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"In Plain Sight"(or “The Hardest Job Fate and Destiny Were Ever Handed”)Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I own Gundam Wing, pigs can fly,
people can breathe underwater, and it’s perfectly safe to blow-dry
your hair while in the shower. Pairings: 1x4, existing 2x3 Rating: R. Spoilers: Nope Warnings: AU, romance, yaoi, lemon, some language,
Heero panicking Author’s Insane Ramblings on no particular
topic: "In Plain Sight" (or “The Hardest Job Fate and Destiny Were Ever Handed”) Chapter Seven: Cause and Effect II Let the world stop turning, According to routine, Heero stopped by Aunt Sana’s house in order to pick up some clothes before going to Quatre’s. It was going to be a fun night. Quatre had quite the prank planned out to deliver on Duo’s head. Heero was just itching to put it into motion. He walked into the house—and froze. “Heero.” Raiha Yuy stood there impatiently, fingers tapping along her arm. “You have fifteen minutes to get packed. Jonathon called today, and expects to talk to you in roughly six hours. I don’t have time to waste on you getting your things together.” No…gods, no. Please don’t it end like this. Raiha clapped her hands impatiently. “Didn’t you hear me? Get moving.” “…no.” Heero backed up a pace. “I don’t want to go. I’ll call Warren. I’ll explain—” “Like the man is going to listen to you. He wants you at our house. Now get packing.” Heero felt his world falling apart around his ears. He had no choice…he never had a choice. Numbly he nodded and went down the hall. It took five minutes to pack up. He’d never really unpacked to begin with. It was a lifetime habit to just leave things in his bags. There was one thing, though, that he had to do. Picking up the phone on his nightstand, he dialed Quatre’s cellphone with shaking fingers. On the second ring it picked up. <<Hello?>> Heero swallowed past a dry mouth. “Quatre?” <<…Heero. Is something wrong?>> “Yes,” Heero whispered. “I’m…my mother is here. I have to move back.” <<WHAT?! Hell no!>> “Quatre, I don’t have a choice. I…Warren expects to talk to me in six hours, and it’s a five hour drive from here in good traffic. I don’t have time to explain, I just…” Heero fought back tears, biting his lower lip and struggling to control his breathing. <<Heero, calm down. I know you said your biological father wanted you at your mother’s house, but surely he knows that you’re unwanted there. Let’s talk to him, explain the situation. He’d let you stay where you were if he knew the full truth.>> “No. He doesn’t really…concern himself that much.” “HEERO!” Raiha called impatiently from the living room. “What’s taking so long? Let’s go!” Heero gave the door a panicked look. “Quatre, I don’t have any time. She’s going to drag me away in a minute. I just had to say…” A deep breath, and he forced the words past a constricting throat. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry to do this to you. I love you. Sayonara.” Quatre’s breath caught audibly. <<Heero—>> Raiha came into the room, snatching the phone from Heero and hanging it up. “I told you we don’t have time. Let’s go!” Heero caught up his duffle bag, dully wiping tears from his eyes. Maybe it was best that he hadn’t heard his boyf—Quatre’s response. + Fate was whimpering, head held in his hands. “Noooooo. After all that work!” Destiny didn’t reply, as he was banging his head against a wall. + “Heero—don’t hang up!” Quatre stared at the phone in his hand, nearly shaking. “No…dammit, I’m not letting you go like this,” he whispered harshly. “You can’t leave me like this.” “Q?” Duo came closer as he saw just how stricken his friend was. He took the phone out of Quatre’s hand—he was shaking so badly, Duo was afraid he’d drop it. “What’s wrong? What’s up with Heero?” “They’re taking him back,” Quatre told him flatly. His eyes were blazing in anger. “They’re trying to take him back, but I’m not going to let them.” Duo was very careful to keep his face and voice neutral. He’d never seen Quatre this angry before. “Who?” “His thrice-cursed family, that’s who!” Quatre spun, staring around his room blindly. “But I’m not letting them get by with this. They’re not going to break his heart by separating