October 28, 2000
Rating: Mature audience only, please...
Pairings: 1+2+5, 4x3, 6+9, S+11
Warnings: Yaoi Lemon. Sappy in some parts. Angst in other areas. Strong language at unexpected turns. A pregnant Wufei & Noin. 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.
The boys got together after dinner and discussed the matter of Hiroshima Jackson and the Behenna Satellite--or, at least, what they know so far.
Lady Anne Midi Une spent the rest of the day, after her meeting with the three gundam pilots, pouring over the files Quatre had given her, and no amount of prodding from her lover and mate would have succeeded in pulling her away. In fact, for the vast majority of the time, Sally Po had been right there at her side, reading along with her. Indeed, the reports given to Quatre dealing with the Behenna Satellite were a great deal different from the ones the Preventers had been looking at.
The only question was... which report was correct?
Neither woman was sure, but they both could guess that whatever Heero had attained while on site would shed some answers on the situation. However, after downloading the disk, both women were in agreement that the material could wait till tomorrow--especially since it was getting late...
After more than fourteen hours at the office, the two woman finally gathered their things and headed home, ready to crawl into bed and call it a night. Morpheus evaded both women's reach, though, and they spent much of the remaining night, laying in bed, wrestling with the facts and fictions surrounding the Behenna Satellite.
Zechs and Noin's thoughts both dwelt over the matter of the Behenna Satellite, and of Wufei's pregnancy as well. It was a great source of debate throughout lunch and dinner, and well into the night--spent at the new playhouse thanks to Dorothy's 'kidnapping' of their daughter.
It had taken a few more hours of 'discussion', but finally, everything had been laid bare and the five young men who had pledged their lives to one-another had devised a plan of action.
Quatre told them of Lady Une's request, regarding Marie and their reactions had been predictable: Heero had staunchly refused, saying that with Wufei in the condition he is in--
But Wufei had interjected saying that 'the girl' would be no hardship on his 'delicate condition', and that, in fact, she would be helpful--keeping him company while the others worked.
Duo had piped up, saying that it would probably be a good idea since Jake and her could study together--kicking Heero's arguments of education out the window.
Trowa, of course, had little hardship with the idea of his 'niece' living with them, though, as he pointed out, he and Quatre would be gone for two months, so, really, the decision rested upon the other three.
Quatre sent a message late that night to Lady Une, informing her of their decision. It was also agreed upon that Wufei should be the one to inform Marie of the situation.
They also decided that they all should read through the files Heero had acquired--in case someone missed something that might be of importance. The rest of the evening, Quatre spent locked up in his office, reviewing WEI reports, proposals, and finalizing project plans, while Trowa, Heero, and Duo helped Wufei upstairs.
Marie had stopped them on the stairs, demanding to know what was wrong, but Wufei gently dissuaded her, telling her they would discuss it in the morning. Upstairs in their rooms, Wufei was laid out like a sacrificial offering to the gods upon the large sled-bed.
"You know what really sucks, don't ya?" Duo mumbled as they striped and climbed into bed with the sleepy dragon. He leaned up over Heero, using the Japanese man's body as leverage to lean down and kiss Wufei deeply. "Here we have you at our mercy," he said softly, punctuating more little kisses, stopping every-so-often just to nibble a little bit. "And we can't even take advantage of it..." His hand caressed the dragon's body from high side to low-thigh and back again.
"One week, lover-mine," Wufei whispered sleepily, his lips instinctively responding to Duo's gentle kisses. "Give me *one* week..."
Heero shifted suddenly, upsetting Duo's delicate balance. Luckily the American caught himself before falling onto Wufei--but it wouldn't have mattered much since Heero was repositioning him anyway, pulling the braided-man before him and against him before cradling around him to hold Wufei loosely, too...
Which is how Quatre found them several hours later when he finally came up to bed. (Actually, it was more like Dorothy had chased him out of his office and up to bed...) Duo holding Wufei; Heero cradling Duo, his hands brushing the sleeping dragon soothingly. And his own keeper-of-his-heart, on Wufei's other side, sprawled out and taking up the rest of the bed.
Quatre smiled as he shed the trappings of the business world from his young shoulders and climbed into bed with his lovers. He crawled over Trowa to cozy himself in between two warm bodies. Even in his sleep, the taller man moved closer, shifting to engulf the blond with his arms and his body. Quatre sighed peacefully.
Everything was going to be all right, he thought, his eyes fluttering shut with the weight of sleep. A hand reached out and brushed ebony bangs away from hooded onyx depths. Yes, everything was going to be fine--he would make sure it was...
