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"Heero Yuy, L6, and the Second Suit Wars "Part 2Written By: ELLE Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam
Wing (unfortunately) and they were used without permission, but all
the words are my own. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: occurs post-EW, language, angst, sex,
hopefully acceptable OOC, 1st person POV (*shudder* sorry, no way
around it!), plus a ton of minor and a few major OCs (since it's 1st
person, you get to avoid dealing with them too much.) Pairings: 1x2x1 plus others TBD Summary: Jack Kaufmann has no recollection of the braided man who claims they were once more than friends, but his quest to recover his memories leads him to discover a plot much larger than himself that is a threat to the peace he'd once fought to protect... The lovely Miss-Murdered beta'd this for me and frankly this story wouldn't exist without her encouragement.
"A Former Life Reprised" 2.11 The Infiltrator
"Took you long enough." Despite the significantly altered appearance, the quiet sneer in his voice was completely unmistakable. "T-Trowa?" I mumbled stupidly. "Travis," he corrected with a casual wave of his hand. "I'm surprised you two managed to get your shit together long enough to make it up here before a war started." I'm pretty sure Duo felt at least half as insulted as I did by that criticism. "You could've given us a goddamned hint," Duo snapped back. "Not like Q isn't here right this fucking minute!" Trowa's chuckle wasn't very kind as he pulled from his pocket a jump drive hanging from a chain, dangling it from his long fingers. "If you think I can go to Quatre with this, I hesitate to hand it over." I reached out my hand for it but he withdrew his, catching the drive in his other hand and staring down at it thoughtfully before pining me with his irritation. "Are you over it, Yuy?" he asked, his tone caustic and biting. "Whatever it is you thought you could trust Quatre with but not the man you supposedly love?" Accusation fell heavy with his words through the quiet room and Duo released the hold on my shirt, taking a step away from me. I didn't want to see his face. I was the solider but I still didn't want to see his face. "It's between us now," I stated simply but the look Trowa gave me as his eyes shifted from Duo to me was doubtful. I guess Duo never really figured out just how close Quatre and I were during the six months before I disappeared. "Look, our personal shit is just that - personal," Duo stepped in to defend me, much to my surprise. His words were laced with frustration that I didn't think was aimed at me. "This is way the fuck bigger than that." Trowa sighed and handed me the drive. "Just be careful who you share that data with," he warned as I slipped the chain around my neck and into my shirt. "No one involved with NIG or WEI should know you have it or it will compromise my position here." The warning was explicit enough. Don't tell Quatre. "I don't like this," Duo muttered. "Q deserves to know. You've been gone almost as long as 'Ro." Trowa's eyes were like ice as they turned to Duo. "He might not know that I'm here, but he knows why I left." Yeah. That particular barb was directed at me. But I didn't even flinch and he was back to business. "I'm about to send some carts back to outbound that you can easily sneak back onto. But you'll have to make your way onto a ship from there. I can't help you any further." He appraised us with one sweeping movement of his eyes. "And you look like shit. So don't let anyone else see you." Duo grumbled next to me, something about shitty reunions, and we followed Trowa through a few rooms to the receiving area that connected with the docking bay four levels up. Although I couldn't force my eyes from the strange suits with small cockpits and lanky limbs, I was distinctly relieved to be away from them and have the door shut behind us - as if maybe I could just forget they existed when they were no longer in my range of vision. "You're the only employee down here?" I asked a bit incredulously when I noticed the suspicious lack of anyone else around. "Training," Trowa explained absently, as if that one word should explain everything although it didn't. Duo shared a look with me that mimicked my concern. "Here, take one of these carts back up," he instructed, lifting a big shipping blanket and exposing a cage-like cart underneath that could be rolled and hooked into an automated track system that carried it up and away to the docking bay. Duo and I slipped inside and Trowa met my eyes with one last look of warning. "Remember, be careful. Don't trust anyone. I bought you a little time at check in and I'll buy you some once you leave but you should know they expected you to find this." I felt my eyes go wide at his confession but before I could question him any further he threw down the burlap over us and was hooking us in to the track. "Heero!" Duo hissed at me. I could barely make out his shape in the darkness. "I don't know," I murmured back, just barely audible over the clank of the chain driving us forward. After what had to be a good five minutes of slow movement in which Duo and I were left with our own thoughts over what Trowa could've meant, what it meant that he was here at all, the car rolled to a stop. Carefully and slowly Duo lifted the burlap and we stared into the rather quiet docking bay. I calculated how