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"Operation Operative Operation"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Language Summary: Someone wants to steal Duo's appendix. While its still in him? Pairings: 1 + 2 + 3
"Operation Operative Operation "
Part 13. "Soup's on." "Maxwell's asleep again." "He needs to eat. Wake him up." "Me? Why me? You wake him up." "He might have the energy to clock me this time." "Look, Yuy. I think we need to settle this dominance thing, once and for all." "Why? Our perpetual wrestling match is rather stimulating. Don't you think so?" "Hmm. Best of five hundred falls in the ring?" "Approximately." There came vigorous noises of a physical encounter. Duo's eyes came raggedly open. He sniffed the air. The smell of cooking made him groan. Yuy came towards him with a steaming mug. "Maxwell. Pinch your nose shut between your finger and thumb." "Huh? Why?" "It minimizes the gustatory impact of the first swallow. Once the ginger extract has a chance to settle your stomach, you'll do better." "Really?" Duo looked skeptically from Yuy to Barton. "Give it a try," Trowa shrugged. Duo closed both his nose and eyes for good measure. Opened his mouth. Yuy carefully maneuvered the spoonful into him. "Too hot?" Heero asked. Duo shook his head, while maintaining an extreme scrunch on his features as he swallowed. "Its really quite good," Barton informed him, scarfing his own mug full. "I'm sure it is," Maxwell agreed, pinching his nose tightly and accepting the next spoonful. "Once you finish your broth, you can start on the noodles," Yuy instructed. "They are bland and easily digested. And they are perfectly al dente." Duo shuddered. "If you say so." Barton's mobile communications center jangled at them. "Time to face the music?" Trowa asked Yuy. "Might as well get it over with," Heero agreed. "You talk to her." "Me? Again?" Barton grumbled. "No fair," Trowa's cock whimpered. "You can blame everything on me if you care to do so," Yuy conceded. "Damnation," Trowa muttered. "Barton here," he told the microphone in saccharine tones of insincere cheer. "Where the hell is Maxwell?" Une demanded, her voice putting concentrated viper venom to shame. "Safe in our keeping," Barton confessed. "And why didn't you apprise headquarters of that move?" "It was a hasty decision. Maxwell's surgery was drawing a lot of media attention following the abduction. We were trying to avoid another kidnapping attempt." "Put Yuy on. Now." "Face the music you said." Barton grinned and shrugged. Heero stepped to the com. "Yuy," Une snapped. "My discretionary funds. Where's the cash?" "Impressive speed," Heero stated approval of her detective abilities. "Don't try to kiss butt, Yuy. It does not suit you. I reiterate. Where's the cash?" "Deposited in a private account. We didn't actually give it to the kidnappers. I can perform an electronic transfer back to you. Or transmit the account number. As you prefer," Yuy declared crisply. "We spent a small sum on the room rental." Then he added with subtle, lingering emphasis. "And on groceries, to try to tempt Duo to eat." They watched avidly as Une's face suddenly melted into softly feminine lines. "Put Maxwell on." Yuy grabbed Duo off the bed as Barton flung a pale blue blanket over the Kid's shoulders and arranged his mussed braid for optimal artistic appeal. "Go for sympathy," Yuy muttered into Duo's ear. "Max the puppy eyes," Barton whispered eagerly, depositing the Kid in a chair before the monitor. "Commander," Duo's voice sounded hoarse, whether he wanted it to or not. Maternal, thy name is Une. "Duo. How are you feeling?" she asked, eying his gaunt pallor with concern. He gathered the blanket sheepishly across his bare chest. "Much better, thanks. Heero made me some ginger soup. How's the L2 situation? Did Commander Dickerson have the meet with the quadrant bosses yet? I left him a brief on that racketeering angle at the docks. And I hope he found my summary on that market scam. I had it on my comp, but didn't get around to copying it to you. Whenever he..." "Maxwell," Une interrupted. "L2 is still in orbit. Commander Dickerson is coping. You are to concentrate on convalescence. For the duration, Yuy is assigned to security. And Barton to medical. Barton, any problems, contact Doctor Po immediately. Yuy!" "Commander?" Yuy peered over Maxwell's shoulder, holding him shield-like, in front. "I have a list of officers probably receiving kickbacks from Ampirst's elicit organ sales. And Barton's discovery of the 'field-readiness' appendectomy scheme should solve the Elective Surgery department's budgetary problems." The commander's vocalization made her sound somewhat like a tigress at the end of a successful hunt. "Transmit that account number to me at once. I'll leave a living allowance for the three of you, which you are to use prudently. Une out." "Maxwell. You are the prince of puppy eyes. I bow deeply before you." Barton suited action to words, with a sweeping circus-style flourish. "We seem to be off the hook. Well done," Heero added. "Don't try to kiss butt, Yuy. It does not suit you," Maxwell quoted. "We need to talk," Yuy frowned. "Nothing to say. I'm outta here." "No, you are not." "Clothes," Maxwell demanded, heading toward the closet. He was concentrating on keeping his legs under him. Which allowed Trowa to successfully sneak up on the L2 Kid. Barton held the Kid's hands behind him as Yuy fastened the restraints. Hefty black leather, double bound with shining metal clasps over secure velcro. "I can get outta anything you can come up with," Maxwell snarled at Yuy. "Yes. You can. But it will take some time," Yuy quirked a corner of his lip. "Now. We need to talk." "The last time you said that to me, I listened. Look what it bought me," Maxwell retorted. The stricken _expression on Yuy's face gave Barton a stab of vicarious pain. As the Kid opened his mouth on an angry addendum, Trowa stuffed a sock into it. "Its a clean one," he informed Duo blithely as he lifted him and propped him upon the stack of pillows. "Now listen to what Yuy has to say to you. I'm sure you will be a better person for it." "Duo's shackled. I feel faint," Trowa's cock gurgled incoherently. "I'm falling, and I can't get up. Somebody, grab me." ~ * ~ |
