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"The Miracle Maker"Written By: t-shirt Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: R Warnings: Fluff, angst, mention of lemon, mild
alcohol abuse (not alcoholism), prissy Relena Pairings: 3x4, eventual 1x2, Rx1 (unrequited) Summary: The discovery of a deep space refugee sets the universe abuzz with whispers of angels but for the people closest to him the truth is much more divine. "The Miracle Maker"
Part 2
“This will be your cabin,” Hiiro explained once they were under way. Quatre smiled and entered the small room seeming satisfied while he investigated then turned to smile delightedly when his fingers brushed over the vid controls and brought the screen to life. “It’s mostly for entertainment,” Trowa explained adding, “But there’s little truth in it,” as he turned it off. Quatre accepted his assessment without question then sat on the bed and smiled at the group in general. “You’re in the forward cabin,” Hiiro informed Trowa but before he could even think of moving Quatre latched onto his arm and scowled at Hiiro. “I’ll stay here,” Trowa informed them easing the crease on Quatre’s brow. “Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Duo interjected amusedly and Trowa’s ears warmed over. “He doesn’t want to be alone,” he reasoned but any response to the statement was stalled when Quatre smoothly stood and molded his thin body to Trowa’s side where his arms came to cradled him gently. “This could get weird,” Duo commented. “The request is acceptable,” Hiiro stated before he turned and headed for the cockpit of the small shuttle. Duo stared after him seeming somewhat taken aback for a moment then smiled and observed, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a roommate,” before he drifted off down the corridor and ducked into the galley. “Everything alright?” he asked a short while later when he joined Hiiro in the cockpit. “Fine,” he replied while he shifted through the many holographic screens he was working with. “Doing some research?” Duo inquired sitting a cup of hot coffee beside his partner while he sat down in the co pilots chair and perused the information Hiiro was skimming through. “He is undeniably of human origin,” Hiiro stated. “But the variations in his base evolution indicate a completely different path than that of anyone from present day Earth.” “Maybe he’s a cherub,” Duo chuckled while Hiiro scowled at him. “Well,” he defended amusedly while he pulled up a history on the subject. “He sort of looks like one, he’s altruistic to a fault, performs miracles, and he did come to us on huge, white wings.” “What’s that?” Hiiro wondered turning from his research to Duo’s. “It’s a painting of arch angel Gabriel,” Duo replied enlarging the photo. “Not that one,” Hiiro told him instructing, “Go back…there,” he said pointing to am image of a small, stone tablet that Duo enlarged. “Hiiro?” Duo prompted clearly shaken when they saw that the ancient, weathered relief much resembled the first photos taken of Quatre’s pod. “What is that?” Hiiro wondered working on bringing up more information while Duo did the same. “It’s from an archeological site in the middle east,” Duo observed. “The article claims some connection between the first evidence of winged humans in the Sumerian culture to earlier shamanic artifacts,” Hiiro related. “You don’t honestly believe there could be a connection to Quatre?” Duo asked skeptically. “I mean, this fossil dates back to the beginning of known history. There’s no way he’s been out there that long.” “Maybe not,” Hiiro mused then stopped all thought in Duo’s mind when he pointed out, “But that doesn’t mean there weren’t others.” “You think this might be a representation of his ancestors?” Duo inquired. “Look at the evidence,” Hiiro advised. “It’s sketchy,” Duo snorted. “Just because it sort of resembles…” “You’re the one who brought up angels,” Hiiro smirked. “The wings were ice and he was in a life pod, Hiiro,” Duo reminded him sardonically. “Which would be more than enough to convince an ancient culture of the existence of ethereal beings,” Hiiro countered causing Duo’s brow to knit. “What if he’s actually a descendent of Earth?” “What are you thinking?” Hiiro wondered. “Well,” Duo replied. “What if there were once human’s like Quatre on Earth?” Hiiro paused to consider but seemed less than enthused. “It isn’t so hard to believe that people like us might tend to worship them,” he went on undeterred. “Then where did they go?” Hiiro wondered touching on the fact that there were none like Quatre on the Earth at the present time. “Maybe they segregated themselves,” Duo shrugged. “You have to admit he has a pure heart which would make him