Pairing: will be 1+2+1/1x2x1; reference to past 1xR (Rx1?)
Disclaimer: If I owned GW, I would be happy. I am happy. But to draw the
conclusion that I own GW from those statements would be to affirm the
consequent, and would therefore be an invalid argument. See?
Warnings: Part 2 has no warnings. In future parts there will be, in descending
order of size: shonen ai and yaoi; lemons and limes; angst; violence,
but it may only be implied. This is an AU fic. For all other notes, please
see part 1.
+ Part 2
Heero locked the cell door
behind his empty-eyed prisoner. The boy hadn't said anything beyond what
they already knew, but they had enough to charge him so that, Heero had
been assured, was good enough. Inwardly he sighed at that attitude: it
was a necessary one to do his job, but he was not capable of feeling that
way. It wasn't enough to do the job adequately, it should be right; the
most positive outcome should be aimed for always. His inability to adjust
to their way of thinking was one of the reasons he was miserable. He admired
the role of the police greatly, and tried his best to achieve the right
results... but people wouldn't cooperate. The criminals refused to see
the route that was most beneficial, and his colleagues tried to explain
that his standards were so high it would be nearly impossible to live
up to his perfectionist targets. And so, he was frustrated. It was all
compromise, negotiationóRelena's job, not his! He was a man of
action. He wanted things to happen: wanted his job to be what policing
God, he missed being in the Preventers. He loved feeling that he was really
preventing peace being broken, lives being lost; although he was thankful
for the stability of a system which meant he investigated people's greed
more than their violence, he felt more thankful when he was closer to
that violence. Preventers gave him a chance to really appreciate peace
by showing him how close it came to being taken away. Preventers dealt
with the bomb scares, the arms dealers. There was such a thrill to stopping
these people and events, the feeling of really having a purpose, in a
It has been four years since he'd had the opportunity to feel that thrill...
Relena had seen to that. He wouldn't forget, he knew, but... she knew
best. She was always so much stronger than him: she used her mind, rather
than the weapons that Heero had had to wield. He had been forced, by his
own inadequacy, to resort to violence, where she stopped the war using
just her words. The world was in her debt. So when, at the end of the
war, she had suggested they get married, who was he to refuse? It was
already certain she would play a key role in peacetime politics, so he
thought it would only be right that he be there to protect her. It was
part of his duty as a Preventer.
But it wasn't long before she herself decided to strip him of that duty.
Being a Preventer, she said, was too warlike an occupation. He had to
agree that it didn't look too good, a pacifist diplomat whose husband
spent his time working daily on target practice and top secret surveillance
and intelligence work, often highly involved with the military. And so
he suggested he join the police force instead.
Due to his previous experience, he was easily able to become a detective,
and achieve a high rank at a younger age than anyone before him. He was
proud of his achievements, of course he was... but the thrill... did not
exist. Not even a sense of satisfaction at results, because so often they
were brought about through compromise. He wondered vaguely when it was
that he'd begun to feel miserable; when he'd left the colony? There were
lots of things to think about then, lots of things he had to do. Alone;
but Heero had always thrived on responsibility. Had it been during the
war, then? But that was the period when he had found out that he wasn't
alone; just at the time when it has begun to feel futile, endlessóhe
had discovered the other groups, sent, like him, from the colonies to
earth. There had been others, later, back in space; small bands of rebels,
but organised into efficient fighting groups, highly trained.
Except himóhe had been sent alone, in that mobile suit. The unique
mobile suit... No-one knew it had been him; no-one except those who sent
him, and Relena. She had seen him, an accident but it couldn't be helped.
She admired his strength, she said, wanted it for herself; how had she
not seen how much stronger than him she already was? She knew what was
best, and could achieve it; so he left the Preventers when she suggested
it. Because it must be the right thing to do. Was that when he had begun
to feel miserable? Maybe it was.
He sat down at his desk, not really remembering the walk back up to his
office from the cells. A memo on his monitor flashed; he clicked and read.
The formal dinner tonight for the opening of the Earth Sphere summit.
He hadn't forgotten, but had pushed it as far to the back of his mind
as he could. He loathed these occasions now. When he had been a Preventer,
there had always been something to do, security arrangements to take care
of, surveillance to organise, teams to supervise. But now... hours sitting
at the head of the table, next to a light so bright it dazzled him. Relena's
glow put him firmly in the field of vision, brought him out of the shadows
he preferred. But, for all that, he was ignored. Stared at, like in a
cage, but all focus was on Relena. He would be silent all nigh, listening
to people talk about him, not to him. If they did speak to him, it would
be earnest sycophancies about Relena, or polite small talk about nothing
at all. Hypocrites, with pretentious speeches. Nothing else to do. He
clenched his fist silently; an invisible show of defiance. His nails dug
into his palm: hidden strength. He switched his work sense back on and
filtered his anger, hoping to turn it, as usual, into motivation. He read
the promised notes from the duty sergeant intently, but he had to leave,
or Relena would be... upset.
