and Excursions + Part 3 (cont)
* * * * *
Late that night, Haan pulled into a truck stop and parked at the end of
a row of other semis and road trains.
"are we moving on after we've eaten?" Trowa asked, nodding towards
the bright 'NO VACANCY' sign.
Haan shook his head. "Bunk in the truck," he rasped, voice still
"Is that safe? Sleeping in the truck while your 'trick' is operating?"
Having Haan suddenly cough up blood might have been distracting, but Trowa
hadn't forgotten what he'd said about the effects of whatever-it-was he
did to hide the trailer's real contents.
"It's safe. The effect goes in, not out. Shielded." Seeing Trowa's
mildly dubious expression, Haan grinned. "Safe as driving
the truck with it operating."
"Good point," Trowa said dryly. "I don't think I've gone
insane yet, but then, the patient is apparently the last one to know.
You seem stable enough, so I suppose it must be all right."
"Crunchy pool frogs spam," Haan said seriously, and swung out
of his door. He was still smirking, and Trowa was still chuckling, when
they walked into the building.
They ate at a table by the window, watching trucks pull in and out of
the brightly-lit parking lot, and Trowa noted a few that were as impressively
decorated as Haan's. The drivers who got out of the flashier trucks tended
to check out the other rigs in the parking lot before coming in to eat,
and always spent extra time looking at Ryuukossei.
"Prosperous independents," Haan said quietly, noting Trowa's
interest. "It's advertising."
"If you can afford to spend that much on your truck's looks, you
must be doing well, and therefore you're a good person to hire?"
Trowa speculated, and Haan nodded. "Just like making an impression
on a prospective employer when you're in a mercenary corps... Why are
they so interested in Ryuukossei?"
"Not a regular in this area," Haan shrugged, taking a sip of
his soda. "Wondering if I'm new competition or just passing through."
"I see what you meant about it looking legitimate, now," Trowa
admitted. All the bigger trucks were either painted in the colours of
a major shipping company, or chromed and embellished from their hood ornaments
to their taillights. A 'nondescript' truck without any identifying marks
would have stood out like a sore thumb.
"You are paying me for my expertise," Haan pointed out
"Not enough," Trowa muttered into his coffee.
* * * * *
"I'm sure they'll be fine, Q," Duo said earnestly, breaking
into Quatre's uncharacteristic gloomy silence. "They both know what
they're doing, and you saw what Haan can do with that truck of his!"
Quatre managed a weak smile. "I know. I just... I can't help worrying
about it. I mean, we all know how easily a plan can fall apart if the
stupidest little thing goes wrong..."
"Even if that happens, they'll make it," Duo said confidently,
sitting down next to him on the lawn and looking up at the moon. "...You
really trust Haan that much?"
Duo groaned. "Oh, man, don't tell me Heero's got you doubting him
"No! I trust your judgement, and Howard vouched for him as well,
so yes, I still believe he's on our side. It's just... you have so much
faith in him, but you've only met him once before now."
"I developed faith in Heero pretty damn quick too, and that was after
I shot him, he nearly committed suicide, and he stripped Deathscythe
for parts," Duo pointed out dryly. "Maybe I'm just a sucker
for guys who glare well."
Quatre giggled. "Maybe."
Duo leaned back on his hands and studied Quatre's profile. "What's
got you twitchy about Haan?"
The blond pilot was silent for a long moment, chin resting on his knees.
"I can't feel him."
"In my heart... my empathy." Quatre shifted, rubbing absent-mindedly
at his chest. "I can't feel Haan at all."
Duo leaned forwards, tossing a wary glance back over his shoulder at the
house to make sure the other pilots weren't coming out. Wufei had maintained
a diplomatic silence on the subject of Quatre's 'sixth sense', but Heero
was openly sceptical. Duo wasn't so sure. "But... I thought you couldn't
feel people until you got to know them, anyway?"
"Usually," Quatre stressed. "Very strong personalities
make an impact right away. I felt you and all the other pilots on our
first meeting, for one thing," he added.
Duo snorted. "Haan definitely comes across as a strong personality,
I gotta admit."
