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"Diary of a Protected Witness"Written By: Snowdragonct Disclaimer: Don’t own any part of Gundam
Wing or the characters, more’s the pity. This is for fun...no
profit involved. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU , yaoi, swearing (lots), some OOC
(probably), violence, drugs, sex, Pairings: 1X2X1, 3X4, 5XC, (past 2X3X2, 6X2) Summary: Ever wonder what was running through Duo's mind at certain points in"Witness Protection?" Here are snippets of his point of view...a companionfic, that will not rehash the entire plot, but offer a new perspective ofcertain events. A/N: This fits with chapters thirty five and thirty
six of Witness. " Diary of a Protected Witness"
Dear Diary: Well, I guess it should come as no surprise that Chang, Yuy and I are once again on the run. But I gotta say, it was one hell of a surprise when it all happened. It started after I had my day of pure Heaven with Heero in the lake. Ever heard the expression about “dying happy?” Well, we damn near did. ‘Ro got us both dressed and headed up to the house before the others got back, which was pretty smart of him. I mean, we sure as hell didn’t need Chang finding us sunbathing nude…though it might’ve been fun to watch him spontaneously combust. Heh, heh. At any rate, we kept a low profile, though Heero promised me nothing was over except our relaxing day. Guess that meant he’d still care. And in all honesty, the warm glances he threw my way sort of confirmed that. Be still, my heart. Of course, it was too much to hope the peace would last. Heero noticed something on his surveillance that had him heading out for a perimeter check, which left me nothing to do but worry and wait. Well, almost nothing. I managed to busy myself making a really awesome meal for his return. And while it cooked, Chang checked Trowa, Quatre and me out on the weapons he and his partner had on hand. It rattled me a bit—making the whole situation a bit too real, and adding to my concern for my lover. I can’t describe the wave of relief that swept through me when he came back all in one piece. I wanted to hug him so badly I could taste it. But of course, I couldn’t touch him in front of the others. I had to settle for treating him to a delicious meal. And while I’d cooked for everyone; the only one I’d truly wanted to impress was my hot blue-eyed cop. Yeah, he was probably pretty impressed when I slid my foot up to his crotch under the table. I could not resist. Of course, that led to another little heart-to-heart in the hallway, when I was bragging to Trowa about playing footsie at dinner, and Heero wandered in. I was sputtering apologies for embarrassing him, when he blurted out that he wasn’t upset about that, but at the thought of how empty his life would be once I went into relocation. He honestly seemed to think his job was all he’d have—that he’d be nothing but a lonely cop without me in his life. God, what a sweet, insecure, heart-breaking confession! “You will never be just anything!” I meant it, too. I couldn’t believe Heero didn’t know how incredible he was. He was drop-dead gorgeous, sexy beyond belief, honest, decent, smart, and sometimes even charming. How could such a capable guy not realize he was something special? I meant to rectify that problem. I told him in no uncertain terms that if he wanted me to be with him, I’d find a way. And he told me, with equal fervor, that the only way he could keep me alive was to give me up. Well, we’d cross that bridge when we came to it. First, we had much more important things to do…like talk Trowa and Quatre out of a truly hare-brained scheme to play decoy for us. While seeing my pretty blonde lawyer with his hair dyed black was—intriguing—the sight of Trowa with a fake braid just scared the crap out of me. There was no way I was going to let them risk their lives for my sake—more than they had already, anyway. Honestly, we all got a bit distracted debating the issue—to the point where Chang nearly ended up shot because he was too busy trying to out-argue me to watch what was going on around him. We’d gone out on the deck—him, Heero and me. And while Chang ranted and I retorted, Yuy was busy with binoculars. His murmur of “Chang…” distracted me for an instant. Just long enough that I glanced his way, and when he yelled “Down!” I didn’t hesitate. I shoved Chang ahead of me into the hot tub, figuring it was the only real cover available out on that deck, and as I flung myself after him, I felt the jolt of my shoulder connecting with the side of the tub. Or at least, that’s what I thought it was, until we were climbing out, with Chang sputtering indignantly and me trying to explain I hadn’t been fooling around. “Are you wounded?” Yuy asked, receiving a head shake from his partner and turning a worried gaze to me. “Not me. Just banged my shoulder on the way in.” He turned me sharply around, hissing at what he saw, and I looked over my shoulder to see blood spreading across the back of my tee shirt. Well, color me surprised! Once I realized I’d been shot, the graze stung like a bitch. I got shoved into the hallway with Quatre and Trowa while Yuy and Chang went after the shooter. I thought Quatre was gonna burst into tears; his expression was so—distraught. “Jesus, Duo, what were you thinking?” He’d grabbed some sort of first aid kit and his hands were shaking so badly it’s a wonder he could open it. “Wasn’t,” I admitted, sitting in the hallway and watching Trowa load a rifle and take a position to stand guard over us. “Tro’, would you please get back here under cover?” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I’m in a safe position, Duo. I’ve got the walls for shelter, and a good view of the door.” “But—.” My protest was cut off as Quatre pressed a bandage to my injured shoulder. “Ow! Fuck!” I glared at him. “I knew lawyers were sadistic, Quat—but sheesh!” He laughed shakily. “Sorry—but I need to get the bleeding stopped.” “It’s just a graze,” I assured him, trying to see the back of my shoulder and failing miserably. “A deep one,” he pointed out, keeping steady pressure on the gauze he’d applied. “Might even have clipped the shoulder blade.” “I’ll live.” Y’know…there are phrases you should never use. Case in point…as soon as I’d said those two words, we heard shots outside, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Stay down!” Trowa hissed unnecessarily. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Quat, but we both were pretty well plastered to the floor by then. Moments later, I heard the door burst open. “Shit!” Trowa blurted, lowering his gun only after he saw who it was. “Did you get him?” “We did,” came Heero’s voice. “But someone else took him out before we could beat any information out of him. How’s Duo?” “I’m fine!” I called, impatiently pulling away from Quatre. “Can I come out?” “Yes. And get into some dry clothes. We’re leaving.” After that, things pretty much degenerated into chaos. Chang and Yuy went back out after another sniper, while Tro’, Quat, and I threw on some dry clothes and grabbed our bags. By the time my two police protectors came back in, the laptop was beeping an alarm I could only assume meant more trouble was on the way. It was—in the form of a freakin’ fleet of SUVs heading up the logging road. Trowa and Quatre got their wish; they got to play decoy, while the rest of us headed for the boat. I had only a minute before we split up, but all the things that could go wrong flooded my mind, and in a moment of panic I dragged Quatre aside, pressing him up against the wall and speaking in an undertone. “Ya gotta promise me something, Quat.” “Anything.” “Just—no matter what happens—and especially if anything goes wrong, an’ I can’t be there to do it—I need to know if you’ll look after Trowa.” “Of course I will.” “Not just now—but later—if I make it to the trial and they send me off into relocation. I just—it’d help to know he’ll have someone—that he won’t just be on his own again.” As independent as I knew Trowa was, I also knew what a warm and affectionate lover he could be. I wanted so much for him—as a friend and a lover—I wanted to know he wouldn’t be as alone as I was afraid I’d end up. As I told Quatre, “a guy like him deserves someone to love, y’know?” “He’s got someone…someone who loves him like crazy.” I hugged the stuffing out of Quatre, still trying not too look too hard at that incongruously black hair, and dashed over to Trowa, throwing my arms around him. But before I kissed him goodbye, I glanced over at Heero, to be sure he wouldn’t misunderstand the gesture. He gave a little nod, and my heart just melted. God, I loved him! It just amazed me that he actually got it—what Trowa and I were to each other. He didn’t waste time being jealous, and I didn’t have to feel guilty for the warm, lingering goodbye kiss I gave my best friend. When I ran to join Yuy and Chang, I didn’t even look back, knowing that the best way to keep myself and them alive was to trust that Quatre and Trowa could take care of themselves, and focus on our escape. And escape we did—in high style. I got my boat ride after all, though I hadn’t pictured it involving guys shooting at us from the shore as we took off, or from another boat, which came out of fuckin’ nowhere. I might’ve noticed it sooner, but I was kinda distracted by Heero asking if I was okay, and looking so intense under fire that he just about took my breath away. “You’re really hot when you’re dodgin’ bullets, y’know!” He looked surprised, the start of a smile breaking across his lips, just before a bullet pinged on the side of the boat and we both dove for cover. “Company!” Chang called. “And their boat looks faster!” Heero leaned in close. “Stay down!” he said, dropping a quick kiss on my ear in the process. Do I sound like a total pervert, thinking about how much I’d like him to fuck me through the bottom of that boat, even as bullets were whining past at regular intervals? At any rate, in spite of the thrill of the chase and the adrenaline rush that little ear-kiss had given me, I managed to make myself useful helping Chang reload weapons, while Heero tried to evade our pursuers. When he started to slow down, Chang and I exchanged a baffled look. “Why’re we slowing down?” I yelped. “Don’t worry.” Yeah, right. “Yuy?” Chang blurted, sounding more panicky than I had. “We’re not doing something crazy like surrendering?” I had to ask. “Never!” “Then what the fuck are we doing?” Chang demanded, stealing my line. “Letting them catch up.” “Why?” we both screamed. “Trust me!” Trust me? It might have been easier to trust him if I’d had a clue as to what he was doing. But easy or not, both Chang and I placed our faith in Heero Yuy and held on tight. He made some maneuver with the boat that only he understood, and the next thing I knew, the throttle was wide open again, and Heero was hauling Wufei back up to take his place at the wheel. He then grabbed the rifle his partner had dropped, and took a position at the rear of the boat. When the speedboat chasing us hit some submerged obstacle and was thrown skyward, Heero was ready—blasting out shots that must’ve ruptured a fuel tank. At any rate, there was a pretty cool explosion and fireball, before the remains of that boat slammed back into the water. “Holy fucking shit! That was awesome!” The look Heero gave me was filled with affection, and a warm smile spread across his handsome face. God, I loved that man.
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