see ch. 1 for warnings, notes, disclaimer
Summary: Stubborn only gets you so far.
Warriors + Chapter 105
New Orleans, Monday, January
13, 199 AC
Heero woke before anyone else and went downstairs to check his mail. What
he found waiting in his email queue sent up back upstairs, laptop in hand.
He shed his robe, and climbed back under the covers with the others, jostling
"Damn, baby, your feet are like ice blocks!" Duo mumbled into his pillow.
"And his butt," Trowa added, spooning sleepily up behind Heero and wrapping
an arm around his waist. "Mmm, nice ice though--What the--? Hey, I thought
we agreed, Yuy; no more computers in bed!"
"At night," Heero reminded him, rescuing his laptop from questing hands.
"I think you'll all want to hear this. Is Quatre awake yet?"
"Do I hafta be?" a muffled voice grumbled from under a pillow on the far
side of the bed.
"Just listen, then. This is from the Sanque Times society column-"
"Since when do you--?"
"Don't interrupt, Duo, or I'll warm my feet in your armpits."
Duo gave him a mock scowl and cuddled closer. "So read, you big bully."
"'Milliardo Gustav Hermann Alexander George Wilhelm Peacecraft, Prince
of Sanque and elder brother to Queen Relena Peacecraft, formally announces
his engagement to Captain (Preventers, retired) Chang Wufei, Scion of
the Dragon Clan of L-5 Colony. The couple have exchanged rings before
witnesses and plan to be married in Sanque Cathedral on April fourth of
Quatre emerged beaming from under his pillow. "Good for them! It's official
Duo looked at the screen over Heero's shoulder and snickered. "Gustav
Herman? No wonder he changed his name! Call 'em, baby. I wanna say congrats
"Way ahead of you, 02," Heero grinned, pulling up the laptop's vid com
Sanque Kingdom, January 14, 199 AC
Wufei had appreciated the vid call from their friends, even if said friends
had chosen to call them from bed, and probably naked, from what he could
see. Zechs was certainly intrigued, Wufei noted sourly. He couldn't help
feeling a little jealous. Zechs was still being overly cautious with him
and Wufei suspected it was taking a toll on his hot-blooded lover.
Sally emailed them soon after, along with few other people from Wufei's
Preventers squad and the security staff in Sanque--people Wufei had never
imagined hearing from again after his fall from grace.
It had, of course, been too much to hope that such an announcement would
go unnoticed by the press. Soon their phone line was jammed with reporters
trying to get through for interviews or a quote. Zechs fielded all of
these, sparing Wufei, who was simply overwhelmed.
Zechs rose early that morning, and tried to kiss Wufei softly back to
sleep. "It's too early for you to be up, my love, and I'm not staying
for breakfast. Go back to sleep."
Wufei stubbornly did nothing of the kind, but remained in bed, watching
glumly as Zechs put on the elaborate state uniform of Sanque. Zechs could
look magnificent in a ragged pair of stained jeans, but now he looked
truly regal. Wufei fought down the fears that had plagued him since they'd
come to this decision, knowing what Zechs would say.
When he was ready to go, Zechs brought Wufei his morning medications and
a glass of water and watched him swallow all seven pills. Taking the glass,
he gave him another lingering kiss and cupped Wufei's face between his
hands. "Don't sit here and worry all day, little love. Everything's going
to be fine."
Wufei covered Zechs' right hand with his own, running a finger over the
diamond in his ring. "Good luck, my love. I hope--I hope it all goes well
"For us, mei. For us." Zechs' blue eyes tilted in a lazy smile. "And it
will. Enjoy your day."
Wufei tried to go back to sleep after Zechs left, but it was no use. Rising,
he managed a shower on his own, pulled on his work out clothes and did
his morning meditation. He still needed help down to breakfast, so he
called for Tomas. After a very light breakfast of rice and fruit, he proceeded
on to physical therapy with Gwen in the workout room.
Gwen was a tall, muscular Swedish woman with no mercy whatsoever. Wufei
liked her very much, and sweated without complaint through another grueling
massage and range of motion manipulations, and a series of stretches and
slow calisthenics designed to build up his depleted stamina. Afterwards,
he gripped a wheeled walker and began his series of circuits around the
As he did so today, he thought back to those first sessions with Zechs,
when Wufei had taunted him out of his self-pity and gradually reawakened
the warrior spirit in him. He smiled, even as the sweat poured down his
face and chest. Zechs had come alive again for him, and he owed him no
There was a clock on the wall, and he rewarded himself at the end of each
circuit with a glance up at the time.
