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"Possession"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ME!!!!...except,
I have to admit, Gundam Wing. Which completely sucks. Pairings: 3x5, 2x4 (mentioned) Warnings: language, TWT, lemon, violence, angst,
romance, sap, switching POVs Spoilers: nada Rating:NC-15 Archived: www.foratwistoflemon.com and Gundam
Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Lucy Author’s notes: //com or vidphone// /thought/ *emphasized* "Possession "
We live to fight another day we just need to survive this one. Zao goa! It was supposed to be a simple data retrieval mission! How did Trowa get caught?! I aimed a snarl at Nataku’s main viewscreen, watching the green puppy-faced lieutenant conclude his report. //…we have not yet found the Gundam. There are three patrols searching for it now.// //Very good.// Une actually looked pleased instead of surly. //Transport 03 here immediately.// I hit a command into the keyboard, having Nataku trace the call so that I knew which base Une was on. As she was doing that, I sent a brief message to Quatre, Duo and Heero. From: dragonchild@fire.com Do not attempt to retrieve Trowa. I’ll do it. 05
I kept my channels open, searching through them absently as I sped for New Edwards. There were no further communications with the base. I kept hoping for a flat tire or something of that nature, but it didn’t happen. Roughly fifty minutes later I dropped out of my Gundam, threw a camouflage net over her to conceal her from any searches, then climbed over the back gate. It was disgustingly easy to get into the base. The hard part was figuring out where they put Trowa. I went through endless hallways, all painted a stark white, dodged uniformed men and women, and finally stumbled across the Security Monitoring room. I slipped into the room quietly—no one was there. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. After all, their laziness was proving to be very convenient for me at the moment. The wall was lined with small viewscreens, showing various places on the base. My eyes darted from one screen to the next, finally landing on what I wanted towards the bottom of the wall. Trowa was lying on a gurney, eyes closed. I couldn’t tell through the camera how bad he was injured. But I could see Une off to the side, speaking with a man in a white lab coat. Grrrr[…]if they had injected him with anything dangerous, they wouldn’t be waking up tomorrow morning. The bottom right corner of the screen told me which wing and which room. Infirmary, 202. Right. I had the presence of mind to download a computer virus into the system before slipping back out into the hallway. For five minutes I ghosted through the base, praying to my ancestors that I could get in and out quietly. I only started to truly breathe and believe that I could manage it when I reached room 202 without tripping over anyone. I put my ear to the door, but there was no sound from within. Maybe they had left him alone for a minute. There was a key ring hanging next to the receptionist’s desk. I grabbed it, finding the right key on the fifth try. Trowa was lying quietly on the gurney, not moving as I drifted inside. Instinct started screaming at me—there was someone else here— Une. She stood glaring at me, planting herself between me and the unconscious pilot. I matched her glare, seething inwardly and snarling. “Give him back to me.” One eyebrow rose in aristocratic disdain. “Why should I, 05?” “Because you’ll be dead in the next instant if you don’t.” She snorted. “We’ll see about that.” I dove for her as her hand went for the panic button next to the bed, snatching it away before she complete the motion. Viciously I backhanded her, knocking her into the wall. Her head made a small *thump* sound as it struck, and she slid, unconscious, to the floor. Good. I only liked the damn woman when she was unconscious. My attention turned completely to Trowa for a moment. After a quick examination, I determined that there was nothing too serious. Just bruises, a cut here and there, a few scrapes—nothing life threatening. There was, however, a small puncture mark just inside his elbow. Dammit, I hadn’t gotten here fast enough. He’d been stripped of the turtleneck, which was nowhere in sight. I snatched my jacket off and wrestled him into it. He didn’t need exposure to the cool autumn air on top of whatever they had injected him with. Infiltration isn’t my thing, but I did my best to at least make an attempt at blending in. I drew the sheet completely over his head, hiding his features. Then I grabbed a lab coat from the wall and tossed it on, buttoning it quickly. It was little too big — borrowed clothes from OZ never fit right—but at first glance, it should pass. With as much casualness as I could muster, I sauntered out of the room, rolling the gurney in front of me. I was trying to look bored, but I probably just looked disgusted. I’ve never been good at arranging my face in a certain way—unless I was trying to look arrogant. That look I have no problems with. Luck was with me. I met no one on the way to the ground floor, and there was even an ambulance waiting outside the side entrance. Maybe it was Une that smacked *me* into the wall, and now I was dreaming. This was almost too good to be true. Since there was no one around the ambulance, I headed straight for it. “Sir?” Crap. I knew this phenomenal good luck would end sometime. Still, I turned calmly to face the young private standing near