and his kin easy prey for anyone who coveted their power.” A dark shadow passed through Hiiro’s eyes revealing his feelings on their present direction but he kept any comment on the subject to himself. “You’re suggesting these people had the technology to build space craft and leave the planet,” he sighed dejectedly. “Look at this,” Duo prompted pulling up more images. “There are lots of people who believe cave drawings like this,” he indicated an image of humanoid creatures with what looked like crude space helmets on, “are evidence that aliens once visited Earth but what if it wasn’t aliens? What if it was this advanced evolution of human trying to find a way to escape?” “Strangely enough,” Hiiro conceded, “Such a notion would explain why they wouldn’t have left any of their technology behind.” “This is too weird,” Duo chuckled as he looked through historical records. “What?” “It fits perfectly,” Duo told him. “If they hung around and tried to influence their barbaric kin on the ground it would explain so much about the history of Earth,” he chuckled but the mirth faded away when Hiiro gave him a significant look. “You don’t actually believe any of this?” he deadpanned but before Hiiro could answer an odd sound echoed through the ship. “Trowa?” Duo prompted while he and Hiiro rushed to investigate but they stopped on a dime when the door came open to reveal their tall companion locked between Quatre’s naked thighs. “What in the hell’re you doing!?” “Get up!” Hiiro growled attempting to remove him bodily from his nest but Quatre squeezed him so tight he couldn’t dislodge him and the stubborn light in his eyes defused his anger over having found Trowa molesting him. “I knew this was going to get weird,” Duo sighed dejectedly. “We need to talk,” Hiiro told Trowa who nodded and extracted himself from his new lover’s arms. “What were you thinking!?” Duo hissed while Hiiro attended their blond guest over by the cooling unit. “There wasn’t a lot of thought involved,” Trowa retorted. “Obviously!” Duo snipped. “You can’t just go around banging every angel…” “Angel?” Trowa echoed. “Yes, angel!” Duo whispered heatedly. “You have no idea what you’ve done!” “Whatever it is,” Trowa replied while his face lightened as Quatre approached, “I plan on doing it again.” “You just...!” Duo started to counter but fell silent when Quatre floated into Trowa’s arms and offered him a drink. “We have no way of proving our theory,” Hiiro commented taking a seat beside them. “Not that it matters,” he shrugged. “Even if he is descended from some ancient race of human he’s no messenger of God.” “You might have trouble convincing people of that considering what he can do,” Duo grumbled. “And when the brass finds out he’s balling bang boy here…” “Hey!” Trowa snapped indignantly but then Quatre laughed and his brow smoothed over into amusement. “You don’t honestly believe he’s an angel,” he smiled while he cuddled Quatre close. “There is evidence to support the theory,” Hiiro offered causing Trowa’s face to pale. “It is possible that he is descended from a branch of humanity that may have left Earth before recorded history. If this were true the powers he possesses could have seeded the idea of angels in people’s minds giving birth to the lore of celestial beings.” Trowa’s color improved as he explained until he once again resembled the confident young man they had come to know. “It doesn’t really matter does it?” he inquired while he gazed into Quatre’s adoring eyes. “Wherever he came from he’s here now.” “And the most significant discovery since people figured out the Earth wasn’t flat,” Duo reminded them. “He’s not an artifact,” Trowa snipped. “Nevertheless,” Hiiro interjected. “It would be unrealistic to expect the governing powers of the people to ignore his unique abilities.” “We have no idea what he’s actually capable of,” Duo added looking chagrin when Quatre leaned forward and touched his cheek reassuringly. “You understand we trust you, right?” he asked cocking his head when Quatre’s nose crinkled up and a smile appeared on his pink lips. “Can you speak with him?” Hiiro inquired. “It’s not like that,” Trowa replied. “I can’t hear his thoughts or anything it’s just…sometimes I know things about him but…I don’t really know why.” “Here,” Duo offered producing a pen a paper. “You like to read,” he recalled handing them to Quatre. “Write down what you want to say.” Everyone sat back while Quatre set pen to paper but as the looping scrawl was revealed confusion set in their eyes. “Can’t you write it in English?” Hiiro inquired. “Like this,” Duo elaborated showing him a magazine that was nearby but Quatre shook his head. “If he can read it he should be able to write it,” Hiiro