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"Rescues"Written By: Honor Disclaimer: Despite my best attempts, I have not
managed to steal the boys. I’ll let you know when I succeed.
Archived: Gundam Wing Diaries Rating: R (I think, I really don’t have a
good grasp on the rating system) Spoilers: nada Warnings: TWT, EWWT (I’m acting like the
war lasts a year and a half and Eternal Waltz doesn’t happen)
Lemon, some angst, violence, language, romance Pairings: 3x4 established, working on 5xOMC (anyone
remember Jamie?) and a 1x2 //thought// <<com or phone>> *emphasized* ~flashback~
"Rescues " Chapter Eight: Murphy’s Law
“Intruder approaching,” a canned female voice announced loudly. “Vehicles match OZ registration. Repeat, intruder approaching. Will reach base within fifteen minutes.” Jamie’s head snapped up when the safehouse alarm went off. Dammit! None of the pilots were there at the moment, and weren’t due back in for another six hours at least! Of all the times for her position to be compromised! Swearing steadily she sprinted for her room, threw in the cellphone, her laptop, and two changes of clothes. Then she tore out of the house, hitting the intruder alarm as she went out of the back door. That alarm would send all five Gundams a message, telling them that the safehouse had been found and Jamie was gone. //One less thing that I have to worry about.// Wufei’s bike was in the garage, and it was that she headed for. It would give her more maneuverability than the jeep. In five seconds she strapped her bag to the back, jammed a helmet over her head and tore out of the building. Scenery whizzed past her as she drove. //Dammit! How did they figure out where we were? However they did it, their information isn’t very accurate. They don’t realize that I was the only one there. Unless, of course, they think that they can grab me and hold it over the boys’ heads. Erk, not a pleasant thought…// The bike growled and whined as she forced it up a steep incline and onto the road, heading for the freeway. If she could get lost along the traffic there, then OZ would never find her. Someone was coming up along the road, in a sporty baby pink car. It was the color that made Jamie look at it twice—and the driver inside. “RELENA?!” Without hesitation she wrenched the bike sideways and into the approaching path of the car, making her stand on her brakes and stop. Jamie threw the kickstand even as Relena got out and glared at her. “What do you think you are doing?!” “Relena, you idiot!” Jamie was rapidly doing calculation in her head. Relena was too important, she couldn’t be left here and handed over to OZ. The boys had made that amply clear to her. She’d have to take her along— “Who are you?!” “I’m the Gundam pilot’s doctor okay? But they aren’t there right now and OZ will be in five minutes! We have to move!” Couldn’t take Relena’s car, it was far too easy to trace and conspicuous. It would have to be the bike, but there was room for two people only not two people and a bag—Jamie groaned at the realization, but there was no other choice. //Wufei’s going to freak.// She grabbed Relena’s arm and dragged her close to the bike, wrenching off her own helmet and shoving it onto her head. They might not know how Jamie looked, but they would instantly recognize Relena. The bag was un-strapped and tossed into the ditch with a brief twang of doom. “Get on!” Relena instinctively dug in her heels, but she wasn’t as strong as Jamie and was forced on. Jamie revved the engine back to life. “And hang on! If you fall off, I’m not coming back for you! The boys are going to kill me for this as it is!” The bike screamed again as Jamie pushed it to its limits, Relena holding on for dear life and questioning just how everything went wrong. They drove for nearly ten hours, only stopping long enough to buy gas or use the restroom, then Jamie would drive like her life depended on it—which it did. Ten hours of this took them to a dinky apartment in the slum of Chicago. Not the safest place to be with the former Queen of the World…but better than nothing. Jamie stowed Wufei’s bike in a corner of the room (she did not feel that it was safe to leave it outside of the hotel in this neighborhood) and paced, thinking rapidly. Relena was so relieved to be able to stretch out at this point that she collapsed on the thin excuse of a bed and groaned. “Now will you explain