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"Rebuilding"Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of
its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying
me to write this. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, Language, Lemon, fluff Pairings: 4x1, 2x5x2, 3xOC Summary: Takes place six months after Surrender.
Wufei and Duo are planning their trip to L2, Trowa and Ronnie are
falling into their roles as parents, and Quatre and Heero are learning
to face the future with hope. " Rebuilding" I’m not a good patient. I can admit that. I
complain and grumble and groan. It’s the best way to cover up
the fact that I’m terrified to be here. I hate not being able
to even wipe my own ass. I hate having people hovering and helping.
It makes me feel like a weak kid. Of course, then I have to remember
the long road with Heero and try to keep perspective. I’m not
dying. In fact, it’s a miracle I’m alive. ----- Duo stared at the parallel bars in front of him, wishing
he was anywhere but there. “You’re a sadist,” he muttered
as the physical therapist, Chris, stood at the end of the bars. The man chuckled. “No, it just feels that way now.
When this is over you’ll be singing my praises.” Duo snorted. “Whatever.” He clenched his sweaty palms to the bars and fought
to walk the few feet to the end of the bars. He made it halfway before
his knees dropped towards the floor. Chris – bless his heart
(in a very sarcastic manner) – caught him before he hit the concrete
floor. “Thanks,” Duo bit out between his tightly
clenched teeth as the therapist sat him back in his chair for a breather.
“I’m never going to get this.” Chris sighed softly and knelt in front of Duo. “You
know, all I’ve heard from your friends is how strong you are.
They’ve raved about the fact that you’re not one to ever
give up. So why are you giving up now?” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “Because,
sooner or later I’m going to reach the end of this, and I don’t
think I can handle it if nothing changes.” Chris nodded. “It’s normal to be scared, but
if you don’t try, there’s a good chance you’ll never
walk again. How sad would it be to only put in half an effort and
not walk, when if you’d put in full effort you would be walking
again? You’re looking at this all wrong. Your back has healed
very well. There is a much better chance that you will get feeling
back than you won’t.” Duo took a breath. Chris was right. He nodded. “Okay.
Let’s do this.” The therapist smiled and helped him back to his feet.
Duo took a determined breath, gripped the bars tightly, and kept his
eyes focused on Chris and he swung one foot in front of the other.
It took him nearly twenty minutes, but he reached the end and couldn’t
keep the grin from his face. “That’s more like it.” Chris sat him back in the chair for a breather. “You
did very well.” An hour later he was sweating and exhausted, but he’d
managed to get himself down the bars twice. He was returned to his
room, given a shower with help, and settled back in bed with what
he supposed was supposed to pass as food. A few minutes later he looked
up as Wufei came into the room. “What’s wrong?” “Can’t figure out what this shit is.”
His eyes traveled over Wufei and a soft smile raised his lips. “You’re
a sight for sore eyes.” He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Duo’s
lips softly, heart jumping a little as he noticed a change in his
lover. “How are you?” “Wanting out of here and missing you beside me.”
He shoved the tray and table to the side and gripped Wufei’s
hand. He lifted his other hand to cup the Asian’s cheek in his
palm, gazing intently into his eyes. “I’m gonna walk out
of here, Fei.” A relieved breath left Wufei. “It’s about
time you realized that.” He kissed Duo’s forehead. “So
what helped you wake up?” “The therapist gave me what for this morning.” Wufei chuckled. “Glad to hear it.” He tilted
his head slightly. “How about some good news to cheer you up?” “I’d love some.” “We’re going to be uncles again.” Duo grinned widely. “Heero and Quat are gonna be
proud papas?” “Yes.” He watched the evident joy in his lover’s
eyes and once again the ‘preggy Fei’ comment came back to
him. He had a feeling he’d never forget it. Of course, there
was no point in talking about it now. That was a discussion better
left for once Duo was well and back on his feet. “How’s Heero taking it?” “I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance
to talk with him about it yet. The same day they found out Ronnie
was pregnant Quatre came home to find they’d been robbed.” Duo’s eyes widened. “Damn.” “Fortunately, it was an extremely unintelligent
person. Didn’t bother to wear a mask. They know who it is and
will probably have him in custody by the end of the week.” “That’s good, at least.” He huffed. “I
am bored out of my mind.” “What would you like to do to entertain yourself?” His grin returned. “I think I’ve been a bit
too tame on the charge nurse, don’t you agree?” Seeing that gleam in his lover’s eyes, Wufei would have agreed with anything. ----- “I wasn’t expecting you here.” Heero looked up from his computer to Trowa. “Wufei
is with Duo today.” He shook his head. “I meant due to the robbery.” “Oh. The house is cleaned up and the local authorities
are looking for Greg.” He moved further into the room to look at Heero’s
computer. “And so are you. Need some help?” “Not on a search this easy.” He turned in
his chair. “Did you need something?” “Not really.” Heero lifted an eyebrow. “What is it?” Trowa flushed slightly. “I’m kind of hiding
from Ronnie.” He cleared his throat. “Actually, I think
it’s unfair that I should have to deal with the hormones associated
with your child. She should come live with you for the next nine months.” Heero grimaced. “That’s a good point.” Trowa started. “I was just joking, Heero.” “I’m not. You and Ronnie are doing us a huge
favor. It’s only right for us to be there every step of the way.” “But our apartment-“ “Is too small for you, anyway. You could stay with
us and find a new place after the baby is born.” Trowa stared down at the desk in thought. Things were
quite cramped in their apartment, but they didn’t have much in
the way of savings after the expenses of having a baby. Not that they
were in dire straits, but it would really help to have some time to
save up money. He nodded. “I’ll talk to Ronnie about it.” “Talk to me about what?” He looked to the door and smiled at his wife. “Feeling
better?” She blushed. “Sorry I called you a dumbass son
of a bitch.” He laughed. “Don’t worry about it.” He
pulled her to his chest and kissed the tip of her nose. “What
do you say to moving in with Quatre and Trowa until the baby is born
and then find a better place to live?” She smiled brightly, looking to Heero. “Really?” He nodded. “I think it would be a good idea, both
for you two and us. I’m surprised we didn’t think of it
earlier.” She squealed in delight, pulling away from Trowa and
clapping her hands. Trowa shook his head. “I didn’t think
it’d make you that happy.” “You crazy? I get to be a fly on the wall of the
Winner/Yuy residence for nine whole months! Oh the fodder for my wet
dreams.” Trowa gagged slightly and looked to Heero who was giving
him a ‘don’t look at me, she’s your wife’ look.