Zechs was to address Parliament at eleven o'clock, but the session and
the debate that was certain to follow were not broadcast. There was nothing
to do but wait for Zechs to call, or come home with the news.
11:10 Damn it! He was exhausted and losing ground.
He was just starting another circuit when Gwen strode over and caught
him by the elbow.
"Let me finish!" he rasped, but in truth, he was shaking, nauseated, and
covered in sweat.
"It's too much," Gwen chided, and unceremoniously scooped him up and carried
him back to the massage table. "Stay here. I'm going to fetch Dr. Wolfson.
"I don't need him!" he snapped, but she was already gone. Wufei silently
cursed his slight build and stature-everyone seemed determined to treat
him like a child!
Nonetheless, he was helpless to object. Lying on his back was a bad idea.
He was so dizzy he was afraid he was going to throw up and his heart was
beating much too fast. Turning carefully, he curled up on his side and
gripped the edge of the table.
//I shouldn't still be this weak,// he thought, wishing the room would
stop spinning. //I'm stronger than this, god damn it!//
He must have passed out, because when he opened his eyes again he was
tucked in bed in a clean nightshirt with an oxygen mask over his nose
and mouth. The small lamp beside the bed was on, and the clock on the
nightstand showed 9:18 pm.
Nine at night? He sat up in alarm, only to be overcome by another wave
of dizziness. How had he slept the day away? And where was Zechs?
Fighting down another bout of nausea, he pulled off the mask and looked
around for his dressing gown, but instead spied a newspaper on Zechs'
pillow, with long-stemmed red rose tucked into the fold. Curious, Wufei
leaned back against the pillows and opened it across his lap. Inside,
folded around the rose, was a sheet of paper. It was an email from Zechs,
sent to the house account.
"My love, Dr. W informed me of
your collapse, but assured me it was not serious. I will speak with Gwen
about your exercise regime tomorrow. I must attend to some legal paperwork
here and will be home very late. In the meantime, take your pills, eat
something, and check out page one. All my love, Z."
Wufei's heart beat faster, reading those last words. He held the rose
to his nose, inhaling its heady scent, and turned his attention to the
newspaper. It was today's evening edition of the Times. There was a large
picture of Zechs standing at a podium in an ornate chamber. Relena was
visible to one side, dressed in one of her trademark suits and hats.
The headline read: "Prince Milliardo
Defends Unconventional Engagement."
"Prince Milliardo Peacecraft appeared before the Sanque Parliament this
morning, officially announcing his intention to take former Gundam pilot
and retired Preventer agent Chang Wufei as his husband. Addressing the
session in full, he spoke candidly.
"Relena, Chancellor, respected ladies and gentlemen of the Parliament,
thank you for allowing me to appear before you today. As you are no doubt
aware, I have asked Chang Wufei to marry me and he has most graciously
accepted. While such unions are legal in our great country, I realize
that my connections to this government and the royal family may give some
of you pause over this matter.
"Some months ago I stated that I did not feel worthy to be considered
for the throne now, or at any point in the future. My feelings in this
matter remain unchanged. Once again, I offer to renounce my title, as
well as any claim you may still feel I have, in order to live as I feel
"I will gladly serve my country and the people of Sanque, should you deem
it necessary, but I can only do so with the express understanding that
it will be with the man I love at my side. I bow to the will of the people
in the matter of my service, but will not be swayed from my chosen path
in the matter of my personal life. I love Sanque and always shall, but
without the love and support of my beloved, I am nothing, and of no use
Prince Milliardo then retired from the council chamber and debate ensued,
with the resulting vote, three hours later, to recognize the prince's
marriage and any issue that may result as legitimate . . . "
Wufei read it again, blinking back tears of relief, then called the kitchen
and ordered a light supper of rice, miso, and tea. Tomas arrived with
the tray and his nightly meds to find him still mooning over the paper.
"How are you feeling, sir?"
"A little better," Wufei replied as Tomas settled the tray across his
lap. "What happened to me?"
"The doctor examined you after you fainted and felt it was advisable to
administer a mild sedative. If I may, sir, I think you have been pushing
yourself rather hard. His Highness has voiced concern, as well."
"Not hard enough, if I faint after such a short workout," Wufei grumbled.
He ate a little from each bowl, but couldn't muster much of an appetite.
Sending the tray away, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Before
he could reach the sink, however, what little he'd eaten came rushing
back up, all over the pale gray tile floor. He caught at the edge of the
counter, lowering himself down to a clean patch of floor as the edges
of his vision went dark.
//No! Zechs, help me--//
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