everything to me?” “I am Jamie Dragonmanovich, the personal physician of the Gundam pilots,” Jamie replied absently. Who to call, and how? “When you were driving to the safehouse, OZ was about five minutes from landing and capturing anyone they found. I had to get you out of there.” Relena’s eyes narrowed. This girl couldn’t possibly be a doctor! She was her age, at most. The eyes frosted over as Relena studied her more. And she was very pretty, and elegant in a way that Relena could never hope to emulate. The knowledge burned. If this person had been close to her Heero, how could it have affected him…? “And now, of course, I have to wonder how I’m supposed to contact anyone considering I sacrificed my equipment to save your silly hide!” Jamie gave her an annoyed glare. “Worried about Heero’s reaction?” Relena demanded caustically. This situation wasn’t her fault, after all! “Heero’s,” Jamie admitted with rolled eyes, “and Trowa’s, and Quatre’s, and Duo’s…most especially Wufei’s!” Jamie paused and did some rapid calculations in her head. Assuming she called someone right now, and they came to pick the two girls up, it would take anywhere from two or three hours to a whole day until Jamie was in a secure enough location to contact the pilots. That was well over the twelve hour mark she was *supposed* to wait. “Wufei…” Jamie repeated with pained groaned, head dropping into her hands. “Oh gods, Wufei is going to freak. Completely freak.” This statement was odd enough that Relena actually paused and considered her rival with more care. “Why Wufei, especially?” “Because he’s my boyfriend,” Jamie responded, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. Relena’s eyeballs nearly fell out of her head. Chang Wufei, the teen who despised women as a rule and had treated her with cold contempt whenever he was forced to rescue her? This supposed doctor was going out with *him*? What kind of a woman was this?! “Aw hell…well, I’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, I’ve got to think of someone safe to call. Not Rashid, he’s in a base and I don’t want to compromise him. Who deals with regular people…” A light went on. “Howard. Of course!” Duo had introduced her to Howard nearly two weeks ago when they had needed parts for Nataku. She dove for the vidphone on the wall and punched in the number. A man she didn’t recognize answered. <<Howard’s Salvage.>> “I need to speak to Howard. Code Babylon 5.” His face paled visibly. <<Wait a sec.>> “Babylon 5?” Relena repeated in confusion. Jamie hit the mute button and answered without taking her eyes off the screen. “It started out as a joke, but…Babylon 5 means that my location has been compromised and that I need a rescue or to be picked up. If I’m calling Howard with that code, they know that I can’t call anyone else and they’re my last hope.” “Oh.” Howard came onto the screen, looking worried. Jamie hit the mute button again. “Hey, Howie. I’m in a spot of trouble and no way of talking to the boys.” <<That’s not good, Jamie. Whatcha need?>> “A pick-up. For two.” A bushy eyebrow arched. <<Two?>> “Yup. ‘Lena is with me.” //Please, Howard, put it together.// <<Oh SHIT.>> “My feelings precisely.” <<Sit tight, kid. I can’t come get you, but…where are you?>> “The Windy City.” <<Right. I’ll get someone to get you. Just stay put, alright?>> “Copy that. And thanks, Howie.” Howard snorted. <<Are you kidding me? If I didn’t help you out, that boyfriend of yours would hunt me down and carve me up for fish bait.>> Jamie shrugged in wry agreement. <<Right. Howard, out.>> Jamie relaxed onto her heels, blowing out a breath and feeling bone weary. Considering it was almost eleven at night, this wasn’t surprising. It had been a *long* day. “Right. Let’s sit back and relax. We’ve got a bit of a wait.” + Three hours later the ‘phone beeped. Jamie scrambled off the bed and hit it with unnecessary force. “Yes?” <<Mistress Jamie, are you alright?>> Rashid demanded. His eyes were a little wild. “Rashid!” She relaxed for the first time in hours. So that was who Howard called in! “I’m fine. A little worried about the boys, but fine.” <<I’ve been attempting to reach the others, with no success.