my elbow. “Yes?” “Would you like some help putting him in the ambulance?” …then again, maybe not. I nodded politely. “That would be appreciated.” I *had* been wondering on how I would get Trowa inside. I couldn’t very well lift the gurney up and in all by myself. The private—Anders was the name on his tag—smiled back and took the back end. I scrambled into the ambulance itself and lifted as he pushed, and between the two of us, we easily lifted Trowa inside. “Thank you,” I said to him as he started to close the back doors. “Welcome, sir.” He flashed a smile, which was the last I saw of his face as he closed the doors. I climbed into the front of the vehicle, started the engine with keys that someone had thoughtfully left in the ignition, and headed for the main gate. Driving off of a base is the easiest thing in the world to do. You slow down as you pass the gatehouse, then you speed back up again once you’re clear—that’s it. No ID, no questions…in fact, the guards don’t even look at you. I risked a glance over my shoulder to make sure that Trowa was still alright—his continued slumber was beginning to worry me a little—then I drove to the nearest hospital. I left the ambulance parked in the back, hotwired the first car available—a Camaro, since it was the nearest thing to me—then climbed back into the ambulance to un-strap Trowa. He was completely limp in my arms, making it a little difficult to transfer him over to the car. It would have helped matters extremely if he hadn’t been taller than me. Then it was a hour drive to our safehouse, where I carried Trowa inside and wrote him a note just in case he woke up while I was gone, and a quick ten minute drive to get rid of the car in a nearby lake. Once I got back, my good luck for the day disappeared. Trowa was still in bed where I had put him, but now he was curled up into himself and shivering hard. Long tremors were coursing up and down his frame. I piled every blanket I had on top of him, but they weren’t doing any good. Muscle cramps were another side effect, and I was continuously forced to pull the blankets away in order to knead out cramps in his legs, arms, shoulders and neck. Swearing softly under my breath, I stripped my borrowed jacket off of him and climbed underneath the covers, spooning up against his back. Under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed this. As it stood, I just wished my presence wasn’t necessary. The shaking went in waves. Twenty minutes of shaking, one minute without. Then it went to fifteen minutes, then ten and finally five. For three hours I held him, soothing away tension in his muscles, trying to warm him with my own body heat. My wrist watch told me that it was going on twenty minutes without having to rub warmth back into him. It looked like the drug was passing. Thank all the ancestors. I started to doze slightly, exhausted by the events of the past few hours. Trowa jerked violently away from me, rolling over and curling into a fetal position. Was he too hot…? No, I could see him shivering from here. Maybe he was dreaming. Cautiously I extended a hand and touched his shoulder, trying to coax him back into my arms. He flinched as soon I touched him, throwing an arm up to shield his face. I immediately backed off. The position…it looked like he was trying to defend himself, like a child against a bully. Damn, had he been abused as a child? Was he receiving flashbacks of the past? It wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest if the drug was meant to enhance memory and cause hallucinations. I couldn’t leave him like this. Softening my voice I murmured to him, “Shh. Trowa, it’s alright. I’m watching over you. There’s nothing to fear here.” His arm slowly lowered as he turned his head to look at me. His eyes, half open, were not quite lucid. “’Fei?” Not once has he called me by any sort of nickname. He’s never called *anyone* by nickname, not even Quatre. And they’re best friends. Swallowing against an uprising of emotion I kept my voice steady. “That’s right. It’s me.” He twisted and flung himself at me, arms latching around my waist and head burrowed under my chin. I started, surprised by the speed with which he had moved. It took a moment before I wrapped my arms around him in return. His breath against my neck slowly went from taut panting to a more even pace. I relaxed as he did. Well. That little disaster was diverted, I just hoped there wasn’t going to be another one to replace it. He could probably sleep the drug off peacefully now. Still, why had he calmed down so quickly when he realized it was me? Quatre I could see. Even Heero, considering how close those two are. But Trowa has never been entirely at ease with me. His reaction doesn’t make sense at all. It was a little too hot for comfort now that we were all wrapped up together. Lifting up slightly, I tossed three of the blankets onto the floor. As soon I shifted away, he clamped onto me ferociously, shaking starting up again. “Don’t leave, Fei. Please don’t leave me.” Cao! The blankets fell unheeded as I wrapped myself around him again. What kind of drug had they put in him, anyway?! The Trowa that I knew would never panic like this. I rubbed both hands over his shoulders and back, soothing the shakes away. “Shh. I’m still here. I’m not leaving you.” He quieted almost instantly, falling asleep again. I really didn’t understand this. If I didn’t know better, I would have said that Trowa thought more of me than I realized. Right then, though, what