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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 Five - The Darkness
It was cold and dark. They were the main things Duo noticed. He tried to draw his body in on itself to retain some body heat but it seemed his limbs were not paying attention to his brain and he remained cold. He tried to remember the circumstances of how he had got to be cold and in the dark but it was all fuzzy and lost and his head hurt in an oddly distant way. In fact, his whole body felt oddly distant and Duo guessed he must be drunk or had taken some dumbass drug. He chided himself for the potentially stupid move. He had to be more careful. Though this was the post-war world, Duo had to remember he wasn't safe... he'd never be safe. He'd always have to live his life looking over his shoulder. He tried to shift again, tried to find some way of getting himself warmer and more comfortable but each time he attempted anything, Duo got no response from his body. 'Shit,' he thought, 'what the fuck happened?' He couldn't remember, couldn't even figure anything out and an overwhelming sense of panic began to surface in his gut as he remained in the dark and felt confused. Scared, dark and alone, Duo didn't know what time had passed when he finally saw light. Time had become a vague thing and Duo wasn't sure if he was awake or a sleep. He assumed it was some kind of nightmare, had to be as damn, it was freaking him the fuck out. Yet when the light poured into the room, Duo suddenly wondered if he'd been captured by some assholes whose torture method was sensory deprivation and he was in fact awake. Squinting, Duo looked up into the light, and he heard footsteps close by and saw a shadowy figure above him. Duo's instinct was to shrink away, his instinct was to find some method of defending himself and kicking out but he was unable to do anything but stay motionless, his body seemingly paralysed as he lay on his back. His eyes, unused to light, took time to take anything in and the figure above him remained a dark blur, barely distinguishable from the surroundings. It was only when the figure spoke did Duo figure some things out. He had to be dreaming. Or be stuck in some nightmare. As there was no way this was real. "Duo...always in trouble, aren't we?" The voice had been one that Duo had not heard for years but the soothing tone and the inflections of a nearly forgotten accent were instantly familiar. Father Maxwell. And he was probably angry. Especially if Duo had been doing something he shouldn't have. "You know you shouldn't have been there... don't you? It's forbidden." Duo tried to remember where he'd been and where was forbidden but everything seemed hazy... or at least it did until Heero flashed into his mind. Heero. In a coffin like cryo tube. Prev. The mission. It all flickered behind his eyes like an old movie and Duo jerked, the adrenalin and panic making his body move even if it was only a brief, short and sharp movement. "You can't move, Duo... you're trapped like you always end up. You never break free, do you? Always end back in the dark where you came from." The words turned suddenly harsh and Duo tried to move, tried to open his mouth and speak or thrash his head or something but he was completely stuck. Stuck in place like all those other sad fucks. He was dead but alive. Trapped inside his own head while strapped on a gurney and Duo had wondered if the people on those beds were aware and now he knew. They probably were as Duo was right now. As Duo knew he was stuck. Stuck inside a world of his own brains making while his body was harvested and sold where the only reprieve was death. The men who did this deserved worse than death and Duo thought of every torture he could bestow on them until his thoughts were drawn back to Father Maxwell. As Father Maxwell laughed and noise seemed to reverberate around Duo's skull. It was a horrible sound, a totally unfamiliar sound and one that Duo hoped he'd never hear again. Father Maxwell's laugh had been soft, it had been something Duo had strived to hear as they had talked and Duo had amused him with his own unusual thoughts on life and religion and death. But the laugh he heard was nothing of the sort and Duo wanted to shout and scream to stop the noise. 'No...this isn't real,' Duo thought as he tried to gain some control over his body and senses. 