Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 15
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 800 | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.04.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 800 | Visits: 377 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 15
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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The first thing Heero became aware of when he came back to consciousness was muffled voices around him. The second was the glaring white light that, when he opened his eyes, forced him to shut them again. He tried to speak to get someone to turn the lights off, but his throat was try and any attempts at sound he made came out as a scratchy hiss.
Quatre was the first voice he recognized, and the slighter man seemed to understand what he wanted as he switched off the lights and forced ice through Heero's lips for him to suck on. "It's about time you joined the rest of us," the blond said, and Heero could hear the joy in his voice.
'How long have I been out?' He wondered. He put a voice to his question, his throat feeling odd since it hadn't been used in some time, but most of the scratchiness was gone.
"Two weeks. Yeah, wow, you've been out for a while. Let's see." Quatre began to tick things off on his fingers. "So you've been out for two weeks; you officially were dead - try not to scare us like *that* again, okay? - for a whole five minutes; I am temporarily in charge until you're fit to fly but once you get out of here you'll be directing from the ground; losses since Barber's discharge are now Ringley, Farland, and Manley; and I think that's it."
"Duo," Heero managed to cough out. "Where's Duo?"
Quatre chewed on his lip, and to Heero it seemed like he was trying to find the right way to say something. "Duo left when the doctors said you were stable. I haven't heard anything since then, but before he was saying how you were talking to somebody when they carried you away from the fighter. What was it he said you were saying? Something like, 'I love you and I didn't want things to end like this.' Or something like that."
"Why would he lea- Damn it, Quatre! When I blacked out I saw him, and that's who I was talking to. He must have thought I meant Relena. But then why would he leave? It's not like it would matter to him…"
The blond lieutenant shrugged. "You'll have to deal with that later. You had a clean break in your right femur, and you were supposed to have a wheelchair for the first three weeks on that one, but since you were unconscious for the first two and this third one they won't let you out until the end of, you'll get to jump right to crutches. One shoulder was dislocated while the other had a piece of scrap metal going through it, but those are fixed now, and the rest of you was a bunch of cuts and scratches, but those are healed, too. So it's just the leg fracture you have left to heal."
"Was my fighter salvageable?" Heero kept his gaze trained out the window.
"Trowa isn't sure yet. He still has to figure out what pieces go to what. Well, let's put it this way. He won't be able to put that one back together, but the parts will be useable in something else. Most of them at least."
"I was supposed to tell him, Quatre." Heero buried his head in his hands. "The moment they came I was going to tell him how I felt. And now he's gone."
"I don't think he's gone," Quatre said, voice full of sympathy. "I think he's just hiding from you again. When you get out of here you can go look for him and set things straight. Really, the two of you are making this more complicated than it needs to be."
"That or we're just taking things slower than you and Trowa did."
"Hey! When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it!"
Heero just laughed in response.
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End Part 15
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
The first thing Heero became aware of when he came back to consciousness was muffled voices around him. The second was the glaring white light that, when he opened his eyes, forced him to shut them again. He tried to speak to get someone to turn the lights off, but his throat was try and any attempts at sound he made came out as a scratchy hiss.
Quatre was the first voice he recognized, and the slighter man seemed to understand what he wanted as he switched off the lights and forced ice through Heero's lips for him to suck on. "It's about time you joined the rest of us," the blond said, and Heero could hear the joy in his voice.
'How long have I been out?' He wondered. He put a voice to his question, his throat feeling odd since it hadn't been used in some time, but most of the scratchiness was gone.
"Two weeks. Yeah, wow, you've been out for a while. Let's see." Quatre began to tick things off on his fingers. "So you've been out for two weeks; you officially were dead - try not to scare us like *that* again, okay? - for a whole five minutes; I am temporarily in charge until you're fit to fly but once you get out of here you'll be directing from the ground; losses since Barber's discharge are now Ringley, Farland, and Manley; and I think that's it."
"Duo," Heero managed to cough out. "Where's Duo?"
Quatre chewed on his lip, and to Heero it seemed like he was trying to find the right way to say something. "Duo left when the doctors said you were stable. I haven't heard anything since then, but before he was saying how you were talking to somebody when they carried you away from the fighter. What was it he said you were saying? Something like, 'I love you and I didn't want things to end like this.' Or something like that."
"Why would he lea- Damn it, Quatre! When I blacked out I saw him, and that's who I was talking to. He must have thought I meant Relena. But then why would he leave? It's not like it would matter to him…"
The blond lieutenant shrugged. "You'll have to deal with that later. You had a clean break in your right femur, and you were supposed to have a wheelchair for the first three weeks on that one, but since you were unconscious for the first two and this third one they won't let you out until the end of, you'll get to jump right to crutches. One shoulder was dislocated while the other had a piece of scrap metal going through it, but those are fixed now, and the rest of you was a bunch of cuts and scratches, but those are healed, too. So it's just the leg fracture you have left to heal."
"Was my fighter salvageable?" Heero kept his gaze trained out the window.
"Trowa isn't sure yet. He still has to figure out what pieces go to what. Well, let's put it this way. He won't be able to put that one back together, but the parts will be useable in something else. Most of them at least."
"I was supposed to tell him, Quatre." Heero buried his head in his hands. "The moment they came I was going to tell him how I felt. And now he's gone."
"I don't think he's gone," Quatre said, voice full of sympathy. "I think he's just hiding from you again. When you get out of here you can go look for him and set things straight. Really, the two of you are making this more complicated than it needs to be."
"That or we're just taking things slower than you and Trowa did."
"Hey! When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it!"
Heero just laughed in response.
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End Part 15