concluded. “Can you write kanji?” Duo asked knowingly and Hiiro’s cheeks pinked. “Understanding a language doesn’t necessarily mean you can write it fluently.” “Then what’s this he’s written?” Hiiro wondered taking the paper to examine but the looping marks made no sense to him at all. “It means peace,” Trowa interjected and Quatre grinned happily while he snuggled into his chest. “Peace,” Duo echoed glancing warily at Hiiro. “I’m going to see if I can find a reference to support that,” Hiiro stated as he turned to leave. “He’s worried they won’t believe his intentions are good,” Trowa surmised. “Yeah, well,” Duo sighed plopping down in a seat. “Human’s aren’t known for their great respect of power.” “It’ll be alright,” Trowa breathed in such a way it called Duo’s attention to the fact that Quatre was nibbling on his chin while his eyes fell closed and he whispered, “I am with you.” “Trowa?” “Hn?” he hummed shaking his head as if to clear it while he opened his eyes. “You ok?” “Fine,” he smiled turning to offer Quatre a warm kiss on his shimmering cheek. “Find anything?” Duo asked Hiiro when he joined him in the cockpit. “Not yet,” Hiiro replied searching through the many screens he had open. Duo watched him for a time then studied Quatre’s scrawling and commented, “It’s sort of beautiful isn’t it?” “There are many attractive scripts,” Hiiro pointed out dismissing another dead end. “You’re really worried about him,” Duo commented flipping on his screens to aid in the search. “Realistically, he will never be free,” Hiiro sighed. “And you feel it’s our fault.” “We inflicted this on him,” Hiiro agreed. “He was frozen in a timeless grave,” Duo countered then smirked sideways at his frustrated partner, “At lease this way he’s getting laid.” Hiiro laughed entirely against his will but stifled it before it went too far. “We need to find proof that he’s human,” he commented. “And that he means us no harm.” “Even if they believe he’s friendly he’ll still be hunted by those who want to control his power.” Hiiro glanced at him then quietly went back to work until about twenty minutes later when Duo stated, “We should stay with him.” “He’ll need our protection,” Hiiro agreed studying his work intently. Duo could tell he was watching him though his eyes appeared to be focused on the information in front of him and inquired, “Do you think…” but Hiiro cut him off by asking… “Would you mind grabbing us a cup of coffee?” Disappointment washed through Duo’s eyes then he nodded uncomfortably and quickly left. When he passed by Quatre’s cabin he heard the unmistakable sound of impassioned lovers and grumbled all the way to the galley. By the time he returned to the cockpit he was in no mood for company and set Hiiro’s cup down firmly prompting him to ask… “Everything alright?” “I’m going to bed,” Duo snipped making a quick exit and Hiiro didn’t dare look until well after he was gone. It took three days to make the hyperspace flight in which Hiiro and Duo spent a great deal of time searching for proof that Quatre was human in the hope that he would be granted the same inalienable rights as all other humans and preparing an argument that would demonstrate his amiability toward Earth and her children. However, Trowa and Quatre appeared to be utterly unconcerned with their arrival having spent most of the trip holed up in their cabin testing the bed springs. “Zip it up, Romeo!” Duo grumbled banging on their door as he went by. “We’re twenty minutes to touch down.” “What’s his problem?” Trowa asked yawning hugely when the door slid open. Hiiro glanced down the hall at where Duo had gone but kept his thoughts on the matter to himself. “You understand your relationship is going to complicate the matter?” he asked. “Whatever happens,” Trowa replied smiling when Quatre appeared over his shoulder and hugged him from behind, “We’ll face it together.” Again Hiiro glanced at where Duo had gone then turned toward the cockpit to prepare for their arrival which was supposed to be modest and unremarkable but quickly turned into a freak show. It seemed the families and friends of the crew on board Orion were eager to get a peek at the miracle maker they had heard so much about. Even the tabloids had gotten wind of the extraordinary events that had taken place since Quatre’s discovery which forced them to hurry him through the crowd and into a black sedan that quickly spirited him away. “This is the specimen?” Colonel Une inquired sternly while she looked Quatre over critically. “His name is Quatre,” Trowa informed her firmly while he took his place at Quatre’s side. “And he was rescued,” he said emphasizing the word undeniably, “along the outer frontier.” “You believe he’s