Fic: A Wrench to the Heart 9/?

A Wrench to the Heart 9/?



Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing.

Note: OH man.. I struggled with this chapter.



The house was set fairly far back from all the other houses. It didn’t really seem like a presidential mansion or any such status place, but in the context of the colony, Alexander could see how Duo’s house was a place of status. While the main train line ran in and out, the line went through a couple of kilometers of forest land in both directions, all around it. The house itself kept with the slightly Victorian flair, done in blue and white, with ornate trim and wind vanes, even though no wind blue on the space station  Watching from inside Duo’s private car on the train, he knew he’d never seen it before, but it still felt like coming home.

“Are there no cars on this colony,” Alexander asked Quatre. It was only them, Amira, and Duo in the car.

“No,” Quatre said, now strong enough to roll his own chair back from the table he and Alexander. “Duo loves cars way too much not to have roads. The train lines were designed so you can’t see the roads while on the train.”

“Who designed this colony?” Heero asked, also rising, dropping his napkin back on the small table.

“Duo, mostly,” Quatre said as the train came to a slightly rocking stop. “After The Rage, we recovered him in a life pod, along with all the other survivors. He was in a dreadful state. He didn’t speak in coherent sentences for two years after he was recovered. The physical damage alone would have killed him had he not had access to care on L4. After he began to fully recover, I suggested this colony and the group home as a focus for him. It has been a wonderful success. He’s raised over a hundred children that wouldn’t have been a good fit anywhere else. This colony is a haven for art and science. It has launched two deep  space exploration vessels.”

Alexander really didn’t know what to say to that. Then other staff were entering the car, transferring Duo’s sleeping form to a hovering stretcher. In sleep the man looked so peaceful, beautiful, like Sleeping Beauty. He wanted so much to reach out and touch that slightly blushing cheek, those lips.

“You didn’t cause his attack,” Quatre said firmly. “The tumor is at war with rest of his brain. It was just bad timing.”
“Bad timing,” Alexander agreed, following Quatre out of the train car.

A young opened the door for them and started at Duo worriedly was he was brought in. She had dark circles under her eyes and her clothes all looked a little larger than they should be. She held out her hand to Quatre. “Welcome to Tintagel. I’m Charlotte, Duo’s personal assistant.”

“Yes, of course,” Quatre said, “I’m Quatre Raberba Winner. The gentleman behind me is Professor Alexander Tanaka. He will be staying for a while. I’ll be here for a little while. See that a room is made up for both of us.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her eyes wide, her breath half held as Quatre held her hand. When he let go, slightly flustered she turned to Alexander, who looked exactly like Heero Yuy, so much so that she nearly forgot how to speak. Quatre was one thing, but someone that knew both Duo and Quatre who looked that much like Heero Yuy - It was like a Roman meeting Romulus or Remus. She reached for his hand and he shook, just a normal handshake, but she couldn’t quite get air into her throat. “Professor Tanaka.”

“Charlotte San,” he replied politely, much more concerned with getting his hand back and dispelling any misplaced hero worship. “I look like Heero Yuy. I have often been mistaken for him.”

“I see,” she said, nodding like that make perfect sense. She closed the door. “School won’t be out for another couple of hours. I thought Duo was coming home tomorrow.”

“We made good time,” Quatre said, already moving on from his conversation with her.

“Sister Maria,” he greeted a woman in a rocking chair with a small baby in her arms. “I appreciate you being able to help out at such short notice.”

“My pleasure,” Sister Maria said sweetly. The baby in her arm, with just a touch of bright red hair, laughed and waved her little fist at Quatre. “You didn’t tell me he had a newborn here though.”

“That’s because he doesn’t,” Quatre said, reaching out to tickle the baby’s foot, “Does he, Julia?”

The baby’s eyes focused on Quatre.  Quatre glared back, blue eyes narrowing reproachfully.

When a black cat jumped down from Sister Maria’s arms, she yipped so loudly it was more scream than yip.  She watched as the baby, now a black cat ran and jumped onto Duo’s belly, curling up and glaring back at Quatre.

Quatre motioned for the health workers to leave the cat alone. “Miss Charlotte, please show them to the elevator and up to Duo’s room.”

