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"Run"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: NC 17 Warnings: Canon Insert/Late Eve War/Pre EW, Eventual
Lemon (moderate), angst, fluff Pairings: 1x2 Beta’ed by my lovely friend
Mechante Fille ^-^ Thanks babe! *hugs* Summary: A mad dash from the forces that be provides
the boys with an opportunity to explore the deeper workings of their
hearts. "Run "
Ch 1 Touch down was not a pretty thing. I’ve landed on the floor after getting belted in the jaw more gracefully but it’s a little hard to bring down a civilian jet with no landing gear, the number two engine on fire and no runway to land on. I also had half my attention on the second plane that was smashing into the earth not half a mile away. I sure hoped one of these machines had a decent med kit ‘cause Hiiro’s talent for getting banged up was going to cost us dearly if he managed to injure himself badly. The problem with stealing someone else’s jet is that the someone in question will inevitably have personal items in the cockpit. I looked down at the picture of a pretty blonde lady and two adorable kids in the swirling carnage of dust and debris as the plane came to an undignified halt in a stand of trees and wondered if their dad had been in the hanger when it blew. I wished for Deathscythe, it was easier that way but he was safely tucked away in a valley with Wing a hundred miles south of where our pursuers had managed to bring us down. There was no time for remorse, there never was, so I was out of the cockpit, had what little supplies I could find and the rations from the emergency kit in my pack and was beating a path toward my downed teammate before the dust settled on my back. When I found him his ankle was pinned to the cockpit floor by a stray rod that had torn loose. “Why couldn’t you just crash without getting hurt?” I groused, climbing up to help him. I felt my stomach turn over and knew my face was green when he glared at me and jerked the rod out. Seems he was just waiting for me so I could save him from a twenty-foot drop but he’s damn heavy for a scrawny guy and we both ended up on our ass. “Evac,” he groaned, crawling off of me but I lay there for another moment to catch my breath. Turned out to be a moment too long when the jets that had been pursuing us showed up and opened fire. “MOVE!” he barked snatching me up by the front of my shirt so hard my feet didn’t hit the ground for a full three seconds but they were moving damn fast once they did. I have no idea where that guy puts his pain but he was matching me step for step leaving a trail of crimson behind him. Good thing too, ‘cause we just barely made the tree line without getting permanently ventilated. That was all he had in him though, and I grimaced when he went down tumbling head over heels into the brush until he finally came to a stop in a small clearing beneath the canopy. Another wave of random gunfire from the jets sent me into a huddle for a moment where I said a silent prayer that Hiiro hadn’t been hit. He hadn’t but his foot looked pretty bad. “Up and at’em,” I coaxed, dropping him over one shoulder. “Leave me.” “Just shut up and walk,” I growled, forcing him to move. The jets made one more pass but there wasn’t much they could do at that point. They would return to base and let whatever ground force was available deal with us, except that we were us, and I never go anywhere without knowing exactly where all the crawl spaces are. It took me a good thirty minutes to get him down into the valley and find a small cave to hole up in. I had checked the area and discovered it was quite popular with the local spelunking groups which meant there had to be a nice, damp, cold, rock hard place for us to nap for awhile and see if we could put Hiiro’s leg back together. “Will you lean on me?” I grumbled as he tried to walk on his own again. “I can walk.” “Damn it,” I groused more to myself than him cause he just never seems to be listening. “Of all the hard headed… I’m right here, ya know? Just lean on me, we’ll be underground in a minute…” “There’s a cave.” “Yeah, why do you think I’ve been dragging your ass…” “No,” he cut me off shortly. “There’s a cave,” he said again indicating said cavern with a jerk of his head. “Oh.” Well, of course there was a cave. Sheesh, you’d think it was his idea. “We can’t stay here for long,” he informed me as I dumped his heavy ass on the stone floor. “Relax,” I grinned rummaging in my pack. “What are you doing?” The asshole was already tending the leg. Couldn’t wait for help, nope, not this guy. I had never met anyone as righteously tenacious as him. ‘Cept maybe me. “Saving your wiry ass,” I grinned, slipping into the harness I had taken from the jets cockpit. “You have a plan?” he asked, cocking a brow at me. “Don’t you?” I smirked, loving the gall damnedest look of `eat shit` in his eyes. “In the hole, flyboy,” I ordered anchoring a rope to a boulder as I dropped the other end into the darkness. “Do we know what’s down there?” he asked moving to comply and the bastard barely had a limp. He is just freaking… amazing. “We will in a minute,” I smiled, curling a finger at him in that universal `comere` fashion. “I can do it myself.” Sigh. “Fine, after you,” I