Genre: Action, Drama, Humour (some)
Pairings: 1x5x1, others tba
Warnings: Violence, language, sex, adult situations
Spoilers: Yes, quite a lot for end of series (no EW though)
Feedback: Please! Particularly what you like/don't like about the fic.
Disclaimer:Gundam Wing belongs to its owners (Bandai, Sunset, and a whole
host of others, none of which are me) and I'm not making any money off
of them. Not a single peanut.
AN: Thanks again to Dawna for the beta! Any remaining errors can be blamed
on my last-minute rewriting, as usual.
Arrangement + Chapter 30
Partners, Part II
"True nature and real commitment
are revealed in time of difficulty"
It was leaning over that was the tactical mistake. But the one-time heir
to the Dragon clan did not go down on one knee like an old man to pick
up a book on a shelf!
Leaning forward caused the chair he was steadying himself against to shift
and tilt up on two legs. With his usual speed and reflexes, his good hand
let go of the wobbling chair and caught the low bookshelf to steady him,
sending its contents tumbling. That would have been alright, but the sudden
movement put weight on his knee. The injured one. The cast supported the
knee enough to avoid serious damage but the pain made him flinch. He shoved
away from the bookshelf, trying to get back to his previous one-legged
balance - and overcompensated. His shoulders jerked - his collarbone protested
- he fell backwards - as a last resort he twisted to at least get his
good hand under him as he-
Wufei stared down at the floor, which was at arms-length from giving him
a nasty full-body slap. Three fingers were brushing the linoleum. He hovered
there, thinking muzzily, oh, I didn't know I could do that. He'd jerked
the IV drip of pain-killer and sedative mix from his arm half an hour
ago, but he was still feeling the effects, at least as far as cognitive
and reasoning abilities went.
"Weren't you supposed to stay in bed?" The familiar nasal monotone drawled
above his right ear.
Wufei blinked and tried to turn his head but that hurt. So he looked down
- further than his fingers barely pressing against the linoleum - to where
a strong arm had caught him around the waist. Oh, well, that explained
"I wanted a book."
Heero carefully maneuvered him up and around, avoiding Wufei's taped left
arm. "You're supposed to call the nurse for that."
"I'm not calling a nurse to fetch a book nine feet away from my bed!"
Heero bent over and picked him up with ridiculous ease, not even bothering
to respond to that last remark. Wufei was left to splutter indignantly.
"Put me down! I can walk! This is all your fault!"
His partner glanced down in mild surprise.
"You should have put my books closer to the bed!" Wufei was, it bears
repeating, still under the influence of a mild sedative.
Fuck, why did I ever teach him sarcasm? "Just-...put me down!"
"I will. Over there," Heero announced, jerking his head towards the bed
with the kind of no-argument voice he used to say ‘omae o korosu'. "But
first-" he turned them towards the fallen books. "Which one did you want?"
"All of them."
Heero's arms were barely straining in exertion beneath him. The warmth
of Heero's skin was perceptible through his jacket. Wufei was wearing
a long sleeved tee shirt and loose sweatpants over his cast, the closest
the Ops clinic had gotten him into hospital clothes; the heat seemed to
sear right through his clothing as if they weren't there, and he shivered,
feeling strangely naked in his partner's arms.
"Which one do you want now?" Heero asked patiently.
"All of them!" Wufei snapped. He was cross with his helplessness, his
injuries, with his cast sticking straight out ridiculously. With the remains
of the sedative in his system. With Heero's warmth and strong arms. And
above all with the tiny part of him that wanted to just relax into that
hold and curl up into the warmth and go to sleep.
"I'll go put you down on the bed, then, and bring the books closer," Heero
concluded. He still sounded remarkably patient. Wufei squinted up at him
from his position. If his partner was humoring him-
"I want the analysis and biography of Xu Zhi Mo. The black book," he muttered,
making a 'put me down and I'll get it already' gesture with his good hand.
