AUTHORS: Mel and
Christy (Evil Onnas Inc.)
DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing and it's characters aren't ours. We're just making
them jump through our hoops.
PAIRINGS: 5x2, 1xR, 3x4
WARNINGS: Yaoi, sap, FLUFF! AU-ish
minor scene change (from person to person at the same place, etc): ----------
major scene change (at another place, some time later, etc): * * * * *
flashback or dream starting or ending: ~*~*~*~
thoughts (and the occasional sound effect): *Tadah!*
some more sound effects (little ones!): -tadah!-
electronics (phone, TV, intercom etc): <<Tadah!>>
+ Chapter 10
"Here. It's for you."
The reporter blinked at the mobile phone for a second, nonplussed, then
slowly reached out to take it from Heero's hand. "Mr. Yui, what --
who would call me on your phone?" He looked at the tiny screen
to see if a caller ID was showing, but the only thing displayed was 'SPEAKER:
< < I hope you can all hear me clearly, > > Relena's voice
came from the phone, < < because I'm certainly not in the mood to
repeat myself. > >
He nearly dropped it, but managed to fumble it into a secure two- handed
grasp as the other reporters surged forwards, pushing microphones and
cameras toward the phone. "Minister Peacecraft! We've been trying
to contact you -- "
< < No, you haven't, > > Relena said coldly. < < You've
been trying to get a juicy story, whether it was true or not. Well, you
wanted a statement, and here it is. > >
"Minister -- "
< < I am deeply disappointed in the behaviour of so many
supposedly reputable and responsible journalists. When my office and staff
informed you that I was absent on personal business, simple decency and
courtesy should have led you to leave it at that. There are, after all,
privacy laws. Instead, you chose to spread a remarkable range of unsubstantiated
rumours and gossip. > >
"But Minister, our sources -- "
< < I am quite sure you did not get any of those speculations
from anyone who could be expected to know my business. None of my close
friends or confidants would leak private information to the news services,
much less anything so blatantly untrue, > > Relena cut him off.
< < And please do not interrupt me again. This is a statement, not
a conversation. > >
He gulped audibly and shut up.
< < I am not ill. I have not been kidnapped. I am not pregnant,
and my engagement is very definitely not 'off'. I am visiting a
very dear friend, who I will not identify, because this is where
I believe I am needed most at present. And that is all the information
I am going to give you, except to say that I will not hesitate to bring
charges against any reporter who continues to harass my friends and employees
about this subject. Polite enquiries directed to my office's public
relations officer will receive equally polite replies. Demands will be
ignored. Goodbye. > >
Smirking, Heero reached over and gently lifted his phone out of the reporter's
hands, switched it off, and tucked it into his pocket. Glancing around
at the circle of TV cameras and stunned faces, he allowed his smirk to
widen just a fraction and raised his hand in a mocking half-salute.
"You got what you asked for, ladies and gentlemen, even if it wasn't
exactly what you wanted. Now, if you'll excuse me? I don't think I could
top that speech if I tried for a year, so I'm not even going to attempt
* * * * *
"Ohhh... I've wanted to do that for so long!" Relena
enthused, eyes glowing with delight as she watched the studio announcer
stutter her way through the next news item. "That felt so
good. Do you think I offended any of them?"
"I was watching you more than the TV, so I dunno, but... probably,"
Duo said, a little nervously.
"I hope so! They've offended me often enough. Those 'rumours'
were actually mild compared to some of the stuff we were getting the last
time this happened. One reporter actually implied that I was sleeping
with Heero, Quatre, Trowa and one of my cousins, and in the next
breath accused me of supporting Lady Une as head of the Preventers because
I was in an 'unnatural relationship' with her!" She huffed angrily
at the memory. "I think if Heero had already started my self- defense
lessons then, I would have kicked him somewhere very personal."
"So... if it was worse last time, why didn't you blow up then?"
She sighed, shoulders slumping a little, still concentrating on the TV.
