June 2000
Category: Adventure, Angst, Romance.
Setting: About 2 years after the events of AC 195
Pairings: 3+4(Established), 1+2(Getting there)... Wufei is here as well.
No archiving yet please.
Disclaimer: No money is being made off this, just a little bit of fun in
someone else sandbox. I'll leave the toys unbroken.
Trowa almost growled in frustration. He and Quatre had come down a small shoot that by the schematics of the place should have lead them right out above the room they needed to gain control off, only to find a massive gap of unfinished conduit shaft between themselves and the last bit of tunnel.
Quatre peered past Trowa and let out a soft curse. "Trowa, we've got to get across that, we can't afford to waste any more time."
Trowa nodding and leaned back against the wall, looking at the series of half finished support bars and wire tubing. Trowa peered down, judging the floor to be a good 200 feet beneath them. Scaling down the side of the shaft was out of the question. Looking back up at the network of beams and poles an idea began to form. Straightening from the wall Trowa walked right up to the edge of the floor, judging distances.
"Trowa?" Quatre asked in a puzzled tone. Unsure as to what his lover was planning.
"I think we can cross."
Quatre blinked. Walking up beside Trowa he looked down at the drop then at the hopeless tangle of metal poles. "You do?" There was trust as well as trepidation in Quatre's tone. Trowa looked over at his small love and gave a small smile.
"Yes."
Turning away from the edge Trowa walked a few paces back, getting a running start. Unsure of what Trowa had in mind Quatre stepped back out of the way. Giving his weapon a quick check to make certain it was locked into place and there was nothing that might fly away and distract him, Trowa took a couple of deep breaths and focused on one bar that ran parallel to the platform he and Quatre stood on.
Judging his distance Trowa took three quick long steps and then launched off the end of the platform. Quatre had to force himself not to cry out as Trowa seemed to fling himself out into the middle of power shaft. Reaching out Trowa expertly caught the bar he was aiming for and let his body's momentum carrying him up around it. Tucking his legs back towards his chest Trowa neatly flipped himself about in a classic trapeze artists motion and got his knees hooked around the bar. Laying back he caught the instep of his feet against a couple of nearby beams to brace himself then fell back upside down arms swinging out.
"Alright. Your turn Quatre."
The small blonde lifted a brow in something resembling shock. His mouth opened as he searched for some argument but there was none to be had. Wiping his hands down along his trousers, Quatre quickly made the same check Trowa had, securing anything that might fly off his person.
"Okay.... just remember, that little incident at dinner the other night was not my fault." Quatre's voice was a little tense but Trowa still smiled at his lover's attempt to lighten the situation.
Walking back a few paces as Trowa had, Quatre turned and faced the edge of the platform. The strategic part of his mind railed against this action. There were too many unknown variables. How much weight would the beams hold? Were any of the wires Trowa was dangling between live? How long had it been since Trowa had played catcher at the circus. Still, they had no choice. Taking a deep breath Quatre ran towards the edge of the platform and launched himself into the air.
Quatre's flight was no where near as graceful as Trowa's had been. He just sort of flung himself across the open expanse and reached out towards Trowa's hands. Trowa stretched a little. There was the satisfying smack of flesh against flesh and Trowa's fingers closed around Quatre's delicate wrists. Quatre's hands quickly reciprocated the gesture against Trowa's wrists and the two boys swung lightly back and forth.
Tilting his head up Quatre smiled brightly up towards Trowa. "We did that almost like we knew what we were doing."
"I had no doubts." Though that was not necessarily the truth. A part of Trowa's heart had slammed into his throat when Quatre had launched himself off the safety of platform. Never had Trowa been more thankful to make a catch.
"Umm, Trowa.. now what?"
Trowa gave himself a mental shake. This was not the time for personal thoughts. He twisted his head slightly to nod towards a broader beam a little distance away from them. "I'm going to swing you towards that beam. You need to catch it with your feet and transfer to it.
"I... Alright."
Trowa gave what he hoped was a reassuring grin and began to swing both their bodies back and forth. Gaining momentum he watched Quatre begin to reach for the bar with his legs. It took them a few false starts as Quatre had a hard time getting his legs around the beam but finally the small blonde got ahold of the beam and released Trowa's wrists. There was a tense moment as Quatre desperately scrabbled to get his arms around the beam, then hoisted himself up against it.
Quatre, seeing that this beam lead close to the platform on the other side of the shaft, began to shimming his way along the underside of the beam, using a classic hand over hand wriggle maneuver. Trowa waited till the small boy was close to the end before rocking himself back and forth then unhooking his legs from the bar he swung from and sailing neatly to the beam. Catching it with his hands he gracefully hoisted himself up onto the narrow surface and walked along it as if it were a tightrope.
Quatre looked up from his less then dignified travel along the beam and gave Trowa an exasperated look. "Show off."
Trowa just smiled and stepped over Quatre's feet and hands to jump nimbly onto the other platform. Turning about he reached out to help Quatre righten himself and land lightly on the platform. For a moment Trowa just stood there, letting his hands rest casually around Quatre's waist. Taking a moment to brush himself up Quatre looked up curiously at the taller boy. Blue eyes softened at what they found in green and the smaller boy smiled warmly reaching up to lightly brush his fingers against Trowa's lips. Trowa gave those fingers a fleeting kiss, then with a sigh stepped back.
The two drew their weapons and began to move along the corridor.
End Part 5
Alright, alright I know it didn't resolve the cliffhanger with Duo and Heero I do hope you all will forgive me and understand I needed to spend a little time with my two favorites. I'd had that scene rattling around in my head since I started this whole thing and it needed out. Also I realised that in my mental time line that what you just read needed to happen before the bomb went off and everything got crazy. So bear with me please. I promise I'll rescue Duo in the next installment. I don't do death scenes so don't worry.
Laekin
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