Heero turned and knelt in one fluid movement. The end of Wufei's gesture
ended up an inch above the designated book. The arms were tight around
him, letting him know that there was no way he was going to be swinging
his feet to the floor a few inches away. Wufei sulkily picked up the book,
and Heero stood again as if he were carrying a damned woman who'd had
a fainting fit. The recipient of his kindness had the feeling his partner
was enjoying this a bit too much; being able to pick up and carry the
stubborn and prideful Chang Wufei -
Heero froze so suddenly it jogged Wufei's collarbone and knee. Wufei glared,
and then he realized where Heero was staring. He'd seen it.
"What...is that?" Heero was looking at him from the corner of his eye
now, as if wondering what kind of drugs the hospital had given him. The
expression was even more curious seen from Wufei's current angle.
"That is what will ornament Maxwell's tombstone as soon as I can walk
"Ah. Maxwell." A relieved smile flickered at the corner of Heero's mouth.
He was almost grinning as he looked at it again. Wufei turned his
head to glare too. The bright orange, stuffed dragon, two feet high, with
a medallion reading 'Get Well!' around its neck, stared back from the
bedside table where the nurse insisted on putting it each time Wufei threw
it into the darkest corner he could find.
"Why don't you get rid of it?" Heero still wasn't moving; he was holding
his partner easily and lightly, as if he were a child. Wufei wondered
if you could pop a vein in sheer indignant embarrassment.
"Well...it's a gift," he muttered, concentrating on Heero's question to
avoid dwelling on his position. "It's not something you can throw away."
The idea of such informality and rudeness hurt him almost as much as the
sight of it.
The smile disappeared from Heero's mug like water evaporating on a skillet.
"You're taking it back with you?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep in the study. You won't have to look at it. I'll
give it to someone's kid at Christmas next year."
"It'll be in a box. Out of sight. I know I'm a guest in your house, Yuy.
Well, now it is a guest too," Wufei declared waspishly and slapped
Heero's shoulder to get him moving again.
Heero stared at it for a few more bemused seconds then carried
Wufei towards the bed. The injured man bit back a groan as Heero laid
him down. The ligaments in his knee had been snapped in the accident.
A surgeon had repaired them through keyhole surgery yesterday, once the
swelling in his brain had gone down, permitting anesthesia. Ceramic alloy
had been injected into his broken clavicle at the same time, repairing
the bone, leaving only a few stitches as a visible sign of injury. He'd
been afforded the best of modern care, and he was going to be back on
his feet at a remarkable rate considering his injuries. Why then did he
still feel like shit?
"Why did you rip out the drip of pain-killer?"
"I feel fine! I don't need any drugs."
Heero nodded - at least Heero understood that, one hundred percent. Sally,
on the other hand, when she showed up on the next of her all-too-frequent
visits, would undoubtedly have kittens.
Wufei glared grumpily at his partner who'd gone to pick up a few of the
books and carry them and the low book shelf back towards the bed.
"Weren't you supposed to get me out of here today?"
Heero put down the shelf right next to the bed, concentrating on the task
and not looking at Wufei. "Sally decided to keep you in ICU another day
or two for observation."
"What?! And you agreed?!"
"Chang, four days ago you were run over by a car going at over sixty miles
per hour. Most people would be dead." Heero glared at the book he was
holding, leaving Wufei to wonder fuzzily what the poet Li Bai had ever
done to the soldier. "You had a severe concussion, your collarbone-"
"- was snapped in two places, my shoulder blade was cracked, the ligaments
and muscles of my right leg were torn, the cartilage mushed up...Sally
gives me the total every time she comes to see me, and she comes around
a lot! Anyway, this is all your fault!"
Heero gave him that patient 'now what's he come up with' look again.
"You're the one who scared that poor woman into fleeing the pool naked!"
"I didn't force her to get into her car and mow you down."
"You scared the shit out of her!"
"And I already apologized for that. Shall I do it again?" Heero asked,
perfectly indifferent. He had no self-consciousness; he'd apologize every
ten seconds for the next ten hours until Wufei's ears started to bleed
if he thought that could get his cranky partner off his back. Wufei, the
wind effectively robbed from his sails, grumbled and slouched back against
the padded cushion that still managed to hurt his shoulder.
