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"Cabin Fever"Written By: Emerald Pillow Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, you can try to sue me, but all you'll get is a cat with a half mask like Trowa (But, her name is Duo...) Pairings: 1+2 Warnings: Language; Angst Rating: Comments: I have a fetish for cabins...not sure why....
Cabin Fever The rumbling was getting louder. The enemy was getting closer. Two lone shadows moved through the woods with immense speed. Both were determined to either lose their pursuers or to reach their Gundams and destroy them. Heero listened closely to keep a check on how far the enemy was from them. He estimated that they were about a mile behind. He also kept tabs on the steady flow of footsteps behind him. Their Gundams were on the other side of the woods, hidden from sight. All they had to do was make it to their Gundams and their mission was complete. Suddenly the footsteps behind him stopped. Heero halted abruptly and turned to face his teammate. Duo was standing about fourteen feet behind him, hunched over, his hands resting on his knees. "Duo come on." Heero ordered, not making a move to help the other pilot. "Go ahead. I'll catch up." Duo managed between gasps. "It's not too much further." Heero informed, as he watched Duo intently. Through the darkness of the night, he could see the braided boy was clutching his side as if in pain. Did he get hurt somehow? Heero never heard a gunshot or Duo cry out in pain. Not even while they were near the base. "Let's go." Heero barked, getting a little annoyed with his comrade. "Just go. I'll just slow you down." As he spoke, the pilot slumped to his knees, still clutching his side. As if the ground couldn't take the new weight, it gave out. "Duo!" Heero's surprised voice sliced through the blizzard night. He charged toward the frozen lake where the braided boy had just fallen through. Heero ripped off his jacket and threw it to the side as he ran. Without thinking, he dove into the hole in the thick ice. Ignoring the pain, Heero swam toward the sinking figure. Once he reached the body, he wrapped his arms around the waist and began swimming toward the surface. Unfortunately, during the swim down, Heero had lost where the hole in the surface was. He swam a little, searching for the exit unsuccessfully. He glanced down at Duo, who was beginning to turn a horrific blue. Hang in there Duo. Heero silently pleaded. He raised his free fist to make a new hole when he saw two figures standing overhead. Damn. The figures were searching the area with flashlights. They were saying something, but the water muffled their voices to the point that Heero couldn't understand. He swam away from the figures and hoped that they would soon leave. Once he was sure that they were at a safe distance from the soldiers, he frantically began pounding the ice above his head. After a few blows, chunks of frozen lake began drowning around him. Heero hoisted the lifeless pilot onto the ice, then pulled himself next to him. A detailed search of the surface proved that they were alone. He listened intently for some sign that the enemy was close. Everything was silent aside for the howling of the wind. "Duo." His voice was a low whisper. Heero felt for a pulse. "Duo wake up. Please." Miraculously, he found a faint pulse that was dying quickly. Heero quickly removed the drenched jacket from Duo's body and began performing CPR. Come on Duo. Wake up. Please. Don't do this to me. Water slowly drained from Duo's mouth, but still he laid placid. Heero began pushing hard against his diaphragm causing even more water to squirt out. He stopped long enough to pinch Duo's nose and force a long breath into his inactive lungs. He repeated the process six times before his arms began to become sore. Reluctantly he gave up. The faint pulse he felt the first time was now gone. Tears welled in the back of his colbat eyes as he stared at Duo's lifeless face. It was then that he realized that his partner had been shot. Why didn't I slow down and wait for him? Why didn't he say he was hurt? "Damn you Duo! Why did you leave me?" Anger raged through the Japanese pilot and he slammed both fists into other pilot's mid section. More water sprang from his mouth and was followed by a choking sound. Heero wiped away his tears and stared deeply into the violet orbs that were slowly opening. Duo