Ronnie laughed, dropped a quick kiss to Trowa’s
lips, sent a wink to Heero, and danced from Heero’s office. The
Japanese man shook his head. “How you keep up with her I’ll never know.” He shrugged. “An insanely stupid amount of caffeine.”
He gazed at Heero for a long moment. “Thank you.” “It’s the least I can do.” “No,” he swallowed, “thank you for forgiving
me for hurting you.” Blue eyes widened slightly. After Trowa had broken things
off between them, they’d never discussed it again. He released
a breath. “It hurt; I won’t deny that because we’d
both know I was lying. But you can’t help who you are any more
than I can help who I am. It wasn’t meant to be, and I accepted
that a long time ago.” Trowa nodded. “And you’re happy now.” Heero smiled. “Very much so.” “I’m glad you and Quatre got together. It
bothered me for you to be alone for so long. I felt… guilty.” Heero stood and pulled Trowa into a quick hug. There was a slight sting of the long lost first love, but it in no way could touch the contentment and happiness he had with his life as it was now. “Don’t feel guilty. I learned to love with you. I might never have been able to have the life with Quatre that I have now if I hadn’t had that.” ----- Quatre signed some paperwork and closed the folder,
answering the vidphone as it chimed. He nodded to Une. “Hello,
how are you today?” She pursed her lips. “In a little bit of a bind,
actually. I need your assistance with a case.” He frowned slightly. “It’s not the best of
times, what kind of case?” “I’ve got plenty of people on it, but I need
someone who fits a certain criteria to get some information for me.” “Okay. What criteria?” “Would you be able to come into the office so we
can discuss it more thoroughly?” “When?” “Now.” He glanced to the clock. “Yes, I can be there in
ten minutes.” “Thank you.” The phone cut off and he left his home office, waving
at Marty on his way out. “I’m heading out, Marty.” “Will you be home in time for supper?” He paused. “I’m not sure. We’ll just
pick something up.” “Okay. Have a good weekend.” “You too.” He made the drive without thinking about the assignment
Une was considering him for. He didn’t have nearly enough information
to go on. But it was rather rare for her to pull him in on cases.
He parked and moved up into the familiar Preventer Headquarters’
building. He wanted to make a stop by Heero’s office but decided
he could do that on the way out. He was let into Une’s office
quickly. “Quatre, thank you for coming so quickly.” He nodded and sat. “No problem. So, what’s
the case?” “I need someone to go in and get some information.”
In a rare moment of uncertainty, Une briefly dropped her eyes and
cleared her throat. “Someone… pretty enough to be a believable
cross dresser in a certain club.” Quatre blanched. “Come again?” “It’s only a one evening thing, two hours
at the top. I need you to get into a club and meet an informant. His
usual contact is sick and we need this information. I’m not asking
you to actually get involved with the case. Just get in, hear what
he has to say and return the information to me.” Quatre stared at her blankly. “You want me to dress
like a woman?” She sighed softly. “If there was anyone else I
could ask I would.” “Please tell me you’re joking.” It was
a ridiculous plea considering Une never joked. She shook her head. “I wish I was. If you can’t
do it I need to know now. I’ve only got three hours until we’re
supposed to meet the contact and we’re very low on options.” Quatre groaned softly as he rubbed his eyes. “How
important is the information?” “It’s about a human trafficking ring.” He hissed through his teeth. “Okay, I’ll do
it. Backup?” Une pressed the intercom. “Send him in.” Quatre looked over his shoulder as Zechs moved into
the room. “Hello, Quatre.” He took a breath. “Is this the part where I should
say I’m glad it’s you?” Zechs chuckled as he remembered the discussion they’d
had about the mission he’d had with Heero years ago. “I
guess you could look at it that way.” Quatre looked back to Une. “I hope you’ve
got someone to help me out here because no matter how many sisters
I have or how I look, I’ve never dressed in women’s clothing.” She nodded. “Go down to Yuy’s office.” Quatre started. “Heero knows?” “Not yet, but I figured you’d like to tell
him. I’ll send Grace there and she’ll get you fixed up.” He nodded and stood, leaving the office with his mind
spinning. What the hell had he just agreed to? TBC…
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