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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 9 "I'm sorry, but Mr. Chang is not in right now." The boy assured and Trowa hid his frustration. "What about Sally Po?" "No. I'm afraid that she is also out at this time." Trowa looked up at his lover and shook his head. "What the hell kind of mission are they on!?!" Heero yelled, causing Amelia to begin crying. Trowa closed the door to the phone booth to block out his partner's vulgarness and the baby's crying. "If you would like to leave your name and number. . ." "Look, it's crucial that I speak to either Sally or Wu Fei. I can't leave a name or a number with you, because I have neither. Is there someone else I can talk to?" "Is there anyone in particular that you are speaking of?" "Anyone besides you." "I'm sorry, I can not transfer you over until I know who you want to speak to." Trowa leaned against the wall of the phone booth and rubbed his eyes. "Lady Une." "One moment please." The Latin listened to the transfer and was followed by a busy signal before returning to the boy. "I'm sorry, she doesn't seem to be available." "Then try. . .Lucerzia Nion." "I'm sorry, but Lucerzia Nion is no longer with us." Heero paced back and forth as he watched the frustration grow in Trowa's stance. Something wasn't right. Suddenly, he realized something. Without warning, he opened the door to the phone booth and slammed the receiver. "Heero, wha-" he grabbed Trowa's hand and pulled him toward the Mustang. Why hadn't he thought of it before? It was so simple and so clear. . .and right in front of their noses. No explanation was given as he pushed Trowa into the passenger seat and Amelia into his arms before sliding into the driver's seat. "We can forget about the Preventers or Wu Fei's help." "What?" "Don't you see Trowa? That's how they keep finding us. That's why Wu Fei is never in. They keep tracing our calls." Trowa slumped into his seat and stared down at the baby. His attention was averted as Heero punched the steering wheel. It was clear that he too was angered at himself for not realizing it the first time they had called. . .but then, what choice did they have. With Wu Fei struck from the list, their chances of getting out of the Colony were growing slimmer. Trowa caught a glimpse of a approaching vehicle. It was a motor home that was quickly gaining on them. One quick look at Heero proved that the Japanese boy noticed it as well, and was already reaching for his gun. Trowa cradle the child closer as the mobile home pulled along side of them. The driver and front passenger were an older couple. . .and posed no threat as they passed the Mustang. As the two boys eyed the back of the vehicle, they saw two little boys in the back window. One appeared to be asleep until the other woke him up, and pressed his little finger against the back window. The once sleeping boy smiled brightly and they both started waving. Heero's hand quickly moved from his gun to the steering wheel as Trowa relaxed into the seat. The taller boy watched the back of the disappearing motor home, wondering if there would ever be a time when he and Heero would be able to be that happy. He then looked down at Amelia and wondered the same about her. He wanted to give that happy childhood to her. The childhood that neither he or Heero had ever had. Whatever reason for her importance to the future, Trowa wanted to take it away. The first step to doing that would be to get off the Colony. "We should try Quatre." He spoke his mind and received an evil glare from the driver. "Heero, there isn't much of a choice now. We have to get out of here as soon as possible." "I told you. . ." "It's a small price to pay." "Do you want him back?" "No. You know how I feel toward him." "Well, you're awfully eager to go to him for help." "I'm thinking about Amelia right now. The way we're going, we'll eventually get caught and lose any ways. At least this way we stand some sort of chance." Heero didn't respond. He already said what he had to say, and he wouldn't repeat it. "Maybe we should just kill the kid." "Heero!" "We