looked up at him weakly. His small frame started to violently shiver. "Heero." His voice was weak and filled with pain. Once he was assured that Duo was all right, he ripped a piece of his tank top and used it to dress gun wound. "Save you energy." Heero demanded as he scooped the American into his arms and began walking through the blizzard. The storm was so bad now that he could barely see a foot in front of his face, but he was too determined to make it back. He held the small American closer to him, hoping his body heat was enough to keep Duo warm. Duo hugged closer to him, his entire body was trembling from the cold. Heero had only taken a few steps when suddenly he found his jacket still lying on the snow where he had thrown it a few moments ago. He stopped and ordered Duo to pick up the jacket as he stooped. Duo did as he was told and held the jacket toward Heero. "You put it on." Heero informed. "But you're soaking wet." "So are you." Duo stared at Heero. Heero's eyes were locked straight ahead. He squinted through the snow, trying to get his barring straight. His features were set in determination. "Aren't you cold?" Duo wondered aloud. "I'm used to it." He didn't bother to look down at the half frozen boy in his arms. Every muscle in Duo's body ached from the shivering caused by the cold. And all the while Heero was holding him so closely, he never once felt the Japanese pilot's body so much as twitch. Suddenly Duo began to get sleepy. He tried his best to fight it by concentrating on Heero's face. He laughed inwardly at the ice cycles that were forming in Heero's bangs. It wasn't that it was funny, just strange. Duo always thought that Heero's bangs seemed to be stabbing him in the eyes. Now they were supporting the means of doing so. "Don't fall asleep Duo." Heero demanded softly. Duo had never heard his friend's voice so gentle before. "If you fall asleep, you're chances of surviving will weaken." Duo nodded his understandment. For the first time, he didn't know what to say. He had always secretly dreamed of being in Heero's strong arms. Being so close to him now left Duo speechless. As if reading his thoughts, Heero held him tighter. It was amazing how warm Heero's body was even though he had went through the same fate as Duo. Duo wrapped his arms around Heero's neck, wanting to be closer. He buried his face into the Japanese's flesh. He couldn't help but notice that Heero smelled of ammunition and a hint of vanilla Without really thinking, he began lightly kissing Heero's neck. He closed his eyes and focused on the taste of the pilot. The next thing he knew, he was not only kissing, but sucking as well. He heard Heero say something, but couldn't really make out what he said as sleep overwhelmed his relaxed body. The crackling was getting louder. Duo slowly opened his eyes. Everything laid out before him was blurry. He continued to blink to clear his vision. What happened? He wondered as he now stared into a fireplace. A well lit fire burned warmly a few feet from him. He tried to sit up, but a wave of lightheadedness laid him back down. Slowly he racked his mind, fearing what had happened. His entire body ached like it always did after completing a major workout. His head was pounding as if he had too much to drink the night before. He was burning up and freezing at the same time. Every time he coughed or sneezed, his chest burned. Nausea seemed to want become good friends with him every time he moved. Duo stared at the fire, trying to fight off all the sickening sensations at once. His eyes ran along the wall of the fire place, the ceiling and floor. Cobwebs dominated the corner and most of the ceiling. Dust consumed the floor. Nothing seemed familiar to him. Where am I? How did I get here? Panicking, Duo somehow managed to turn over without losing his last meal. He studied the rest of the room. The walls were bare. There was no furniture. The room was completely empty. Suddenly his eyes landed on something near his feet. "Heero?" Duo's voice came out horsed and barely a whisper. He stared at the object, finally realizing that it was his friend. All worries and tension of the unknown melted. If Heero was there, he had no reason to be afraid. He studied the sleeping pilot. In the dim light, Heero appeared to be some sort of a god. He is a god. Duo thought to himself as he began to feel weary. The god of my love.