>> Jamie winced. “Most of them warned me before they left that they wouldn’t be able to talk to me for a while.” The missions had required radio silence. If there was anything else that could go wrong for Jamie that day, she certainly couldn’t think of what it would be! The only person that he might be able to contact was Trowa, but he was half-way around the world at that moment. “Did you try Trowa?” <<…no, he was the last one I was going to attempt. I wanted to talk to you first. Auda is on his way to pick you up.>> “Right. Do I need to meet him somewhere…?” <<All things considered, that would not be my first choice. I’m going to give you his number. Call him in three hours precisely and tell him where you are. He should be able to get there within a few minutes.>> That timeframe wouldn’t give anyone else enough time to figure out what was going on and assemble a team to come get them instead. “Right. Thanks, Rashid.” <<Just get here safely, Mistress Jamie! Master Wufei will have my head otherwise.>> She nodded in firm acknowledgement as she memorized the number he gave her. “Dragonmanovich, out.” Stifling a yawn, she went over to the alarm clock on the dresser and set the alarm for three hours. As she laid back down on the bed, the morning before came back to her. ~ Jamie let her eyes fall shut as Wufei stroked her bare back. She was half-draped over his body, still warm and sated with a long night of lovemaking. Wufei was usually purring at this point, but there was a line of tension in him that she could feel under her hands. “Wufei—” she whispered “—what is it?” He sighed, resigned. “I just feel uneasy about leaving.” She propped herself up on his chest so she could see his eyes. “The mission?” “No, not that.” He stroked her hair back, letting his fingers tangle in the strands before he rested his hand on her shoulder. “I just don’t like the idea of you being here alone.” “It will only be for two days,” she reminded him gently. “And you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, I know.” The smile didn’t reach his eyes and quickly fell back into a frown. “I don’t doubt you, it’s just…a feeling.” There was nothing she could say to erase the concern, but she tried. “I promise to stay near the house, and to be armed constantly, alright? I just filled up the bike with gas, so if anything does happen I’m ready to go.” He drew her down for a kiss, soft and reassuring. He just wished the feeling would go away, or give him a more concrete reason for being concerned in the first place! It was beginning to gnaw at him. “Good.”~ Jamie snorted. //Next time, love, I’m going to listen to you. Your instincts are apparently much better than mine.// “Miss Jamie?” Relena whispered tentatively. “What.” “How…how did you meet them?” Hm. Now this was interesting. From what Jamie had been told, Relena usually was completely focused on Heero. She hadn’t expected the Pinkness to care about anything else. “I was working as an intern in a hospital when they brought Quatre in. He was in fairly bad shape, and they wanted to keep him alive for questioning. I got him out.” Relena’s eyes flew wide. “…got him out?!” “It wasn’t easy,” Jamie recalled, voice softening in memory. “He’s a heavy little bugger, even if he doesn’t look it.” “Why are you still with them?” “Hm? Oh…well, OZ figured out it was me that helped Quatre escape. Since they can’t always get to a doctor that’s trustworthy, they decided it was easier all around to just keep me. Well, that and the fact that I can cook. Only Trowa and Wufei can really do that. Heero and Quatre are both disasters in a kitchen, and Duo can only manage the basics.” Relena blinked at this. “Heero can’t cook?” Jamie started laughing. “That was my reaction! I mean, he can do everything else so well, and so can Quatre. But they really can’t. I tried to teach Heero how to do a few things, just so he wouldn’t starve but…let me put it this way. I was explaining how to do macaroni and cheese…and he screwed it up three times. To make matters worse, it was the microwavable kind. I mean, how complicated can that be?” Relena’s mind was having a hard time accepting this. She hadn’t thought there was *anything* that Heero couldn’t do! “And Quatre?” “Did you know that it is possible to scorch water? I don’t know how, but that guy managed to do it. The smoke alarms even went off.” She yawned, covering it with one hand. “Sorry, this has been a very long day.” “I know. I just wanted to see Heero this morning and now…” Jamie rather liked the tentative feeling of acceptance between the two of them, and bit down on the sharp retort curdling on her tongue. Relena would have to be straightened out by Heero—she wouldn’t accept it from anyone else. “I’m catching some shut-eye. Be ready to move in three hours.” “Okay.” + Wufei let out a sigh. That nagging feeling that something was wrong was still hovering over the back of his mind, and it was past the point of being irritating. At least his mission had finished a day earlier, due to an idiot sergeant-major with a loud mouth, and he could go back to the safehouse. Once he had Jamie back in his arms where she belonged, he would breathe much easier. As Nataku woke up, he automatically checked for any messages. <One new message.