Rating: this part - PG-13ish
Warnings: AU, OOC, murder, angst, slight bastardization of some characters
Disclaimers: don't own 'em. never will. 'nuff said.
Heero stood outside the hospital
room door, looking in through the small pane of glass at the sleeping
figure of his lover. Duo looked so small and pale against those stark
white sheets. It pained Heero to see him like this - frail and helpless...
and there wasn't anything Heero could do to help except wait, watch, and
Heero turned to see a blonde woman, hair twisted into two pigtails, standing
a few feet away. She wore a white lab coat and held a chart in her hand.
He hadn't spoken to her before, but had seen her tending to Duo after
he'd been brought in to the hospital two days earlier.
"Doctor," he said in greeting. He turned his attention back
to Duo. "How is he?"
"You... know what happened to him." It was more of a statement
than a question.
"Aa. I was there."
"I see," she replied softly. "He has a concussion, and
we'd like to keep him here for a few days for observation to make sure
there are no lasting effects due to the drug he was given." She moved
closer to peer sadly into the room over Heero's shoulder. "There...
was evidence of forced penetration but... no tearing and minimal bruising.
I think you stopped it before... too much harm was done."
"How much is too much?" he murmured, his heart aching as he
watched Duo's brow crease in his sleep.
The lady doctor was silent for a long moment before she continued. "There
may be a small blessing. Duo doesn't remember much about the incident.
The blow to his head, the drug... it's erased his short term memory. In
time he may regain those memories but for now, it's a blessing in disguise.
He can recover from his physical injuries before he starts working on
his mental ones."
"Can I go in and see him?"
"Yes. We've given him a mild sedative, but it should be wearing off
soon. It would be good for him to wake up to a familiar face."
"Thanks," he mumbled without looking at her, then pushed open
the door and stepped quietly into the room.
He approached the bed and sat down in a chair someone had placed nearby.
He reached out and took Duo's hand, folding it in his own, never wanting
to let go.
The boy on the bed stirred. Heero held his breath as violet eyes slowly
opened to regard him.
"H...Heero?" Duo's voice was cracked and dry.
"I'm here Duo. You're safe."
Duo turned his gaze to the ceiling. Heero squeezed his lover's hand tightly,
half afraid Duo was going to shy away from him. Instead, the young man
sighed and whispered, "I'm thirsty."
Heero noticed a Tupperware pitcher and a cup sitting on the night stand
next to the bed. Reluctantly removing his hand from Duo's, he helped his
young lover prop himself up before pouring him some water. Duo drank it
down quickly, then handed the cup back to Heero, smiling gratefully at
him as he leaned back against the pillows.
"How do you feel, Duo?" Heero asked gently.
"My head feels like a herd of elephants have decided to use it as
a soccer field," Duo replied ruefully.
"That would be the concussion." Heero squirmed uncomfortably
in his seat before broaching the subject he dreaded to face. "Did
the doctors... tell you what happened?"
Duo's smiled faded, his face becoming a stone mask as he looked away.
"Do you... remember any of it?"
Liquid violet eyes blinked away tears. "I... remember parts. Not
all." A sob burst from his lips as he tried to curl in on himself,
away from Heero.
The Japanese detective left his chair to sit on the edge of the bed. As
gingerly as possible he gathered Duo's trembling form into his arms, slowly
rocking him back and forth, rubbing soothing circles along his back with
"I'm sorry, Heero. I'm so sorry."
"Shh, Duo. There's nothing to be sorry for."
"But I didn't trust you! I found that knife. I thought... I thought
you'd killed her. I ran straight to him. I... let him do things
to me. I let him and I... I..."
"Duo, no! You did not let him do anything. He drugged you!"
He drew Duo away far enough to look into the boy's eyes. "Don't ever
think that you let him do those things to you. He manipulated you.
He manipulated both of us. None of this is your fault." He
leaned down and kissed Duo on the lips. Hard. "I will never ever
blame you for what happened. And you must never blame yourself. Please
The long-haired teen sniffed and rubbed his eyes. "Do you... do you
really mean that?"
"Of course I do." He kissed Duo again. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Heero." He snuggled deeper into Heero's embrace.
"Is it really over this time? No more surprises?"
Heero hesitated. "There will be a trial. You may have to testify.
But it's over. He won't be able to hurt you anymore. I promise."