It was shear luck that Heero even found this cabin two days ago. It was evident that the cabin had been abandoned for some time now. The cobwebs and dust told the tale. Further more, all the cabinets were bare. There wasn't even a refrigerator. Heero leaned over Duo's slumbering figure. He gently laid his hand on Duo's forehead. It was a little warm. The silence is what was getting to Heero the most. The cabin had been so quite the passed two days that you could hear a pin drop. It was amazing how the storm raged outside, and yet it was so silent inside. It just didn't seem right for a room that contained Duo to be so deaf. In the past, Heero had yelled at Duo on several occasions to keep quite. Now he wished the braided boy to talk non stop. He never realized how much he missed the sound of Duo's voice until he didn't hear it. A small smile pulled at his lips as he watched the American sleep. He never really noticed how beautiful he was until he pulled him from the lake. Heero gently ran his index finger across one bright red cheek, down the chin and up the other cheek. He has a heart shaped face. I've never noticed that. There's so much about him I've never noticed before. His finger found Duo's lips. They were chapped from the cold weather, and the bottom one bared a small split, but they were still inviting somehow. He remembered how those lips felt that day. How they taunted and delighted him at the same time. The sensation they caused. A sensation he never had before, but definitely wanted to have again. The kiss was so light, so delegate. Heero couldn't think of a word to describe them. It was those kisses that fueled his determination. Heero wanted to feel those lips again, but not just on his neck. He wanted to feel them anywhere Duo was willing to place them. Heero wanted to taste the lips, taste passed them. Without realizing it, he was leaning closer toward Duo. Their lips almost met, but Duo gave away to one of his nightmares. A whimper escaped from him. A cute whimper, or so Heero thought. Duo's breathing transformed into tortured gasps. Heero gently placed his hand on Duo's forehead again. Beats of a cold sweat formed under the opposing hand. The American began to lash his head about, his features distorted with a mixture of fear and pain. "Father, no!" He cried out of his dreams. It wasn't the first time Heero had heard Duo call to someone as father. He had also heard sister and Helen. He figured that the dreaming pilot was having nightmares of his past. Heero gently stroked the side of his face. For the first time in two days he spoke aloud. "It's okay Duo. It's all right. Everything's fine." Under Heero's soft words, Duo's dreams seemed to subside. His breathing slowly became normal, and his features loosen. What am I doing? Guys aren't supposed to think of guys like that. But why did he kiss my neck? He must have been delirious. He studied the braided boy again. Even if he did like guys, why would he want me? Duo woke with a start. He still felt horrible, but at least he could move without the threat of throwing up. He sat up straight and looked around the room. Something was missing. The room was too quite. Too empty. A small vice grip of fear stole Duo's mind. As far back as he could remember, the only thing he truly feared was to be alone. "Heero." Duo called, and waited for a response. The small room remained silent. Where is he? Duo tried to stand up, but his legs quickly gave out from under him. Did I dream he was sleeping next to me? Is he really not here? How did I get here if he isn't? Determined to answer his silent questions, Duo tried again to stand. This time he took it slow. His legs shook under the unsuspected weight as he began feeling nausea again. He fought back the feeling as he tried to take a step. Once again his legs wiggled about to slack when he grabbed the wall of the fireplace to support him. He stood there a moment trying to get used to standing again, all the while forcing his weakness and sickness back. When he was certain he might be able to walk, he tried again. Success was with him as he headed toward the opposite side of the room. He was only a few feet from the door when it suddenly flew open. The burst of cold air chilled Duo to the bone, startling the pilot. He started to tumble backwards, but a pair of strong arms caught him before he hit the cold wooden floor. Weakness seized the opportunity and consumed the American. He looked up at Heero, there was an unknown look in his colbat eyes. A look that made Duo feel guilty. Heero said nothing as he scooped the boy in his arms and carried him back to the fire. "You shouldn't be walking. You're still too weak." "I. . . I just. . ." Duo didn't know how to explain as he slumped back into his lying position on the floor in front of the fire. Telling Heero that he was trying to look for him seemed silly. Making Duo appear to be too weak as a pilot. Besides that, he couldn't tell the object of his affection how he really felt. Rejection wasn't exactly a wonderful feeling. He watched as Heero walked over to the door and closed it. He then picked up some wood and a mutilated animal. The skin had already been removed, and Duo couldn't even tell what kind of animal it was. In fact it didn't even look like an animal, just a small portion of one. The next ten minutes were spent in complete silence. Duo was too exhausted from his attempt at walking to talk or even move. And Heero was too busy preparing food and rekindling the fire to notice his comrade. The silence was driving Heero insane. He glanced back