August 10, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 3+4, 1+2+5, 6+N, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri themes. Sappy in some areas (blame it on the romantic). Angst in other areas.
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored. Flames may be met with hexes and curses though! ^_^
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non-profit entertainment purposes. References to printed texts, films, sitcoms, musical pieces, and/or other fanfictions don't belong to me either. Sometimes they just get stuck in my brain and refuse to get out. ^_^
Notes: For time-line purposes, "Oh Baby, Baby" is approximately 8 years after "Have You Ever..." (203 AC), placing the boys at ~23-24 years of age.
This story takes our favorite boys and subjects them to the worse horrors known to men: pregnancy. The boys have traveled to the Behenna Satellite, where Quatre's sister, Fatina is a genetic researcher with a woman who introduced herself as Hiroshima Jackson. These two women may have a procedure that will allow Quatre and Trowa to have the child they've been longing for.
The waiter came, took their orders, returned with their drinks, and left again before any woman said another word on the subject.
"So you honestly believe that what that report is saying is true?" Noin took another sip of her cappuccino and looked back out the window.
Sally took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, I do."
Lucrezia looked back at them. "It sounds fanciful."
Lady Une huffed. "Sort of like indestructible mobile suits that can wipe out legions of Aries, Taurus, Cancers, Pisces, Le--"
"Okay, okay, okay." Noin was holding up a hand as though to physically restrain the other woman. "I get your point." She frowned. "So this is really going on."
"The question is, does Quatre know about it?" Sally sipped her black tea, looking out the window now.
"And if he does?"
Une fingered her condensing glass of ice tea. "I cannot believe someone as pure-hearted as Quatre would allow something like this to proceed with his knowledge."
Sally replaced her teacup on its saucer. "I agree."
"So. Then." Noin studied both women. "When do you plan to talk to him?"
Une sighed. "He's out of town right now. I've arranged to meet with him as soon as he returns."
Noin nodded, letting the information she'd been given filter through her brain. "So." Her indigo eyes held both women's attention. "Until then there's really nothing we can do, is there?"
Sally grinned. "I already arranged a transport out to the Behenna satellite." She leaned back in her chair. "I could use a co-pilot."
Une also leaned back in her chair and sighed. "And with Mariemeia out of the house, it gets terribly lonely all by myself."
Noin smiled, leaning back also. "I should have known something was up when you offered to pay for lunch."
"So you'll join me?" Sally asked with a quirked brow.
Noin lifted her cup in salute. Sally met it midair. "As if I had much of a choice," the dark-haired woman murmured.
Lady Une smiled, meeting their cups with her glass. "You *always* had a choice."
Fatina Winner was fuming--though her outer appearance did not reveal this fact. The object of her hatred stood facing her across the small conference room. Fatina wanted to claw at those black eyes, tear each strand of black hair from that scalp, claw that smile from those curved red lips. At that moment she would have *happily* killed Hiroshima Jackson.
The one woman alone made her more sick then the five young men all together. The woman didn't care *who* she used or abused to achieve her goals. In the beginning, that had been one of the first things that had drawn her to the vibrant, dark woman. In time, she learned even she herself was not immune to being used.
And now that monster was trying to use her brother.
"The procedure hasn't even been tested in a real scenario," Fatina told them, which, *was* the truth... to a certain degree. "We can not guarantee success. Nor can we guarantee that the person who carries the child will not get hurt. Until that happens, no one will be walking out of here pregnant tomorrow night."
Yes, yes. There was truth in what she said. She wasn't completely lying. They had yet to start from the *very* beginning... They knew that men could carry a child--they had all the old notes left over from the 21st century. It could be done. Yes. But there were always risks...
Quatre had tried to persuade her. She knew. She knew she lead him on with hope of his own child. She knew. But deep in her heart, she felt that her dear brother would come to his senses. That he would find a nice young girl to stand by his side. Surely he would...
"I am sorry," Fatina said in a voice that spoke no argument. "I will not authorize it. Not until it has been tested and proven."
But they were determined to argue. It was *him*. That boy who influenced her brother so much. She hated him. Not as much as Hiro. But she hated him. Trowa Barton. He made her sick.
"Then you test it," he had said coolly, his cold green eyes trying to intimidate her. The fool. He was at least half her age. More really. He was only Quatre's age. She didn't give a damn who or what he was. He was just another boy, like Quatre.
"We will," she had replied, equally as cool. "When we are ready to--"
"You mean to tell me that in eight years' time you haven't tested your research?" he parried evenly.
She knew some of her anger escaped then. She could see Hiro across the table, smirking. The cursed woman. She would *not* let that bitch win in this. She would *not* let her brother be used like this. Not for their damn research.
"No, of course not," Fatina returned, trying to regain her composure. "A part of research is testing, experimenting." She forced her voice to take on a sickening sweet tone. "But until we can be absolutely *sure* that it is safe, I wouldn't dare risk the life of my *dear* brother or his loved one."
Four men were frowning at her. She felt a sense of pride in that. *She* had upset the precious ones... the precious Gundam pilots... the results of--
"Then you should test it," a cold, unemotional voice said.
She turned, startled, to the fifth man--the one who had been staunchly quiet since yesterday. She hated *him* too... though for an entirely different reason.
"It's not that easy," she replied, crossing her arms. She was annoyed now. And she didn't mind letting them know it. If they thought she was going to let them interfere in *her* research...
"It's not like there are men begging to be impregnated," she continued. "We would need volunteers who understand the risks involved and who would still be willing to proceed. Not to mention--"
"I will volunteer."
Six pairs of eyes--all registering shock--turned to the young man who had spoken. They all began talking at once.
"Are you crazy?"