don't know why they're after her. . .it might be for the best. At least that way, she won't have to suffer in any way." "I'm not going to let you do that. . .and I know that you really don't want to." "I don't want you to do this Trowa." "There's no other way." All at once, something appeared on the left side of the Mustang. On sheer reflexes, Heero swerved sharply to avoid collision. The result was the Mustang driving off the side of the road and slid into a ditch. The Japanese boy looked over at his companions. Amelia appeared fine aside from crying loudly. There was a stream of blood flowing down the side of Trowa's head. The sound of two car doors sent both boys into full alert. "Stay with Amelia." Heero ordered before pulling his gun and climbing out of the car. He searched the immediate vicinity, wondering where the enemy was. Trowa climbed over the consul and out of the driver's side of the car. They walked to the edge of the road and searched the jeep that had attempted to ram them; but there wasn't anyone in sight. There wasn't really any place to hide on the old country road. The only possible place was on the opposite side of the road, in the ditch. Heero slowly approached the probable hiding spot. Not too surprising, there was a man and woman stooped down; waiting to be discovered. A gun was aimed and shot at Heero. The Japanese boy dodged, giving the woman the open chance to attack Trowa. Heero attempted to follow her, but his ankle was grabbed and he was pulled into the ditch. The woman's speed wasn't expected as she charged Trowa. The Latin found it a little difficult to hold the child and dodge each attack from the woman. Heero chopped the man's neck and the balky body limped. He then raised his gun to deliver the final shot when the sounds of the attack on the road caught his attention. As he climbed from the ditch, he was a little surprised to see his lover standing on the telephone wire above the road. He had his gun aimed and was attempting to shoot the woman. In an attempt to escape, she jumped into the jeep, and ran it into the telephone post, causing the wires to tumble with it. Eager to help his partner, Heero began to run across the street. He didn't seem to have noticed the Bronco that was barreling full speed toward him. He turned just as the Bronco was only inches from him. The grill planted itself painfully into his side, sending him sprawling onto the hood; up the windshield; over the roof; and landing on his back on the pavement. Needing only one good hit to stop the assault, Trowa threw the child into the air. The woman stopped her attack; not believing that the guardian would attempt such an act. With her attention on the child, the Latin landed his fist firmly into the woman's stomach and she fell over. Just as she hit the pavement, Trowa caught Amelia, a little surprised to find the baby laughing. His attention then averted to Heero, who was pushing himself to his feet. The Bronco that had hit him, was now moving at full speed again; only this time backwards. Heero dropped to the ground, laying flat on his back, as the heavy vehicle rolled over him without touching his flesh. The Bronco stopped as it realized that it missed. Before another attempt could be made, Heero rolled onto his stomach and shot the gas tank. A massive fireball engulfed the vehicle, but continued coming straight toward the Japanese boy. As he jumped to his feet, the Jeep pulled next to him. Noticing Trowa in the diver's seat, he hopped onto the hood, and the jeep backed away from the advancing fireball. Just as they stopped and prepared to go around, the rolling inferno turned and fell into the ditch. A split second later, another explosion erupted, proving that the Mustang had been hit. Wordlessly, Heero hopped off the hood of the car and walked back over to the ditch opposite the fire. The man laying inside was dead. The stream of white fluid was more than enough proof for the fact. Silently cursing, he climbed into the jeep and accepted Amelia from his lover. "Are you okay?" Trowa asked softly as they passed the flames. "Just a couple of broken ribs."