He wanted out. This place was trying his nerves. He didn't like hospitals
at the best of times, and as a patient...he felt helpless. He wasn't supposed
to walk, and his left arm was taped to his chest, to make sure that the
compound fracture in his shoulder didn't get any worse while the ceramic
alloy settled firmly into the bone. His gun arm was intact, bar a few
cuts and bruises, but that didn't matter since he didn't have a weapon
anyway. Heero, in an act of treason Wufei was still very angry about,
had refused to return the favor from Berlin and smuggle Wufei's Luger
past Sally, insisting that this was the Ops clinic and quite safe.
The problem with the Ops clinic - which, granted, was safer than a regular
hospital - was that it made it easy for people to drop by and visit. Apparently
the novelty of Chang Wufei getting himself laid out by a car still hadn't
worn off. Sam passed by on a daily basis to poke fun at him. So did agent
Louis Armand, though he was infinitely more suave about it. Every other
person Wufei knew came by to say 'hi' on the way to their desks. Une had
dropped by a couple of times to comment dryly about his suspect apprehension
technique. Even Anthea had shown up to gloat and promise to hold his paperwork
for him for when he got better. And Sally! Lucrezia Noin had resigned
two months ago and disappeared off to Mars after getting a letter from
a friend or something - Wufei hadn't really paid attention to the details
- so Sally was now head of the clinic and worked in the anti-biochemical
weapons division next door as well. She was here almost every hour. Today,
she'd been by three times already; she kept laughing and chatting with
him. They should check for fumes in that bloody lab of hers.
Heero was getting the fallen books. He'd only been by once so far; he'd
been busy finishing the arrests they'd set up, and interrogating Hunter.
Wufei was rather pissed off at his partner for not keeping him a bit better
informed, or dropping by to say 'hi', even. Of course, Heero was busy.
And he was going to be even busier for the next few weeks, if what agent
Armand had said was true...Armand had just casually dropped the information
this morning on his way to the combat course. 'Une is sending me with
Heero on that mission in Minsk. Don't worry, Wufei! It's not a particularly
dangerous job. I'd say that I'll take care of him, but we both know that
it's more likely to be the other way around!'
Wufei's mood, not the best the past few days, had taken a definite nose-dive
after that. He was sure that, later, he'd feel sorry for the way he'd
treated that nurse who came in to change his dressing. Now he was just
waiting for Heero to tell him. Explain why Wufei wouldn't be seeing him
at all for a few weeks. Not that he'd seen Heero much these past few days,
Hell, what was that irritating partner of his doing now? Heero was slowly
putting away the stacks of books, glancing at a few titles. He was ordering
them alphabetically within the languages and dusting them off while he
was at it.
"You'll make some lucky guy a good wife one day, Yuy," Wufei muttered,
annoyed at the fussing.
"Screw you, Chang," Heero countered without much rancour.
"Just leave it-"
"Don't they ever dust in here? This can't be hygienic for the patients.
Or did you scare the nurses so much that they only come in here to increase
your sedative dose?"
Wufei looked at his partner out of the corner of his eye. That had been
more amused than critical. Last time Heero had visited, he'd sounded almost
cross with Wufei for having the gall to get himself run over, and taking
both himself and a now partner-less Heero out of front-line duty. Today
it appeared Heero was humoring him. Probably relieved knowing he was going
to be out into the field again soon.
"Apparently I'm meant to rest to get better," Wufei growled, attempting
to squish the previous thought. "And I can't do that with some damn twit
fussing around cleaning things up twice a day."
"This place isn't so bad, now that Sally's in charge," Heero observed,
as he slotted some more books into place. "She understands the requirements
of soldiers. Security has been considerably increased since my stay here,
and she's set aside small rooms on this floor for long-stay patients.
With locks on the door. Allows nurses and physiotherapists to pass by,
meals can be delivered, but it still gives the patient a sense of security."
Sense of security...there was only one place Wufei felt safe. Damn, his
leg was aching, he'd put too much weight on it earlier...
"I heard they hired an excellent physiotherapist as well, specializes
in injuries to athletes." Bloody hell, Heero was being almost as chatty
as Sally had been earlier. She'd also gone on and on about improvements
to the clinic, these wonderful rooms she'd set up for long-stay patients.
