heero, are you feeling alright?"

"He just blew himself up Q how'd'ya think he feels?" Duo snorted walking round the young blonde and moving to drop a kiss on the baby's head and give Heero a hug. "What did you think you were doing, hey? Planning to leave me holding the baby… so to speak."

The baby, clearly upset at having been forgotten about by her daddy plaintively opened her mouth wide, beseeching cobalt eyes looked up and she whimpered slightly.

"Well would you look at that," Duo shook his head in amazement, "she doesn't talk much but she sure gets her point across," he paused thoughtfully, "kinda like her daddy with a semi-automatic machine gun."

Quatre's eyes widened and his jaw dropped, "`daddy'?" he whispered softly. "She's yours Heero?"

The messy haired young man didn't answer, just smiled at the blonde and then at the infant in his arms, who was now happily suckling on the bottle.

Duo rolled his eyes, "have you not looked at her then Q-Ball? It's obvious who she belongs too isn't it?"

"So… Who's the mother?" Heero blushed slightly and, upon seeing that he wasn't going to answer, Duo answered for him.

"Er… well he is actually."

Quatre blinked, Trowa's one visible eye widened substantially and Wufei choked.

"What!"

Seeing Heero still wasn't going to answer Duo looked at him closely and as he saw the affirmation in his face started to explain what J had done.

As Duo explained Heero finished feeding and began to burp his daughter watching the pilots' expressions vary between awe-struck and horrified.

"Wow…" Once Duo had finished Quatre looked torn between amazement and disgust. Trowa's face was still impassive, the only indication of just how far he had been thrown was the death grip he had on Quatre's hand. Wufei, who had slumped into a chair somewhere towards the start of the story, ran a hand through his usually immaculate hair causing several strands to escape the elastic band and fall in his face. Distractedly he brushed the wisps away and, the look on his face suggesting that he could use a stiff drink, asked the question that all of them clearly wanted answering.

"So… has this been done to the rest of us as well or…"

"No," Duo broke in, "when she found out what had happened to Heero Sally checked each of us over to see, none of us had been touched, this was J's little… erm… whatever and there's no reason for you to have been done Wu."

"I was kept informed right the way through my treatment," Heero broke in, both to further reassure the stressed Chinese pilot and to distract him from attacking Duo for his use of a nickname, "if it had happened to you it would have been necessary for you to know what was happening, if it had happened you would know about it."

"Is there… is there anyway you could… we could… erm…" Quatre clutched Trowa's hand tighter and flushed lightly. "I mean… if we could…"

Heero smiled at him, "talk to Sally, I understand she's been doing some research on it."

Quatre's face lit up and Trowa's lips curved into a gentle half-smile as he gently prised the blonde's fingers from where they were denting his hand.

"What did you call her?" The question from Wufei caused Heero to bite his lip, "Yuy?"

"Mirielle."

"Mirielle Duet," Duo chipped in, obviously proud.

None of the pilots looked surprised, Heero looked at each of them slowly, tentatively, waiting for the outburst.

"What?" Quatre's enquiry startled him, "did you think we didn't know? Only one question though, what are you going to do now, now he's back? She deserves to know her father Heero, even if you don't start to date him again."

"I know and it wouldn't be a problem if I thought I could trust myself around him," Heero's face was dark, his eyes burning with a rage that had barely been seen by the other pilots before, "I don't know whether I would kill him or kiss him if I saw him. He wont want me now anyway, as far as he knows I was cheating on him, my daughter was full term and that means that I must have been seeing someone else at the same time as I was seeing him to have a daughter this age."

"But you weren't…"

"I know, but if he sees me with a baby then the fact that I carried it isn't going to be the first thing that pops into his head is it."

Quatre leaned over and squeezed his arm, "give him a chance, he isn't a bad person, he's just made a lot of mistakes." He examined the baby carefully, "I can see both of you in her, she has your eyes and face but his hair and nose…" He moved to touch her gently but was intercepted by the child herself clutching at his finger in sleep and latching on tightly, Quatre laughed, "she has his hands too, elegant with long fingers."

Seeing the look on the blonde's face Heero took a deep breath, "would you like to hold her?"

The look of absolute reverence the young heir was giving his daughter was enough of an answer as he gently held the baby without need of direction, supporting her head with ease, arms moving instinctively into the correct position.

"What?" He asked seeing the startled looks, "I have twenty-nine sisters, you can get quite a lot of nieces and nephews from twenty-nine sisters you know?"

The door opened and instantly four guns were trained on it, the one absent one belonged to Quatre and he had automatically moved behind the others so that he and the baby wouldn't be in firing range. The reactions were understandable, it was practically impossible to turn off the training that ordered them to view every unknown as a potential enemy, any progress they may have made had been completely shattered by the battles of just a few hours ago. They were soldiers, they would always be soldiers and it was these split-second reflexes that had kept them alive for so long.

The sight of four guns trained on them would have terrified most people, the sight of four gundam pilots on the other ends of them would have petrified anybody else, Sally Po was not just anybody though, she had treated each of them at some point and was used to the reflexes and paranoia that they called `being careful'. Sally proved how just not just anybody she was as she walked, in complete indifference of the guns, over to Heero Yuy and gave him a quick hug.

"Hi! You still feeling ok Heero?" She turned round, rolling her eyes at the flat line displayed by the many machines, the machines Heero had dutifully unplugged from his body when he had first regained consciousness, she saw the child who was still in Quatre's arms and started, "when did she…? How did she get here?"

