September 11, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 3+4, 6+9, 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 came out of surgery--pregnant! Lady Une talked to Heero and sent her a file. Heero met with Doce Behr. Oh, and Noin's pregnant, too.
He was awake. Just like that. One minute asleep, the next awake. He was still, alert, his ears tuned for the tiniest of sounds. All he heard was the soft whirl of the ventilation systems blending with his lovers' gentle breathing--and an occasional snore. He shifted cautiously in the bed, careful not to wake the other two.
He felt torn. A part of him wanted to stay with these two, to play out the rest of the morning hours with them. The other part of him, the dutiful soldier, knew that there was work to be done. Ten years ago, this battle of indecision would not have existed. But, then, ten years ago, he hadn't met the four men who were destined to change his life.
"You have to go..." a sleep-soft voice mumbled from beside him, pulling his attention from within.
He turned, staring at, studying the raven-haired beauty laying at his said. 'Beauty'? He smiled. Wufei would not appreciate being called a 'beauty'. But he was. From his finely shaped dark eyes to the smooth satin silk of his fine dark hair, from his high shaped cheeks and softly curved lips... fine. Beautiful.
"Hai," he answered finally, leaning up and over, brushing his lips softly over the other man's.
"Mmm." Wufei laggishly weaved his arms behind Heero's neck, pulling him closer, sharing in his warmth and strength. "I wish you would stay."
Dark eyes blinked sleepily, enchantingly, pleadingly.
"There are... things... I have to take care of..." Heero rasped, giving in to temptation and nibbling at the corners of those curved lips he'd so recently been admiring.
"I know..." Wufei sighed, shifting more comfortably into the bed. "But we still need to talk."
Heero pulled back, impassioned cobalt blue eyes meeting, mating with those onyx filled depths. Some said those onyx eyes belied no emotion. Heero knew that to be false. Staring into those eyes, he could see a frenzy of emotions. He laid back down, arm thrown over his head as the other rested calmly over his not-so-calm stomach.
"Then talk," he said blandly. "I have time still."
Wufei tried to sit up, but the fresh soreness in his belly made him think better of it. Instead, he turned his face towards Heero, a hand reaching out to take the Japanese man's hand. Above their heads, their fingers entwined.
"You are worried..." Silence. "About the baby? About us? About the changes this will mean?" Silence. "I am." Wufei closed his eyes and tried to focus his thoughts.
"Dr. Jackson... worries me as well," he whispered.
Heero turned to look at him them, a small frown playing over his lips. "If she worries you, then why did you agree to--"
"Because it was something I wanted," Wufei answered calmly, turning back to look at the ceiling. "When Meiran died, I thought my chances of becoming a father died with her. At the time, I already knew... that I was... not... attracted to women." He sighed. "I also knew that it was my duty to sire an heir for my clan."
There was silence for a moment, neither boy speaking, each thinking heavy thoughts.
"When the colony destroyed themselves to save me..." Wufei continued, his voice hoarse and soft. "They destroyed any need for me to sire an heir--there was no clan left anymore." Wufei turned to Heero again. "I thought I was fine with that. I thought I could live with that. I really did."
He sighed again. "But then I saw Zechs and Noin when they had Kataryna. I saw the look on his face when he held his child for the first time." A tear slipped free from one onyx eye, falling to the white linen sheets. "And I was jealous. Insanely jealous, one might say."
The resting hand on his stomach lifted without accord, and slowly spread the salty moisture over the Chinese man's cheek. "WuFei..."
"It's been building up for a long time," the other rushed on. "And I guess, maybe I should've said something, earlier. But I didn't know what to say. I mean, it was pretty impossible to have a kid--or so I thought. I mean, let's face it, there aren't many women out there who would agree to conceive a child and then give it over to three men, no questions asked. And adoption seemed like a weak answer. I mean, I know how you feel about kids, and--"
"WuFei..."
Lips brushed over lips before the Chinese man to continue his babbling. He leaned into the kiss, opening his lips beneath the other's. Thrusting his own tongue out to meet, mate with Heero's. Tears spilling from his eyes unchecked.
And then Heero pulled back, leaning over the Chinese man; blue eyes sparkling with emotion and tightly repressed tears. "I'm sorry," he said hoarsely, his eyes never leaving Wufei's. "I'm sorry I didn't notice, didn't see what was happening. I'm sorry I didn't try to help..."
"Help how?" Wufei smiled, one hand reaching up to cup Heero's cheek.
"I don't know..."
"Then don't be sorry," Wufei told him. "It's not your fault, and it's not in your character to be sorry." He smiled at the frown that met his last remark.
"And besides," another sleep muddled voice mumbled as the bed shifted and an arm snaked its way over Wufei's midsection and chest. "We're going to have a kid now."
"Hai," Heero answered, as he looked from first the softly smiling angelic face resting against Wufei's shoulder, to the slightly bemused face of Wufei. "We are."
"That means big changes, you know," Duo mumbled, shifting again against Wufei.
"We've handled big changes before," Wufei said calmly, closing his eyes as well. "I see no reason why we should stop now. The important thing to me is that we do this together." Those onyx eyes blinked open again, falling on Heero.
"Well, I for one don't plan on leaving the team anytime soon, Wufie."