Of course, she was allowed to be proud of her work but Wufei-...
Wufei rubbed his face with his hand, defeated; his voice was soft and
muffled. "I just want to go home."
"Your leg will require some work," Heero absently righted the fallen stuffed-toy
dragon he'd knocked over and went to pick up the rest of the books. "You
probably won't be able to take active duty-....what...did you say?"
Wufei glanced at Heero's suddenly rigid back. His partner's hands were
on the last stack of books but he wasn't lifting them.
"I don't care how proud Sally is of her clinic, Yuy, I want out of here
now, not tomorrow," Wufei groused, trying to get comfortable on the goddamn
pillow, hopefully for the last time. "I hate this place. It's loud, people
drop by unexpectedly, and they're keeping that psycho bitch Hunter three
doors away from here, to treat her leg while she's being interrogated!
I can't get any sleep because the night nurse does rounds every other
hour! I know I can't actually do any fighting for a few weeks, but I can
stay at the workshop and work on some files on my laptop, write case reports,
do some background checking- just do something."
"So you want to go...?" Heero still hadn't turned around; he was straightening
the pile of books again, he seemed intent on getting their spines lined
"I want to go back to the safe-house!" Wufei snapped, wondering why this
was such a surprise. "I want to sleep in my own bed, not this collection
of foam and lumps. Is there a problem?"
"No, no problem." Heero finally stood and turned, his arms crossed severely
over his chest but his shoulders slightly hunched. He seemed confused,
uneasy, as if he was confronting a situation he hadn't expected and didn't
know how to deal with. Wufei frowned, not sure what had startled his partner.
He just wanted to go back to his rooms in Heero's converted workshop,
with its high-tech security system and a good training area. Heero had
practically set fire to the clinic in Ops to get out when he had been
injured, and get back to somewhere Safe, their controlled environment.
He should expect Wufei to have a similar reaction.
Heero stared at the stuffed dragon for a few seconds - without actually
seeing it since he wasn't making any snide remarks or wincing. Then he
headed towards the door, leaving the books on the floor behind him.
"I'll go talk to Une," he threw over his shoulder.
"Uh? You mean Sally- Yuy?" Wufei stared at the closed door. What had that
He glared at the ceiling for a few minutes. That had become his hobby
here. Though he had his books, and he even went through some on occasion,
he couldn't actually concentrate enough to work on his scholastic essays.
This place wasn't his territory. And he felt cut off from active life.
Like they'd shunt him into a corner, disposed of him; Yuy was out there,
working, fighting, and Wufei was left here to rot, and he barely got to
see his partner except in passing.
The door opened, causing him to start; he'd dozed off.
"Chang? What's this Yuy says? You want to leave?"
Wufei tried to sit up a bit straighter to nod at Une. What was she doing
here? And he was leaving soon anyway, what was the big deal?
"Commander. I know Sally wants to keep me under observation for a couple
more days, but I don't think that's necessary. I doubt I'll drop dead
Une glanced at Heero in surprise. "Didn't you tell him?"
Heero shrugged. "I don't think he'll be interested."
"So you didn't tell him."
"Tell me what?" Wufei frowned, looking from his boss to his partner in
"Sally has decided that it might be best if you stayed here for a couple
of weeks," Heero explained carefully, as if picking up a live anti-personnel
Which went off in his face right on cue.
"You're going to need intense physiotherapy for the damaged muscles and
ligaments in your leg, someone has to help you with that," Une pointed
out impatiently. "And you can't drive here, in your present state. You
can't even -
"I'll be fine!" Wufei snapped. "I can take a taxi here for Sally's torture
"You can't walk, Chang! Not for a week at least. The ligaments in your
leg have just been repaired!"
"I'm-" Maybe telling her about his little adventure to the book shelf,
using the chair as a crutch, wasn't a good idea. "I'll be fine, just give
me a stick and a brace-"
"You have stairs, Chang! Do you have no common sense?!" Une was
doing a spectacular imitation of Sally. Giving him a foretaste of the
real thing...maybe if he begged, Heero would leave Wufei a weapon after
"Chang will be capable of limited mobility very quickly," Heero put in
suddenly. "Sally underestimates his capacity to recuperate after injury.