truly mattered was that holding him soothed away his troubled visions. And as long as that was the case, I wasn’t moving. + Warmth. Comfort. A heartbeat steadily beating under my ear. Two arms wrapped around my back, and smooth skin against my chest and face. Who…? It took effort, but I managed to get one eye open and let my head fall back enough that I could see who was holding me. Wufei. He looked younger in sleep. Less combative, and more like the scholar that I sometimes glimpsed. The tidy black hair was a little mussed, skin flushed across his cheeks from being too warm. I let my eyes close again as I relaxed against him. I had no idea why he was in bed with me, but I was going to soak up this moment as much as possible. After all, odds were it would never happen again. Wufei stirred against me, and one of his hands fell away from my back to rest against my forehead. “Good,” he murmured softly[,] “he’s finally warm.” Ah. So that was why he was here. Apparently the drug had lowered my body temperature radically. I remembered vaguely being wracked with chills, but everything was a little hazy. Slowly I lifted my face away from his neck. “Trowa?” “Hn.” Ack. My mouth felt like it was glued together it was so dry. “Are you finally with me?” An odd question. Just what had that drug made me do? “Yes.” “Stay there a moment.” He rolled out of bed and disappeared into the hallway. I instantly grew cold with his disappearance and snatched a blanket over me. Maybe I should have played dead a little longer. I liked being held by him. Just when the blanket started doing some good, he appeared again. “Here.” Wufei settled on the edge of the bed, helping me sit up and arranged it so that I was leaning against him as I downed the glass of water he had in his hands. The cool liquid was nirvana against my parched throat, and I swallowed it greedily. “More?” I shook my head carefully. My body didn’t exactly feel real to me yet. “No.” “Alright.” The glass was deposited on the floor before Wufei eased back into the bed, snuggling in next to me so naturally it almost felt like he had been doing just that for years. I let him, not wanting to admit out loud how much I needed him to hold me just then, how much I needed his quiet strength until I found my center. “How do you feel?” “Fuzzy,” I admitted, settling against him with a contented sigh. I had a brief flash of uncertainty on what to do with my arms, but since he had both of his around me and was comfortable with it, why should it be a big deal if I [returned] the loose embrace? “From your reaction, I think the drug they gave you was some kind of memory enhancer and hallucinogen.” I resisted the urge to cuddle closer. Just doing this was completely out of my normal behavioral patterns. He was sure to start wondering about me soon. “Yes. What I remember supports that.” He grunted sourly. “I should have killed the bitch.” Shock made me blink. [I’d] never heard Wufei curse, and gods knew that he had more than enough reason to do so sometimes. “I assume you mean Une.” “Oh yes. She was trying to stop me from taking you back. Ha. As if some weak woman could do that.” I swallowed a laugh. He sounded disgusted by the very idea of a woman preventing him from doing *anything*. “I’m glad she couldn’t.” His arms tightened around me, one hand gliding up and down the base of my spine. I stretched into the touch, just like my lions did. It felt good to be stroked like that. “I need to send a message to the others to tell them I have you.” He sounded slightly reluctant to move however. “Will you be alright for a few minutes?” Okay, now I really wanted to know. Just what was I doing that had him treating me so carefully? “Wufei…I don’t remember the past few hours very well. Did I…do or say something?” He visibly hesitated, not quite meeting my eyes. “The only way to calm you was to hold you. If I moved even the slightest bit you would panic.” I felt my eyes widen at this soft admission. Oh damn. The drug had apparently dropped all of my inhibitions as well. In that odd limbo between sleep and alertness, I had latched onto the only thing I knew I could trust—the only thing I truly wanted. Shit. “You called me ‘Fei,” Wufei whispered. His eyes were searching intently over my face. “I’ve never heard you use a nickname before. Trowa…why? I don’t understand this at all. You’ve never been comfortable around me.” Yeah, well, that’s because I was in love with him and trying to hide it. I was too nervous around him to really enjoy his company much. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable—” The rest of the sentence was substituted with a gasp as he hauled me back into his arms. He was…holding me, touch so possessive and gentle it tugged at my heart. Breathe, Trowa. Remember to breathe. “That’s not what I meant,” he whispered against my hair. “I was glad that you turned to me for help and comfort. I just didn’t think you trusted me much, so it came as a surprise.” Merde. I hadn’t meant to give him that impression. A little shyly I returned the embrace and leaned completely into him. “I trust you.” “Good.” His arms tightened briefly, squeezing me. We lay there in silence for several moments before he shifted a little. “Let me get my laptop. I’m sure they’ll want to talk to you too.” I pondered that conversation in my head after he left the room. Whatever had happened the past few hours, he was very comfortable in physically touching me now. I’m not sure if this is a curse or a blessing. And