"Hey! I thought you were against having kids!"
"Don't you think this is a rather rash decision?"
"Are you certain you would be willing to subject your body to--"
"No."
The one word silenced all others as two young men stared at one another.
"No," he repeated, his blood rushing past his ears. He could *hear* it.
The other young man looked--hurt. He took a step towards him.
"This is something I want to do," he said softly, his eyes pleading with him to understand.
But he couldn't. He shook his head, swallowing. "No," he said again. "I will not allow--" he paused, shook his head. "I will not support this decision," he said finally, turning, and leaving the room without a glance back.
The remaining men looked to one another, searching for something to say. Duo was the first to move. Carefully, cautiously, he wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, pressing his front to his love's back, his head resting on the tense shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss on the knotted, straining throat.
"I will support you," he said softly, holding the other man tighter. "I--" he swallowed, tears rimming his violet eyes. "I will support you, Chang Wufei, in this decision. Happily."
Chang Wufei bowed his head, forcing his eyes away from the closed door. Duo's arms wrapped around his midsection, the warm body pressed against his back, the whispered words--began to register in his stunned mind. He nodded and then pulled away.
"Good," he said hoarsely. His eyes meet the shimmering aqua and emerald gaze from across the table. Both boys nodded their support. He nodded once in acknowledgement--before turning to face the head of the table.
The dark woman in the front of the room looked--sadistic almost, he thought, a shiver running over him. "What will need to be done to prepare for the procedure?" he asked tightly, his body still fused with tension.
The woman's smile grew and she sat back down in her seat, motioning for the others to do the same. "Well, to begin with..."
He lay on his back in the middle of the three mattresses they'd dragged together in the center of the room. They'd moved the bed frame into another room, leaving room for the third mattress, but there'd only *just* been enough room for three. No matter. They were good at fitting five bodies into a cramped space.
He'd been there for an hour.
He was actually kind of surprised.
He'd been sure that at least *one* of them would have tried to come and talk to him.
Maybe they had finally learned better.
He didn't want to talk. As far as he was concerned, this topic was non-negotiable. It was one thing for Trowa and Quatre to think about having kids. That was fine and dandy. He could live with that.
It was quite another damn thing to bring the kid into *his*...
His what?
What did they have? Their threesome? That sounded a bit vulgar for the relationship the three of them had built. Duo and Wufei and him. Just the three of them. They were fine together. They worked well together. True, things had been a little... difficult in the beginning. And then there had been that whole "I want to kill you, Heero Yuy" thing... but they'd gotten through that.
And everything had been fine.
At least he thought so.
He hit the mattress with a fist.
What could have possible possessed that crazy baka to say such a thing? There was no possible way they could have a child. No. It was unthinkable.
Maybe Duo. Maybe even Wufei. But *he* could never have kids. He wasn't kid-material! He'd never *been* a kid! He didn't know how to relate to a child. Didn't know how to take care of one's needs... It was enough to be responsible for one's self. Add to that four men his age, a dash of a psychotic princess who had a nasty tendency for being involved in assassination plots...
He had enough to worry about without adding a kid into the pot.
He didn't want a kid.
He didn't---
The door slid open and swooshed shut again. He didn't look at the newcomer. He didn't want to talk to them. None of them.
"Go away," he said before the other could begin. He didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to see his face.
"Heero, I--"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Dammit, Heero, you *will* talk about this!" Wufei shouted, a fist slamming into the wall. "Damn you, Heero Yuy, damn you."
He refused to look. He refused to look.
"Why?"
He felt his chest swell with pain, his throat close tight, choking. His eyes burned. He could *hear* the pain in that one word. He didn't have an answer.
"Damn you, Heero," Wufei repeated, sinking to his knees. "I want this," he whispered hoarsely. "I want this more than I have ever wanted anything else in my sorry excuse for a life. I--I--"
"Wufei..."
It was a sigh, a caress. A pained sob. He sat up, one leg outstretched, the other up bent. An arm was looped around the one leg as he leaned closer to the kneeling boy. His free hand came out and of its own accord cupped the other man's cheek, smearing the moisture there.
"Wufei..." He shook his head. "I... I can't... we can't..." He tried. He tried to find the words to make the other understand.
Onyx eyes looked up into his. He felt his chest constrict again. "I want *our* child, Heero Yuy," he whispered, letting his forehead fall forward to press against Heero's. His dark, ebony hair fell forward like a curtain, brushing Heero's cheeks. "I want *your* child, and Duo's, and mine."
"Wufei..." He swallowed again, fighting against the pain that threatened to consume him--the downside of feeling. "A child... it's such a big responsibility... And, and it's not like our home situation is all that traditional..."
The Chinese man gave a half-laugh, half-sob, his eyes shutting tight as his head bent, finding the cradle of the Japanese man's neck. "Stop hiding behind pitiful excuses, Yuy," he bit out. Heero's hand followed the movement until it rested within that dark silk curtain, cupping Wufei's head, as though he was holding the other man to him. And in a way, he was.
His head bent over Wufei's. "I can't," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't, Wufei." His breath was in choked gasps, as the pain threatened to become way too much.
"Yes you can," Wufei returned, tilting his head the fraction of a degree that allowed him to brush that strong, proud chin with his lips. "You can do anything, Heero Yuy. I know... I've seen... and I... I believe in you." He swallowed, fighting back the cursed tears that he knew had already begun to fall.
"I believe in *us*," he added softly. "The three of us... we *can* do this. But we have to do it together--'United we stand...'"
"'Divided we fall'," Heero finished the quote they'd picked up in one of the numerous courses they'd taken over the years.
"Don't let us fall..." was the request.
"Never..." came the reply.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Six **********
Andrea Readwolf
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