human,” General Treize commented stepping forward. “Preliminary medical reports confirm his biological make up to be that of a human,” Une reported. “However, certain variations indicate deviations from the norm and require further investigation.” “He’s as human as you or I!” Duo snapped. “Really?” Une inquired turning to Quatre. “Then by all means, tell us all about it.” Quatre sighed in frustration while Trowa scowled but then he smiled and drifted forward causing Une to step back in mild shock when she realized his feet weren’t touching the ground. A moment later her brow smoothed over when Quatre began to speak in his sing song way but the expression in his eyes revealed whatever he was saying had nothing to do with his history. He spoke to her individually and though she obviously didn’t understand the sounds the indignant light that had dominated her eyes dissipated completely. “Is this one of his miracles?” Treize inquired having seen the change in his subordinate. “It’s only because he spoke to her heart,” Trowa explained accepting Quatre to his side where he wrapped a secure arm around him. Treize examined the closeness between them then asked, “What did he say?” “I don’t know,” Trowa replied prompting Treize to turn to Une. “I’m not sure,” she explained then advised, “But caution would be advisable. We mustn’t let any harm befall him,” he said turning to gaze upon the smiling blond affectionately. “Agreed,” Treize nodded then smiled and informed the room at large, “We will protect him.” They were transported to a military base just outside the boarders of the residential population in utmost secrecy, given rooms that resembled converted laboratory’s and told to rest but they weren’t fooled by the false concern. “Colonel,” Hiiro prompted stalling Une’s brisk exit. “You can’t keep him here forever.” “He’ll be safe here,” she insisted but he shook her resolve when he asked… “Safe from whom?” ** “Damn it!” Duo growled while he tossed a pillow at the corner by the bed. “They wouldn’t even listen!” “There will be a hearing,” Hiiro noted. “And in the meantime he’s to be held prisoner?!” Duo snapped but stalled when Quatre floated into the room. Duo looked from Hiiro to Trowa who wasn’t far behind then slumped dejectedly when Trowa informed them, “He understands.” “Then why are we here?” Duo grumbled plopping on the bed but his brow smoothed over when Quatre came to kneel before him. He watched while he raised his hand then the left corner of his mouth turned up when a palm sized, red ball appeared in his palm. “You’ve been reading my mind,” he chuckled. “But there’s nowhere to play.” Each of them gaped wondrously when the walls suddenly shook and moved away, the furniture disappeared and they found themselves standing in the middle of a handball court. Quatre grinned as a white strap appeared over his palm then turned and heaved the ball at the farthest wall where it bounced with resounding fury right into Duo’s hand. The game raged on for a time and Hiiro was in the lead when Quatre suddenly stopped and turned toward the door where a young soldier was standing with his jaw hanging down. A moment later the room had fixed itself back to the way it was and their young visitor crumbled when he fainted dead away. He seemed much better when Quatre revived him and left them with information that their supper would be ready in ten minutes. “Why are we still here again?” Duo chuckled still high from their game while they went to dinner. “This is fine for now,” Trowa explained while he squeezed Quatre’s hand and tugged him closer. “That’s what you think,” Duo groused opening the door for them. “You haven’t tasted the food yet.” Quatre chuckled which sort of sounded like bells in the air and much to their surprise dinner turned out to be more than palatable. The staff was small and tended to keep their distance but the meal was enjoyable and it was so easy to forget their predicament whenever Quatre smiled. Things went on this way for a few days in which the staff was firmly convinced of his divinity when they repeatedly came upon them in some fantastic situation they believed couldn’t possibly have happened without divine intervention. The handball court came and went as well as a large pool that appeared in Hiiro’s room one afternoon and provided a lovely day for everyone. The halls expanded into a thick jungle when Trowa had a dream of his childhood and Duo got to teach them the sport of pipe grinding which required a landscape of tumble down buildings that very much resembled the streets of L2 and a pile of old skateboards. It was such a happy time they’d almost forgotten their imprisonment until one of the staff showed up one day with a small child