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"Harvest"Written By: Miss Murdered Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters - am just borrowing to torment for my amusement Rating: NC 17 Warnings: m/m sexual relationship, mission fic,
sex, violence, some mild gore… Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Duo agrees to join Heero
on a Preventer mission even though he's walked away from a life fighting
the good fight. However, what is meant to be a simple mission is anything
but when they end up ensnared in the trap of an illegal organ trafficking
organisation. "Harvest "
Chapter Two - The Awakening It felt like drowning. It felt like his lungs were on fire and his throat was dry and that he was submerged, unable to break the surface. It felt different to dying - as he'd told Trowa when he was young and invincible -dying hurt like hell but this was different. This felt like a constant burning pain. It wasn't like self-destruction. Heero felt it all as he began to wake from his cryo-induced slumber. He knew the procedure for waking from cryo and it was not what he was currently doing. He should've gone through a slow process where he was monitored by a team of medical professionals, his vitals observed for any change and his body given the opportunity to slowly come round from the freezing process. This was the opposite of it. And while Heero had known this was going to happen and had prepared for it, he was not prepared for the intensity of the feelings and the tingling fire that seemed to shoot through all of his nerves. When he had taken the case, Heero had become very aware of the reason he had been chosen for it. Heero didn't exactly work for the Preventer organisation as that was the compromise he came to with Commander Une herself. He didn't want to be beholden to the organisation yet he also wanted some involvement in the post-war rebuilding and protecting the freedom he'd given his childhood and teens years to. He couldn't commit like Wufei had done to the organisation - couldn't do the whole office and uniform and small apartment next to the headquarters. And neither could he be Duo - laconically walking away and not caring, giving a small salute and saying he was done. He was aware that Preventer weren't entirely comfortable with the young Gundam pilots being free after the war and Heero especially. It was well-known that he wasn't "normal" - indeed, Heero knew that from the stares he received and the comments muttered under his breath. He was the one who blew up and survived. He was the one who should've been dead. Heero knew that Preventer was full of former OZ soldiers and some of them had probably seen his unnatural ability to survive first hand. It marked him out and so it was unsurprising that Preventer wanted to keep tabs on him. So he agreed a middle ground. He would consult - he would be a part of Preventer yet not. During his time working, he would abide by their rules and the laws of the Earth Sphere and during his "free" time he was to be left to his own devices. So far the agreement had worked and Heero was quite happy to be used when necessary. Though maybe not this time. As this time he was being used due to his almost superhuman healing ability. When Wufei had contacted him on the old Wing ZERO comm channel, Heero had agreed to the meeting and appeared in a bar in Beijing a few days after the first message. There he discovered what Wufei wanted him for. In the noisy bar, Wufei had pushed over the information and spoke in hushed tones. Heero had found out all about the illegal actions of an organisation that bought and sold organs and body parts and as the meeting had drawn to a close, Heero had understood his part in it. He would have to be the "product" as he was one of the only people who could come round from cryo quickly without suffering organ failure or worse. Or that was the hypothesis. From there Heero knew what he had to. He found someone willing to do the cryo procedure for a large transfer of his stolen war funds and then Heero had approached Duo to be his ride. Duo was as Duo always was to Heero - open, honest and continually annoyed at Heero. It was reassuring to be around Duo and it always was for Heero. There was something that made him sleep peacefully when he was around him - something that made Heero stop thinking about fire and blood and for that he always enjoyed his visits. Even when it involved persuading Duo to do something that was potentially life-threatening. Even when it did involve lying to him and telling him that he would be fine after cryo. Even when Heero woke up and looked down at him, watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept and Heero wondered whether he was stupid for involving Duo in something he clearly had chosen not to be a part of. He did think about that often in the run up to the mission. And maybe he did think about it when he was in cryo-sleep. As Heero had expected his time in cryo to be blackness, darkness, a void but instead it had seemed like whiteness. A sort of in between state that almost felt like the lightest sleep. A sleep which he was waiting to wake up from in any minute and he did - waking up and feeling the pain in all his body. Heero's eyes were slow to open but when they did he was in a bright room, the top of his cryo tube only partially up to allow him to push it but not open all the way to be too obvious. He tried to move his fingers and he felt shooting pains but he had to ignore them as he needed to move out of the chamber as soon as possible. Grunting, his body aching and every nerve on fire, Heero lifted his hands to push at the top and he managed to open it. He winced at the full glare of the lights but ignored the discomfort as he tried to get his legs to respond as he needed to move - now. His body was slow and Heero gritted his teeth as he moved his hands to his thighs. Even though Heero had been selected for this mission due to his bodies abilities, Heero had a sinking feeling that perhaps he was no longer as "perfect" as he used to be. It had been years since his time in Dr. J's labs and it had been years since the cocktail of chemicals had been injected or ingested into his body. Since he'd got further and further away from that dark period, Heero had begun to notice the subtle changes in