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"When Braided Fairies Strike"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairing: 1+3. ?+1 Warning: Yaoi; Language, lemon, POV, death Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters.
You can sue me, but all I have worth taking is my cat that looks like
Trowa, but is named Duo. Rating: NC 17 When Braided Fairies Strike Part 3 I snuck out of my room and walked easily to the nurse's
station. The guy's name was Benny. Too bad he didn't have as much
brain as he did muscle. Every night for the pass two months, he's
been drugged to sleep. You think by now he'd figure I was slipping
sleeping pills into his food and drinks. I guess that was giving him
too much credit. I lightly slid the key ring containing all the keys
of the institute from his belt. "Duo, we're doing everything we can. In three months,
he caused six nurses to quit, and two of our best therapist to have
nervous break downs. He's starting to drive me batty. I had to throw
out my Newton's Craddle to save my sanity. . .and after all that,
he still won't talk to anyone about anything. He won't interact with
anyone. He sits in his room all day reading. He won't even talk to
any of the nurses. We can not reach him." "You mean to tell me that there's nothing you can
do?" "We've tried everything. I'm starting to wonder
if he's even human. The medication we've been giving him doesn't affect
him. If he ever goes on the rampage, we might not be able to stop
him." They grew silent, each probably trying to think of a way
to make me crack. "We're going to have to go to our last resort."
"Duo, there's nothing else we can do. . .unless
you want to try taking Trowa from the Black List." Black List?
What was that? "Hell no! Leave him there. . .look, give me a couple
of days to come up with something else. If I can't, then we'll proceed."
"Don't you have to confer with. . ." "I'm in charge Susan. Keep that in mind. I call
the shots. . .and if I can avoid it, I will." "Very well. We'll do this your way." "I'll call back on Friday." "Okay." I peeked into the crack between the
threshold and the open door. Dr. Huls had hung up with Duo and was
collecting her possessions to leave for the night. I could see that
her lap top was still open and on. I watched her in silence as she
placed a few files into her briefcase before closing it. Pulling on
her coat, she grabbed her keys and closed her lap top without turning
it off. She probably liked to leave it on standby. . .that was okay.
That little computer was going to answer a lot of the questions going
through my mind right now. Like what the last resort was. . .as well
as the Black List and why Trowa's name was there. . .who else was
in on this? I knew it wasn't Relena. She only suggested that I get
professional help. . .it had to be Quatre. . .but why would Quatre
care what happens to me? . .unless. . .unless the other person was
Trowa. It would explain why he wasn't coming to see me. Maybe that's
what the Black List was. It could be a slang term for second in command.
I didn't have long to ponder any more as the lights
in the office were turned off. I ducked down the hall and around the
corner before she detected me. I watched her lock up her office door
and button up her coat. It was then that I sensed someone coming from
behind me. Turning, I discovered Angel walking toward me. When she
came into ear shot she started to say something, but I placed my hand
over hers and symbolized for her to keep quite. She nodded and I removed
my hand. The clicking of heels turned my attention back toward Dr.
Huls. She was heading toward the exit, briefcase in hand. I waited
until she disappeared behind a pair of double doors. Without an explanation to Angel, I rounded the corner
and headed for the office. She was still following me as I rummaged
the key ring for the one that would allow me into the room I desired.
Once inside, I left the lights off, closed the door completely and
as quietly as I could. Angel had entered with me, but stayed by the
door. She didn't want to run into any of the furniture of the small
room. Remembering where everything was, I made my way to her desk
and opened her lap top. It had yet to recourse to stand by, so moving
the mouse revived the screen. With the aid of the lap top, Angel walked over behind
me. I slumped into the designer leather chair; she stood behind me,
looking over my shoulder. I instantly began shifting through the files,
looking for mine. It was a fact that Dr. Huls didn't keep hard copies
of her patient's records. She placed too much trust into computers,
and that was going to be her down fall. After a minute, I accessed
my information. I was diagnosed as a manic depressant with repressed
feelings. Some of my symptoms were paranoia, aggressiveness, and problems
letting go of the war. Though they deemed me as psychotic, I was also
curable. "Heero, if you wanted to know your information,
I could have told you. You didn't have to break in Dr. Huls' office."
