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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: ntrospective, Split Personalities Pairings: Treize/Une (possibly one-sided) Summary: Une recovers after being shot by Tubarov
and finds herself reborn. "Stalemate " The light hurt her eyes. That was the first thing that reached her sluggishly burgeoning awareness. She blinked and turned her head away from the window, cursing the stabbing sensation that seemed to reach all the way to the back of her head. Her hand felt cold as ice and she lifted it with an alarming amount of effort, peering through the slits of her crusted eyelids. A catheter was embedded into the layers of skin on the back of her hand and held firmly with medical tape. Cognizance swept across her disoriented mind like a fierce gust of wind and she bolted upright, gasping when her torso screamed in protest. She clenched her teeth and leaned back against the pillows, panting until the pain subsided a little. She fumbled a shaky hand across her body, feeling for the large padding of taped gauze beneath her hospital gown. Tubarov. That son of a jackal had shot her. That Romefeller sleazeball had had the actual nerve to shoot her! Who did that little weasel think he was? She'd only done what Treize would have wanted. Treize. Had he been there to see her? How long had she been out? She fumbled with clumsy hands for the nurse's button in a desperate need for answers. "Nurse!" She coughed, her voice was hoarse, scratchy from disuse. "Nurse!" A stodgy woman in a pristine white nurse's uniform waddled in with a giant smile on her face. Une narrowed her eyes. No one had the right to be so perky when she was feeling like shit run over twice. "Welcome back to the land of the livin', Milady! It's good to see you're up and ready to face the world again!" She had a strong Dublin accent that made Une absurdly think of leprechauns. "I'm not so sure about that yet," she grumbled. "Oh, now don't be such a grumpy little chipmunk." Une did a double take at that. Chipmunk? "It's quare warm today. If you're feelin' up to it, we'll take ya down to the courtyard for some fresh air." Une shot her a half-hearted glare. "Are you always this obnoxious?" The woman was unruffled and offered her a sunny grin. "It's me job to lift the spirits of me patients." Une brushed her bangs off her face, grudgingly acknowledging it worked. A little. "You're doing a bang up job." She hesitated, smoothing out the sheet across her lap. "Has Mr. Khushrenada come to see me?" The nurse paused, her expression one of contemplation. "Mmm…I do not believe so, Milady unless he came when I wasn't on me shift. But, I'm sure one of the other nurses would have told me if such a handsome gentleman had paid us a visit." She nodded and looked away. It wasn't surprising, but she couldn't avoid the disappointment that settled like lead in her chest. It was just as well. She didn't want him to see her like that. She'd been weak, ill. Not something she wanted the love of her life to see. The last time she'd spoken to him, he'd expressed concern over what he called her "double life". It wasn't something she was willing to address and she'd feigned ignorance in the face of her own worry over her increasingly disturbing split personality. She was reluctant to admit it, but he'd been right. Her persona as Colonel Une had become somewhat of a loose cannon. She was beginning to jeopardize Treize's goals with her callous and ultimately vicious actions, often not even thinking of the consequences before she implemented them. "I'll be bringin' yure lunch in shortly and you're not due for pain meds for another hour. You seem to be doin' just fine, Milady. Is there anythin' else I can do for you until then?" "No. Thank you. I'll be fine." "Alright then. Rest up and I'll be back soon to check up on ya and see if we can get you outside to enjoy some of that sunshine." Une nodded absently and the nurse waddled out of the room with a squeak of her tennis shoes. She wasn't sure why, wasn't sure if it was the pain medication, or the coma, or the near-death experience, but she felt a clarity within her mind that she hadn't felt for a long time. There was a peace there after war had been raging within her and while it was confusing, it was also elating. Perhaps her two personalities had negotiated while she'd been asleep. Come to some sort of compromise. She knew they were both still there. Her wish for peace and diplomacy just as strong as ever while the Colonel wanted Tubarov's blood and vowed to get it by any means necessary. But perhaps the two opposing sides had shaken hands and agreed to a stalemate. Or maybe even a treaty. She only hoped whatever it was would last. Despite the hole blown into her body, she felt healthier than she had in a long time. She leaned back and gazed out the window, a small smile tugging at her lips. If she could make peace with herself, then there was hope for Earth and the colonies.
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