his body. He bruised. Bleeding took longer to stop. And he had been in agonising pain last time he'd been shot rather than the small inconvenience it had used to be. He was no longer superhuman. And right now, Heero had never felt so weak and so far from his war-time self. Yet despite the weakness in his body, Heero was not laying down and waiting to be discovered, instead, he was determined to leave the coffin like tube he'd been encased in and determined to do his part of the mission. He wanted to be away from this damn ship as soon as he possibly could and so he heaved using his arms and lifted his stiff legs from the chamber. On getting himself from the lying position and up, Heero threw himself onto the cold floor of the ship, his body slamming hard down on the metal. It was an inelegant move - a move that war-time Heero Yuy would've found amusing and inefficient but Heero was now out of the cryo chamber and able to move. At least a little. He took a few ragged breaths and moved so that he could sit and lean back against the cool metal of the chamber. He felt sick - a nausea that made his stomach roll but he ignored it as best as he could as he tried to gain his senses. Heero looked down at his legs and wriggled his toes, the pain was still present but it was beginning to subside and his legs were becoming useable. He growled, annoyed at the time this was all taking, and then made the decision to try to stand. Standing was hard and Heero fell to the floor. He slammed his hand on the metal panelling underneath him in frustration but gave it another shot. He used the side of the cryo tube and got to his feet, leaning against it to gain some balance. He took a few deep breaths and then closed the top of the chamber, his hands shaking but at least doing what his brain commanded. Heero stayed still as he let his body catch, his brain remembering the details of the plan and he figured out what he was to do next. He needed to get to a computer terminal. That was what he needed to do. And Heero pushed away from the cyro chamber and took a step, his legs shaking but working and so he kept going, his bare feet feeling the harsh metal underfoot. His moments of stasis allowed Heero to calculate his directions and figure out his location. He had memorised the layout of the ship and he was very aware now that he'd been left in one of the medical supply closets. It meant that when he pushed through the door in front of him, Heero would be in the medical bay and there would be an easily accessible computer terminal. He also figured there would be some doctors or nurses but they would be overpowered without any problem. Heero was not killing anyone today but he would knock out who he needed to. Steadying himself, Heero leant against the door, his forehead against the metal of the door. He still felt sick, his legs still felt weak and there were shooting pains travelling down his arms. He was not on fighting form and he cursed Preventer and Wufei for sending him on this stupid mission. But then he had agreed so he was somewhat to blame even if he didn't want to admit that. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Heero focused on what he needed to do and readied himself for the next part of the plan. With a push, he checked the door and he was surprised to find that it opened straight away. He'd thought on checking the handle it would be locked and he would have to find some tool to open it. Instead he was shocked that it opened and he stepped through into a large medical bay, the sound of the beeps of machines echoing around the space. Heero had expected what he was going to see on this mission. He expected the grimness, the awfulness of what the organisation did. He knew they kept people alive and sedated so that they could be harvested as needed but he didn't expect what it would be like to actually see it in practice. As Heero was stood in a room full of people laid on beds, each of them hooked up to numerous machines and each clearly having been harvested somehow. Heero walked forward unsteadily to see a man with one arm missing and an eye covered by a patch. He looked fit and healthy and Heero walked close enough to see the sign of stitches on his chest - the indication that he had gone through more medical procedures than that was obvious. He couldn't imagine what they felt, these people locked in their bodies, trapped and confined but Heero had briefly felt something akin to it in the cryo chamber. But this was worse. There was no escape... no freedom to be had. His senses were dulled from cryo, his body still suffering sickness from his awakening and Heero felt like he was in some waking dream. As he had to be in a dream. He had to be as he saw something he shouldn't damn well see. Stepping closer, Heero's heart began to hammer in his chest as there on the bed at the opposite end of the line of cots was Duo. It was clearly Duo - he could see the hair falling to the floor, the braid dropping off the bed and as he got closer he could see bruises on his face, a bloody lip, a cut above his eye. "Fuck," he whispered, his voice hoarse and his lips dry. As this wasn't meant to be happen - this wasn't the damn plan. Heero was about to re-calculate, about to re-think everything and figure out how they'd get out when he felt a sharp pin prick in his neck - the pain odd compared to everything else he felt. His body was weak, his mind hazy and it took him a moment to figure out what had happened. A moment which he didn't have as Heero realised that someone was behind him and that someone had drugged him. He lashed out, his elbow connecting into a windpipe, his foot into a shin but it was all too late as while the doctor had crumpled to the floor, it didn't matter when something had been injected into him. Swaying, Heero felt hazy and he knew if he was fully fit he would be able to fight off the sedative but as he was he couldn't. Instead all he was able to do was fall to the floor, his body heavy and leaden and sickness overwhelming him. As he lay on the cool of the floor, he saw legs in his line of vision and was aware reinforcements had arrived. Yet he also saw Duo's braid and despite the fact they'd both been incapacitated and captured, he felt oddly soothed as at least they were in it together. And together they would find a way out. |