he seemed to take it as a sign of…comfort, or friendship or something of that nature when I called him by a nickname. I knew he had been irritated at first with Duo because he called him every possible version of his name under the sun. But he seemed to like it when I called him ‘Fei. Maybe…maybe it was a degree of intimacy that had to be earned? I really didn’t know much about Chinese culture. It left me floundering in the dark a bit. Maybe Heero could tell me if I was right. At any rate, from then on I thought I’ll call him ‘Fei. It was past time that I stopped acting so nervously in his company, like a school girl with her first crush. It’d only driven him away from me, and that was the last thing that I wanted to do. Wufei came back in, carrying the laptop, which he propped up on a pillow in my lap. Then he settled beside me, fingers flying over the keyboard as he set up a three way call. “01, 02, 04 this is 05.” Duo appeared almost immediately. //Wuffers! Hey, Tro. Good to see you in one piece. You okay?// “I’m fine.” //Riiiight. Hey ‘Fei, is he okay?// Wufei rolled his eyes expressively. “He’s fine, Duo.” //Just checking. Bang-boy would say he was fine if he was missing a leg, y’know. He’s as bad as Ro.// //Trowa!// Quatre’s beaming face filled the next corner of the screen. //Are you alright?// “I’m fine,” I repeated patiently. “He’s fine,” Wufei confirmed, “so don’t ask me the same question.” Heero’s face appeared in the bottom right corner of the screen. He gave me a thorough scrutiny then nodded in satisfaction. //Heavyarms has been moved. I’ll send you the coordinates of where we are.// I nodded back. “Thanks. Sorry for the hassle.” “How did you get caught, anyway?” Wufei inquired, genuinely curious. “I ran across an enigma,” I responded sourly. “An intelligent guard. Someone actually looked at those wanted posters that Une sent out everywhere and compared it to my face.” Duo snorted. //Figures. I guess there’s eight wonders
in the world instead of seven.// //Good. Take it easy. Quatre, out.// Duo winked. //And thanks for the view, man. You should go around shirtless more often, Tro. You are one *fine* specimen. Shinigami, out.// //Yuy, out.// I was still flushing a little at Duo’s comment. Until he mentioned it, I had overlooked the fact that I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Wufei closed the laptop, grumbling under his breath. “The sha zi *would* have to mention that.” He bent and rummaged in his duffle bag before tossing a black tank top in my direction. “Here.” “Thanks.” I quickly snatched it over my head, beginning to feel better. I’m not really that body shy, but…it just felt weird being half-naked in front of Wufei. “Do we have to go retrieve Nataku?” I had noticed earlier that Wufei didn’t refer to his Gundam as Shenlong, and had adopted his name for her. “Yes.” He looked back at me, frowning slightly. I read the expression on his face well enough and quirked a half smile at him. “I feel fine, ‘Fei. Not quite grounded, but fine. Let’s go.” He blinked at the use of the nickname, then grinned. An honest to god *grin*. Maybe it was a bad idea to call him that. He looked too cute when he grinned. I was going to give into temptation and kiss him for real if he kept doing that. “Okay. We’re getting something to eat on the way, though. I’m starving.” “I’ll not argue against that.” + I had hidden Nataku far enough away from any hint of civilization that getting to her was an easy matter. The hard part was finding a truck to transport her. In the end, Trowa was the one to find something suitable. He’d had far more experience than I when it comes to traveling over land, after all. I had no idea what had changed…well, okay I might have had a notion or two. Ever since he’d woken up from that drug-induced sleep, he’d been far more open with me than ever before. If this change proved to be permanent, I thought I might just send Une a thank you card. We’d been on the road for an hour now, and Trowa was slowly falling asleep in the passenger seat. He kept jerking himself awake though whenever he nodded off. “Trowa. Nap if you wish.” “I’ve already ‘napped’ today.” “The drug hasn’t completely left your system yet,” I returned. “Sleep. Your body needs it.” He grumbled a bit, but his body was too insistent to ignore. Five minutes later, he was curled up on the seat and fast asleep. I spent the rest of the five hour drive thinking, for the most part about how Trowa had reacted in his sleep. Granted, he had been heavily influenced at the time…but the emotion behind his plea to not leave him had been real enough. And when he had woken up, there had been no protest from him when I had continued to hold him. Gradually, over the course of the past month, I had come to realize that I was strongly attracted to Trowa. The more I noticed about him, the more I wanted to have some kind of deeper relationship with him, beyond that of comrade and brother-in-arms. But the odds hadn’t seemed to be in my favor. He had been slightly aloof when it came to me, which had hurt because I hadn’t known the reason why. Looking back over those times, I had to wonder if he was being aloof…or skittish. Perhaps, just perhaps, Trowa was attracted to me as well. I cast a glance at his sleeping face, half-baked ideas firming into hard resolve. “You’re mine, Trowa Barton,” I whispered
softly. “You just don’t know it yet.” Shigeki: I thought you were going to write a 1x5 for
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