We can both work online, and I can drive Chang here for his appointments.
I can also assist with any take-downs or two-day missions you can give
me once Sally gives Chang a crutch. You get two agents on limited duty
instead of one agent in need of a proper partner and someone on sick leave."
There was a definite take-it-or-leave it in his tone. Une frowned dangerously
Limited...duty...? Wufei stared at Heero, trying to figure out what the
Une was scowling. "But I wanted you to go-"
"It'd be more efficient to have me help Chang get back in the field quicker,
than having him waste his time here. I know a lot about treating and retraining
after injury, I can help him with his physiotherapy," Heero announced
Une's widened eyes flickered towards Wufei with a look that clearly stated:
'You poor bastard, you.' Wufei rather agreed.
"Yuy..." He'd just figured out that Heero was offering to be his live-in
nurse or something and the idea was making him choke.
The glare he got in return effectively silenced him. Wufei could hold
his own in a fight - verbal or physical - against Heero, but that look
he never argued with. Heero had made up his mind, with the kind of implacable
determination with which he'd shot down Libra. Well, if Heero didn't want
to waste his talents on mid-level mission with Armand, and decided instead
that it would be more efficient to put his time into getting Wufei back
on his feet, that made some sense, Wufei rationalized hesitantly. And
at least Wufei wouldn't have to stay in the clinic. He looked away wretchedly,
in unspoken assent, and Heero decreased the intensity of the glare a bit
and turned it on Une instead.
Une had been looking from one to the other slowly during all this unspoken
"You're sure, Heero? This is a bit above and beyond your duties as a Preventer."
"We're partners," Heero replied and crossed his arms as if there was really
nothing left worth discussing.
"Partners...Yes, I've been wondering about that." Une said distantly.
She glanced at Heero who was staring back at her with a complete obdurateness
that Wufei would have envied. Her eyes became cold and hard, and her voice
was harsh as she snapped: "Very well. Take him home, Yuy. I expect you
both ready for duty ASAP."
She stepped out the door and closed it behind her sharply. The two men
glanced at each other, slightly puzzled; even mildly sedated, Wufei noted
that he'd not heard Une's steps move away from the room. After a few seconds
of silence, there was shuffle at the door and a small knock.
"Er..." Wufei stared as the door opened.
Une didn't look angry anymore. Her face was calm, the corners of her mouth
slightly down-turned. She only stuck her head and shoulders past the half-open
door. Her eyes looked tired, sad and a trifle wary, and she glanced obliquely
"Just for...just for my own information. May I know how long you two have
"Since you hired Chang." Heero looked completely nonplussed.
Une glanced at Wufei who dropped his gaze to the sheets covering his cast.
"...we worked together during the war, too," he muttered, noncommittally,
though the look on his face probably told Une all she wanted to know.
"I see. Thank you." As the door closed behind her, they heard Une mutter:
"Good, I was afraid it was because of that bloody L3 mission I sent you
Wufei glared at the sheet, his face warm, then he glanced up briefly.
Heero was regarding the door with a slightly puzzled frown on his face.
The silence hung between them. Wufei licked his lips and stared at his
injured leg again.
"Yuy...there's no reason for you to take light duty while I recover...I
can stay here to convalesce. Those rooms Sally set up, that you mentioned.
"You would be more comfortable staying there," Heero interrupted.
And his tone was back to a familiar one, a parody of his war-time monotone.
It was the tone he used when they were baiting each other. "You'd only
have one physio session a day, and they'll probably go pretty easy on
you. A lot easier than I will. Yes, maybe my re-training program will
be too difficult for you to bear, maybe-"
"I can take whatever you can dish out, Yuy!" Wufei snarled, extremely
grateful that his partner was giving him an easy way of accepting this
without being embarrassed.
"Good. There're still a lot of fires to put out. I need you back on your
feet a lot quicker than Sally would allow." Heero nodded firmly and headed
back towards the door. "I'll go get some bags to put your books in. We'll
avoid Sally until you're ready to sign yourself out."