attached to his side. “What’s this?” Duo asked. “Visitors aren’t allowed,” Hiiro snipped fearing a breech in security but the forlorn expression in the young soldiers eyes inspired him to listen. “This is Cameron,” he explained specifically to Quatre who was smiling gently at the child. “She’s my niece,” he went on coaxing her into the room. “I heard what they say about you. That you can make miracles,” he stammered nervously but Quatre’s smile eased his mind enough for him to confess, “That you’re an angel.” “He is human,” Duo gently interjected. “Yes, but,” the young man enthused nudging the girl forward. “We’ve seen what he can do so I wondered…I mean I hoped…” Quatre stepped forward choosing to walk instead of his usual hover and held his hand out to the girl while he offered a smile that could have charmed the clouds from the sky. Cameron returned the expression and happily took his hand but shied when he reached for her hat so he crinkled his nose at her and she flushed but allowed him to remove it whereupon Duo groaned painfully when her illness was revealed. “She’s only eight years old,” her uncle explained. “But they said there’s nothing that can be done,” he sniffed touching her bald head affectionately. “Quatre?” Duo whispered when he leaned forward and hugged the child but before they could take a deep breath a soft wind stirred and her light brown hair began to grow. It was shoulder length by the time he released her and smiled into her brightly shining eyes. Her uncle was crying when she turned excitedly to show him her new hair and snatched her up in a fierce hug while he repeatedly thanked anyone who was willing to listen as he took her home. “Was she really healed?” Duo wondered still stunned by the event. “Yes,” Trowa confirmed while he tucked Quatre to his side. Duo’s eyes shifted to Hiiro when Trowa kissed his lover warmly but he instantly turned and walked out leaving Duo to wonder, “What’re we doing here?” “It’s where he wants to be,” Trowa commented. Duo watched him fawn over their charge for a moment before his brow creased indignantly. “He could be out there saving people’s lives!” he snapped. “Instead we’re holed up in here fooling around while you play footsie!” Trowa’s green eyes flashed and he was instantly on his feet. “He knows what he’s doing!” “How could he?!” Duo growled. “This is all he knows!” he shouted flinging a hand at the wall. “Whatever daydreams he pulls out of our heads and the best way to let his backbone slip while you nail him down!” “Watch your mouth,” Trowa warned angrily. “You’ve no reason to insult Quatre just because you’re too stupid go after what you want!” “What’s that supposed to mean!?” Duo snapped growing so angry he shoved at him. “Go ask Hiiro!” Trowa retorted shoving back but instantly found himself pinned to the wall in a death grip while Duo glared hatefully into his eyes. “Don’t go spouting off about shit you don’t understand!” Duo growled while violet lightening danced in his eyes but it eased when Trowa glanced at Quatre and informed him… “He understands.” Duo’s gaze shifted to their friend who was standing by peacefully watching and realized he was less than two inches from ripping his lover’s eyes out yet he stood by and did nothing. The fact that he could have easily stopped him was not lost to him when he released him and his remorse shone in his eyes when he mumbled his apology and left. The next day the base was overrun with desperate people begging for a miracle as the news of Cameron’s recovery was spreading fast. “He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” Duo sighed while he peeked out the window at the news vans and salvation seekers. “There was no way to keep her recovery a secret,” Hiiro commented. “It’s time to go.” “This way,” a young woman in a military uniform instructed while she attempted to drape a dark blue cloak over Quatre’s head and shoulders but it vanished the moment it touched him leaving her to stand gaping in the hall while his friends took him out. “Is it just me,” Duo commented once they were in the car because the crowd around the gate had gone unerringly quiet and subdued as they approached, “Or does it seem like he’s getting stronger?” Quatre smiled at him then looked out the window at the faces of the people they were passing by and each one that met his gaze smiled while their eyes began to sparkle and shine in a most inhuman way. “You answered their prayers,” Hiiro surmised and received a happy grin from their resident angel. “Geez, this is going to cause utter chaos,” Duo groaned sinking down in the seat. “Trust him,” Trowa advised and Duo’s eyes shifted to Hiiro but he was looking out the window so he didn’t see. ~ * ~ tbc... |