Duo sniffed again. "I can't believe Zechs... he was always so nice
to me... why, Heero?"
"He fooled us all, Duo. Dammit, I should have suspected something.
The night Mueller came to your apartment... Trowa said he'd mentioned
knocking one cop downstairs unconscious. We found Zechs's partner
knocked out in the patrol car. I found Zechs on the stairs, supposedly
unconscious. I even checked his pulse. It was beating fast. Your
heart doesn't beat fast when you're unconscious. That should have clued
me in. But it didn't. Dammit, if I had just realized that..."
It was Heero's turn to turn away, guilty.
"No! Don't Heero!" Duo forced Heero's head around to look at
him. "If I'm not allowed to feel guilty, neither are you! Do you
Heero gave his lover a small smile. "I don't know if I can but...
"Good." Duo laid his head back on Heero's chest and yawned.
"I'm still tired. Can I go home yet?"
"Not yet. The doctors want to keep you here for a little while, just
to be safe." He half-expected Duo to protest.
"Okay." He reached up and brushed his fingers lightly over the
fading bruise on Heero's face. "What about you? You're not hurt are
"No. It's just superficial." Duo yawned again. "Why don't
you get some sleep, koi."
"Okay." Duo let Heero help him to lie back on the pillows. Before
Heero could slip off the bed, Duo grabbed his hand. "Stay with me?"
"Of course, Duo-love. I'll stay forever."
Weeks passed. Fall gave away into a dreary, unusually cold winter. Christmas
was fast approaching, and with it, the trial of Milliardo Peacecraft III.
Senator Peacecraft called in some favors to get the ball rolling on the
trial. No one wanted it to be drawn out for months in court.
Duo became increasingly apprehensive and nervous as the trial date approached,
but with Heero's support and the help of a good therapist, he managed
to stay mostly calm through the whole thing. Quatre helped too. The young
doctor had shown up at their apartment the day after Duo was released
from the hospital, crying and begging Duo to forgive him for the angry
words he'd said the day Duo moved out. Duo had hugged his friend and told
him that there was nothing to forgive. The two made up, which was a relief
for Heero. Duo needed all the support he could get.
Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were also there to lend a hand. Duo's
guardians took an immediate liking to Heero, which was somewhat of a shock
to the Japanese cop. He'd thought for sure the priest and the nun would
not approve of his relationship to Duo. But Father Maxwell had taken him
aside one day to reassure him that not only did they approve, they were
overjoyed Duo had finally found someone that made him happy.
"Love is love," the old man had said. "God made you in
His image. And since He does not make mistakes, who and how you
love should not be challenged by any man, lest they wish to question the
will of God."
Duo was happy to see the two people who had acted as Mother and Father
to him for most of his young life. He was overjoyed at their approval,
though a little sad when Sister Helen told Duo to stop coming to the orphanage
on Saturdays to help, at least until the trial was over. Quatre had said
something similar about Duo's job at the clinic. No one wanted to put
any extra strain on the young man. Duo pouted for a few days, feeling
like he was being treated like a child, but when Heero mentioned that
by being given this time off they could spend more time together, Duo's
mood brightened considerably.
But things weren't as great as they could have been. Duo had been absolutely
skittish about making love since that night on the Epyon. He couldn't
remember exactly what had happened, but he remembered enough to make him
nervous about sex. Again with both Heero's and the therapist's help, he
was getting better, but it was taking a long time. Though Heero knew he
could wait forever if needed, Duo blamed himself, and became moody and
sullen whenever the topic was brought up.
Thankfully, Duo's visions seemed to have let up as well. He could still
tell who was on the phone or at the door, but he'd had no more gut wrenching
visions since finding the knife in Heero's desk. Father Maxwell had concluded
that the reason Duo had had the first vision of Relena's death was so
he could meet Heero. Duo had laughed that theory off, but Heero was grateful
to whatever gods had given Duo his gift that it had led to him.
He loved the younger man so completely... he wondered how he had lived
life without Duo in the first place.
The first day of the trial finally arrived. Zechs pled not guilty to all
charges, but Heero assured Duo there was enough evidence to not only convict
him, but put him away for a long, long time. They'd found a domestic servant
in Senator Peacecraft's home who turned state's evidence in exchange for
testifying that Zechs had hired him to poison the old man's food a little
each day so that when he died, it would appear to have been by natural
causes. But the smoking gun was the minute traces of Relena's blood found
in Zechs's car. There was no way Zechs could possible explain that away.
