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"Wolf Pack"Written By: Emerald Pillow Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4 Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, humor, angst um...I think
that's all...OH YEAH! *slaps her forehead* Totally AU, and language
(Duo can never swear enough) Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but 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...) Comments: The idea of the bar thing and what the
bartenders do came from the movie Coyote Ugly, but with a little twist.
Everything else is original (I hope). Um, the only G-boys name used
in the story is Quatre's the rest have other names to go with the
story. Dingo is Duo, Coyote is Heero, Hyena is Wu Fei, Jackel is Trowa.
All the guys are pretty much in character, so you should be able to
tell them apart. Hope you enjoy it! ^-^ Rating: NC 17
Part 13 The music was nerve wrecking. More than anything, Coyote
wanted to break the speaker in the roof of the elevator. He restrained
himself from doing so. He quickly glanced over at Hyena. His Chinese
friend had been tense the pass two weeks. Even without Wolf having
to ask him, he had been keeping a close eye on Jackal. All the pack
members worried that the Latin would do something to himself. The
three bartenders had broken into shifts to watch over him, however
Hyena seemed to be doing the most. Right now he was on his way to
relieve Dingo. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay?"
Coyote offered for the third time. Hyena shook his head. "No, you and Dingo should go home and get some
sleep before we have to be at the pack." "You haven't slept in a week Hyena. Maybe you should
go get some rest." "I'll be all right." He sighed deeply as the
elevator doors opened and the two stepped into the hallway. The only
way Hyena could sleep was next to Jackal. Hyena was a light sleeper
and there was no way Jackal would be able to do something without
him knowing about it. "I just feel that this is my fault."
"That's not true. You can't possibly blame yourself."
"I must have done something wrong. Why else would
he want to turn to someone else?" "I wish I could answer that for you, but I can't.
I can, however, say this: people can't help who they fall in love
with. It just happens. Even if they don't want to." They stopped
at Jackal's front door and Hyena pulled out the keys. As they entered,
they found Dingo asleep on the couch. The TV sitting opposite him
was still on. Coyote walked over to his lover. A empty peach snobs
bottle was setting on the table. Hyena crinkled his nose at the American.
"Wake up." He snapped and slapped Dingo's
leg. The braided dancer woke with a start and looked for the source
of his awaking. "What are you doing?" Hyena demanded. "I guess I must have dozed off." Dingo grinned
as his eyes met Coyote. Coyote turned the alcohol bottle upside down
to prove that it was a drunken slumber. "You dumbass, you were supposed to be watching
Jackal." Coyote scolded as Hyena headed toward the bedroom. "Hey relax. He sacked out about ten minutes after
we got here. He hates being baby-sat." "How long did you watch him before you decided
he was asleep?" Hyena asked as he lightly pushed open the bedroom
door. "Half an hour. Maybe four-five minutes. I can't
remember exactly." Dingo answered as he watched Hyena disappear
into the room. "Did you take this from Jackal's cabinet?"
Coyote wondered as he replaced the bottle. "He hardly ever drinks any ways. I got bored just
sitting here watching TV. And that bottle looked awfully neglected.
And you know how I have a weak spot for things that are neglected."
Coyote shook his head. They thought giving Dingo the first shift was
the way to go. Usually the American was revved up by time he got off
from work. It would usually take him three to four hours to wind down.
Up until now, it worked. When Coyote and Hyena arrived to relieve
him, Dingo would be just winding down and poor Jackal appeared exhausted
from dealing with the ball of endless energy. This was the first time
he actually fell asleep on the job. Hyena sat on the wooden frame. He knew the Latin was
a light sleeper, so he didn't want to disturb the water in the mattress.
He studied the sleeping features and couldn't help but notice that
he seemed more pale. He gently ran the back of his hand across the
pale cheek. It was cold. "Jackal." Hyena shook the Latin slightly. "Jackal, wake up." He heard Dingo and Coyote enter the room. "Jackal!" Suddenly something caught the corner
of his black eyes. He reached between the bed frame and mattress.
It was an empty aspirin bottle. Fear consumed the Chinese dancer.
"Damnit!" He felt for a pulse. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw Coyote dashed toward the phone. Dingo fell against the wall, he couldn't believe what
he was seeing. This had to be some sort of a nightmare. He honestly
thought that Jackal was asleep when he had picked up the bottle. In
fact, he had started drinking it only ten minutes ago. What happened?
He heard Coyote talking to the operator, but couldn't make out what
was being said. He stared at Jackal's pale features. What had he done?
Why didn't he listen to Coyote? Why did he have to fall asleep? He
felt numb as he watched Hyena began performing CPR to the lifeless
juggler. His first thought was that Jackal was dead. It was all his
fault. He had to stick his nose where it didn't belong. Had to make
his friend suffer in the worst possible way. Tears brimmed his violet
eyes. The minute hand seemed to move slower if not backwards.