“Of course,” she said motioning for them to follow her.
Alexander’s mouth hung open. “What was that all about?”

“Tintagel hosts unusual children. Julia is pretty much a permanent resident, though Duo keeps telling me that her condition continues to improve. He’s always been very optimistic.”

The cat purred as the medical staff guided Duo’s off to the elevator.


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“I know you’re awake,” Alexander said gently. “You’ve been awake for ten hours, but you don’t open your eyes. Why?”

Duo lay in his own bed, a monitor bracelet on his arm. His heart rate sped up a little at the sound of Alexander’s voice. When Alexander ran fingers over the back of Duo’s hand. “What are you afraid of?”

“That when I open my eyes, you’ll be gone. I know I’m insane. I’m really sorry, Heero. I just...,” Duo reached up to scrub his face. “I don’t know what happened. My Heero’s actually gone.”

Alexander touched the tips of his fingers to Duo’s lips. “So you didn’t like that kiss? It was my first kiss, I think, though I guess that can’t be true. I think I must have kissed you before.”

Violet eyes snapped open, crossing to look at the fingertips on his lips, then snapping up to look at Alexander.  “Wait,” Duo said, jerking up into a sitting position and realizing he was in his own bed, his own room. “Are you really here?”

“I am.”

“Do... you remember?”

“No.” Alexander said, his fingers templeing, blue eyes calm. “Heidegger said that Every man is born as many men and dies as a single one, but we don’t really die anymore, unless we wish to.  Whatever man I am, I am drawn to you, Duo. I find my being in relation to you.  I wasn’t alive until I kissed you. My entire life was like following a recipe that someone else selected. Please forgive me, for not remembering Heero, but please give me a chance to see who I will be.”

Duo ran a hand through his mussed up hair and stared at Heero.  Sitting lotus style, hands holding the back of his head, he said in a hushed voice, “You know I’m probably fucking dying, right? Fuckin’ sorry about having an attack when we kissed. That was unfortunate and I fucked up your life. That was really selfish of me.”

“Duo,” Alexander said softly, scooting to the edge of his seat. “You’re depressed. It’s a lingering effect of the illness. We are not going to let you die. We’re going to find or create an encryption key, completely cure you. Many people love you. I think I have loved you from before I existed. Whatever happened on The Rage, we survived. I was lost, but you never stopped looking for me. You’re a little lost too, but we will learn to steer the boat together.”

“No, look, Alexander... Sometimes I lose time. I’ll be in one place.. And ... like I found out about you when I was camping.. Then when I woke up I was on L1. I think sometimes I kill people,” Duo said, holding up his hands. He’d broken out into a cold sweat, eyes tingling with tears that he didn’t want to cry. “I think I’m dangerous, Alexander.”

Alexander reached out to gently run his fingers over Duo’s hand, then when Duo didn’t pull away, to lace their fingers together. “Did you that I can take apart and put back together more firearms than I knew existed? My hands just move through it like I’ve been doing it all my life. It feels as natural as brushing my teeth.”

“Not surprised,” Duo admitted, staring at their entwined hands. “Are you... are you staying?” Duo looked up, a tear slipping down his face.

“Yeah. I’m staying. “I believe you offered me a job.”

“But.. your parents? My god, that’s a strange thing to say. Are they really your parents? You remembering being a child?”

Alexander arched an eyebrow. “Mother has a collection of my baby teeth. They will be here this afternoon. You’ve been unconscious for two weeks, just to let you know.”

“Oh that’s shit.” He scrubbed hard at his face. “Ty’s gonna be so pissy with me. Oh god, have you been here all that time?”

“I have. Mr. Winner also hired a doctor to stay here with us and another aide to help with the children. They have all been very somber. I think they fear if you are not able to take care of them, that they will not be safe anymore.”

“Wull,” Duo said swinging his legs over the bed. “We’ll have to make sure that doesn’t happen, won’t we?”

Alexander smiled, giving Duo’s hand a little squeeze. “That we will.”

Comments

Lyle Stafford said…
somethings up with the formatting for the last half of this one .
It's great , though!

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