Two hours before dawn the next morning, Quatre and Trowa took their leave of Emerald Gardens, leaving the other three to 'keep house' as Trowa said jokingly. Heero was the only one who got up to see them off. Duo wouldn't be up for another three hours--at the earliest--and Wufei was still too sore to move very far on his own, so he said his goodbyes and farewells from bed.
He kissed Quatre deeply, putting as many unspoken words and emotions into that one kiss as he possibly could. Finally, Quatre pulled away--though Wufei's fingers continued to trail his lips and cheeks.
"Do not worry, little one," the drowsy dragon whispered then, studying the blonde's face. "All will be well." Quatre took his hand and squeezed; Wufei smiled, his eyes lighting with mirth. "And I will even cooperate with those women you call sisters so that your birthday celebration will not be something too extreme."
Quatre groaned and ducked back in to steal another kiss. "That isn't even funny," Quatre said in a hoarse whisper against the other's cheek.
"Quatre, the car's ready," Trowa said softly, returning to the room. The blond deposited one more kiss on the dragon's cheek, brushed a hand over the sleeping braid and then pulled away from the bed. "Be safe, and don't do too much," he said in parting.
Trowa moved aside to let Quatre pass but didn't follow him out of the room. Instead he stepped in and sat carefully on the bed, leaning over to kiss the dragon. "Listen to him, Chang Wufei," he said in a low but earnest voice. "Take care of yourself. If something were to... happen..."
Trowa looked away but a gentle hand brought him face-to-face with the dragon. "He would never forgive himself..." Trowa finished, and then added, "And neither would I." He returned for another kiss, his fingers teasing Wufei's neck as his lips and tongue devoured him. Finally, he pulled back. "Stay well, and in two months time, we will finish what we started the other night."
Wufei laughed then, though his chest hurt. "Is that a promise... or a threat?" he asked, still smiling.
Trowa thought over that for a moment and then, trailing his knuckles down Wufei's cheek, he responded, "A promise, definitely a promise." He leaned over Wufei to kiss the top of Duo's head before following Quatre's exit.
Duo's body shifted on the body, turning, curling, cradling into Wufei's, his face hidden in the crook of Wufei's neck. Wufei's arms came up instinctively to wrap around the braid-man's body and he coo-ed softly. The hot moisture on his neck and throat did not go unnoticed.
That day set up the pattern for many days to follow. After his morning exercises, Heero locked himself up with his laptop for the rest of the morning. Wufei would retreat to his study, often times with Mariemeia to 'discuss things'--though, whatever it was they 'discussed' was kept between the two. Duo spent most of the mornings sleeping, and when he wasn't sleeping, he was working on the Andicron.
That first day, however, Duo spent with Jake, getting to know the boy a bit more--his interests, his disinterest, 'a feel for the boy's point of view' as he told his lovers later. They also tried to enroll him into some correspondence courses but found he was lacking a few very important tests--so they signed him up for some prep-courses instead.
The afternoon saw Marie and Jake in two hours of 'study hall' as Duo told them, and then the rest of the afternoon was theirs until dinner at 7. For Heero, Wufei, and Duo, this time was spent working--though, what it was they were working on, they never discussed with Marie or Jake.
Despite a few minor scraps between the two teenagers, that first week seemed to go pretty well... at least, that's what the three young men thought.
"Wufei! I can't take it anymore!" the redheaded teenager shouted, pushing into the room that was usually avoided during afternoons.
The Chinese man looked up from the papers spread across the desk, his glasses slipping as he did so. "Marie, I'm--"
"He's *infuriating*!! Absolutely infuriating!" the girl rushed on, flying to the desk and leaning onto it before swirling away. "I swear I almost decked him, right there! The bloody snot! Doesn't even know what he's talking about!"
"Marie!"
Whether it was the authoritative tone or the fact that Wufei had never actually *yelled* at her before, goes unknown, but the Chinese man was finally able to get the girl's attention and get her to shut up, too.
"Stop pacing and sit down," he said after a moment, falling back into his chair. He watched through steepled fingers as the girl plopped into one of the two chairs facing the desk, unconscious of how Quatre-like his pose was. "Now, what is the problem?"
Marie was about to gush forth again when Wufei stopped her. "Slowly," he cautioned. "Slowly."
"It's Jake," she said, taking a breath and urging herself to calm down. "He's such a--a--a--" She couldn't even come up with a word bad enough to describe him.