"Prudent." Wufei tried to grin. "Yuy...are you sure-"
He was talking to the door.
Heero laid Wufei gently on the bed then stood up and stared down at him.
Wufei looked back, uncertain and embarrassed; he didn't like being carried
around like an invalid, but now he had to resign himself to the fact he
would need it. It was the price he'd paid for getting out of the clinic.
Blue eyes wandered to Wufei's window then centered on him again. Wufei
found himself scrunching down against the pillow, bracing himself. Heero
looked like he wanted to say something very serious and Wufei just hoped
it wasn't criticism regarding the necessities Wufei was imposing on him.
"We'll start on your injured leg after we see the specialist and decide
on a reeducation program, but we can work on your abs this afternoon,
and your other leg as well," Heero announced, turning abruptly.
Wufei felt relieved. A slight disappointment was quickly squashed. After
all, if Heero had said something like 'welcome back', or 'it's nice to
have you around again', Wufei would probably have had a heart attack to
add to his other physical ailments.
Heero was looking around Wufei's room as if he'd never seen it before.
That slightly confused dip had returned to the lines of his shoulders.
As if he were looking for something, and not even sure what. Wufei watched
him, puzzled. There wasn't anything left to say anyway, was there? Oh,
maybe there was.
"I don't have much stuff, as you can see," Wufei supplied. "It shouldn't
be too hard to move it all out."
Heero started and turned to stare at him. "What?"
"When we move. Have you found a new place yet?" Apparently that had not
been what Heero had been thinking about. But he had his partner's full
"Yes. You were talking about selling this house. Getting a new place somewhere."
Heero was silent. He undid the zip on the big bag he'd brought and started
piling books near Wufei's bed. He lifted the toy dragon out too, looked
at it blankly and then dropped it back in the bag again and stood up,
slipping the strap over his shoulder.
"What?" Heero glanced at him.
"New house? You were talking about it that time you stopped by the clinic.
We need to move out of here, the Syndicate know this address."
"Only some of the upper echelons. They kept all their sources of information
very close to their chest, to avoid a leak that could tell us how deeply
Ops had been compromised. Take Hunter; she didn't know where we lived,
and she was one of their top assassins."
Wufei distinctly felt his jaw hit his taped collarbone. "Maybe only a
few people know this address, but that's all it'd take!"
"My security system has been improved; it is now inviolable," Heero replied
matter-of-factly. "And we really don't have much to fear from a few goons
bursting through the door waving guns-"
"They could just leave a car-bomb outside the workshop instead!"
"I'll put a proximity sensor on the perimeter if you're worried about
that. No one else drives up around here. Personally I don't think they'll
dare move against us; they know who we are." Heero was clearly dismissing
the discussion as he turned towards the door. "Have you taken your medicine?
Do you need anything?"
"No-yes, I took my medicine, no, I don't need anything, but about the-"
"This place is satisfactory. It is efficient for us. I'm not moving."
Heero's voice was firm as it echoed from the hallway outside. "Call me
if you need anything, I'll be in my room."
Wufei stared at the half-open door. What had all that been about? When
had Heero changed his mind?
The irritation of the half-open door was distracting him from speculation,
like an itch he couldn't scratch or, in this instance, get up and close.
He hated leaving his door open, but Heero would point out that Wufei needed
to be able to call his partner without moving from the bed. Sally had
been quite explicit - and fairly threatening - about the level of care
Wufei would need for at least a week, before he could even use a crutch.
Wufei winced at the thought of what Heero would have to do until Wufei
regained some of his independence. But...he'd do the same for Heero, they
both knew that, and that thought placated Wufei a bit. Granted, Heero
hadn't ever actually required it. He'd been mobile when he had left the
clinic with his back injury.
Wufei could feel himself falling asleep - the ache in his shoulder and
leg had faded a bit. After days of sleeping with one eye open, his body
was galloping towards rest, knowing he was somewhere safe. Someone was
watching over him...His mind drifted. There'd been a time he'd had to
sacrifice something important to him to look after his partner. During
the war. When Heero had been exhausted but refused to admit it, when he
couldn't sleep, on an adrenaline high and a mission the next day...Wufei
had-...ahh, helped him with that. Huh, why be coy, Chang: he'd jerked
Heero off. That had been a considerable gesture for him to make, at the
time...now it appeared so little...