Hyena couldn't help but pace back and forth in the small waiting room.
His mind was filled with torturous thoughts of the unknown. Jackal
was still in the emergency room. When the paramedics arrived, Hyena
found an empty bottle of tequila near the head of the bed. Apparently
Jackal had taken the entire bottle of aspirin then chased it with
the alcohol. Though he hoped that the object of his affection would
be all right, he feared that he would lose him. He silently cursed
himself for leaving someone as careless as Dingo on guard. He should
have known better. Coyote watched Hyena from his seat next to Dingo. The
American had finally cried himself to sleep from the guilt. His head
was resting in his lover's lap. Coyote couldn't blame Hyena for worrying
about their friend. Even as Jackal was wheeled into the ambulance,
he wasn't breathing. It was sometime during the ride to the hospital
that a machine was hooked to him to aid in the breathing process.
Presently, Coyote returned his attention to the clipboard
in front of him. Since he was the most clam of the three when they
arrived, the nurse had given him papers to fill out. The forms were
regarding Jackal's insurance and general information. The only thing
Coyote could fill out was his address and occupation. He found it
disturbing that he knew Jackal for four years and never thought to
know his real name. Or birthday for that matter. Some best friend
he turned out to be. Shortly after arriving, Wolf had been paged and a message
left, telling where they were. That was well over a hour ago. Part
of Coyote wanted their employer to appear. Truthfully, he had no ideal
what to put in the blank spots. He had already been sitting here with
the forms for an hour. The nurse that had given it to him was now
staring at him, silently wondering why he had yet to complete it and
bring it back to her. Not knowing what else to do, he left it empty.
After gently removing Dingo's head, he stood and stretched his legs.
Hyena followed him to the desk where he handed over the forms. The
nurse quickly scanned the information. She was middle aged. Her short
graying hair was pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head. A
crease formed about her forehead. "You don't even know his name?" She asked
skeptically as she looked at Coyote. Her answer was a death cold stare
that silenced her immediately. She turned her attention back to the
forms, regretting that she had ever questioned him. "Okay, we'll
just refer to him as 'John Doe' then." "Jackal." Hyena piped up suddenly. The middle
aged nurse looked up at him in surprised. "I don't know what
his real name is, but his nick name is Jackal. Can't you call him
that instead of the name of someone no one knows?" He wasn't
sure why, but the ideal of referring to Jackal as John Doe offended
him. Instead of arguing, the woman made a note on the information
forms and continued to enter it into the computer system. "Have
you receive any information about him yet?" Hyena added as Coyote
returned to his seat. Hyena returned to his pacing path. Dingo had waken for
the lack of Coyote's being close. Japanese dancer was softly comforting
his unusually quiet partner. The American's violet eyes were glued
to the titled floor. He couldn't bare the thought of looking up. He
couldn't face the accusing coal eyes that he knew was glaring at him
for his irresponsibility. Worse than the stare was the silence. Hyena
knew that the stony silence was more than enough of a torture for
the energetic youth. What seemed like a lifetime passed. Hyena must have
repeated his question a million times. Still no Wolf. Each of the
bartenders thought for sure that he would have been there by now.
Especially since it was Jackal. For the first time since they arrived,
Hyena sat. He made sure to keep his back toward Dingo. If he continued
to stare at the frowning face any longer he would explode into anger.
As much as he loved the ideal of exploding, he felt that the continued
silence was a much better punishment. "I'm a horrible person. . .ain't I Coyote?"
Coyote stared at Dingo. He had never seen him remain seriously depressed
this long. "Dingo, it's not entirely your fault." He
took the American's hand in his own. Coyote had never comforted anyone
before. He wasn't too good at expressing emotions, but seeing Dingo
like this somehow triggered a hidden spring of sympathy he never knew
he had. "I should have listened to you." Dingo whispered,
trying to keep his tears at bay, as he felt a strong arm snake around
his shoulders. "You mean to tell me you knew about this the whole
time?" Hyena questioned as he stood and glared at Coyote. "Coyote learned about it the same time you did.
It's okay if you're pissed off at me, but don't get mad at him."
"Pissed off?" Hyena fumed, his control slowly
slipping. "Pissed off? Dingo, 'pissed off' doesn't even begin
to describe what I'm feeling toward you right now." "Do you think he wanted this to happen?" Coyote
jumped to his lover's defense. It was one thing for him to scold the
braided stripper, but it was another when someone else began yelling
at him. "He was only trying to help." "Help what Coyote? Help Jackal commit suicide?
Because that's what happened. Jackal probably won't live and it'll
be his fault." He narrowed his eyes at the guilt ridden bartender.
