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" Welcome Home "Written By: Emerald Pillow
Warnings: supernatural; angst; yaoi; lemon(s);
i think that's it... Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing...blah, blah,blah...yeah, i'm poor. Pairings: 1x3x1, 5x2 Rating: NC 17
Welcome Home Part 1
"What the hell are you doing?" Duo demanded
as the new employee looked up from the truck. "I said over there."
The American informed and pointed in the opposite direction of where
the truck was parked. "Sorry." "It's okay. You'll learn." The braided boy
teased as he watched the new guy climb into the driver's seat and
start the engine. "Duo Maxwell?" "You got him." Duo spun around to find an
older man standing behind him. The man's gray hair was partially balding.
The three-piece suit seemed to make him appear even heftier than he
actually was. "What can I do for ya buddy?" "Is there an office where we can talk?" Duo
studied the man a moment before nodding. He led his guest into the
shop where Hilde was just hanging up the phone. "Hey Duo, a guy just called about . . ." "Tell me in a few minutes Hil . . .and make sure
the new kid does his job right." He nodded toward the yard and
Hilde nodded, stood, and stepped out. "Well this is as much privacy
as you're going to get." "This will do. Mr. Maxwell, my name is Genny Tarkes.
I'm a private investigator that was hired many years ago to find you.
Does the name Dennis Dempsey bring back any memories?" Duo thought
for a moment. "Never heard of the guy." "Well, he's your grandfather." "What?" Genny pulled out a folder and handed
it over to Duo. The American accepted the file and opened it in curiosity.
Inside were several documents of blood tests, DNA results, a birth
certificate, and photos that Duo assumed were of Dennis Dempsey. "Mr. Dempsey has spent the last seventeen years
looking for you." "Wait. Hold on. What makes you so sure that I'm
his grandson? I mean there's literally millions of orphans."
"True, but how many of them have a birthmark on
their left buttocks." "HEY! HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW THAT?!?!"
"You slept with my nephew three weeks ago . . .Lynn
Tarkes." "Lynn? . . . Lynn? . . ." "He has two different color eyes . . .one blue,
the other brown." "Oh, yeah. I remember him. He does that strange
thing with his mouth . . .so what's the story?" "Mr. Dempsey had only one child . . .a daughter
whom he loved dearly. However, she was in love with a man that he
didn't approve of. Despite his arguments, she ran off with the man
and married. Shortly after, she became pregnant, and her husband was
called to war. The mother died after giving birth to twins; one girl,
one boy, and the father had been reported as missing. Since Mr. Dempsey
had no other family, he took care of the babies . . .or more appropriately,
the servants did. One of the servants became obsessed with the ideal
of the boy being her own, and thus kidnapped the child and ran off
to the L2 cluster of Colonies. By time I tracked her down I learned
that she died with some sort of virus . . .and the kid was gone. Duo sat back in his chair and stared at the man sitting
across from him. For some reason, he couldn't bring himself to believe
what was being said. Then again, the reports in the file sitting before
him were definitely his information. He stared down at the birth certificate
laid before him. The name proclaimed him to be Benjamin Rockwell Dagmar.
He crinkled his nose at the name. Over the years he had gotten use
to Duo Maxwell. Benjamin Dagmar sounded like a big loser . . .and
definitely not something the God of Death would want to reckon with.
"What about the girl?" "She died two years ago in a car accident . . .I
see your doubt Mr. Maxwell . . .and I can understand this. All I'm
asking is for you to meet with him. What's the worse that can happen?"
"Give me some time to think about this." Duo
stated as he looked up from the birth certificate. "Of course. My flight back to Earth is this Saturday.
I'll purchase a extra shuttle pass if you decide that you want to
go. When you come to your decision, contact me." With that, he
leaned over and handed Duo a business card. "That's my cell number,
but I wrote the number to the hotel that I'm staying at as well."
Duo nodded and accepted the card. "Thank you for your time Mr.
Maxwell." Genny stood and extended his hand. Still lost in thought,
Duo numbly accepted it in a firm shake. He watched the PI turn and
leave just as Hilde came back into the shop. "Who was that?" She asked and glanced back
at the retreating figure. "Some guy that thinks I'm the grandson to someone
named Dennis Dempsey." "Dennis Dempsey?" Hilde laughed loudly. "Sounds
like a cartoon character." "Yeah, well this ought to double you over with laughter. My real name is supposedly 'Benjamin Rockwell Dagmar&'." Duo snickered and looked back at the certificate. "Maybe I should do some research on this Dempsey guy . . .just to find out the real story." ******* "Duo it is." "So tell me a little about my grandfather."
It felt strange to have the title spill from his lips. He never referred
to any sort of family member before; besides Sister and Father. "Well, Mr. Dempsey is the sole owner of a multibillion
dollar company. Graduated from Harvard and has been self-employed
since he was 25. His wife passed away a year before you were born."
"Is he like most rich people? Stuck up and conceited?"
