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"The Tie That Bonds "Written By: Emerald Pillow Warnings: Yaoi; Lemon; Angst; Language; Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. You could
try to sue me, but all I have worth taking is a cat that looks like
Trowa, but acts like Duo. And I will fight for that cat. Rating: NC 17
The Tie That Bonds Chapter 8 Trowa kneeled and peeked around the large crate. There were three men standing in the middle of the room. Each of them seemed to be covering a certain percentage of the area, as if searching for something. . .or someone. The Latin boy leaned back against the crate for a moment, before heading back. As he walked through the dimly lit parking lot, he was assured that no one was following him when he came to a van parked on the outside of the shuttle station. He opened the back door and slipped in. Heero was sitting on one side of the van, holding Amelia; who was laughing and reaching for the dagger bangs. Trowa sat on the opposite side of the van and stared at his boyfriend for a moment. "Well?" "The entire port is heavily guarded. We won't be able to sneak onto the shuttle." Heero looked down at the child in his arms. She was the reason that they wouldn't be able to stowaway. One cry, or even a laugh would give them away. They wouldn't be able to fight their way through. There were too many, and either Trowa or Heero would become a target since one of them would have to carry the baby. "Damnit." They thought about disguises, but once again, they didn't have money to buy the tickets. Heero had tried earlier that day to hack into the bank's computer system, but found an extensive lock that would take time to break through. Taking the time to do that, would give plenty of time for their location to be discovered. Going to the bank to clear things up would be a waste of time and a possible capture, for it too was being under severe watch. The same type of lock was discovered when Trowa attempted to steal shuttle passes. It was as if whoever wanted this kid was one step ahead of them. "Pretty elaborate scheme for a kid." Trowa stated as he slid over the front seat and behind the wheel. "They're not leaving us with too much of an escape." "Then we steal one of Quatre's private shuttles." "Won't work. I've already checked; his hanger is empty. They're originally kept on L4, and only come here when he needs one." A silence fell over them as they drove. "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking whoever the enemy is has a lot of power, and just a little too strategic." It was like a game of chess, and where they stood now, their king was backed in a corner; and in check with the opponent's queen. "You get the feeling we're being herded somewhere?" "Now that you mention it." "The question is where and by whom." Trowa looked down in his rear view mirror. There was a black truck approaching at normal speed. However, the closer it got, the faster it became. "Hang on." Trowa warned just before the truck ran into the back of the van. Heero was thrown forward, and his back slammed against the front seats. "What the hell?" He could hear the engine of the vehicle behind him. Whatever was behind them was fast. "I can't out run it." "Then take Amelia." Heero stood and handed the baby to his lover. The truck rammed them again, and with the kid in his right arm, it was a little tougher for Trowa to keep the van on the road. Withdrawing his gun, Heero opened the back door of the van. As if on cue, the passenger side window opened and a person with a gun in his hand appeared. Before the enemy could pull the trigger, Heero shot at the left front tire of the truck. The vehicle began to careen before straightening and continuing on it's axle. Heero fired again, this time, hitting the right front tire. The truck then swerved off the road and onto the shoulder of the street. "Trowa. . ." The Latin didn't need to be told anything more as he turned the van to go back to the truck. Heero jumped from the back of the van, while Trowa remained in the driver's seat. The dark road was silent aside from the constant horn of the truck blowing. Keeping the gun positioned, the Japanese boy walked over to the accident. He was a little surprised to find that both the driver and passenger weren't moving. Noting that it could be a trick, he opened the passenger door, and the man that had the gun fell from his seat. The driver's forehead was resting against the steering wheel. Heero kneeled down and studied the man on the ground. It was the same man that attempted to break into their house the same day that Amelia had arrived. A steady stream of white fluid gushed from his mouth. Heero felt for a pulse, but the man was dead. He then searched the driver and found the same results. Trowa watched from the van as Heero took the gun and searched both men for some sort of clue to who they were or who had sent them. The truck didn't bare a license plate, or any type of registration or title. Figuring there was nothing to find, Heero walked back to the van. He closed the back door on his way to the passenger side and slipped in. After replacing his gun, he took Amelia from his partner and they pulled back onto the road. "Anything?" "Nothing. Their mission must have been to kill us or be killed." Trowa glanced over at is lover. "They swallowed cyanide capsules. The truck was completely empty. The men didn't even have wallets on them. There is no way of identifying them." "Now what?" "We change vehicles." "I'm sorry, I can't give out that kind of information." Heero leaned against the glass wall of the phone booth as he listened to the annoying boy's voice. "Do you have any ideal when he'll be back?" "I'm sorry, I can't answer that either. If you want to leave your name and number, then I'm sure you'll get a call back." Heero didn't answer, he just slammed the receiver and left the phone booth. The boy cringed at the loud noise before hanging up as well. "No luck?" Trowa asked from his perch of sitting on the hood of the Mustang, while feeding Amelia. "Where the hell is Wu Fei when you need him?" Heero wondered and sat next to the taller boy. They have been trying ever since Amelia was dropped on their doorstep to get a hold of the Chinese Preventer. Before, it was to find a pediatrician that they could trust, now it was for their way out of the Colony as well. Trowa didn't say anything as he seemed to focus on Amelia while Heero finished off his bottle of pop. "The baby food is getting low. . .as well as the diapers" He said matter of factly without looking up. "I know that." Heero snapped and stared at the ground. "Let's keep moving. Staying here will only work to our disadvantage." He stood and headed for the driver's seat. Trowa replaced the cap of the baby food and turned to the passenger side with Amelia in his arms. They drove in silence for the next few hours. As it started to become dark, Trowa lulled off to sleep in the passenger seat; the baby soon after words. Diapers and baby food wasn't the only thing depleting quickly. The cash that Heero had was nearly gone. In truth, neither him nor Trowa had had a bite to eat in two days. The sacrifice of food was what allowed them gas to keep going. . .but even at this rate, they weren't going to last much longer. Part of Heero wanted to turn back and drop Trowa off at the circus to stay with his sister, while he continued alone with the baby. At least that way, Trowa's life would be more comfortable. . .but he knew he couldn't. The Latin wouldn't let him. There weren't too many options open. It seemed that if they stayed somewhere for too long, they would be attacked. As Heero stopped at a red light, he looked over at his lover's sleeping face. He had tried everything else. There was only one thing left to do. As soon as the ideal entered his mind, he dismissed it. He wouldn't put Trowa through any more than he had to. . .there was another way out of this, he would just have to find it. Fatigue started to settle in, but he fought against it as the light turned green. He would much rather steal the needed food and money rather than place his lover at the clutches of Quatre again. Duo slumped into his chair as he listened to the ringing phone. He looked up at the clock and calculated the time difference. He was positive that Heero should be home right now. . .so why wasn't he answering the phone? Maybe he couldn't hear it over the screaming baby. The American chuckled to himself as he conjured a mental image of the Japanese boy holding the bawling baby. "What's so funny?" Hilde questioned as she entered the office to find her coworker. "Nothing really." He hung up, deciding to try again later. "Have you heard anything from Heero or Trowa?" "No. Why?" "I've been trying to call them ever since we got back, and they're not answering." "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for that." Hilde shrugged and sat in a chair opposite the braided boy. "Do you think something could have happened? I mean with the baby and all, it's a possibility." "If something happened, wouldn't they have called you by now?" "They could be on the run." "Duo, you're worrying too much." The American looked up at the clock again. "All I'm saying is that it's not right for them to not answer the phone. Trowa's probably at work, but Heero should be home." "Maybe he's just gone." "Gone where? Trowa's his whole life. He wouldn't go anywhere without him." _________________
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