So he put on his raincoat, shut down his system and left without a word.
Driving home, thinking about the information the duty sergeant had sent
him. Not so much information, just some points to think about; oddly enough,
about the conference. Some points to check and re- check, making sure
of security. He would do, he knew. If he could, he would do it tonight.
The people who decided the way the world worked... It was not his place
to be one of them, so in compensation he must protect them.
He drove unseeingly up the drive to Relena's home; it belonged to Relena,
even though he did live there as well. It was one of her many houses,
though it was the one she called home. He no longer noticed the elaborate
gardens or wide bay windows or the heavy wooden double doors that led
into the hallway. He supposed Relena had never noticed these things: she
had always known such surroundings.
She wasn't around, that he could see or hear as he walked to their bedroom
to change for this function. He dressed smartly in a dark blue suit and
tie; no formal military dress uniform, Relena wouldn't allow it. No reminders
of his life as a soldier remained: certainly, there were few of his early
days, shrouded in secrecy; but later, when the war was over, those involved
had been recognised for their deeds. The ones who were found, and accepted,
that is. Heero was never sure how he came to be one of that group: he
had been good at what he did, he explained it to himself simply, maybe
even the bestóbut it wasn't needed anymore... and he was glad.
He was ready now, clean and dressed and presentable. Relena met him at
the bottom of the stairs, elegant in a silvery two-piece and simple white
blouse. She nodded her approval at his own clothes and took his arm as
they left. Chauffer-driven to the summit venue, a sprawling complex populated
by politicians, diplomats and security professionals.
"I have to greet everyone as they arrive. It's my responsibility,
seeing as it's in my country this time. Is that alright, Heero?"
"Yes. There are some things I want to look at myself." She only
asked his approval to make sure he was listening; he always listened,
even if he didn't respond, but he let her know anyway, then turned immediately
and headed back out.
Walked briskly, quietly, unnoticed around the outer perimeter of the complex,
comparing in his mind what he saw with the notes he had read earlier.
Whoever had supplied the information obviously knew what they were talking
about. He checked the cameras, alarms, monitors and the guards themselves,
finding all to be satisfactory; he would probably have checked anyway,
but it was comforting to know someone else thought the same as him, someone
wanted to be certain. The duty sergeant said it was that young man. Duo
Maxwell. Those eyes. Heero wondered what his role was, and why he was
concerned about security at the conference.
But he was back in the main hall now, weaving through overdressed guests
and pompous politicians. It was nearly time for the dinner to begin, so
at least he wouldn't have to mingle with them for too long...
But then... Something familiar. A voice, just like in the police station.
Again, too far away to hear the words, but he knew. That leader's voice;
even here, amongst the real and elected leaders of the Earth Sphere, a
person with a voice like that could only be in charge. Even when he was
silent, even when not the centre of attention: Heero would know.
He was getting closer. More of the words were decipherable. He looked
around, and saw.
The young man was with a group; Heero saw Relena was nearby too, smiling,
shiningóbut not like him. Heero was good at spotting them: a gang
of criminals caught and in the cells, he could tell which was the leader
amongst them even if he never said a word. And even if he wasn't the ringleader
of the gang.
But then an ageing politician blocked his view. The older man, when he
realised he was in front of his host's spouse, attempted pleasantries.
Heero didn't say a word, but the man continued in a politely and falsely
jolly way, not noticing Heero's silence.
Trapped. Suddenly, a hand on his arm.
"Detective Inspector Yuy? Nice to see you again. Would you mind,
I would like a word..." Heero glanced back at the older gentleman,
and found he couldn't even see him; he seemed to have faded back to become
nothing, assimilated into another conversation. He glanced at his new
companion as they walked to an empty spot.
"I came to rescue you. You looked like you needed it. I'm Duo Maxwellówe
met at the police station earlier?"
Heero looked at the open expression on his face. "I remember."
"So what are you doing here? If you've been checking out what I told
you, I'm impressed."
Heero smiled slightly. "Yes, I have." Before the young man could
vocalise the pleased expression on his face, he continued. "But the
main reason I'm here is my wife."
"Oh, is she with the delegation?"
"Yes, she is the Sanq Kingdom representative."
His companion's eyes widened. "Relena Peacecraft? I had no idea.
She didn't take your name."
Duo smiled. "I suppose hers was already established as a ... symbol."
Heero nodded, then thought to finally ask the question he had wondered
about. "What about you? Why are you here?" Heero thought the
young man must be in security, and almost certainly chief: he couldn't
imagine him running errands for anyone else.
"Me? Heh. I'm a diplomat too."
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