"We couldn't, really. He never said any of it in public, and even
if we'd managed to get him on tape, well... we didn't want to make it
public. This -- " she waved at the screen, where a new studio
announcer was valiantly trying to pretend that nothing had happened, "
-- was right out in the open and blatantly stupid, so I could hit
back in the open. Not like when there was that vicious little whispering
campaign against Quatre and Trowa. Quatre was running from one branch
office to another, working sixteen-hour days, trying to keep Winner Enterprises
in one piece and rebuild people's confidence in him as the new CEO; and
every time it looked like he was making a little progress, there'd be
an article in one of the society or gossip magazines pointing out how
young he was, how 'inexperienced' -- " she snorted disparagingly,
" -- or making some sly comment about Trowa, wondering just
how much influence he had on Quatre. Well... maybe some of them will think
twice the next time someone tries to start scurrilous rumours involving
me, at least."
"Well, I know what I think," Duo said softly, grinning slightly.
"You go girl!"
* * * * *
"...and this is the control room for our first processing facility,"
the station representative said, glancing nervously back at the blank-
faced Preventer he was guiding. "We're really very proud of this;
if we can refine the ore we receive before sending it on to its purchasers,
even just roughly, we can increase our profit margin threefold. The experiment
is going quite well, so far..."
"I see," Wufei said quietly. Without being obvious about it,
he was studying everything in the room, comparing it to what he'd seen
elsewhere in the station. Even taking into account the fact that this
is a new installation, the difference in quality is too great. This equipment
is first rate. Out in the main areas of the station, even the new items
are low quality, almost guaranteed to break down at inconvenient moments.
Or... convenient moments?
The equipment failures
are starting to form a pattern,
he thought, nodding and looking with feigned interest at the display his
guide was explaining. Communications, radar, internal security cameras...
even the emergency doors that locked closed and sealed off an area near
the docks for three hours. It only makes sense for the station management
to allow this to go on if they're actually cooperating with the smugglers
that operate here... whether it's willingly or not.
Well. Here's as good a
place as any to start testing my hypothesis.
As his guide waved him on to the next room, Wufei's hand slipped out of
his pocket and brushed against a console, deftly slipping a tiny bug under
It's a good thing I learned to do that with both hands, he mused,
glancing down at his sling. My right arm's still in no shape to do
this sort of sleight of hand...
His mouth quirked up into a smile as he remembered one particular evening
during the war. He'd sat and pretended to read while he watched Duo practicing
card tricks, running through them again and again until he could do them
equally well with either hand.
"No point in being anything but ambidextrous, eh Wu-man?"
"Hn. Remind me never
to play cards with you for money, Maxwell."
"Ha! If you need reminding,
you deserve to be fleeced!"
And Duo had held up a royal
flush and grinned at him, and for just a moment he'd had the courage to
He sounded all right on the phone. A little stressed, but handling
it... I hope he's not feeling too lonely, the Chinese Preventer mused,
coming back to the present.
Wufei followed his guide through the station, nodding amiably at the most
inane comments and planting bugs almost at random, his mind fully occupied
with thoughts of Duo.
* * * * *
"You'll come and get me if Wufei calls back, won't you?"
"I promise, Duo. Now, go have your shower!"
Duo shut the bathroom door and slowly undressed, listening intently for
the vidphone's ring tone. Murphy's Law dictates that he'll get a call
through as soon as I put shampoo on my hair.
...in which case, maybe I should be taking three showers a day.
Once he had the shower running and had stepped in, he leaned against the
wall and let the water soak through his hair as he thought. Relena...
wasn't saying that for my benefit, she was genuinely angry at the reporters,
and concentrating on the TV... I don't think she was really paying attention
to what she said to me. And she's so honest it's painful, sometimes. She
wouldn't make things up to get me back with the guys.
So Quatre and Trowa did have a reason for not worrying about me. Quatre
did sound awfully upset that time he called Wufei and didn't realise I
was listening, so that wasn't just an act. And if he was working sixteen-hour
days, that probably means he was taking at least two hours worth of work
home every night. When Quatre's working, Trowa's not very far away, so
he was really busy too, and I know how easy it is to lose track of time,
when you've got so much to do and not enough time. There was that infiltration
mission that was only supposed to take a week, and it blew out into three
weeks, and everyone was worried because I'd forgotten to call in...