Wufei sighed. "Will you not call me that?"
Duo smiled. "It's cute." Wufei just sighed.
"I don't plan on leaving, either," Heero said, a small smile playing at his lips.
"Good. Now that that's settled ... maybe we can all go back to sleep?"
They settled into silence--which lasted all of five minutes.
"If something... were to happen..." Heero hesitated. One onyx and one violet eye both blinked open and settled on him.
"Like what?" Duo asked edgily.
"If... the baby... weren't normal," Heero returned frowning.
Duo sat up. "Why wouldn't the baby be normal, Heero?"
Heero looked down and then up, looking from Wufei to Duo to Wufei and back. "Well, I mean, it's not exactly normal... the way it's been conceived. What if that affects it?"
"Are you worried about deformities or some sickness or something like that?" Duo practically snapped.
Heero leaned back in the bed and looked away. "Yeah, I guess," was all he answered.
"I see no reason why that should happen," Wufei hedged hesitantly. "Since the baby was genetically conceived, I would think Dr. Jackson would have... seen to it such things would not happen." Wufei continued to frown, however.
"Are you worried that... perhaps... she... *did* something to the baby, Heero?"
"There's nothing we can do about it now if she did, is there?" he returned. And then he pushed up from the bed. "I need to get some things taken care of. Try not to get too comfortable. I want to get out of here as soon as possible."
"Yes," Wufei answered. "I would prefer to be home anyway."
Heero smiled. "I thought you'd say that," he murmured. "I'll see you guys later. Ja."
The door slid shut behind him, leaving Wufei and Duo alone in the room.
"What do you think that was all about?" Duo mumbled, settling back to go to sleep.
"I don't know... I don't know..." But Wufei was frowning.
Trowa was laid out on the couch when Heero entered their apartment. From the look of his shirt, he'd spent the night there. Two emerald eyes blinked open immediately, however, as soon as he walked in.
"Welcome back."
"Where's Quatre?"
"Resting, finally. I had to talk him out of confronting his sister and Dr. Jackson without talking to you or Lady Une first. He spent the rest of the night rearranging his schedule so that he could meet with Une first thing tomorrow morning."
"Hn."
"He tried to hack into the satellite's computers, too," Trowa continued, sitting up and finger-combing his bangs. "But I think it's safe to say that he didn't find anything."
"Jake?"
"Out exploring the satellite, with Duo's credit card--though what he could think of to buy after last night's shopping trip, I can't imagine..."
"Hn. Good." Heero poured himself a cup of luke-warm coffee--obviously left over from last night and offered some to Trowa. The other man declined. "You read it?"
Trowa nodded, coming over to the breakfast bar.
"And?"
"It sounds fanciful," Trowa answered. "But plausible, and too familiar." He didn't shy away from Heero's glare.
Heero leaned back against the counter. "Too familiar," he repeated, sipping his coffee.
"What are you planning?"
"I'm going to hack into Hiroshima Jackson's personal files and see what I can find," Heero answered, downing the rest of his coffee. "Doce Behr's here."
"Behr?"
Heero nodded.
"So the Preventers knew..."
"No. She's working legit here. The Preventers came by their information by accident." Heero looked up over at him. "If you could..."
Trowa nodded. "Did you... talk to Wufei and Duo about it?"
"No, not yet," Heero admitted, closing his tired eyes and rubbing them. "I don't want to worry them yet."
Trowa was silent for a moment. And then, "Understood."
They were quiet for another moment, as if mentally gathering their resources, and then they broke away at once--Heero bee-lining it for the bedroom, Trowa towards the door.
"Be careful."
"Yeah, you too."
"You're doing great," Hiroshima said, closing her file and staring down at the Chinese man in the bed. "You're almost completely recovered from the surgery!"
Wufei smiled. "My body heals fast," he told her calmly. "So I may go home then."
"No. I want to keep you under observance. You're not out of the red yet."
Wufei frowned. "But if my body is nearly-healed and has not rejected the fetus, then what is there to observe? You said the rest would proceed as a normal pregnancy would."
"No pregnancy is ever normal," Hiroshima countered. "Especially this one. We must maintain constant supervision."
"Unacceptable."
"What?" Hiroshima blinked, taken back.
"I said that is unacceptable," Wufei repeated. "My body is healed. The fetus is fine. I will be returning home as soon as conveniently possible."
"And I am telling you that it is *not* convenient!"
Wufei looked at the woman. "I was not concerned about *your* convenience."
It had taken nearly seven hours to hack through the security codes. Whatever was on those files, Hiroshima Jackson did *not* want others to know about it. 'Too bad,' Heero thought, slicing through the last defense barrier. What's more is, she either knew a lot about computers to devise such a defense system... or she'd paid a *lot* of money to have it.
It took another two hours to download all the files--there were a lot.
Trowa and Duo and already finished packing their things. Quatre had been holed up in vid-conference meetings. Nevertheless, he'd made sure the shuttle would be ready at a minute's notice. All they were waiting on was Heero.
Finally, it was done. He set up a disk to copy whatever information was in those files, closed up his laptop, and alerted the others it was time to go home.
Tomorrow, they would meet with Lady Une in Preventer Head Quarters, 0830 hours.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Fifteen **********
Andrea Readwolf
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