"Well, he's not conceited. He takes great pride
in his social standings though." "Whoa. That just totally destroyed my confidence
about meeting him." "You're his grandson Duo. He'll be glad to see
you again any ways." "Right. Street rat meets wall street." "You're blowing this out of proportion." Genny
encouraged as they stopped at the front of the estate. There was a
upright old man standing on the threshold of the mansion. Just looking
at him told how powerful and proud he was. Suddenly, Duo became nervous.
He turned from the back window and stared at the floor of the limo.
"Duo, you don't have anything to worry about. He's over-joyed
at seeing you again." "Mr. Dempsey, may I present your grandson, Benjamin
Rockwell Dagmar." Duo couldn't help but laugh at the name. No
matter how many times that he turned it over in his mind, he found
it more humorous than the last. "Do you have a problem with your birth name Benjamin?"
His grandfather's voice possessed more vigor than his body appeared
to hold, and suddenly the smile wiped from Duo's lips. "No sir. I'm just not use to it." "What name have you been going by?" "Duo Maxwell." "Duo Maxwell? What type of name is that?"
Duo shrugged, as he was starting to regret coming here. "Do you
prefer that name over the name your mother gave you?" "I've been called it for as long as I can remember."
"Well, then Duo it is." The violet eyes looked
up in surprise at the comment. "Do you drink boy?" "Yeah." "Then let's go inside, share a drink, and get acquainted."
With that, the old man turned to walk back into the mansion. Duo looked
over at Genny a moment in surprise. The PI only delivered a knowing
look and headed back to the limo. "Where are you going?" "I got some work to take care of. Enjoy your time
with your grandfather Duo." Genny called and slid back into the
limo. "Thanks." Duo turned and followed the old
man. They stepped into a large room that was elaborately furnished;
and fashionably decorated. Duo's eyes ran from one white wall to the
next. He had been in rich homes before during his time with Quatre,
but this one took the cake. The old man walked behind a mini bar in
one corner and pulled out a bottle. "Scotch okay?" The man asked and glanced back
at Duo. "What else you got?" The younger boy asked
and walked over to the bar. "Just about everything." "Here, why don't you let me make something for
you." He suggested and slid over the bar. "You just have
a seat and let me make you a Duo Doozie." "A Duo Doozie? What's in it?" "It's my own special mixture." The American
announced and kneeled to note the selection of drinks. "I would
tell you the secret but . . ." He bounced back up and grinned at the man. "I'd
have to kill you." The billionaire laughed at the statement.
"Is it good?" "I have yet to find a liquor lover who doesn't
like it." As he spoke, he kneeled again to gather what he needed.
"Now, no peeks." He teased and turned his back to his grandfather.
"Dear Lord, look at your hair!" Duo looked
over his shoulder to see the shocked expression on the wrinkled face.
"Something wrong? I'm not cutting it if that's
the next words that's going to come from your mouth." "No. I was just admiring it. It reminds me of my
late granddaughter. She had the most beautiful brown hair I have ever
seen; and the deepest purple eyes that always seemed to be laughing."
Duo set the special made drink in front of the reminiscing person
and leaned on the bar. "Do you have a picture of her?" "I do. Actually, I have a portrait." With
that, he pointed toward a fireplace. There was a large oil painting
above the mantle of a teenage girl. "I'm sorry about your loss." Duo stated, still
staring at the dead girl. "Thank you . . .but I hope that we get to know
each other better Duo. We've lost so many years." Duo turned
his attention back to his grandfather with only one question. "Do you have any doubts that I'm your lost grandson?"
He asked suddenly. The deep brown eyes studied him a moment before
answering. "At first I did. I know that I have been pushing
Genny, and I was afraid that I pushed him so hard that he was just
finding anyone to bring to me. . .but the instant I looked into your
eyes, all the doubts vanished. When I look at you, I not only see
my wife, but my daughter, God rest both their souls. I understand
this must be hard for you. Genny has told me about the type of life
that you have lived for the pass seventeen years . . .and I can only
blame myself for that." "Actually, I don't see how you can blame yourself.
It's not like that at the time you're mind was where it should have
been. I mean you lost your whole family in a year . . .can't say that
that's a good feeling. Believe me." Duo commented as he stared
at the bar and remembered Sister Helen and Father Maxwell. "But enough with the depression. What were you
doing in the Colonies?" "I work at a salvage yard." "Salvage yard? You enjoy such laborious work?"
"Well, it's what I'm good at. I'm not one much
for suits and ties. I feel like a puppet in them, no offense."
The old man chuckled. "I know what you mean." After saying this, he took his first drink of the "Duo Doozie", and his eyes lit up. "This is really good." He looked at the glass,
then back at his grandson. "You came up with this?" "Yeah, well it was sort of an accident. I was feeling
a little down and needed a pick me up . . .but I didn't have enough
of one to do the job. So I just mixed together what I had left, and
voila, Duo a la Doozie." "Hey, I was drunk when I started it, and the name
just kinda stuck afterwards." "Duo Doozie." The man laughed and shook his
head. "I have a feeling we're going to get along just fine Duo."
He raised his glass and smiled. "You read my mind." Duo did the same and they tapped their glasses together before drinking. ~ * ~ Chapter
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