"Even without that, before I can get anything definite from people,
there's a sort of... It's sort of like a faint background noise,"
Quatre said, struggling to find the words to explain. "If somebody's
right next to you, even if they don't say anything, you can hear them
breathing and moving, maybe feel their body heat. It's kind of like that.
People radiate the fact that they exist, but Haan's like a black
hole. I didn't really notice it the first time I met him, because I didn't
expect to feel anything yet, so I wasn't really 'looking' at him. But
today... I 'looked'."
"Weird," Duo breathed. "I can see how that would be creepy."
Like talking to someone and then suddenly realising that they're ice
cold and not breathing... brrr! "Maybe he's, I dunno, an anti-empath
or something? I mean, you've got a psychic ability that lets you feel
things about people, maybe he's got one that blocks it?"
"It's possible," Quatre said doubtfully. "I've never met
anybody else who does that, though."
"So it's rare. Ever met another empath?"
"...Not knowingly. Good point." Quatre sighed and flopped back
onto the grass, letting his arms sprawl limply to either side. "If
I'm one of a kind, I can't blame him for being the same."
Duo choked. "Q!"
"What, you're allowed to swear and I'm not?" Quatre sniffed
haughtily. "That's discriminatory, you know."
"It's not that! It's just... it means more, coming from you."
Quatre sniffed again. "I just haven't cheapened it through overuse."
"Now you sound like Wufei."
"Finally, someone learns from my example," an amused voice came
from behind them. "I gain merit by improving the world around me.
No doubt my ancestors are pleased."
"Shit, Wu, don't sneak up on people like that! How long have you
"Long enough to hear your last sentence, that's all. And don't call
me 'Wu'." The Chinese pilot raised one elegant eyebrow. "Is
this a private conversation, or can anyone sit in?"
"The restricted portion is over, I think," Duo told him, glancing
at Quatre for confirmation and getting a nod back. "Pull up a weed
and take the load off, 'Fei-fei."
"How would you like it if I called you 'Du'?" Wufei asked, mildly
exasperated. "Or 'Well-well'?"
"I'd call it a sign of a developing sense of humour, and cheer...
He snorted, sitting down. "Devolving, Maxwell, not developing."
"Whatever. Change is life. Is Heero gonna come out too?"
"I doubt it. Yui is--"
"Oh no." Duo collapsed forwards onto his face. "You're
calling him 'Yui'. That means he's being a dick again."
"I wouldn't put it that strongly, but he is exhibiting moderately
paranoid behaviour patterns," Wufei grumbled.
"What's he doing?" Quatre asked tiredly, draping one forearm
across his eyes.
"Hacking into OZ databases to look for mentions of our smuggler."
"It figures," Duo growled, rolling over onto his back. "I'm
sick of this. I'm not even going to argue with him about it. It's not
worth developing an ulcer over. Maybe when he doesn't find anything he'll
shut up for a day or so!"
"Since you haven't left to hunt Haan down, should I take it that
you didn't find any mention of him in OZ's records?" Wufei asked
coolly the next morning, after walking into the kitchen to find Heero
"Hn." The scowl on Heero's face deepened as he reached for a
mug and the jar of instant coffee.
"I would consider this a good thing," Wufei continued
pointedly. "One more piece of evidence pointing towards his trustworthiness."
"It doesn't prove anything," Heero snarled, slinging coffee
into his mug and glaring at the kettle as if it had personally offended
him. "You know as well as I do how hard it is to prove a negative,
Wufei snorted. "There comes a point when you have to admit that you've
found no reason not to trust someone, and you passed that point a long
"Perhaps we have different ideas of where that point is."
"Perhaps you have personal reasons for wanting Haan to be
Heero stiffened, jerking his head around to stare. "And what the
hell do you mean by that?!"
"Jealousy is a very ugly emotion, Yui," Wufei said quietly,
Heero's eyes without flinching. "Driving away anyone who even looks
at him sideways won't get you very far with Duo."
"I'm not jealous!"
"Then stop acting like you are."