Duo did have to testify, but since he still couldn't remember a lot of
what happened that night, the evidence was presented mostly by eyewitness
(Heero) and doctor's reports on the young man's injuries. Heero was proud
of his little lover. Duo kept his eyes glued on him, never once looking
at Zechs. After his testimony was over, he managed to walk calmly out
of the courtroom before collapsing into a trembling heap in Heero's arms.
The last day of the proceedings was rainy and gray. Duo sat nervously
in the courtroom clutching Heero's hand in a death grip. The jury was
out for only two hours. Both young men waited with breathless anticipation
as the jury foreman read the verdict. Milliardo Peacecraft, a.k.a. Zechs
Merquise was convicted on all charges. The sentencing would take place
the following day, but for Heero and Duo, the ordeal was finally over.
Neither Heero nor Duo went to the sentencing. With Senator Peacecraft
loudly condemning his grandson, they knew Zechs would receive the maximum
sentence - life without parole.
A week after the sentencing, Heero left Duo sleeping in their bed. Treize
had called him in early, wanting to talk to him. Heero hoped it wasn't
to put him on another case. He'd spent the last few weeks working with
prosecutors putting evidence together for the trial. He'd hoped to get
some time off, take Duo away from the city for a little while to give
them both time to forget what had happened.
His meeting with the Captain didn't last long. Treize informed him that
they'd finally found the leak. A secretary thought she could make a few
extra dollars by selling details of certain cases to the press. While
Heero was glad that little annoyance had been taken care of, he'd been
indignant about being called away from his sleeping lover just to hear
the news - until Treize told him the real reason he'd wanted Heero
to come in.
He left the precinct with a light heart and a smile on his face. He made
two stops before rushing home to tell his lover the good news. He was
practically bouncing in the elevator as he rode up to the loft apartment.
This was just the thing he and Duo needed... and just in time for Christmas.
He opened the door to the loft, his breath catching in his throat as he
saw the vision in front of him. Duo stood at one of the picture windows,
looking down at the sidewalk, hair unbound and flowing behind him, wearing
only one of Heero's long shirts. He didn't think his lover had ever looked
more beautiful than he did at that moment. Duo must have heard Heero come
in. He turned and gave Heero a sad smile as his lover shut the door behind
"Good morning, Heero."
"O...ohayo," the dark-haired man stammered. "I mean, good
morning." He lifted the bag in his hand. "I brought breakfast."
"Thanks." Duo wandered over to the kitchen bar, perching delicately
on one of the stools. "You weren't here when I woke up."
"Aa. Sorry. Treize called me in."
Duo sighed. "I figured. He's going to put you on another assignment
"No. He gave me two weeks vacation."
Duo's eyes shot up, a hopeful grin spreading across his features. "Really?"
"Yes. And I have another surprise for you." He took an envelope
out of the bag and handed it to Duo. "Merry Christmas."
Duo raised an eyebrow and opened the envelope. Opening it, he nearly fell
off his stool in shock. "Plane tickets? To Cairns, Australia?"
He looked back up at Heero. "Is this... are we really..."
Heero laughed. "Yes, baka. It's summer there. Sun, sand, beaches,
ocean." He wrapped his arms around his lover and leaned in for a
kiss. "That is... if you want to go."
"Yes! I most definitely want to go!" He kissed Heero in return.
"But I don't have a passport."
"Not to worry. Treize knows someone. They'll be ready for us in plenty
of time before we leave tomorrow."
Another kiss, this time longer and deeper.
A kiss, followed by a moan.
"Yes. Is that too soon?"
Duo pressed himself against his lover. "No but," he was interrupted
by another kiss. "Do we... oooh... do we have to wait until we get
there... to start our vacation?"
Heero pulled away, a questioning look on his face. "Duo, you don't
"What if I want to?" He took one of Heero's hands and guided
it around his waist.
Heero suppressed a groan. "Duo, I..."
"Make love to me, Heero."
Heero swallowed and tried to resist. But one look at those pleading violet
eyes and he lost all resolve. "Duo, if you're sure..."
"I'm sure." He stepped out of Heero's embrace and took him by
the hand, leading him towards the bed. "Now come on, Heero. Let's
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