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"Dangerous Valentines"Written By: Nix Winter Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I think Bandai does in the US. I writing this story as original and fan fic because I couldn't make up my mind and well, Heero and Duo are just more fun. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Citrus, Violence Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: After EW by quite a bit. The boys are late twenties. Heero is a doctor. Duo is Preventer. They're married. Warning: It's getting really AU. There are terrorists,
possible sex in a hospital..
Duo wanted to go straight to the hospital, buy a couple tickets off world on his way. He hadn't been born on Earth, neither had Heero, and there were just some days that the enclosed finite space of the planet felt claustrophobic to him. People who were born on the rock couldn't understand how a smaller habitat could feel freer and safer than a planet. He still owned his own ship. It didn't have a hospital for Heero to work at, but it was self contained. And he knew he was done. Merging into traffic on the freeway, everything seemed so very clear. Problems were crack. Mysteries a kind of soul numbing panacea to keep guilt from eating him whole, but he and Heero had both gone in for the Amnesty Decree. They weren't innocent, but they were absolved. He smiled very slightly behind the dark face shield of his helmet. Every doctor needed a good homemaker. While he was done with the locals, he also had a real office in the Preventers building. That was a secure building full of trusted people. "Call: Une One." "Une." "I quit." "Right now?" "Yeah. No, let me send you what that asshole sent me, tell you what I know. Then I quit." His bike took over autopilot from the moment he stopped paying complete attention to the road. The inside of his face shield doubled as a monitor and his eyes clicked over the data, manipulating and sending stuff off to his former boss. "See those names? I hate them, most of them." Une murmured something as she went through the data he'd sent, the letter, the demands. "Then kill them for us." "And then what?" "You won't be held responsible." "I kinda had the idea that you'd say that. Heero would hold me responsible though and he's more my moral compass than you are." "Abandon your post and I'll charge you as an accessory," she threatened. "You have people," he said. "Good people. Hell, I helped train a lot of them. You want to kill people because some terrorist says it's on the list, then you do that. You wave it all away with some keystrokes. You're going to waste your time and energy if you try to force me. I'm no good to you." "Coward." "As if the act of telling you to shove it up your ass didn't require every shred of guts I've ever had. I've done good by you, Une. I didn't get up this morning planning to be done today, but I am." "I won't tolerate you going freelance on this." "You've got a timeline that's pretty tight there. If you're not going to do your job, people are going to die. You don't have time to debrief me." "What about you doing your job!?" "My job is to be with Heero. Think it through, ne? We can't be sure to stop the bombs. He won't leave the hospital unless everyone's safe. I won't let him die alone. Ciao, Une." She didn't call back. He understood that she understood. With his bike still pretty much driving itself, so all he had to do was hold on and mold to the movements, he set his destination to the external parking garage by the gardens. He ordered two dozen roses to be waiting for him in the gift shop. Then he shifted her out of auto pilot, broke the speed limit with his flashing lights on, sliding through traffic as if he could get up enough speed to break free of Earth's gravity. There was a spring in his step as he slipped through the sliding doors into the emergency room. Ann pinioned him with a glare that she had completely learned from Heero. He grinned back, flippant and casual as he continued on his way towards the gift shop. "Hold on you!" She shouted after him. With a sigh, he stopped, then turned, hands on his hips, dark brown bangs in his eyes, hoping he looked as charming as he'd ever managed to look. "Hi Ann! Thanks for calling me earlier. I really appreciated that. You're the best assistant that Heero's ever had." Pointing at nothing in particular, just gesturing out her frustration. "You mean I'm the only one that's lasted more than a week. I want to know what happened! Dr. Yuy has always been... methodical, but when he saw that man he went," she paused, real concern on her face, which had gone a little pale. "It was like... like he wasn't completely human." Duo raked his hair back from his face, which was tight, lined. "Don't ask him about this shit, okay? He's human. Trust me on that. He's always been human, but he had a bad time in the wars. Just be his friend." "He is my mentor. I wasn't going to stop being his friend. I'd be honored to be his friend," she said, offended. He gave her a wink, shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. "You are the first one to last more than a week. That wreck this morning, that was pretty intense. You never know when something could happen. Why don't you give your family a call? Just tell them you love them." She studied his face, his cheerful smile that lit up his eyes, reading him over as if she could get between the lines. "Is everything okay?" He tilted his head the other direction, wiggled his eyebrows. "Sometime, we gotta sit down and I'll tell you some war stories. Then we can come to some understanding about what okay means." She grabbed his coat, jerking him close unexpectedly, inappropriately powerful. "I've got my own war stories. You think I should go check on my family?" He met her glare without stress, just a very slight smile to one corner of his mouth. "Yeah. You got kids in school?" "Shit." She took a step back mirrored his cheerful smile back at him as she spread her arms out wide. "This is my family." "Roger. So we'll do pizza next week. Heero makes a hell of a pie." "That'd be nice. Now that you're here, I should cancel his appointments for the afternoon? Save those people the trip?" "Sounds good to me." "He's going to kick your ass." "He keeps trying." Duo shrugged. She stalked off. He hoped he hadn't told her too much, wished he could have told her more. Une would do her job. There would be pizza. The gift shop lady had to be well past ninety with blue silver hair and cunning little eyes that had always reminded Duo of a bat. "Hey Lucy." "Have you committed adultery, Mr. Yuy?" Those bat like eyes narrowed as she pushed the flower receipt across the counter towards him. He arched his eyebrows, head tilting backwards as if he could look