> Frowning, Wufei clicked into it. “Automated message from system Defense: Code Babylon.” Wufei’s blood went ice cold as he read it. The safehouse had been compromised. Somehow, OZ had found the safehouse—and Jamie had been home alone. His eyes flew to the top of the screen, seeing when it had been sent. 0800 hours. He looked at his watch—it was 1500 hours of the next day! It had been over seventeen hours since the house was invaded…and there was no message from Jamie. “Get a grip, Chang,” he ordered himself harshly. A slight tremor was dancing over his body and his breathing was too rapid. “Get a grip. She hit the button, which means she knew they were coming. She got out.” And then what? Once she was out of the house, did she win free of them completely? Why wasn’t there a message from her? “She knew I’d be in communication blackout. Of course she wouldn’t comm me. She’s a soldier, and a competent one. She’d know who to contact.” Duo and Heero were on a mission that also required communication blackout…Quatre too, now that he thought of it. They’d be that way for another few hours at least. But Trowa wouldn’t be. He should be with her now. Wufei hit the comm code in and prayed until Trowa answered. <<Chang?>> “Do you have Jamie?” Trowa’s eyes narrowed, his whole body going tense. <<No.>> “Dammit!” <<Chang, what the hell is going on?>> “Check your messages,” Wufei snarled. <<I can’t. Heavyarms was hit with a magnetic field—everything was wiped clean. I only just now got him up and running again.>> Wufei forced himself to calm down. “There was a message from Yuy’s Defense system. The safehouse was compromised.” Trowa started cursing steadily. <<No word from Jamie?>> “No. And that was seventeen hours ago.” <<FUCK!>> Trowa’s fingers flew over his keyboard. <<I’ll contact Howard. He might know something.>> “I’ll take the Maguanacs, then. At the very least, they can help us look. Chang, out.” In seconds he had the comm going again even as he set a course for the United States. Jamie couldn’t be far from that continent, not with only the bike as her means of travel. ‘Unless, of course, OZ has her…’ an insidious little voice murmured in the back of his mind. He squashed it ruthlessly. Rashid answered instantly. <<Master Wufei! I’m so glad to finally reach someone!>> “Rashid, you’d better have Jamie and she’d better be alright,” Wufei growled. <<She’s on her way here now,>> Rashid confirmed. <<Auda is picking her up. She’s fine, only worried about *you* worrying about her!>> Wufei relaxed slightly. “Acknowledged. Where are you?” As Rashid rattled of the coordinates, Wufei typed them in and readjusted his course. //When I get my hands on her, I’ll beat her black and blue for scaring me like this!// “On my way. Call Barton and tell him.” <<Of course. I’ll leave messages with the other three as well.>> It was very hard for him to remain a civil tone. “Don’t bother, I’ll do it.” And have a very long talk with them about leaving Jamie alone like that again, he didn’t care how important the mission was. + Duo let out a groan, arching his back so that he could twist out of his pants. There was barely any light at all from the lamp, dinky as it was. But it gave enough to show Heero bending over him on the bed, and highlighted the eager hunger in those dark blue eyes. Even after a month of them being together, he was instantly hungry now at seeing that firm body stretched out over him. “You’re a damn impressive sight when you’re naked, Heero!” Heero stroked his hand up again over Duo’s length even as he fumbled the lube open with one hand. He couldn’t seem to stop touching Duo long enough to use both hands just for the tube although it hardly mattered. After all, he was dexterous enough to do both at the same time, right? “I