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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 Four - The Hopeful
There was the sound of metal clicking together nearby and Heero felt his body jerk at the familiar sound close to his ear. It was a noise that still haunted his dreams and for a moment, he thought he was a teenager once again and Dr. J was beside him, analysing him, pumping him with some unknown drug. He remembered the feel of the cool metal table underneath and Heero felt himself shiver due to the clarity of the memory. Yet it couldn't be a memory. As if it was a memory, Heero would be in a bed not feeling something chilly and metallic under his skin. It felt too realfor a dream or a memory and Heero realised swiftly it was neither. As he remembered the events leading up to his current position and his stomach reeled with sudden nausea as he began to feel what had been done to him since the blackness. The first thing Heero did was remain calm - he was conscious which was not something that the men who had him captured wanted. The people running this vile organisation wanted their "products" in one place, sedated and compliant and Heero gaining consciousness was not something they would desire. So instead of making it obvious he was awake, Heero ensured his breathing and heart rate were at a resting rate and he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he listened and tried to ascertain some key pieces of information. The situation came with a sense of déjà vu, an unsettling sense of it and Heero tried to ignore that superstitious notion that had suddenly overcome him. As it did seem so much like that day Duo Maxwell had waltzed into his life with a cocky smile and a couple of bullets. That day where Heero had been captured and strapped to a table, that day where Duo had appeared on the vid screen with a cocky smile and that stupid damn baseball cap. That day where Duo had "rescued" him and Heero had tried to plummet to his death. The memories assaulted him but Heero couldn't get caught up in them. He couldn't allow himself to think on that fateful meeting and what it meant. Couldn't think of how it had led to teenage desires in the dorm room of that stupid school and how it had led to years of the connection between them. The years of hurried kisses, the years of Duo's pale scarred skin under his fingertips and the years of Heero trying to keep a distance from his feelings... The bleeping of his heart monitor had increased and Heero tried not to grow angry at himself for letting his body react to the sharp memories of years gone by. He heard footsteps close by and Heero calmed his body, returned his heart rate to a resting one and he felt someone touch at his pulse. The touch was cold and clammy and Heero wanted to shrink away from those fingers but he did nothing. He pretended to remain unconscious and it worked as a few moments later, the doctor or nurse walked back across the room and Heero was again left to figure out his situation. Once he'd heard the echoed footsteps, Heero dared to open his eyes but at first that seemed hard. They felt gummy, sticky and Heero wanted to reach up and wipe them but he couldn't as he could feel the drip in his arm and he didn't want to disturb anything or draw any attention again. Slowly, he was able to open his eyes but it seemed it didn't help. The view he had was only of grey with splotches and Heero could sense his sight was going to be of little use when all he could see was the metallic ceiling. Closing his eyes, Heero tried to make an assessment of his body. He had no major pains nor aches in his limbs so he guessed it had not been too long since he'd been unconscious and it was unlikely that he had endured any procedures. He couldn't be sure but he had to remain somewhat hopeful. As his next mission was to get out alive along with Duo. He thought briefly about how in the past he wouldn't have cared about Duo. How he would have tried to remain focused on the mission but now it was different. He didn't care about the actual job, about the intel he was meant to get Preventer instead all he cared for was getting them both out. That was the most important part of this damn train wreck of a situation. Heero knew he was against the clock but he was very aware that he had to remain still until he could figure out a few key pieces of information. He needed to know the security and the amount of people he would come across in his escape attempt. He knew he was weak, weakened by both cryo and drugs so he couldn't plan on taking down too many men. But more importantly, he needed to know where Duo was. As Heero listened, a few things became apparent. He was sure that they were not in the "main" room of the ship with all the other bodies. This was a good thing as that meant they had been isolated from the rest of the people and that gave them somewhat of an advantage. This advantage soon became more obvious as Heero listened to the medical equipment in the room. Heero could hear his own, the small whirls and mechanics of whatever was keeping him alive and pumped full of drugs, but he also registered there was at least one other set of machines. It could only mean that Duo was with him. Listening closely, Heero guessed that whoever had checked him was across the other side of the room and he lifted his head a small amount and opened his gummy eyes. The blotches and blurring of his eyes were not helpful but from what Heero could tell there were in what would've been a prison cell. It was true he was not alone and he tried not to let his body betray the brief moment of hope he had on seeing that Duo was with him along with a few other beds. Without attracting any attention, Heero let his head rest where it had been previously and concentrated on making sure his vitals did not give him away. He was rarely thankful for Dr. J and his years of tinkering and messing with his body but right now, Heero was glad of the control he had been taught over his body and he was glad he had been able to use it again. He soon became attuned to the sound of the room and Heero began to think about plans of getting them out. The ship was a standard Alliance cruiser, a X112 type and therefore Heero dug up the memories of its layout as he lay on the cool gurney. They needed to be able to get to Duo's ship, they needed to be able to get to it undetected and the more he thought about it, the more Heero came to realise the situation was impossible. They were unarmed and pumped full of drugs. The amount of people aboard the ship was difficult to assess and it didn't matter as all they needed to know was that they were out-gunned. Heero had done enough suicidal missions during the war and somehow he wasn't as keen to dive back into a situation where he might lose his life. It was different now. Heero knew he hadn't created a perfect life. He knew people worried for him and the Preventers kept tabs on him and he had to spend most of his life looking over his shoulder but yet it was normal. He had begun to function in society, he had begun to start to feel like an nobody and that was the most reassuring thing in the world. He was no longer special, no longer perfect and Heero relished in the mundanity. Maybe he missed Duo - maybe he hated that Duo opted to piss around his life rather than spend more time with him yet Heero still saw him. Even if it was only Preventer missions that brought them together. Damn stupid Preventer missions. His breathing level, his body in a state of stasis, Heero waited and listened. It took time, more time than he wanted but the door to the room opened with a "whoosh" and Heero made sure his body did not give away his consciousness as he listened to footsteps approach where he lay. He hated the pretence, the pretending. All Heero wanted to do was act. Yet he wasn't stupid and he knew acting too soon and too hastily could result in both of their deaths and he would not risk that just for some impatience. He'd learnt patience with Dr. J. and learnt it before then with Odin. And he would utilise it now as he felt someone lean over him, a face close enough to Heero's own that he almost felt the breath on his skin. He hated it. It was brief enough. As the man stood up straight and spoke. "Why are these ones special?" Heero listened closely as the other person in the room answered the query. "They've been marked as having potential. Gonna take 'em to L3. See if anyone wants 'em whole." A chuckle was the answer and Heero tried not to give away any indication he was awake and listening. They were "whole". That was a relief. But why had they been selected to be "whole"? Heero didn't care for their reasons as being whole meant that neither he nor Duo had lost any body parts and that was more than he'd hoped for. And they were being taken to L3. That meant there would be an opportunity where they would be moved somehow and that could give Heero a small window to make an escape attempt. Plus being on a colony may allow them opportunity to contact Preventer somehow. "You'd think they'd be the lucky ones not losing any parts, huh? But they really don't know the sort of people we deal with... It's better to be kept alive on here than get sold to them..." The way the man spoke would've made an ordinary person shrink. As the mocking tone suggested that there was worse out there and Heero knew the sort of horror that existed in the dark corners of the earth and colonies. But he didn't think on the potential dangers, didn't think of the world's worst people, instead it only steadied his resolve and made his heart harden. Heero didn't care now about the amount of men he would have to take on and kill to get out of this horrible situation. All he knew is he would get out of it. And everyone that stepped in his path would die. Yet until they reached L3, Heero would do nothing but pretend he slept like everyone else. And then he would act and he would show no mercy. ~ * ~ |