Lady Une brought her in," Heero answered, "just after I regained consciousness, it seems that until then Mariemaia was enjoying her company," he rolled his eyes, "apparently our young dictator was most unimpressed by her latest playmate absconding, I've had to promise to take her back tomorrow."

"I'm surprised you'd let Mariemaia near her Heero, especially after what she just tried to do…"

"Mariemaia's just a kid, she's not evil, I know she wouldn't hurt her, not that she'd have the opportunity, not with Lady Une there, Une looked at Miri once and… well, you know what she's like."

Trowa smiled inwardly, he had once compared the leader of the Preventers to a lioness protecting her cubs, there was no limit to what she would do for anyone within her care.

"Right well I'm sure you all want to catch up some more but I'm going to have to insist, as a doctor, that all of you get some rest, any normal person, and yes I know you're not exactly `normal'," she held up her hands to forestall the protests, "would be dead," a sharp glance was shot towards Heero, "or would have collapsed from exhaustion." Seeing the expressions on their faces she sighed. "Just pretend to rest, at least, ok? Now if you'll excuse me I have more patients than crazy, suicidal gundam pilots to deal with." With that she swept out of the room.

Quatre placed the baby in the cot at the side of the bed and smiled at her softly, clearly already smitten, longing for one of his own was written all over his face, seeing the expression Trowa sighed, "we'll talk to Sally in the morning when she's got a bit more time, see if there's anything she can do…" He was cut off as his husband propelled himself into his arms and hugged him tightly muttering repeated `thank yous.'

Duo beamed outright at the couple who were lost in their own little world even as they locked lips. As it grew steamier however he felt it was his duty to say something, "hey, there's kiddies present you know," he shook his head reproachfully at them, "tut tut both of you."

They both rolled their eyes at him, rare smiles on both faces as Duo gently steered them towards the door.

"See you tomorrow Heero." Quatre called and Trowa nodded at him, still smiling. Wufei gave him a smirk that requested more explanations in the morning and he smirked back in both acknowledgement and acceptance.

Duo's goodbye was a surprise though, in an uncharacteristically sober move he gave his best friend a hug gently and whispered, "just remember that not even you can change the past, therefore it's better to look to the future Heero." Then he straightened and the solemn expression was replaced by another, more cheerful one, so quickly he found himself doubting it's existence at all. "Bye, bye then Hee-chan, take care, don't run off this time and no more blowing yourself up, do you understand me young man?" Without waiting for an answer the braided hurricane flounced elegantly out of the door.

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"Hey!"

Duo's call drew the other pilots' attention back to him.

Duo grinned, the sight was pure evil. "I think we need to have a little talk with Zechsy, don't we."

TBC

A/N Well, loved it, hated it? I can't believe this story's nearly over, I'm thinking about writing a sequel what do you think. BTW here's the 13x1 teaser/tester first chapter thing I've been wondering about, please tell me if you like it, what you think and if it should be continued or what.

A/N A tester to see if |I should continue… Another Heero Mpreg, with Treize as the father this time. It was a review that inspired this fic, Sabrina-fowler asked if Treize was the father in my 6x1 mpreg fic and I started thinking what if he was, this scene just popped into my head and I just had to write it. I love the pairing 1x13x1 and I have never written anything for it, I'm pretty sure Treize is going to be the father, unless people completely hate that idea of course…

Rating: PG-13 for subject if Mpreg and language

Summary: 13x1, I think, 2x5, 3x4, another Heero Mpreg, really short, should I continue?

Disclaimer: I own Gundam Wing? Why didn't anybody tell me.

Duo sighed softly as he woke, once again, to the sound of violent retching coming from the bathroom, he knew without turning over who the missing pilot would be, the same one it had been for the last week, the same one who it had been every day since they had moved into a safehouse with room only for the five of them to share a room with a bathroom next door. He also knew without looking that the other pilots would be staring at the door, Quatre looking like he wanted to jump up and help, Trowa holding him back, Wufei was sitting on the end of their bed, Duo could feel the weight on his feet, he would be watching the door worriedly waiting and listening for any signs of the sickness stopping.

What the hell was wrong with Heero, and since when did the perfect soldier get sick anyway?

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"…You filthy, little slut, you fucking whore! I bet you don't even know who did it, do you? How many of them are you bending over and spreading your legs for? How many people did you beg to fuck you raw? How many…?"

Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei entered the safehouse and started at hearing the voice, they all recognised it, it was the voice that had, calmly and without regret, given an order to Heero that he knew the fifteen year old would interpret at an order to kill himself. Duo's mind registered the words the voice was speaking and he saw red.

The figure on the screen didn't have time to finish, a furious looking God of Death had sprung forwards, after breaking out of his shock and had slammed the vid-phone down so hard they heard the screen crack, abruptly the figure and the voice vanished and, along with it, Heero's composure, the perfect soldier turned deathly white and probably would have collapsed if Wufei hadn't sprung forwards and steadied him.

"Now," Duo said pleasantly, his voice at odds with his expression. "Would someone," he looked pointedly at Heero, "like to tell me what the hell was that about?" Duo was still looking furious, Heero winced.

TBC?

A/N Well should I continue? It's just something that popped into my head, in case you haven't guessed it's a pregnant!Heero fic, my second.