still can’t believe—” he panted as the cap came off “—that you scheduled in an extra day into the mission just for this.” Grinning up at him, Duo spread his legs and tugged Heero’s gelled hand down. “I wanted you alone, and somewhere that I can finally make you scream.” Heero snorted. “Baka. You didn’t have to add onto the mission for that.” Duo’s eyes slid shut in bliss as one finger penetrated, smoothing the lube inside him and stroking against his sweet spot so that the world turned a little fuzzy around the edges. “You let me—damn, that feels good!” Heero leaned over to nip at his neck, growing harder just by the scent of Duo’s hair. “Maybe I wanted you alone, too.” Duo’s hands latched onto the narrow hips, using it as an anchor as he thrust his own hips up. Heero was so grateful that Duo didn’t want a full prep he could have wept. They had been teasing each other steadily on the flight to the safehouse, and he’d been hard for nearly an hour before they could land and stumble into the room. Placing his hands on the lithe thighs, he spread Duo’s legs even further apart as he pressed inside. Duo wrapped both arms around Heero’s shoulders as he pressed into him, licking dried lips, lungs pumping like bellows. Neither of them could do more than gulp for air as they slid against each other. The friction of skin against skin was too much of a turn on, an aphrodisiac with no cure. Heero drew back, snapping his hips back in. Duo’s breath stuttered on his lips, eyes flashing open wide for a split second before closing again in bliss and Heero knew that he had grazed his prostrate. He rested his head against Duo’s collarbone as he pistoned into the willing body of his lover, changing the angle of his penetration until Duo was nearly begging for him to go faster, harder, to stay in one *place* and give them both the release that they wanted! Heero was of the same mind. He’d teased Duo as much as his control would allow. He needed release, and his body wasn’t willing to let him wait for it any longer. Growling, he lifted Duo up by the small of his back and thrust in hard, hitting his sweet spot with unerring accuracy. Duo spasmed in his hands—breath, voice, reason, all of it splattering with his seed against Heero’s stomach. Heero felt his lover’s hot cum hit his abdomen, the muscles flinching at the sensation. He didn’t need any other stimulus—biting down on Duo’s collarbone he groaned as his climax ripped through him and filled Duo’s body. Aftershocks were still dancing along Heero’s skin when he realized that his laptop was beeping. Odd. They were supposed to be in communication blackout right now, it was only habit that had prompted Heero to turn on his laptop at all. “Heero, if you answer that thing I’m going to whack you over the head with it.” “I just want to see who’s trying to call us,” Heero reassured him. Leaning over Duo’s prone body—which smelt fantastic, his body noted with noticeable approval—he looked at the screen. “It’s Chang,” he noted with a frown. Duo debated with himself about ignoring it anyways, but if Wufei was calling, it was probably very important. “Okay fine, answer it.” Heero checked to make sure they both had a sheet covering their laps first, then he hit the acceptance key. “Chang?” <<Yuy, of all people I would expect you to check your messages!>> Heero frowned. “We just finished.” Duo snickered at the unintended pun. <<The safehouse has been compromised,>> Wufei snarled. Duo stopped snickering. “Jamie? Did she get out alright? Where is she?” <<On her way to Rashid. But it took SEVENTEEN hours before she was able to get picked up.>> Heero’s frown became a full Death Glare. “What?!” <<Something went wrong, Yuy. I don’t know what, but she was left to fend for herself when she shouldn’t have had to worry about it. This will NOT happen again!>> “Damn straight it won’t!” Duo agreed fiercely. “Is Rashid still at that base?” <<Yes.>> “We’ll meet you there. She *is* alright, isn’t she?” <<Rashid confirmed that. Barton is on his way as well.>> Heero had a bad feeling about this. It had to take something serious to put Jamie into a situation where she couldn’t contact them directly. He didn’t like it. “Yuy, out.” The two lovers exchanged worried glances as they dove back into their clothes. This wasn’t what they had planned, and they didn’t like it. Not one tiny bit.
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