"What did he do?" Wufei questioned calmly, his mind running through the possibilities.
"He's stupid! He's ignorant! He doesn't--"
"Marie!" The raised voice again stopped her torrent. "What did he *do*?"
"He--"
They continued to talk for several more hours. It was dinnertime before either one emerged from the office, and when they did, Marie's eyes were swollen and red.
Duo was in Garage 2 working on the Andicron when he finally found him.
"I thought you did work in the afternoons," Jake asked, stepping up to the gutted car.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Jake!" Duo said, looking up and seeing who it was. He pushed out from under the car and flipped his cap on forward. "What? Work? Yeah, usually do, but I'm almost finished up with the--hey, what are you doin' down here? Aren't you supposed to be in study hall 'bout now?"
Jake shrugged, looking down at he shoes as he kicked a rock. "Yeah, well, Marie busted out on me, so..." He shrugged again.
"Marie busted ou--what happened?"
"Oh, she got angry about something or another and when I asked her what she didn't even say. Stupid girl. Why can't women be more like men?"
Duo laughed. "Trust me, pal, I've asked that question *several* times before... still haven't found an answer, but if you do, let me know, kay?" He slapped the boy on the back and the toy spent the rest of the afternoon in the garage.
Heero had finished up the last of his reports and sent them off to the appropriate people before the day was even half-gone. He went through other papers that he'd set aside for the next day and there-by alleviated today and tomorrow's workload before three.
Giving in to temptation, he reached for his laptop and opened 'The Hiroshima Files' as they'd dubbed them.
Most of the entries were personal, the inner thoughts of a woman, age 10 to 48, and Heero felt almost unethical about reading them. Only the thought that these files might tell him something important kept him reading those first days. After that, he was hooked into the personal narrative of the girl.
And then he came across the other items in the folder--the newsfeeds and paper clippings and pics of people--some which looked all too familiar to the gundam pilot's eyes.
Very few people his age had seen a picture of the original Heero Yuy. Very few people at all knew who the colonial president was, let alone what he looked like. Heero did, though. He remembered seeing the assassinated president's image in Dr. J's office once. He remembered the picture of the young man who had died because he believed in peace. He also remembered the woman in the picture with the dead president.
He had asked Dr. J who they were...
He remembered the look that had crossed the old man's face... he never forgot it. "That is Heero Yuy and Trinity Jackson," Dr. J had said after a moment. "They were murdered by OZ."
And then Dr. J had threatened to hit him, yelling at him to get out. The twelve-year old 'got out', and quickly.
But the image of the man and woman never got out. Not even in ten years. The woman he remembered most especially. He used to lay awake at nights, dreaming about the beautiful woman being his mother, hugging him, kissing him, bandaging all his cuts and bruises, making the pain go away... and at the time, he had a lot of cuts and bruises and pain from all the training Dr. J was putting him through...
No, he never forgot her... but her image had become skewed in his mind's eye... but that didn't stop him from recognizing her face again when he saw it.
'Trinity Jackson, Age 43, 173AC'
He was focused so intently on the picture that he didn't notice when the door to his office opened. He did notice, however, when his braided-love draped himself over his chair.
"Oiya, Hee-chan, what'cha doing?" Duo asked, using the tip of his braid to tease Heero's cheek. His violet eyes widened however when he saw the picture displayed on the screen. "Hey! I didn't know you did drag! When was this? And more importantly, where was I???"
Heero smiled, despite himself. "I don't think we were born yet," he answered, scrolling down to show the braided-man the caption.
"'Trinity Jackson', huh? '173AC'? Nope, definitely before our time," Duo agreed, scrolling back up to look at the woman. "But damn if she doesn't look a helluva lot like you, Hee-chan."
Heero frowned, looking up into the mirror across from his desk, studying his own reflection for a moment before looking back at the picture. His frowned deepened.
"Hey... hey, you don't think... I don't know... that she might, like, be related to you or something... you know, like," Duo swallowed. "I don't know, like your mother or something."
Heero's frown deepened. "Impossible," he said softly. "She died in 175AC. She was assassinated at the same time as the original Heero Yuy." Heero paused, licking his lips in an unconscious nervous gesture. "She was his aunt," he added.
He clicked on the next file and waited for the picture to upload. When it did, he was sure his heart jumped into his throat because he suddenly found it very hard to breathe or swallow.
"Oh shit..." Duo breathed above him, violet eyes wide in shock.
********** End of "Oh Baby, Baby" Part Twenty Five**********
Andrea Readwolf
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