see chap. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
+ Chapter 2
I could *not* fucking *believe*
this. I had never in my entire life had a mission go so damn bad so damn
fast. One minute Heero and I were mere days - maybe even only hours -
away from finding the evidence we needed to prove that the resort hotel
was merely a cover for a weapons manufacturing plant and the next I was
throwing construction materials and scaffolding off of my partner's pale,
still body and trying to figure out whether it was just bad luck or something
more ominous that caused the damn thing to collapse right when we were
walking by. 'Retrograde amnesia. Of all the stupid fucking things to go
wrong... After all the times he's hit his head before why the hell did
he pick this time to end up with *amnesia* for god's sake?!'
Now my partner thought we were really married and was clinging to me in
a way that would have had me over the moon with delight if he was in his
right mind. But we weren't and he wasn't and I was going to have to walk
one hell of a narrow line for the next few days. Heero's confused, frightened
face reminded me all too clearly of Trowa's when I found him at the circus
that time after he'd lost *his* memory. Vulnerable and so damn easily
Seeing Heero like that was doing some seriously nasty messing with my
mind. I had thought that I'd killed those wishes for something other than
a damn good working relationship a long time ago. Turned out they were
just biding their time, waiting to catch me with my guard down. Seeing
Heero like this, with *his* guard down, with all those damn emotional
shields from his training gone without a trace, was tearing *my* defences
down faster than I could shore them back up again.
It would be bad enough dealing with him in this vulnerable state if he
at least knew what the hell was going on. But he didn't and I couldn't
fill him in. Not only was I none too sure that he could handle the whole
truth right now but that "accident" had my street sense screaming "trap"
for all it was worth. I didn't dare take the chance that we weren't being
monitored and try telling him who we really were and what we were doing
here. Heero himself would be the first one to agree.
The Preventers had been watching this old resource satellite for quite
some time now and they were pretty damn sure it was home to a large weapons
manufacturing plant. Not mobile suits, just weapons - but heavy ones and
a lot of them. The resort hotel that had been - and was still being -
built was just a cover for all the deliveries and the heavy resource usage.
But pretty damn sure wasn't good enough. We needed concrete evidence before
we could justify a raid on it. And thus Max and Odin Wells were sent off
on their honeymoon at the resort.
It had been a damn awkward mission from the start. Holding hands and calling
each other koi and love and darling and sweetheart and a dozen other pet
names. Me playing the slightly ditsy, loud, brash American and Heero starring
as the quiet, introspective, long-suffering Japanese unfortunate enough
to have married me; me keeping people distracted and him surreptitiously
taking photos and planting bugs.
Me enjoying all the contact that Heero was allowing me to get away with
in the name of the mission and wishing that it wasn't all just pretend.
But it was and the problem had just gotten a hell of a lot worse. Heero
believed we were really married and was looking to me for comfort and
reassurance. Which I'd be more than happy to give him - except that I
had to remember that sooner or later *he* would remember and things would
go back to the way they were. Assuming that I hadn't let myself get too
far out of line and wrecked our working relationship that is.
Then there was the mission itself which was now thoroughly screwed. And
I couldn't even call for backup; not when I strongly suspected that if
we hadn't actually been made, we were at least under observation. Now
that I had a partner needing protection instead of providing backup, I
was going to have to be damn careful if I wanted to get us both out of
this alive. Especially if I intended to finish the mission too.
I looked down at where Heero was curled trustingly against me and stifled
a sigh. I'd hoped that those few vague references I'd worked into my conversation
with him would be enough to trigger some memories but evidently not. I
didn't dare to try anything more obvious. Even if I swept the room for
bugs *again*, there were plenty of ways to eavesdrop without leaving visible
evidence. And if there was anything there, I couldn't do anything about
it without tipping off whoever was monitoring us that I was onto them
anyhow. So there wasn't a hell of a lot of use wasting time searching
for bugs. Oh, I'd check when I got a chance but it was safer to just assume
that nothing that was said or done in the entire place was ever completely
'This mission is *so* screwed...'
If Heero was going to cling this closely to me, I really didn't know how
the hell I was going to finish the mission. We'd had everything all set
for me to do a little "nighttime" reconnaissance tonight but I didn't
think I could leave Heero alone for that long; the concussion alone made
that a bad idea even without the amnesia to complicate matters. Plus I
really would prefer to know I had backup available if I needed it before
I started getting too adventurous. We'd had an agent - a pretty good one
- who had infiltrated the workforce here go missing a month or so ago;
never did find a trace of him and frankly I didn't think we ever would.
Trash incinerators burned damn hot and the hotel had one hell of a big
'We're supposed to check in with more info in two days. If we miss that
check-in, Wufei and Sally will come in after us. I think the best bet
is to just sit tight, keep playing the part, and skip the check-in. Let
the mission ride till they show up and I've got some backup again. Who
knows, maybe Heero will get his memory back before then and we'll be able
to wrap this up ourselves after all.'
And if he didn't - well, I'd at least have a few days of "let's pretend"
to remember. I just had to keep reminding myself that it *was* just pretending
and make sure I didn't take advantage of the situation. No matter how
tempting it might be.
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