long we'd been down there, maybe an hour at most. I guessed most of the docking bay employees were listening to Quatre's speech. Which made me curious as to what Trowa meant by 'training.' Wouldn't any lower level employees also be forced to listen to the colony's cofounder? Or were they different somehow? "Speech will be over soon," I said softly and Duo nodded, assessing which ship he thought we should take. "Those are big ass freighters," he muttered. "Probably won't waste much on heating cargo levels with nothing to ship back." I wish we had thought of that before. Freezing to death in space on a cargo freighter wasn't exactly my idea of a successful mission. "What about that one?" I pointed to a smaller passenger shuttle to the far side of the bay. It was similar in size to the one we'd come in on. In fact, we'd come in on a Sunday. It seemed to be a popular day for passenger craft. It was sure to be heated throughout and even if we were discovered, between the two of us we could easily take out the crew of a private shuttle that size. Duo nodded and both of our eyes assessed the situation for the best path to it. There weren't many employees hovering around. Trowa had told us not to be seen but I thought our best chance was just to social engineer the situation and walk around as if we belonged. The bay employees didn't seem to be dressed much differently from those on the construction site. Probably had different badges, though. "No reason to make a production," Duo warned quietly, his finger tracing a route along the freighters that kept us mostly hidden from the main corridors. Then he took off his knives, leaving them on the floor of that cart, and stepped out. I followed. We snaked along the big hulking metal underbellies of the freighters with little interruption. When we were almost caught by two wayward employees, we turned our backs to them, Duo punching open an access panel and bitching about the lack of quality in freighter construction these days. My heart raced, fingers twitching with the impending fight, but I just heard chuckling as they passed. When we made it to the shuttle we paused to determine whether it was manned or not. There appeared to be two employees inside and Duo cursed under this breath. We couldn't just knock them out if they were pilots or the shuttle would certainly be searched. Then I noted a toolbox left lying near the hatch of a freighter nearly a hundred feet away. I nudged Duo with my elbow. "Distraction," I mouthed and signaled him to wait there. I strode up to the box, gave a cursory glance to make sure no one would come looking for it right away, and snatched it up, carrying it quickly back. Duo gave me a curious look as I motioned him to the nose of the shuttle we were about to board. We stood on the left side, at the tip of the nose, the only door being on the opposite side. Quietly I opened the toolbox and pulled out the biggest wrench I could find. Duo cocked an eyebrow and I gave him a clear look of warning and then I slid up past the nose and threw the wrench as hard as I could twenty-five feet into the freighter parked next to it. The loud crash reverberated across the entire bay and even though Duo was prepared, he still jumped at the sound. I had crouched back against the opposite side of the nose of the shuttle, listening carefully to see if the crew inside our shuttle exited. And of course, they fucking didn't. "Damn," I growled as I picked up another wrench. I didn't really want to have to knock these guys out but I only had a limited amount of time before other employees showed up on the scene and I needed them out of there before we were caught up in a rash of curious bystanders. Quickly I pitched forward, launching another wrench with the same force and speed, the same deafening ringing following the impact of metal on metal. And then not only did I begin to hear voices of several curious employees from elsewhere converging on our location, but I thankfully heard the shuttle door hiss open and I motioned to Duo, turning into the corridor and playing up a quizzical expression - not exactly my strong suite - so that he would imitate me. He caught on quick, as usual, and glanced around curiously as six bay employees joined us and the pilots from our targeted shuttle to congregate out near the affected freighter. In the commotion and questions Duo and I slunk back and snuck into the shuttle unnoticed, heading immediately for a closet in the back near the bathrooms. We slipped inside and shut the door, the closed off, dark space seeming far too quiet for the pounding of my heart. I fingered the jump drive around my neck as I breathed deeply, thankful it was still there, hopeful I would soon learn what secrets it possessed. Duo chuckled breathlessly next to me, a strange and muted sound, and then I felt his fingers clamp down around my hand. The space was so tiny to begin with we were already pressed against one another, shoulders and thighs meeting, the chemical smell of the industrial cleaner that permeated our clothing from our trip through the waste pipe making my head ache. But that didn't seem to matter as his fingers squeezed mine. The solider was slipping again and in that adrenaline filled moment, I found it damn difficult to care. He pulled hard on my arm, turning me in the small space so that we were pressed up against each other - face to face, hip to hip - and his mouth met mine with