"Visitors for . . .Jackal?" A young man stood,
staring confusedly at the charts in front of him. Without a second's
hesitation, Hyena sprang to the man's side. "Is he okay?" Hyena blurted as Dingo and Coyote
stood behind him. "Well, we pumped his stomach, and everything seems
okay. . .however. . ." "However, what?" Hyena probed. "Technically, he should fully recover. But he has
fallen into a suicidal coma." "What the Hell is a suicidal coma?" Dingo
flustered. "He has the ability to escape the coma and continue
to recover, but he doesn't want to. Since this was a suicide attempt,
he wants to die. It's a slow way to die, but it's the way he chose.
The longer he stays in the coma, the least likely his chances are
of coming out of it at all." "So basically he's keeping himself in this coma."
Hyena said more to himself. "Is there anything you can do?"
******** The sun set like molasses in the western sky. Looking
across the vast ocean surface it appeared that the sun was leaving
one world to enter another. Quatre inhaled deeply and took a sip of
his tea as he leaned against the banister of his balcony. For the
passed two weeks, he couldn't think of anything except Jackal. He
racked his brain for a way to reunite with his love, but came up emptied
handed. Quatre had returned home for the four day weekend. Between
school and Alex's guilt trips, he couldn't really find time to think
clearly. His father was on Earth right now, so aside from the servants,
he had the entire mansion to himself. He had to find a way for them
to be together. His heart refused to allow him to live the rest of
his life as only a half. He wanted to be complete. He wanted Jackal
to be complete. There was only one way to satisfy that desire. He mentally ran through everything he knew. What did
Wolf mean when he said that he owned Jackal? Was he serious? Did he
buy Jackal from someone? That would explain the lack of a real name
for the bartender. If he was bought, that would make him a slave.
But slavery was illegal. Surely Wolf would make up something if someone
brought it up to him. Maybe Quatre could buy Jackal from him. No.
After what he had witnessed, he was convinced that Wolf was much more
than just an employer or slave owner. He appeared too attached to
the Latin. Why else would he corner him with Quatre's life? He wasn't
going to give up Jackal easily. That was just fine. Quatre didn't
plan to give up easily either. If only Quatre knew all the specific details of what
was going on between the two members. He wished he could somehow learn
the full extent of what is meant to be a wolf pack member. Unfortunately,
he had no one to ask. If he got close to Jackal, his death would soon
follow. He wanted to stay alive. He wanted to be with the holder of
his virginity. Asking Dingo was out of the question. The American
had turned out to be a MIA ever since that day. Dingo had to have
been caught sneaking behind Wolf's back. It was the only explanation
Quatre could come up with. What was worse was the fact that he didn't understand
how much power Wolf possessed throughout the Colony. He must have
some sort of connections if Jackal was afraid to challenge the threat.
"Master Quatre." Quatre looked toward the
source of the monotone voice that called him. An older man stood at
the entrance to the balcony. It was the butler. "Yes Norman?" "The phone is for you." Curious, Quatre walked
into the room. He didn't recall telling anyone that he was there.
Furthermore he could have sworn that he asked the servants to disallow
any knowledge of him being there. "Who is it?" "It's Alex sir. He sounded quiet urgent. Forgive
me for. . ." "It's okay." Quatre coaxed as he picked up
the receiver. "Hello?" "Quatre, what have you gotten yourself into?"
Alex's hysterical voice erupted over the phone. "Alex, what's wrong? What happened?" Quatre
tried to stay clam and listened intently to his friend. "Nothing happened. At least not yet. Maybe it would
be wise for you to stay where you are for a while." "What's going on? Where are you?" "I'm at a pay phone. Some guy was in our room looking
for you." Quatre felt sick. Was Wolf going to kill him any ways
as extra insurance of Jackal's behavior. "What'd he look like?" Quatre asked suddenly
wondering if maybe it was Dingo. "He was about your height. He had black eyes and
hair in a ponytail. He was also kinda buff." "Was he Chinese?" "Yeah. Do you know him?" Quatre slumped into
the nearby chair. Hyena was looking for him? Was he the one that was
going to try and do away with Quatre? Now what? "Did he hurt you?" "No. He was just asking where you were. I didn't
tell him anything. Except that you weren't here." "Did he say or do anything?" "Besides scare the shit out of me? No." "Nothing?" "Nothing. Just that he'll be back later today and
he wanted to talk with you." Talk to him? Did people 'talk' with
the one they're going to kill before they actually did? Was it sort
of like last words for his tombstone? Was it too late to hire a body
guard? No. He wouldn't run any more. Running wasn't going to solve
anything. "Quatre are you still there?" Alex's voice interrupted
his thoughts. "Yeah. I'm still here." He said softly. "I'll
be there in a couple of hours." "Are you nuts?! Quatre that guy looked as if he
was going to kill you." Quatre didn't reply as he replaced the
receiver. He wasn't going to run anymore. He was going to do just
the opposite. It was risky, but it might be worth it in the long run.
Besides, there were so many things far worse than death. And that's
living without Jackal. ~ * ~
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