us.” He said he loved me…and he said good bye. “Trowa, get on the internet and get me a map on how to get to Heero’s house. It’s in San Francisco.” Trowa arched an eyebrow. “You can’t give me more information than that?” Quatre nearly snapped at him, but bit it back before he could explode at one of his oldest friends. “You should be able to find his address on stalker net.” Trowa nodded. “Done.” “Duo, come with me. I need your mouth for this.” Quatre nearly dragged him outside, forcing Duo to take two steps for one of the blond’s. They hopped into Quatre’s sporty little Miata and took off in a squeal of tires. Duo hung on for dear life. “Where are we going?” “The hospital.” Duo felt immensely sorry for anybody they met there. “Why?” “I need to talk to my sister.” Duo decided that he needed to leave that topic alone for a bit. If he just kept his mouth shut and his ears open, he was bound to get the full story on this eventually. “I take it you want to go get Heero back?” Quatre didn’t even bother with a verbal response, just a short nod. “Ah. Well, speaking for myself, I want to go get him too. Trowa probably will as well. And since we all drive coupes, we probably need to steal Wufei’s Tahoe.” Quatre’s mind was slowly sliding from hot anger to a cold burn. It was logical enough at this point to see the sense in Duo’s words. “Call him.” “Right.” Duo pulled out his cell phone and called up Wufei. “Hey, ‘Fei? We got trouble. No it’s not my fault! Geez. No, Heero’s in trouble. I’m not sure on the details, Q’s the only one that knows and right now he’s too pissed to really give me much info. All I know is we need your Tahoe to go to San Francisco tonight. Uh-uh. Great man. Go ahead and gas up, we’ll meet you at the hospital okay? Don’t ask me, man, right now I know better than to talk to His Blondness. Yeah…yeah…totally. Later.” Duo hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. “Wuffers is meeting us at the hospital. He’s going to gas up first.” “Good,” Quatre bit off. Duo decided it would be wiser to call up his boyfriend and update him on the change in plans than talk to Pissed Off and Blond. + Trowa, Wufei and Duo might have been confused on what was really going on when they started the trip, but that wasn’t true by the end of it. They had five hours to hear Quatre explain the situation, rant about how he was going to pay Heero’s stupid parents back for taking him away, and then the murderous silence afterwards. It was a definite relief to get out of the vehicle. Trowa’s directions were perfect and led them straight to Heero’s house. It was in a very well to do neighborhood, filled with beautiful brick homes and manicured lawns. Quatre couldn’t have cared less. He was out of the vehicle almost before it stopped moving and at the front door. He leaned a little too hard on the doorbell, hands clenching and unclenching as he waited for the door to open. A petite Japanese woman of middle years opened it, expression closed. Quatre nodded to her coolly. “Raiha Yuy?” “Yes?” she returned warily. “I’m Quatre Raberba Winner. May I come inside?” Raiha didn’t know what this was about, but she knew the name Winner. Everyone in the corporate world knew that name. “Come in.” Quatre went inside with Wufei, Trowa and Duo close on his heels. He absently noted that the inside of the house was meticulously kept and just as classically done as the outside. A Japanese man was sitting in the living room, several folders and stacks of paperwork around him. He slowly stood as the boys entered, studying them with open confusion. Akito and Raiha Yuy—good, both of his enemies were accounted for. “I’m sure you have no idea who I am or why I am here. I’ll get straight to the point. You took someone that doesn’t belong to you. I’ve come to take him back.” Akito frowned. “You’ve lost me.” “Heero,” Quatre clarified shortly. “He’s mine, and I want him back.” + Fate and Destiny were in the window, pom poms in hand and cheering Quatre on. “Gimme a Q!” Fate cried. “Q!” Destiny supplied. “Gimme a U!” “U!” “A! T! R! E! GOOOOOOO Quatre~!” Destiny stared at his partner with a crooked smile. “Cheerleader, you are not.” “That’s okay, he’s doing a superb job anyway.” +
