Friday, October 7, 2016

fic: Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 2/?

Camelot: Zombies for Lunch 2/?
By Max


Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing


“Seriously?” Roy complained, one green eyebrow raised. “An anti-grav pillow?”


Moody straddled a fluffy pillow covered in the same blue sky and white fluffy clouds fabric of her pajamas.  She floated  so her head was about as high as Duo’s head, his braid held in both hands. She giggled as he towed her around the kitchen. She bounced on the pillow, using his braid like reigns, “Go, go,” she begged.


“Let me wash this pan, Chicky, then we’ll go get some stuff I need to take with me.” He looked over his shoulder, held up one finger, violet eyes giving her the eye, “Be patient.”


“Okay,” she said, curling up on the pillow, still holding onto his braid, even though her thumb went into her mouth.


“You’re not even going to address my concerns about this are you,” Roy asked, sitting back down.


“For one,” Duo said, putting the pancake pan on the rack to dry, “especially as we’re going to be working together today, I think you and I need a little bit of space. For two, I didn’t make it. Your Papa made it. If you have questions or concerns, I suggest you address them to him,” then suddenly much more cheerfully, Duo asked, “Would you like another cup of coffee?”


“Not really,” Roy said with a sigh, shoulders slumped as if he were the only adult in the house of his childhood, “I think you and I have had enough coffee, don’t you?”


“You’re so mature,” Duo said, giving him a look that said what he meant was buzz kill, but he didn’t want to say that in front of Moody.


Roy turned to Heero and gave him a stern look. “You know that the rest of the Earthsphere does not run at this reckless rate of technological advance? Right? What if she wants to go to a regular colony someday? What if she wants to have a normal life? Why would you make her silly toys like this?”


Where Moody couldn’t see him, Duo motioned with his hand, telling Galen to set a sound barrier around her so she was hearing her favorite music, not her dad’s tirade or the response he expected from Heero.


Heero sipped his own tea and without wasting any facial expression. “You and your daughter carry non-human DNA. You have no business taking a position as a consultant with the new government or having anything to do with human communities outside of Camelot. Yes, I made her a pillow that floats so she can ride around behind her Granda and pull on his braid. She is at no risk.”


“You’re wrong,” Roy whispered, “I don’t have to hide here. The world outside of Camelot is not so backward. I’m a good doctor and you’re wrong! I am fully human!”


“You’ve looked at your DNA,” Heero said, leaving it at that.


Using a kitchen towel to dry his hands and arms, Duo turned to the table. “Now, come on. It’s not that serious. If the kid wants to go out in the world, between you and Q, we can keep things quiet, probably. If he fuckin’ kisses anyone, his wife’ll kill’em and then we’ll revisit this conversation. He’s right anyway. I can’t let a bunch of fuckin’ kids go open up The Henry, now can I?”


“Do you want me to come,” Heero asked.


“God, no, but you can have me a nice bath when I get back.”


“You’re going to need it. I love you,” Heero said.


“I love you too,” Duo said. He gestured and the sound cloud around Moody dissipated, bringing her attention back to the grown ups.


She tugged on Duo’s braid, dragging herself up to his neck so she could hug him. “Don’t be mad at Daddy.”


“I’m not mad at your dad,” he said lifting her onto his shoulders. “He and I are going to go help some sick people together. He’s a very good doctor. Want to help me pack my medical kit?”


“Okay!” she said, bouncing on his shoulders, little hands holding onto his bangs.


Heero finished his coffee, stood. “Come with me, Roy. You need updated vaccines.”


“Papa, don’t you think the Commonwealth can give me what I need?”


Heero’s blue eyes stared at Roy until he looked away. “No. They don’t know what’s on The Henry and they aren’t going to believe us if we tell them. Come to my workshop.”


Roy followed along, hands up. “What happened on The Rage, really? How are things that happened on The Rage still unresolved when that was so long ago?”


Heero sighed, shoulders rising and falling slowly as he opened the portal that lead to his workshop.  Heero’s space was neat, paperless, almost a completely empty off white room. He gestured and a table appeared with almost antiquated looking medical gear, glass bottles, actual needles.


Roy groaned. “Ohhh, Papa, do we have to use such old things? Technology has moved on.”


“Clearly,” Heero agreed, gesturing to a chair, “Sit. I choose to use technology from this era because it is familiar and comfortable for me. Don’t ask me about The Rage anymore. It makes Duo uncomfortable and I don’t want to do that.  What happened is none of your business.”  Heero drew up an injection using technology that was old when Heero was actually young. “I do not wish to speak of it again. Expose your shoulder.”


“Papa,” Roy said, eyes wide from Heero’s stern response. He unbuttoned his collar, pushed his shirt down to reveal his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to ... to hurt you.”


Heero injected him expertly, pushed the plunger in. “If you go to The Henry, you will need psychological therapy and  have I no vaccine that can help with that.”


“Papa, I just want to be a great doctor. I want people to know I’m a great doctor,” Roy said sadly. “They can’t know that if I don’t do anything.”


Heero cupped the side of Roy’s head, leaned close enough to touch his forehead to his adopted son’s forehead. “Being great is highly overrated. I suggest you try being happy instead.”


“But you’re great,” Roy said, “All of humanity celebrates Heero Yuy Day.”


Heero gave Roy’s head a gentle squeeze then pulled back. “They celebrate the day they think I died, the day I nearly lost everything that ever meant anything to me, Roy. Those moments I wanted to be great, when I was young - it was because I didn’t know what happy was. Roy you need to consider what you have a good life here.”


“I just don’t see that having a more public life puts that at risk,” Roy said quietly.


