September 3, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 6X9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi and Yuri themes. Sappy in some parts. Angst in other areas. Strong language at unexpected turns. Pregola--pregnant g-boys! Major confusion! Out of control characters... I think that pretty much covers it! ^_^;;
Feedback: C&C is always welcomed and adored.
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.
Notes: "Oh Baby, Baby" is in approximately 203 AC, placing the boys at ~23-24 years of age.
Jake Mazzolla has joined the Gundam-boys on the Behenna Satellite--and discovered (much to his surprise) that they're gay--by the way, Jake does *not* know that they are the Gundam pilots. Wufei went into surgery. Lady Une has decided to talk to Heero and Quatre. Oh, and Noin's pregnant (YES! *FINALLY*! Someone's pregnant!)
She speared a look towards her timepiece, smiling as she listened to the door hiss open. 'Right on time,' she thought. She slipped a hand into her white lab coat pocket, folding her clipboard under one arm, and turned to face the newcomers. If she was surprised to see the young teen with them, her face didn't show it.
"I was beginning to wander if you were going to stop by or not," she said calmly, a small wry smile playing across her lips.
"Ch! We wouldn't miss this for the world, ne, Hee-chan?" Duo chirped pleasantly, draping an arm around his lover's waist.
"How is he?" Heero returned, for all appearances, ignoring the clinging young man attached to him. But *she* saw. Yes, she saw how his hand shifted over the braided-man's back--a caress that coaxed that lithe body closer, an affirmation.
"He is doing wonderful," the dark haired doctor answered, turning back to her patient. "There were no complications during surgery and so far his body hasn't rejected the embryo. We have him on a mild pain killer right now, but otherwise, all we're waiting for is for him to wake up." She pulled up her clipboard, flipping the top page over. "He's scheduled for some follow-up exams tomorrow morning, and we'll be monitoring him closely in case something does go wrong, but other than that, Congratulations. You're pregnant."
Satisfied smiles caressed their faces as each young man snuggled closer to their mate. All this was hidden from the woman in the room, her back being towards them, but the silent observer who was pushed back into the shadows of the room saw. In a way, it was weird seeing four men being so emotional with one another. It was... uncomfortable, he thought. But, in another way, he was jealous of it--of having someone to share life with. That was the real difference between him and the four men, he knew. Not that they were gay--but that they weren't alone. He was. He always had been. Sometimes he felt like he always would be.
"Pain killer?" a quiet voice asked, effectively pulling the dark-haired woman's attention away from the bed. "Isn't that dangerous for the child?"
She closed her eyes and smiled. They were truly wonderful, these boys. They complimented each other so well. It was almost... beautiful. "Normally, medication is not recommended during pregnancy, yes," she said calmly, turning her dark gaze to meet the penetrating emerald stare. "However, it is a mild pain killer and it was deemed necessary in light of the surgery. We will take him off it--"
"Now."
Her black eyes darted to the one who looked too familiar for comfort. "Nani?" she asked, surprised.
"Take him off the medication now," Heero repeated calmly.
"But the--"
Their eyes locked, held, neither backing down until...
"Very well," Hiroshima Jackson said, replacing her frown with a smile smoothly. She cuddled the knowledge that she could dope Wufei up on all the drugs known to medicine and still not effect the child negatively. It only increased her smile.
"He *will* stay on his vitamin and estrogen shots, however," she continued. She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping man and then back to the four men standing before her. "He should be waking up soon now. I'll leave you alone, but please don't overwhelm him, okay?" She shot a look towards the braided man. "And no sexy stuff, either, got it? Those stitches have to heal."
"Why you lookin' at me?" Duo cried, hurt look spread across his face. "*HE's* the nymphomaniac," he added, jutting a thumb towards the other couple in the room.
"I am not!" shouted the small blond.
"Hn! That's way MUPHF MMPH HMMPHF MRRRRR!" The violet-eyed boy glared back at his blue-eyed lover.