"I do not wish to see anyone right now." The blonde assured and returned to his work. "Perhaps you would reconsider. . .one of them is Trowa." The sapphires tore from the pages as hope and happiness filled the blue eyes. "Where is he?" "In the living room." Quatre pushed himself to his feet and walked over to his friend. Though seeing the smile on the Arab's face was like a breath of fresh air for the head of the Maganacs, he had a feeling that the visit would not end well. He knew of Quatre's hatred toward Heero, and so failed to tell his friend that the Japanese boy was presently standing in the living room with Trowa. "Do you wish for me to stay with you Master Quatre?" Rashid asked as he followed the small boy half way. "No. I will be fine. If I need you, then I shall call." Rashid nodded and stopped to watch his beloved 'brother' enter the living room alone. The smile vanished from the blonde's lips as he beheld the two boys standing in his living room. . .but what caught his eyes was the baby that Heero was holding protectively. The awkward silence lingered before Quatre spoke. "Trowa, it is good to see you again. . .Heero." He nodded at the Japanese boy. "What brings you to my company?" He did his best to keep his tears at bay. In truth, when Rashid had told him that Trowa was here, he prayed that the Latin had come to him to tell him that things did not work out with Heero and that he wanted a second chance. Instead, the couple stand before him, with a baby, staring at him as if he was Satan himself. "Quatre. . .we need a favor of you." Trowa spoke softly. Heero did his best to keep quiet. When they had pulled into the drive of the elaborate mansion, he promised Trowa that he wouldn't say anything to endanger the chances of getting help. "A favor?" The blonde asked, making sure to place what he really thought of their visit into the two simple words. "Maybe we should talk alone." Trowa suggested, knowing well that Quatre always became quiet in Heero's presence. . .mainly because of his fear of the Japanese boy. Heero eyed his lover suspiciously for a moment before leaving. "You have your nerve." Quatre scorned, unaware that Heero had just merely stepped out of the room and was now listening in by the doorway. "After the shit you put me through, you come to me to ask of a favor?" "Quatre, I wouldn't have come here unless it was absolutely necessary." "No, of course not. You already got everything you wanted from me before you went to that mentally unstable piece of shit." "Heero is not a mentally unstable piece of shit, and I didn't come here to argue about the past. I came here to ask you to help protect the future." "Who's future Trowa? Your and lunatic's child? Do you not have enough money to properly take care of it?" "Look, her name is Amelia, and she's not either of our daughter. She was dropped off on our front porch with a note claiming that she was important to the future and for us to protect her." "You expect me to buy this load of crap?" "I'm not lying to you." "How do I know that? After all, you did have a tendency to do that, didn't you? You lied to me for six months about fucking Heero behind my back, didn't you?" "If you don't believe me, then call Duo. He knows everything. He's seen the note, and he wouldn't lie to you. That child is in danger Quatre. If we don't get her off this Colony, then who knows what could happen?" The sapphires skeptically traced the lean frame. "I didn't come here to bring you any more pain. I came here to ask you, to help us protect her. If I had any other choice, I wouldn't be putting you through this now. . .but I don't. I'm begging you to put the past behind and help Quatre." Tears were evident in the green eyes that were looking at him in silent pleads. The tears soften the Arab and he sighed before speaking. "What is it that you want?" "We just need one of your private shuttles to take us to Earth." Quatre studied the boy before him. "Then what are you going to do?" "We'll figure out something when we get there." "One will be here in the morning. I also have business on Earth." The blonde turned and headed for the door. "I imagine that the three of you are going to need a place to stay for the night. . ." He turned to look back at the Latin. "Help yourself to anything in the house. . .and I don't want to hear the two of you tonight." With that, he left the room. Heero peeked around the corner to watch the Arab leave before returning to the living room where Trowa was still standing. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" The Japanese boy wondered as he noted the tears in his lover's eyes. Trowa only nodded without looking up from the carpet.
"I hate putting you through this." Heero stated as Trowa's lips made their way up his neck. "By this time tomorrow, we'll be entering the Earth's atmosphere." "What about tomorrow morning, when Quatre expects his payment?" Trowa stopped and looked into the concerned colbat eyes. "Isn't this a step backward for you?" "Heero, we have to do whatever we can to protect Amelia. If the tables were turned, you'd do the same." "Is that how you really feel?" A awkward silence befell the lovers. "I've no right to ask this of you." "You're not asking me for anything. I'm doing this because I have to, for Amelia, not you." With that, Trowa attempted to escape the closeness, but Heero wrapped his arm around the thin waist and pulled him back into a hug. "You're not okay with this. . .are you?" He stared deeply into the emerald pools. "What choice do we have?" "Damn him." Trowa could sense the hated thoughts plaguing his partner's mind. "Heero, don't. . .don't do this to yourself." "It's not right." "No. . .but it's necessary." He leaned up and quickly brushed his lips against Heero's. The Japanese boy didn't respond to the gesture. "Let's not worry about this right now." He consoled and kissed the unmoving lips again. Once again, it was ignored. When he tried a third time, it lasted longer and was much more tempting as Heero began to return the feelings.
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