“Correct.” A muscle jumped in Quatre’s jaw. “And I am seriously displeased with you for the callous way you’ve handled this.” “Heero has to be here,” Raiha bit off. She looked like she was chewing glass at the admission. “Heero has every right to be in a place where he is loved and wanted. That obviously isn’t here. Are you going to continue arguing this or will you just return him to me?” There was a sharp inhalation from the stairs. Quatre’s head snapped around at the sound. Heero stood on the bottom stair, eyes as big as saucers. So soft as to be almost soundless he whispered “Quatre…” Quatre went to him, stopping just shy of touch and looking up with gentle eyes. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?” Heero threw himself into his boyfriend, holding onto him with all the strength he had. Quatre staggered a little under the impact, but returned the hold just as fiercely. “You can’t say you love me and just hang up on me,” he growled. Heero jerked a little on a silent laugh, fighting back tears. “What, you drove five hours just because I hung up on you?” “I really hate people hanging up on me.” They pulled back an inch, just enough to see each other’s face. Quatre stroked back hair from Heero’s eyes. His mouth tightened when he saw traces of tears. Trowa came a little closer to grab their attention. “Hey Heero, did you unpack?” Heero blinked, only now registering that it wasn’t just Quatre. Everyone had come to get him. He swallowed past his constricting throat twice before he could force out an answer. “No.” “Good. Which room was yours?” “…second on the left.” Trowa nodded, as if this whole situation was perfectly normal. “Duo, wanna give me a hand?” “What do you think you’re doing?” Akito demanded. Trowa stared at him dispassionately. “I’ve known Quatre since he was in diapers, and I’ve never seen him lose an argument. Heero is coming home with us. Any protests you offer is just delaying the inevitable.” “While Quatre is arguing with you, we might as well make good use of our time,” Duo finished. As the three went up the stairs, Quatre turned to face the adults again, a wolfish smile on his face. “Now, let me sum this up in tidy little terms that even you heartless bastards can understand. I’m not leaving the person I love in your hands for another minute. You’ve never wanted him here, and he’s five months from being eighteen—I can’t really understand why you’re protesting this. However, if you do want to battle over him, I can promise you that my lawyer will be much better than yours. I am a Winner, Mr. and Mrs. Yuy, and I will use all the power at my disposal in order to keep what is mine.” + Five minutes later, Heero and Quatre were cuddled up together on the very back bench of Wufei’s Expedition. Heero nuzzled into thick blond hair, breathing in Quatre’s scent and letting it linger in his lungs. Five hours ago, he had never expected to see his boyfriend again. He was nearly giddy in relief that his grim prediction of the future hadn’t come true. “Quatre?” “Hm?” “Remind me not to get you pissed at me.” Quatre twisted and pressed a smiling kiss against Heero’s mouth. “It’d take a lot to get me that mad. The only way you can manage it is by saying ‘sayonara’ to me, and then hanging up before I can get a word in edgewise.” “Actually, she hung up the phone.” Quatre considered that. “Hm. Okay, I’m not as mad at you. But no more ‘sayonaras’ okay?” “Okay,” Heero agreed softly. He cradled Quatre’s cheek in his hand and leaned down, kissing him gently. Quatre kissed him back, twisting a little more so he could press them together more firmly. Wufei caught a glimpse of this in his rear view mirror and scowled. “Yuy! Winner! If you two are doing anything besides kissing in my back seat you’re walking home!” “Aw Wuffers, leave them alone. They’ve had a rough night.” “That doesn’t mean I want my leather seats stained.” “Don’t worry,” Trowa assured him dryly. “Leather actually cleans up pretty well.” “…” ~*~*~*~ Footnote: Stalker Net: this is a well used website on
certain college campuses out here. *grin* Of course, I found a way
of fooling the site so no one could follow me around, but…yeah.
Caitilin had no idea what it was, so maybe it’s a USA thing?
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