"Are they always like this?" Hiroshima asked, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked from first one couple to the other. Heero Yuy had effectively restrained his mate by using the man's braid as a gag, the end of which was held firmly in one hand. Four feet away, Trowa Barton had simply stepped up behind the small blond and draped his arms over the man in a restraining hug.
"Worse," Heero grunted, dodging the ill-meaning elbow aimed for his midsection.
"Hn. Well, try to keep them calm around my patient, okay?" she laughed, brushing past them towards the door.
"Hn. He's the one that usually starts it," Trowa said softly, smiling towards Heero as the door slide shut behind the good doctor.
"I resent that comment," a soft voice mumbled. One dark eye peeked opened and held them with a 'look' before closing again. "I do not instigate their fights."
"Wu-bear! You're awake!" Duo cried, the braided gag having worked its way into a loose collar now. He bounded over to the bed.
"Hn. How observant of you." A small smile played at his lips.
Duo frowned. "You've been awake the entire time, haven't you?" At the small nod, Duo cried out. "Why didn't you say something!"
"There was nothing for me to say," Wufei answered calmly. Dark eyes slitted open once more, searching. They met and held the cobalt gaze of his other mate and lover. "We have to talk," he whispered hoarsely. His hand turned on the bed, laying palm up.
Heero slipped his fingers over that open palm, sliding his hand into Wufei's. "Later," he promised, giving the soft hand a small squeeze.
Wufei nodded and closed his eyes again, not releasing Heero's hand.
"How do you feel, Wufei?" Quatre asked from the other side of the bed.
There was quiet for a moment, and then, with a lift of his lips, Wufei answered. "Like I've just gone against fifty squads of mobile dolls."
The others stifled their laughter at the analogy, well aware of what *that* felt like. Quatre wormed his hand into Wufei's free palm. Trowa pressed forward, pressing into his mate's back as his hand gently rested upon Wufei's thigh. The other held fast at Quatre's waist. Duo, too, moved closer, one hand coming up to rest against Wufei's crown and the other weighing atop the Chinese man's shoulder. Heero moved into Duo, his one hand holding Wufei's, the other touching Duo's back.
And then the five men lapsed into silence.
He waited--somewhat uncomfortably--for something to happen. The silence stretched on for what seemed like hours but really was only minutes. There was a sudden collective sigh originating from all five men, surprising Jake. After another moment Wufei seemed to melt into the bed, completely relaxed.
"Thank you," he whispered softly.
"Shinpai nai, koi," (1) Heero whispered hoarsely, bringing the hand he held to his lips.
"It is our pleasure, Chang Wufei," Quatre answered, leaning forward to brush his lips across the Chinese man's cheek. Wufei turned his head at the last minute, his lips meeting Quatre's instead.
"The pleasure is mine, Quatre Raberba Winner," Wufei returned. "The pleasure of your presence and love."
Marine eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Thank you," Quatre whispered hoarsely, brushing his lips over Wufei's once more.
"You should rest," Heero said when Quatre pulled back, leaning back against Trowa's supporting chest.
Dark eyes closed as a smile ghosted across Wufei's lips. "Yes, of course." He felt the others' warmth begin to withdraw and his hands clutched the two they held. "Stay. Please."
Heero and Quatre both pulled closer again, squeezing the hand they held. "Trowa and I are going to take Jake shopping to get some real clothes," the blond explained softly, smiling warmly down at the exhausted Chinese man.
Black eyes darted to the sixth male in the room, startling the L2 boy. He hadn't thought the laid-up man knew he was there. Jake stiffened as those eyes trailed up and down his body, sizing him up. The Chinese man huffed.
"I apologize for not being able to stand and greet you, Jake Mazzolla."
Jake started again, the second time in as many minutes. "Ah, it's alright. I mean, you're knocked up and all, and, ah..." He stopped when the others chuckled and smiled.
"'Knocked up', huh?" the Chinese man questioned, his lips teasing with his smile. His eyes closed and he leaned back farther into the bed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." He sighed. "Very well. Go. Dress the boy."