"You were acting like your normal paranoid but rational self until
Haan kissed Duo," Wufei snapped impatiently. "Since then, any
mention of him has you clenching your fists and reaching for your gun.
If you want to have some sort of relationship with Duo, do something about
it. If you don't, then whatever he and Haan may choose to do together
is entirely their business!"
Heero opened his mouth to retort, but snapped it shut again as a door
opened at the other end of the hall.
"Think about it, Yui," Wufei muttered, lowering his voice as
dragging footsteps approached. "Try to use your intellect
instead of your hormones this time."
"Man, I hate mornings," Duo yawned, pushing the kitchen door
open and making a beeline for the coffee jar. "If you see a sunrise,
you're either up too late or way too early... uh... am I interrupting
something here?" he trailed off uncertainly, looking back and forth
between the two Asian pilots.
"Not really," Wufei said flatly, not taking his eyes off Heero.
"I was finished."
"Whoa," Duo whispered, dumping coffee and hot water into his
mug and making a quick about-face. "The testosterone readings are
off the scale today! I'm outta here."
Scuttling out the door, he quickly intercepted Quatre as the blond teen
came out of his room. "Word to the wise, Q: do not walk in
where angels fear to tread."
"Huh?" Quatre blinked at him fuzzily, sleep-tousled and not
looking well rested at all.
"The kitchen, Quatre. I think we'd better treat it as a no-go
zone until the coast is clear," Duo explained patiently. He glanced
back in that direction as he heard the back door open and shut. "Heero
and Wufei were in there just now, flexing their tempers at each other
or something. I think one of 'em just left, but that leaves the other
one in there with no ready target, so let's not offer ourselves as substitutes,
'kay? If you need a caffeine hit, you can have some of mine." With
that, he focussed properly on Quatre for the first time and whistled quietly.
"Looks like you do need some, Q. Bad night?"
"Bad dreams," Quatre sighed, accepting the mug of coffee and
taking a sip. "When I could get to sleep at all, that is."
"You're welcome to bunk in with me tonight if you think it'll help,"
Duo offered sympathetically, nudging Quatre gently in the direction of
the living room.
"I may take you up on that." Quatre took another sip, shuddering
slightly. "How you can regularly drink double-strength coffee with
no milk and no sugar, I don't know... It was mostly anxiety dreams. Seeing
Trowa and knowing that something was about to happen to him, but
not being able to warn him, that sort of thing."
"Yeah, well, dreams don't mean anything, right?"
"I know that! I'm empathic, not precognitive." He shuddered
again, taking a larger mouthful of coffee and making a face. "I think
I was incorporating what I, uh, didn't feel from Haan into the
dreams, too. There was one where Trowa was walking along, talking to someone,
but there wasn't anyone with him; just a black smudge in the air that
was sucking the colour out of everything it went past, slowly getting
closer and closer to him."
"Yuk!" Duo grimaced, plucking his mug out of Quatre's hands
and taking a swig. "That settles it, you're definitely rooming with
me tonight. And you're going with Haan next. The sooner you can
hook up with Trowa again and see for yourself that he's fine, the better
it'll be for everybody."
Quatre smiled wanly. "I'll be all right once we get the OK signal
from Trowa to say they're safely through. Besides, we're supposed to avoid
each other until the Doctors identify the traitor, remember?"
Duo snorted, passing the mug back. "That was just a recommendation,
not an order, from the man who taught Heero everything he knows about
paranoia. If the Doctors don't know where we are, it's not going to make
any difference if you two stick together. Hell, we could all stick
"You get to convince Heero and Wufei, though," Quatre chuckled,
starting to look happier.
"Easy. If the Doctors' organisation is as badly compromised as we
think it is, the last information the traitor's going to have passed to
OZ will be that we've been told to split up. Given that, it's almost a
tactical necessity for us to do the opposite!" Duo grinned triumphantly.
"Think they'll buy it?"
"Great! Hmmm... you know, I've only had two mouthfuls of coffee so
far this morning, but I'm awake and thinking. Walking into a Yui- Chang
glaring contest must be a pretty good substitute for caffeine."
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