She was worried that I was going to get caught. I didn't respond to
her. I wasn't planning on getting caught. She didn't fully understand
that, since she didn't know everything about me. I continued reading
my file. I came across all the medications that they've tried on me;
Dr. Huls' personal notes about our sessions together; my physical
health; a record of my visitors; a post of all the mail I have received;
a composite of all the nurses I drove off; the two doctors that had
nervous breakdowns; the hypnotist they hired last month along with
the fact that I couldn't be hypnotized; in short, I didn't find anything
about the "last resort" or what the "Black List"
was. I did, however, discover that Quatre was picking up the tab for
my staying here. That leaned toward Quatre being the second person, not
Trowa. . .but it still didn't explain why Trowa wasn't coming to see
me. It was as if he didn't even care. Tears burned the back of my
eyes as this thought occurred to me. But he did care. I knew he did,
even though my mind kept believing that he didn't, everything else
knew he did. So why wasn't he here? I closed the lap top after exiting
my files and placed my face in my hands. "Heero? Are you okay?" "Fine." I grumbled, though I felt like crying.
Maybe this place was wearing me down after all. I haven't had a threat
of crying in a long time. Suddenly, a strong will of wanting to find
out why he wasn't coming overwhelmed me. First I thought about breaking
out of here to find him; but something else appeared more appealing.
I knew Trowa spent late nights on the Internet, updating Quatre's
web site. The two of us talked every night when he was done. Sometimes
we would just talk, or we would go into chat rooms and bug the hell
out of people. Once we went into a Christian chat room as lovers having
a lot of relationship problems. As luck would run, there was an actual
priest in there who wanted to help. We played along, and when he "fixed"
our relationship problem, we made up in the chat room. I never seen
a room clear out as fast as that one did when we started cybering
each other that night. I quickly reopened the lap top and logged onto the Internet.
I found Trowa with no problems. Like clockworks, he was on and working
on the web site. Aside from me, I don't think he talks to anyone,
so I was the only one to ever bug him. I instant message him, but
he didn't respond. He didn't recognize the screen name. . .either
that, or he knew it was me. I tried to switch over to my screen name,
but it had been deleted. Then I tried using Duo's but the password
was changed. Finally, I just made a new screen name of "TrowaitsHeero."
When I instant message him again, he responded. "Heero? I thought you were on Earth for a conference."
On Earth? I wasn't on Earth. I was still stuck in this damn vicinity
on L1. I quickly typed my message and a thought occurred to me. .
.was it possible that Trowa didn't even know I was here? My message
read: "I'm not on Earth. I'm on L1 in a insane asylum
that Duo had me committed to. I've been here for the pass three months."
I waited for his response. Though the chances were slim, I did see
how Duo and Quatre could keep him in the dark. His answer came as:
"Duo, if this is another of your fucked up mind
games, I'm not in the mood." I switched over to voice chat. "Trowa, it really is me." He followed my lead
of switching over. "You're really in an insane asylum?" "You can't possibly not know about this."
He was quite a moment, and I realized that he didn't. "I'm sorry Heero." "How can you not know?" My anger was growing.
He was suppose to be my best friend. How can my best friend not know
when I was gone? "I've just been. . .there's no excuse. I should
have known." Hearing his self blame destroyed my anger. "It's not entirely your fault. Both Duo and Quatre
were against you from the start." "What does Quatre have to do with this?" "He's picking up my tab. Apparently, they wanted
to place distance between us for some reason." "I think I know what that reason is." My attention
was diverted by the clicking of heels advancing. I knew it was Dr.
Huls. "Trowa, I have to go." I stated quickly as
I jumped to my feet. "Heero, where. . ." I logged off and closed
the computer. Dr. Huls was too close to slip from the office, the
only thing to do was hide. I grabbed Angel and stuffed her under the
large desk. "Heero. . ." "Stay quiet." I informed as I pushed the chair
in as much as I could without hurting her. Just as I was about to
hide, I realized the strong chance of Angel getting caught. She wasn't
hidden all that well, and I don't know the actual reason of Dr. Huls'
return. She could find Angel, and that will be the end for her. I
stood still and waited for the door to open. Dr. Huls flicked on the
lights as a look of shock washed over her face.
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