Category: Adventure, DARK Angst, Romance
Pairings: Various.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, I don't own em.. wish I did but don't. No money being
made or sought.
Archive: Please Not until it's finished and only with permission from both
Bonne and I.
NOTES: Again this is a DARK FIC with disturbing contents. Proceed with caution if such things upset you. On a lighter note, Bonne is the wonderful voice of Wufei and Heero. I'm responsible for Quatre, Trowa, Duo and any grammatical mistakes.
July 2000
Trowa was turning and leveling his weapon on the solider as Quatre twisted about with a look of enraged horror that just turned to horror as he darted forward and caught Wufei as the Chinese boy fell back. Staggering beneath the weight of his friend as he folded and landed against the asphalt.
Heero snarled a curse and shoved Sally. "Get em back here," he ordered their erstwhile supervisor. Then Heero grabbed Duo, hauling the braided boy to his feet. "We need transport," he growled, his eyes darting around.
The three bikes were not going to cut it. Heero decided that the vehicle the replacements troops had come in was going to have to be commandeered. He shoved a gun in Duo's hand and pointed to a spot behind a partially demolished wall.
"Get everyone there," he said. He waited only to be sure Duo understood what he was asking. Heero darted off, moving with inhuman speed, his black clothing making his disappear in the shadows and general darkness. He made it to the transport, killing three men along the way with deadly quickness. Kicking the dead driver from the vehicle, he gunned it and wheeled around, heading for the broken wall.
Trowa moved forward, helping Quatre pick Wufei up as gently as possible given the circumstances. Duo popped off a couple of shots then darted forward to cover the others while they retreated behind the wall, till he was also tucked behind the cover.
Quatre didn't let himself think. He wasn't beating himself up with the knowledge that he should have moved faster the way Wufei had wanted him to. He didn't let himself think that he shouldn't have let Wufei push him out of the way. For the time being Quatre thought of none of this as he ducked out of his shirt, ripping the cloth easily to use as emergency bandages, hoping to slow the bleeding.
Trowa stood over both Quatre and Wufei, backing up Duo as they kept the enemies' heads down waiting for Heero to get to them.
The transport careened across the potted tarmac, stopping just short of running them down where they stood. "In!" Heero ordered needlessly.
Trowa tucked his gun into his waistband and leaned down helping Quatre move Wufei while Sally assisted Duo into the transport They moved from behind the wall into the cover of the transport in one smooth action.
Heero stood on the gas and the transport took off like a race car. As they made it out of the area of the airfield, Wufei looked around, trying to make sure everyone was there. He locked eyes with Sally.
"Told... you... someone would..." he grated out. His eyes moved around again counting but he felt dizzy and knew he was going to be out any minute.
Trowa knelt at Wufei's side, helping Quatre stop the worst of the bleeding. Duo also scooted in close, holding Wufei's other hand still so the Chinese boy couldn't reach for the wounds. Sally sat a little ways back, her fist coming up to her mouth for a moment as she looked back at the ruined airfield. Then back to Wufei.
"Don't.. you .. dare... " She whispered almost desperately.
"Yurst... is dead," Wufei answered, then closed his eyes, his muscles going slack.
At the hospital, Quatre waited long enough for Wufei to get out of surgery. The bullets had gone cleanly through Wufei's body and though he suffered blood loss and a lot of muscle damage, he had in fact been incredibly lucky. Once Quatre was assured that the Chinese boy was 'safe' and had seen a pale but chatty Duo he borrowed a shirt from one of the doctors, grabbed Sally and headed for space.
Trowa had debated going with Quatre but in the end he'd stayed behind by Wufei's bedside. Leaving Heero to stay with Duo, though the braided baka was trying to weasel his way into an early discharge.
Wufei solved everyone's problem as he did not stay bed bound for long. Once he woke up, he laid in the hospital bed for five minutes, then proceeded to remove anything attached to his body and got up. He glared at Trowa daring him to say anything.
"Western doctors," he said growling. "I am going home."
Trowa seemed to give the matter thought, then he just nodded and moved beside Wufei, holding out his arm as a support.
"Let's collect Duo."
Wufei nodded, his expression showing relief that he didn't have to fight over it. He noticed Quatre's absence but said nothing about it. He was still thinking about the word that had planted itself in his head and had come so naturally out of his mouth just then.
Home.
End Part 11
(( This is a little short I know but I wanted to get it out to resolve the cliff-hanger from part 10. More later today, I hope. :D ))
Laekin and bonnejeanne
Please send comments to: seregill@aol.com or bonnejeanne@yahoo.com