He yanked back on Quatre's hand before the blond could slip away. "But stay away from anything pink," he warned, cracking one eye to hold the blond in place. "And no high necks or fancy stuff. Keep it simple."
Quatre smiled and laughed, leaning forward to kiss Wufei's forehead. "We already discussed it. No pink. No turtle necks. No fancy stuff. And--" he shot a smirk across the bed before looking back down at Wufei. "No spandex. We've got it covered."
Wufei smiled and released the blond's hand. "Good."
"Hn."
The door slid shut behind the three departing, leaving Wufei, Heero, and Duo alone in the room.
"They were efficient," Heero grumbled, poutingly.
"They were gay," Duo corrected, leaning up against the Japanese man, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on the other boy's shoulder. "Besides, you look a helluva lot better in jeans."
Duo rubbed his hips against Heero's, his hands sneaking into the other's jean pockets--tight jean pockets. "Hn" was his only reply.
"You have to leave, too," Wufei said calmly, still holding Heero's hand.
Heero squeezed reassuringly. "There's something I have to check into, yes. But I will be back." Wufei nodded, eyes still closed as unconsciousness begged to him. "Duo will stay with you, though."
"Yeah, so rest, Wu-man," Duo picked up--though his voice seemed a distance away to Wufei. "I've got your back," were the last words he heard as the bed seemed to shift beneath him and warmth engulfed him.
She studied the three monitors in front of her, smiling, nodding. She watched as one of the three remaining men left, the other two curled up on the bed together. Her lips twitched, she reached forward and rewound one of the tapes.
In reverse order, a multi-colored shape reentered the room. Another multi-colored shape climbed off the bed. Three multi-colored shapes re-entered the room. Four multi-colored shapes surrounded the bed.
She waited another moment, and then hit play, watching, fascinated as the energy in the room suddenly increased for a full five minutes.
She smiled, leaning back in her chair, rocking.
"Very interesting," she said to no one.
Heero slid into the chair waiting for his return, fingers reaching immediately for the shiny black keyboard. He keyed the secure link that would connect him to the Preventers' head office without interference or interlopers.
It took fifteen seconds for a face to flicker to life on the screen before him.
"Heero," the woman said calmly, a small smile playing at her lips. "Thank you."
He just nodded, not saying a word, waiting for her to continue. Lady Une nodded as well.
"I apologize for contacting you while you're on personal leave, however, I think you will find my reasons to be sound." She looked away. "I am transmitting files to you which I received a few weeks ago."
The transfer window popped up and Heero watched as what looked like a large file began to download.
"Doce Behr is there with you," she continued. She noticed Heero tense. "I believe you know her. She will contact you soon."
Heero watched the file complete downloading with a little <<DING>>. "Understood." His hard gaze focused back on the woman. He waited for her to continue. She didn't make him wait long.
"Please contact me again when you have something to report."
He nodded and then dissolved the link. Lady Une's screen faded to black.
She leaned back in her chair, taking a deep breath. All she could do now was wait. It was not a reassuring thought, but at least she knew she could trust the young man.
The door clicked open and then closed again. "Heero?" a voice questioned.
She nodded. "Good, then you can stop worrying," Sally said, moving further into the room until she could lean a hip on the corner of the desk. She was shifting through several envelopes, pulling out one gaudy-looking one of pink and gold.
"Hm. Looks like Relena's having another political dinner," she said, tossing the envelope onto the desk. Une groaned and let her head fall to her arms.
"Oh, come, come now. None of that. By the way, did you ask him about Marie?"
"No," the other woman mumbled from the fold of her arms. "I wouldn't ask Heero anyway. Wufei or Quatre, maybe even Trowa or Duo. But not Heero." She looked up. "The idea of Heero being in charge of raising a child just frightens me."
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Thirteen **********
(1) Holy Mackalandy! I'm actually doing an endnote. Gosh! @_@ okay, um... so, I am told that "Shinpai nai, koi," means no need to worry, love". Just in case anyone was wondering.
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