'No... this isn't going to end like this...' After everything he had damn well gone through Duo knew he couldn't give in. He wouldn't give into the images in his head, wouldn't give into the shadow of a man he once loved and respected. His mind was too full of pain and regrets for his time trapped in his body to be without nightmares but still Duo tried to fight those images. He needed to think of the good things - the moments he had been loved and wanted. The time in church where Sister Helen had brushed his hair and Father Maxwell had taught him chess. If he was going to be stuck in some limbo land between life and death than at least Duo was not going to let it be riddled with painful memories and distorted versions of all that he held dear. The laugh sounded again and Duo felt hands on his face, a hand under his chin and despite the darkness, Duo could now see the outline of Father Maxwell's face and that seemed distorted and far too angular. It was as though he couldn't quite recreate the true form in his nightmare world of being half-alive and so it was this wrong and off-kilter version instead. "Duo... it ended the moment you were born in the filth of L2 and were left for dead...you were lucky to make it this far..." The hand on his chin drifted up to his mouth and Duo felt the pressure against his lips. It was as though he was going to be suffocated and Duo could do nothing to fight that, nothing to make it better as he had no power. Maybe the images were real or half real. Maybe his body had already been stripped and now he was being killed on the table in the white room aboard that stupid ass Alliance cruiser. Maybe it really was the end. Or perhaps it would just pre-empt another beginning, another series of horrible images that would torture him. Duo knew he had enough material... fuck, did he have plenty. He didn't know but all he could do was let his eyes close again, erase the distorted image of Father Maxwell and let whatever was going to happen. He tried to think of Heero. And how he often treated Heero and he thought how he was the asshole in their situation. Duo knew why he was the asshole. He was afraid of anything serious, afraid of anything that meant anything as if he lost it then... he didn't know what to do. He'd lost so damn much that losing Heero due to some relationship fuck up was probably the stupidest thing in the world and he didn't want that. So instead he kept him at arm's length and just joined him on Prev missions... Duo felt warmth, the hand on his mouth didn't feel like some imagining, it felt real and solid. It wasn't trying to suffocate him, Duo could tell as it wasn't covering his nose and he could breathe. His eyes had been tight closed so as not to see the "fake" image of Father Maxwell poised above him but he dared to open his left in order to assess his surroundings and in doing so he saw dim light and a metallic ceiling. There was no shadow and no Father Maxwell. Slowly, he moved, his body feeling weak and powerless yet he was able to inch ever so slightly back and he realised he was leaning against something warm. Or rather someone warm. He felt body heat through thin cloth and he tried to gain enough comprehension to understand what was going on but his head felt like it was spinning and his stomach felt like it was reeling. That laugh echoed, that laugh he thought he had fought and banished but it was harsh in his head and Duo tried to shake it out of his skull, get rid of it, but it seemed to get louder and louder. "No..." he muttered, "no... you're not here... it's not you..." "Duo..." The laugh was loud and Duo tried to shake it away yet the grip around his mouth got tighter. He heard his name by a voice that was quiet and soothing but it wasn't real... none of it was. "Duo... it's me... I'm real...I need you to calm down..." The laughing still echoed but the voice was close, close to his ear and Duo felt soft breath against his skin. "...stop... laughing..." "No one's laughing, Duo... it's me... I need you to be quiet... we can't be discovered..." The noise of the laugh seemed to diminish then and Duo heard the other voice more clearly. It was close, it was familiar and it was calm. "Heero...?" he mumbled, his voice weak and his lips parched. The grunt in response was soft and Duo tried to open his eyes more fully, tried to move his head or do something other than apparently be held in Heero's arms but he was too weak for anything. He felt utterly useless. He wanted to make a joke about Heero saving his worthless ass but even that was too much. "You'll be groggy for some time," Heero said softly, "but we'll have to move soon." Duo tried to figure out where they were but his eyes were still blurry so that everything only looked grey and bland and dark and fuzzy. It was not a good combination and Duo suddenly felt like a new born or like the baby deer in that old cartoon he'd seen once. He was useless to Heero and he had no idea what plan Soldier Boy had but Duo knew he would be impeding its success with his condition as it was. Heero needed to get out, needed to report back to Preventer and needed to ensure no one else suffered this horrible fate of being harvested. Yet Duo couldn't articulate that, his tongue feeling too large in his mouth and his body not entirely feeling like it belonged to him. Instead of protesting and telling Heero to leave him, all Duo did was lean back into the firm supple body behind him and closed his eyes again. He hoped the drugs would pass, hoped that he could help Heero in some way but all he could do right now was be held by Heero and that banished the horrible dream of Father Maxwell. And maybe, just maybe given a little more time he might be able to move his ass and hold a damn gun, as Duo needed to make sure these fuckers paid. He really really did. Chapter 6 |