at Duo, figuring that the latter must be impotent to talk. "As soon as you regain your strength, we'll find our way back." He continued to watch the feeble boy from the corner of his eye, hoping that he would be greeted by a steady flow of aimless conversation. The only response he got was Duo slowly closing his eyes. He was starting to doze off when an inviting aroma invaded his nostrils. Whatever it was that was being cooked was smelling more and more appetizing by the minute. Heero had rammed a stick through the unknown meat and placed it over the fire. It was being slowly rotated so that all sides were cooked evenly. Duo studied it, wondering what exactly it was. Whatever it was, it was going to taste great. As if realizing for the first time how hungry he was, a small rumbling noise erupted from Duo's stomach. Heero smiled to himself , making sure to keep his attention on cooking. Before the meal was finished, Duo had somehow managed to fall into a light slumber. The cook tried not to notice, but couldn't help but fall under a trance while watching him. So deep of a trance that the meat was almost burnt. It was the smell of burning that snapped him back to reality. He removed their dinner from the fireplace and turned to wake his patient. Once awaken, Duo tried to sit up straight, but found it difficult. The combination of being sick, drained, and starving, left him too weak to do anything on his own. Heero helped him to a sitting position and leaned him against his chest. He then ripped a piece of food from the stick and placed it in Duo's mouth. The fragile boy could barely chew on his own. After a moment of tortured chewing, he swallowed. Heero tried a second piece, but Duo refused. His face clearly stating that he couldn't chew another bite. Heero stared at the boy in his arms. Care giving wasn't exactly on the agenda when Heero received his training. He looked helplessly at Duo, knowing that the other had to get some kind of food in his system. Heero hesitated, looking at the meat in his hand. Slowly he placed the flesh in his mouth and chewed. Once it was able to swallow, he turned Duo's mouth upward and placed his lips over the others. Gently he pushed the chewed particles into the hungry mouth. Duo accepted, and swallowed forcefully. He took turns, once he would swallow, the next went to Duo. Every time their lips met, electricity surged through Heero. He no longer felt uncomfortable touching Duo. In fact, his chewing became more rapid. When he delivered to the other boy he slowed the process so that he could enjoy the feeling. Heero continued this procedure until there was only one chunk left. He chewed quickly. In truth it was supposed to be his turn, but he wanted to feel Duo's lips again. It may be the last time he could without arousing suspicion. As their lips met for the last time, Heero found himself wanting to kiss him. Just to capture his lips as his own. He peddled the food one last time. Unintentionally, his tongue ventured a little further than it had previously. It lightly brushed against the opposing tongue, sending a jolt through Heero. Straight to his groin. The whole time he was feeding Duo, he hadn't noticed that he was becoming erect. He only hoped that the other was too weak to notice the slight pressure against his lower back. Duo looked up at him, a little confused. "Heero. . . .I thought you kept your gun behind you." Heero felt his cheeks burn red at the sudden question. He turned his face from Duo, hoping that he wouldn't see the sudden color change. Damn, he did notice. Finally he faced Duo again, determined to answer the best he could. Relief washed over him as he realized that the American was asleep again.
"Heero?" Duo started suddenly. "What exactly were we eating the pass few days?" Heero remained silent a moment, trying to decide if he should answer truthfully. "Rabbit." He lied, not looking back. Another silence descended as the hiding place for their Gundams came into view. They each walked over to their respectful mobile suits and expected them to make sure they haven't been found. Once convinced that everything was intact, they boarded the carrier and prepared to leave. "Heero?" Duo sat slowly in the seat next to
him. "Everything that happened in that cabin. . ." "Why won't you let me tell you how I feel?" He asked to no one in particular as he stared as the controls. "Why does it have to be like this?" He buried his face in his hands. He was so lost in thought, that he didn't notice Heero standing at the doorway. Heero stared at the lifeless Gundam a minute before turning to leave. He closed the door behind him and returned to the controls of the carrier. "Sorry Duo." He whispered softly as he stared down at the radar. Three air crafts were behind them and gaining fast. Now isn't the right time. I'm not ready to handle emotions. He stepped over to the panel and turned on the security camera. He watched Duo climb out of the cockpit and sit on the chest of his Gundam. He slowly ran his hand across the screen where Duo sat. Maybe once this war is over. Maybe then we can really be together. But for now, he must focus on surviving so that the maybes can come true. He pushed the button that activated the voice com. "Duo, we have three enemies approaching." Duo nodded his understandment and climbed back into his mobile suit. "Be careful." Heero whispered afterwards, not realizing that he was still holding down the button. He released, wondering if Duo had heard him, and headed toward his own Gundam.
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