20-Nov-2000
Blame Kwycksylver for this one! Hope you like it.
Category: songfic, angst, fluff
Rating: PG
Pairings: 3+4
Warnings: None
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Uh-Oh! Two Pink Floyd songfics in as many days! This one I
did it a little different ... the words are more incorporated in the
story, rather than just to set the mood. You'll have to tell me it
this works or not. I love this song by the by. And anyone who cares,
it's yes, another song off The Division Bell cd.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise
and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment
purposes.
Keep Talking lyrics by Pink Floyd
[--song lyrics-- Lyrics with "~" are spoken by Stephen Hawking]
[~For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk~]
Heero was outlining the last assignment for the others. Duo and Quatre sat at the table where Heero was conducting this meeting. Trowa and Wufei sat on chairs along the wall. They listened quietly.
[There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me]
The mission sounded simple enough. A hidden OZ base had been located. It was a simple search and destroy mission. When Heero suggested Quatre and Duo attack from both flanks while the others took took front and rear positions, Trowa couldn't shake the bad feeling that was creeping into his subconscious. He wasn't sure why, but he felt Quatre would be endangered if the plan stayed as it was.
He could hear his conscious and subconscious battling it out. He subconscious always sounded like Quatre to him.
[I think I should speak now
(Why won't you talk to me)
I can't seem to speak now
(You never talk to me)
My words won't come out right
(What are you thinking)
I feel like I'm drowning
(What are you feeling)]
"Any questions?" Heero asked as he prepared to end the meeting. Quatre noticed that Trowa had a funny look on his face.
"Trowa? Is something wrong?" the blond boy asked. All eyes turned to Trowa.
"No," Trowa said shaking his head. "Nothing is wrong. When do we move out, Heero?"
"In three hours."
Everyone adjourned to check on their equipment. Trowa started to leave the room, when Quatre grabbed his harm.
Concerned aqua eyes looking, seeking to look into his soul, before the boy spoke again. "Are you sure you're okay, Trowa? How are you feeling?" Quatre asked.
Trowa almost didn't hear the words, his inner voices were battling so loudly.
[I'm feeling weak now
(Why won't you talk to me)
But I can't show my weakness
(You never talk to me)
I sometimes wonder
(What are you thinking)
Where do we go from here
(What are you feeling)]
Trowa smiled at the boy. "It's nothing really. Just ... just be careful out there today."
[~It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking~]
Quatre returned the smile with a brilliance that was almost blinding. "Of course, I'll be careful. You be careful too."
Trowa's intuition proved to be valid. This secret base was more than prepared for the arrival of the Gundams. They were out flanked at all positions. When Heavyarms ran out of ammo, Trowa fought valiantly with his saber. All the others managed to maintain the large numbers but Sandrock was being overwhelmed. Trowa managed to fight his way over to his comrade and secret crush. But he could tell by looking on the monitor that Quatre was indeed hurt.
Even outflanked, Duo and Heero managed to plant explosives and the base was destroyed. Upon returning to the safe house, Trowa carried Quatre to a bedroom, while Wufei got in contact with Sally to come help patch the boy up.
Trowa quietly watched the possessor of his soul, lying unconscious on the bed. His mind argued with itself while he watched helplessly, willing Sally to arrive faster.
[Why won't you talk to me
(I feel like I'm drowning)
You never talk to me
(You know I can't breathe now)
What are you thinking
(We're going nowhere)
What are you feeling
(We're going nowhere)]
The mental argument shifted. He could only hear Quatre's voice in his head.
[Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Where do we go from here]
Aqua eyes fluttered open for a second to see the concerned frown on Trowa's face. "Tr-owa," he said weakly.
Trowa got up from his chair and kneeled by Quatre's bed. "You've been hurt. Sally's on the way."
Quatre shifted and grimaced a little.
"Don't scare me like that anymore," Trowa said before he could stop himself.
Surprise danced upon the eyes of the fallen boy. "Hai, I'll try not to in the future," he smiled.
Trowa relieved that Quatre wasn't upset dared to go further, "Quatre, I ... really." Frustration played upon the emerald eyes. "I ... care."
Quatre, suddenly feeling like all pain had vanished from his body, reached over to embrace Trowa. "Oh, Trowa. I had wished it to be so. Is this a dream?"
Trowa, feeling every nerve ending tingle with the warmth of the embrace, ventured, "No, it's not a dream."
[~It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking~]
Owari
(:./babaca/keeptalking)