down his nose at her as he reached for the stylus to sign the receipt. "Can't a man just buy his husband flowers?" "It's a traditional apology from a rat," she said, glaring more intensely. He leaned over, elbow on the counter and smiled at her, a kind of dreaming and genuine smile. If he'd ever had a mother, well other than Sister Helen, he'd have wanted her to be like Lucy. "I love Heero," he promised, "I would never cheat on him. I doubt I could even get it up, not looking at a magazine or some cute person at work, nothing. He's the only one for me. He just had a bad morning and I wanted to bring him flowers. Is that okay, you think?" She patted his hand, then gave his fingers a good squeeze. "You're just like my Richard. He died five years ago, you know? I didn't stop practicing medicine until after he died." "I know, Lucy. Maybe he's watching over you now," Duo offered. "Your Dr. Yuy thinks I should take the anti-aging treatment, start practicing again." "What do you want to do?" Her own elbows on the counter, chin on her laced together fingers, a fine sheen of emotion in her eyes, she shrugged. "I was born before there were computers." With a snort, he rolled his eyes, "What? When Arthur was king? You should take Heero's advice. He doesn't give bad advice." "Yeah? About an hour ago, right after you ordered those flowers, he told me to go home sick and close the gift shop for the day." "Did he now? I guess I'd better hurry off with those flowers. You should take his advice, Lucy." "I'm not a coward," she hissed. "Then you take the medical advice offered you. The world needs all the good doctors it can get." "What if I just pulled the fire alarm and gave that advice to everyone?" "Then a lot of people would die when they might not need to. Sometimes being brave means knowing what you can't fix." He walked back behind her counter and took his flowers from the cooler. "Thanks, Lucy." "Mr. Yuy." Whistling contentedly he took the elevator up to Heero's office, which was high enough up in the building that it ought to have meant some kind of status. At least it had a hell of a view. What it had was a better connection to the data stream and a private bathroom. He'd claimed it as a resident. No one had been willing to disagree with him. Maybe that was one of the benefits of making the headlines a couple times with great photos that really capture that look of crazed maniac. The other thing about the floor where Heero's office was was that it had never really been finished. That probably had something to do with the lack of dispute too. So there was this great big open space on the thirty-ninth floor that was supposed to be filled up with little half cubicles and people answering billing questions or something, but there was just Heero's office suite, the view, and a punching bag. The punching bag was Duo's, but no one had complained yet, so there it was privilege in the high world of those who had the gaul not to die. The bundle of flowers in one hand, he knocked, and put on his brightest smile. Heero opened the door and their eyes met. Duo thrust the flowers forward. Heero grabbed him, hands on his shoulders pulling him close then arms around him as he pressed their lips together. Duo parted his lips, giving in to the intense, but less than civilized need in his husband. Tongues caressed over each other, over teeth, lips, everywhere, the most primitive form of data handshake humans had ever used, exchanging a rich stream of well being though such intimate touch. Heero's fingers slid into Duo's braid, pulling his hair free as he pulled his lover all the way into his office and kicked the door shut. Roses hit the ground. Heero lifted Duo office his feet, buried his face in Duo's neck, scent, lose hair and Duo let him rubbing his back, fingering Heero's short still slightly damp hair. "Were you going to tell me?" Heero finally set him back down on his feet, both strong hands cupping his face as he studied Duo's violet eyes. "I was going to start with like, 'So say there was this hypothetical bomb in the hospital and all... And, just hypothetically, say we couldn't find or stop the bomber, without potentially triggering some of the bombs in one place or another and well, so, like ... if that were the case, but you and me, we could just walk out together. Go have lunch, say at the spaceport, would you go with me?" "Would you leave me here, if I asked you to, with all my heart?" "You won't ask me to do that." Duo understood then that Heero had probably been listening in on his secure communications for years, and really, thinking about it, there was no way that Heero won't have needed to know everything. It would be the only real way that Heero would have been able to let go enough for there to have been undercover missions. He had nothing to hide from his love, that Heero probably knew every secret he'd ever had and loved him anyway made the end of the world all that more something. Sharp maybe. They kissed again, desperate and intimate. Heero took the kiss to a nibble at the back of Duo's neck, because he knew his husband loved that sensation and Duo moaned happily. The moan turned into clinging, arms around Heero as tightly as he could. "Forgive me?" "There is nothing to forgive," Heero said. "Une will find a solution." "What if she doesn't?" "Are you afraid to die?" "A little." "If you ask me to leave with you, I will." "You'd never forgive yourself." "There are three thousand four hundred and seventy six people, not counting that visiting hours just started. We could evacuate how many before the bomb was triggered early? And the schools? We're not the heros anymore. We're just the people who go to work and order take away." "You don't eat take out." "And you're the only hero that ever mattered to me. Do you want to have intercourse? I have the lubricant you prefer." Duo laughed, arms out to his side, leaning back, trusting Heero to hold onto him. "Hell yes, Heero! Fuck me! Fuck the world! Didn't we fight a war so this stuff won't happen anymore?" Heero swept Duo up in his arms and carried him to his desk, which was already cleared off and covered with a clean blanket. "Sorry. It might take all the time we've got for me to just fuck you." "Make it a long fuck. I promised Ann you'd make her pizza next week." "Mission accepted," Heero said with a very wicked grin. <><> Herbert Sanders woke in the recovery room. His arms
and chest had newly printed skin. He'd survived a veritable inferno.
He'd never felt better. He'd found Heero Yuy - that meant the sinner
Duo Maxwell couldn't be far behind. God had used the devil itself
to save him so he could complete his work.... His smile felt better
than any smile in a decade. God was good.
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