...I told them I would've
called if there'd been a problem.
Duo winced, pushing away from the wall and reaching for the shampoo. Ouch.
Way to go, Duo... you really set yourself up for this shit, didn't you?
It still sucks that they
didn't miss me for eight months, though. But... I guess I can see
how it happened. They thought I would let them know if I needed them,
and they never found out that I tried to.
Duo slowly worked the lather
through his hair, staring blankly off through the clouds of steam.
He was quiet and withdrawn again, while he dried his hair, and during
dinner, alternately thinking about the events that led to his eight months
alone, and trying hard not to think about them. Relena didn't push
him; she made a few comments about the food and books she'd read recently,
leaving it open for him to answer or not as he chose, and otherwise left
She was doing the same sort of thing before that meeting we had with
the Assinks, Duo thought, when he eventually started paying attention
again and realised what she'd been doing. Including me in the conversation
when she talked to 'Fei, so I wouldn't feel left out, but not putting
any pressure on me...
"Thanks, Relena," he said softly as she got up and reached for
his empty plate.
"Thanks for what?" She blinked at him, plates balanced on one
hand and holding a glass in the other, with the massive bruise down the
right side of her face making her look like she was wearing a half- mask
like Trowa's. "I haven't done anything special..."
"You know what I mean," he said uncomfortably, looking away.
"Being here for me without being all over me the way Sally would
She giggled softly. "She only does it because she cares, you know...
and it's not really my style any more. I gave up clinging over a year
ago on the advice of a certain braided baka, for want of a better term."
On her way to the kitchen, she paused and glanced back, just as he started
to get up. "Unless you'd really prefer it if I started following
you around, calling 'Duuuuuo!'?"
He sputtered with laughter, dropping back into his chair. "Oh God,
no! Are you going to ask me to kill you, too?"
"Only if you want me to..." floated back to him from
the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, still occasionally snickering, Duo
abruptly realised that he'd enjoyed a joke that was based on Heero's
past, without feeling his stomach clench from remembered pain.
Lying in bed that evening, Duo stared at the ceiling, half listening to
the noises Relena made moving around in the bathroom.
Four more days before 'Fei comes back... I can manage four more days.
Relena's here, and maybe 'Fei will be able to get another call through,
and... He'll be okay. He'll come back to me. He loves me, he said
so, he'll come back.
He will be okay.
It's not supposed to be a dangerous mission. Just negotiations.
...as if nothing ever goes
wrong on a 'safe' mission.
We're not at war! It's
not the same as our old missions. We're not expendable anymore! He's going
in openly, in uniform; nobody can do anything to him without bringing
a Preventer squad in to flatten the place.
Unless it looks like an
accident. He said himself the station is a piece of junk; all sorts of
things could happen 'by accident' --
Duo turned over and viciously
punched his pillow into a different shape, swearing under his breath.
I'm a paranoid moron. Wufei will be fine! Even if something
does go wrong with the mission, even if somebody does try to pull
something, Wufei can take care of it. He. Will. Be. FINE!
The bathroom door opened and shut, soft footsteps padding out into the
hallway, and Duo abruptly remembered that the spare futon was still packed
away in the cupboard. "Damn," he muttered, throwing the covers
back and starting to get up. "I should help Relena -- "
The light in the living room clicked off, and the bedroom door opened.
"Move over, Duo; I'm getting cold," Relena said cheerfully.
"Huh? What -- ?"
"I'm sleeping with you," she said matter-of-factly, crawling
onto the edge of the futon. "Move, Duo, you're right in the
When he stayed put, trying to think of a coherent objection, she sat back
on her heels and sighed. He couldn't see her face clearly in the dimness,
but somehow he got the impression that she was smiling wryly at him.
"Think of it this way," she suggested. "If I get in with
you while you're awake, you're far less likely to cold-clock me and give
me a matching pair of raccoon eyes."
"But -- "
"Good Duo. Now go to sleep."
* * * * *