Maybe Heero had thought of that when he'd offered to take care of Wufei
No. That wasn't it. Wufei always kept a healthy ring of skepticism around
his feelings for the arrangement between them, but Heero's simple, straightforward
words cleaved right through it. His partner still thought in straight
lines, and meant what he said.
I need you back on your feet.
It had all been there in Heero's words, his stance, his stubborn scowl
at Une. Heero considered Wufei an indispensable part of his operational
efficiency. That had already been the case when Wufei had first joined
Ops, but now things were different: Heero could now work with other people
who hadn't been Gundam pilots. Yuy had changed in that respect - possibly
under Wufei's influence; the partners had joined other units during previous
operations, and working with the highest quality personnel like Armand,
Sanji and others had proven to be no problem. But from what Heero had
said - and everything in his stance and stubborn glare had confirmed his
words - he felt himself to be more efficient with Wufei than with anybody
Wufei appreciated this as a warrior would.
He stared at the ceiling - comfortingly familiar compared to the one in
the Ops clinic. Une had sure been surprised. Her assessment of Heero had
been similar to Hunter's: Everything for the mission. And that was true;
Wufei knew it to the depth of his soul. But what Une - and Wufei himself
- had not appreciated was the fact that Wufei was now part of the mission.
Hunter. Une. Partners. He'd been doing a lot of thinking these past few
days in the clinic. There was a whole history there, one he had only glimpsed.
He didn't want a closer look either.
He could understand Hunter, and that rather frightened him. He knew how
it felt to have your beliefs shattered and swept aside by real life and
history, not once but several times. Meiran's death, Treize defeating
him, the changing allegiances of war, his colony's destruction...Unlike
Hunter, he'd survived the experience, and let it teach him a cold wisdom.
Fight for Justice but don't expect the universe to play fair in return.
And, unlike Hunter, Wufei was not going to expect more out of Heero than
the latter could give him.
Do you think he'll come rescue you?
No, I don't, Hunter. I don't need him to, and he doesn't expect me to
need his help, and that is my pride and my fulfillment.
But Heero wouldn't betray Wufei either, simply because Wufei never expected
anything more from Heero than to follow his own steel convictions to their
logical conclusion. When Wufei's beliefs crumbled once more, when he felt
weak and directionless, he knew he could always rely on that. He needed
Heero's single-minded pursuit of what mattered: peace, the mission, perfection.
He needed that too much to ever wish for something else.
You were the fool, Hunter. You decided to fasten yourself on a part of
Une that didn't exist, that was a mirage. If you, like Treize, had dug
deeper and found the true heart of her convictions...well, it wouldn't
have been for you, but it wouldn't have betrayed you either, it would
have always been there.
If you'd understood that, then you would truly have been her partner.
He remembered Une's face when she'd told them to terminate Hunter if they
had no other choice. Yeah, going down that avenue was messy.
The light in Heero's eyes burned only for the mission to which his entire
life had been dedicated; he had never had anything else, he knew of nothing
else. He needed Wufei's clear, cold and detached support at his back while
he walked that road. And Wufei needed Heero to be the solid, reliable
foundation upon which to build himself into the best man he could be.
The best warrior. The kind that really didn't need rescuing at all. It
was the perfect partnership, and he'd only just realized how deeply it
went both ways.
Yes, they understood each other perfectly.
...well, except the bit about the house...it was unlike Yuy to be stubborn
about something like this. Sure, the place was efficient, but expediency
and safety indicated they should move...
...must be the springboard floor of the dojo...Heero had put a lot of
work into that...it'd be hard to find anything half as good as this place,
that was for sure...Wufei's eyes were shut, and he was drifting.
...pity...he'd have liked the opportunity of paying his half of the house
this time...but he did like his room here. He felt safe...
Wufei heard keys clicking two doors down. He fell asleep soon afterwards.
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