agreed, ‘cause he damn sure wasn’t falling on my head if he lost his grip. It was only about a fifteen-foot drop, I had heard the rope hit the bottom. He never used his foot which wasn’t surprising and I jerked a wave in the rope once we were down that freed it and let it follow us in the hole. “It’s going to be hard to crawl back out,” he observed. “Be harder if we’re dead,” I reminded him. I realized how much pain he must actually be in when he sank to the floor and curled up to look at his ankle again. “Here, let me see,” I said digging a lamp out of my pack. It really must have been hurting for him to simply lean back and let me take over. The guy has an incredible heal rate but the puncture was all the way through his ankle. Luckily it had missed any major tendons and though he had lost some blood it didn’t look like anything we couldn’t deal with. “You want a pain killer?” “What are you?” he half smiled at me. “Dollar General?” The son of a bitch got the smile. “Stole the med kit from the jet,” I informed him producing the pills. “Are you injured?” he asked, knitting a brow as he looked me over but come on, I wear black and we were in dark cave. “No,” I grinned, washing his ankle a little with some bottled water. “But I figured you would be.” He opened his mouth to grouse about it, glanced at his ankle and closed it again to sulk and I smiled like a happy little demon in a flame. I tried my best not to hurt him while I cleaned and wrapped his ankle, the wound was fairly clean and had pretty much quit bleeding on its own but a man with an injury like that was going to stand out. We were going to have to worry about it later though, because he was already dozing off and I felt like someone had slung me upside a tree. We had both been two days without sleep while we carried out our mission and the fatigue soon took us under. I woke with a hand over my mouth but it smelled like Hiiro so I gave it long enough to confirm it. There was no way to tell what time it was down there in the dark but I could hear the sound of movement above and see the flash of lamp beams on the wall. They were checking the caves; I just hoped they didn’t discover our little hideaway because there was only one way out and nothing to hide behind. I wished Hiiro would back off a little, I was awake now and aware of the danger but he hadn’t released my mouth and I found the presence of his body pressing against mine… disturbing. The guy was as hard as the rocks around us; I’d really hate to try his workout routine. It was hot laying there huddled together in the dark, which I thought was odd since stone is cold and caves never change from seventy-two degrees but then we did have a regiment of enemy troops dancing over our heads. I saw a slight shimmer in the dark and glanced at it realizing it was a shard of light that had gotten caught in Hiiro’s eyes and felt a sharp ripple run through me. He wasn’t looking up at the lights, he was looking at me, at least until I noticed then I felt him look away. It made me wonder if he could see in the dark. What had that crazy old bastard done to him? The stalemate lasted another ten minutes before they moved out and we took a deep breath. Hiiro must have been really exhausted because his hand fell down on my chest as we lay quietly in the shadows. It was weird, made me feel like a couple of pups curled up in the den waiting for mom to come home. Except we were on our own and there wasn’t going to be anyone coming to our aid, we also had to get his wounded ass back out of that hole. “Wait,” he whispered when I tensed to move and I made a note of how strange it felt to have his hand pressing down on my chest. Any other man probably would’ve lost it. “Just a minute more,” he whispered and I kind of figured he was right. It would be better to give our enemies plenty of time to move on. We waited another twenty minutes before making the climb out. I never even heard him grunt so either the pain pills were still working or he had just put a cap on it and got on with the job. It was about three a.m., ten miles to the nearest civilization and colder than a witch’s tit in the wind. “At least the cave was warm,” I grumbled, wrapping my arms around my inadequately clad form but Hiiro was the one I was worried about. Why couldn’t the guy ever wear anything that didn’t bare most of his skin to the elements? There was no way those damn spandex pants were going to keep him warm. “Here,” I offered handing him my over shirt as I walked through the dense forest brush beside him. “I don’t need…” “Just take the damn shirt,” I groused tired of his incessant need to be macho or whatever drove that stupid attitude of his. He was quiet for a moment while he tried to glare the ebony attire into ash but ended up taking it when it didn’t run away screaming. “Thank you,” he managed and I hid the smile under my bangs. “There is a town fifteen miles southwest of here.” “Yep,” I grinned checking the sky and altering our course a bit. “But it’ll be full of cops and Oz and every little vigilante known to man.” Ya know, I really don’t think he found me amusing. “There’s an alternate route,” I told him, getting the raised brow in question I expected.
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