a furious need. My heart slammed in my chest and I dropped his hand in favor of gripping his ass, pulling him so close to me no space existed between us. The feeling of him so hard against me went straight to my dick and I pressed my own hardness into him. I felt him shake under me, his hands tangled in my hair, twisting it painfully as his teeth bit down on my lower lip. I lifted him up by his ass, pushing him back against the wall as his knees gripped my waist. His hips were tipped up perfectly and my own hips bucked desperately against his ass, thankful for all the clothes between us. They kept me grounded, kept me in the reality that this wasn't going to happen right now. We couldn't be doing this. But fuck I wanted it. And the fact that Duo did too just drove my arousal to perilous heights. We had too much shit to work out still. Even if we were alone and safe and naked... it still wouldn't be right. His hands trailed down my biceps, gripping them painfully tight, and he groaned into my mouth. I knew he wanted to smack me and fight me and scream - become the wild thing he always was on a post-mission high. And damn if I didn't want that, too, as I fought to maintain control of my higher-level functions. But this wasn't a normal mission. This wasn't a few uncomfortable months without his body to sate me. This was four damn years for him. The animal he wanted to be had been caged so long I worried that it might destroy me if I let it out. That his anger at my poor decisions would culminate in fury fueled castration. I stopped just as suddenly as he started and Duo placed a few desperate kisses on my frozen lips before he resigned himself to our fate and dropped his legs quietly back to the floor. But my hands stayed in position on his hips and my forehead stayed pressed against his, our breathing heavy pants trapped in the fabric of the coats and spare uniforms surrounding us. There were so many things I wanted to say to him then, but I couldn't, and he didn't really seem to need my words anyway. He just wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in closer so that I was flush against him once more, my nose buried in his neck. We slid to the floor like that and I curled up against him, nestled in between his bent legs, allowing myself a moment of weakness there in the dark, where no one but Duo could see. And I could hear his heart beating so rhythmically in his chest, a sound so comforting and familiar that it made me want to cry, although I didn't. And I wondered if that was how babies felt - lost when separated from the sound that ruled their lives for so long. I didn't know that I needed it but now that it was back, I could finally find some rest. I think I drifted in and out of consciousness as we lay there, entwined together. I certainly lost all track of time. I forgave myself such a transgression to my personal mission standards - but then I seemed to be forgiving myself a lot of transgressions in favor of him. But once we began to hear voices we both snapped to attention. Luckily no one seemed to need in our closet and we felt the shuttle engines start and the gravity shift as we left the colony. I think we both breathed a sigh of relief then. Wherever we were going would be fine. We were off that hulking hunk of metal and away from those ominous mobile suits and their implications and we were both safe, alive, and together. We listened intently to the voices filtering nearer and further from us. It didn't appear the shuttle was densely occupied because I could distinctly note the various owners' of said voices. So it wasn't difficult to pick up when one employee mentioned something about 'Mister Winner' and Duo's fingernails dug into my wrist from gripping it so hard. I wasn't sure if we were in luck or not. Trowa's esoteric warning didn't explicitly state that we were to stay away from Quatre, just not to give him the information on the jump drive. Certainly there was information we needed from Quatre... Then I had a moment of clarity and I realized there was no way around it. Duo didn't know it, but I knew he knew about what was going on down there. Maybe he didn't know about the brain reconstruction and the slave work force, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt, but fuck if he didn't know about all those mobile suits down there. The information Jack left about Quatre, the file with the words 'recruitment pending' in bold across the top - I couldn't ignore those implications. It was the whole reason we were on L6 to begin with. I brought my hand up and brushed it across Duo's cheek, slipping it down to his neck and holding him for a short, meaningful kiss. I sure hoped this wouldn't backfire astronomically, but I had no idea how Quatre would react to seeing me after all this time. He hadn't liked Jack and Duo warned me he'd be pissed if he heard from me once I woke up from the coma. So I had a fairly good idea that he'd not be too thrilled to see me when I stood and banged on the closet door so someone would come open it. The door was thrown open only moments later and Duo and I stepped out, blinking, as our eyes rapidly adjusted to the light. Quatre sat there, facing us, genuine surprise in his wide, blue eyes. "Heero, Duo," he greeted with a smooth, polite, mildly impressed tone as he tilted his champagne flute thoughtfully. "How refreshingly unexpected."
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