“Lack of vision,” Heero agreed, “is how I’ve gotten into most of my troubles.”


A head shot of Duo popped up and he smiled at them. “Hey boys! I’m taking Moody home! I’ll see you on the rescue ship, Roy.” Duo winked playfully. Moody waved over his shoulder.  The message blinked out as fast as it had come into being.


“I think he’s pretty pissed at me,” Roy said miserably.


“You don’t say,” Heero agreed. He stepped back, gestured, “Go on then, Dr. Maxwell. You are his son and there was ever any telling him what to do either. Have your adventure.”


“This is not about adventuring,” Roy said, indignant. “I’m an adult. I’m trying to advance my career.”


“I’m a very old man,” Heero said, “I need a cup of tea.  My husband is going to come home in a vile shit mood today and I’ve had to put my own research project on hold for possibly months. However, your behavior is within the normal range for a person of your age.”


Roy buttoned his shirt, his jaw so tight his head was starting to hurt. “Thanks, Papa. I think.”


A few minutes later he was on a shuttle for the commercial transit line that would take him to the Commonwealth main medical hub. While he expected his dad had portal jumped, which was quasi-legal, at best, he was going to go the conventional route. Transportation was so much faster than it had been when he was a teenager or when he was a child. As a child, he’d thought Camelot was in the far reaches of space. Now, he could take public transport right back into the main hub of human civilization in less than an hour.  Papa was wrong too, if he thought they could just hide. The solar system was much smaller than it used to be.


His parents just hadn’t kept up with technology! They didn’t understand how things actually were. He was just beginning to feel better about the himself and his view of the world when he got a call from his wife. Privacy shielding came up around his seat and he accepted.  He smiled at her and almost immediately his smile wavered.


She had short red hair that stood straight up.  She also had violet eyes and Roy had always wondered a little if she wasn’t somehow related to Duo, especially when she was mad.  


His heart beat weakly. “What’s wrong?”


“Your DAD,” she said, leaning closer to the screen, “brought Moody home with another pet.”


“Ah... Well,” he started searching for some kind of de-escalation technique that he hadn’t used before.


She held up her palm to the screen. “He brought home a spider, Roy. He brought a fucking spider into my house and my little girl is in love with it!”


Roy held up his hand, fingers pinching to what size he thought a spider might be sized like, then spread his fingers a little, knowing his dad. “It’s a small thing in a cage....”

“It’s a meter and a half across,” she screamed, “It’s in the living room reading Moody and her pet SHARK a story book. That’s right, Roy! The spider that’s a meter and a half across TALKS and it READS!”


Roy held up both hands, “I’ll talk to him! I promise! It’s my fault! I was really out of line this morning and I’ll make things right. I’m sorry!  Anj, I’m sorry! Do you want me to come home and take care of it right now?”


She sighed, using more energy she reached out through the screen, her hand a hologram he could feel, her fingers brushing over his cheek. “No. I think that’s what he meant to have happen. I can live with Matilde. That’s what she says her name is. You go show him that you’re all grown up and you can take care of yourself. I love you.”


“I love you too,” he said, turning to kiss her palm. “I’ll be home soon and I’ll take Matilde home.”


“See you when you get home,” Anj agreed. “Your dad is the worst father-in-law in the history of humanity.”


“You’ll get no argument from me,” Roy said, leaning back, his hands on his head. “Maybe I should just come home. Papa doesn’t think I should do this.”


“Roy,” Anj said, “At some point, they have to see you’re not a child. You’re a doctor and you’ve accepted a request from our government to render aid to a lost ship. That is what adults do. They help other people. Duo Maxwell may look young, but he’s not all there and always doing some crazy thing to amuse himself.”


“Hey,” Roy cautioned, brows drawing down.


“And before you get on about how he’s your dad and he’s raised hundreds of war orphans, he participated in those wars and made plenty of orphans himself and did I mention the meter and a half wide talking SPIDER in my living room?”


“Yeah, okay,” Roy said, “He’s a little eccentric. I’ll talk to him, I promise.”


“I know you will, baby,” Anj said. “Just don’t let them intimidate you okay? You are an excellent doctor! They have nothing on you!”


Roy smiled shyly, touched the screen, knowing she’d feel his touch. “I love you.”


“Knock’em dead, baby,” she said, then closed the call.

The rest of the trip went normally, just completely ordinary. He arrived at the med-hub, signed in, collected his gear, went through the briefing, and Duo never showed up. He both half hoped that Duo wouldn’t show up, and worried that he wouldn’t.  The briefing on the on The Henry could not explain why the ship could be lost so long and still have muted signs of life. Something was very wrong. The assembled team was twelve medical personnel, including two doctors. He had always been the junior doctor on the mission, but he was the only actual doctor in the briefing.  As the briefing was winding down, the med-techs were picking up their kits, he raised his hand.


“Yes, Dr. Maxwell,” Commander Augustine asked.


“I thought there were going to be two doctors on this mission, but in this briefing it was just the med-techs and me. Where is the senior doctor?”


“There was a change to the team,” Commander Augustine. “The new senior doctor is Dr. Duo Maxwell.” She smiled gently. “I was advised you were aware of the change to the team.”


“Yeah,” Roy said, “But I wasn’t sure he was going to get the change made.”


“Dr. Duo Maxwell has a lot of clout,” she said. “He’s unconventional, but extremely effective.”


“Yeah,” Roy said, feeling like he’d never be far enough away from his Dad’s shadow.  What was awesome when he was a kid was like an albatross around his neck now. How, exactly, do you make a name for yourself when your dads are Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy and they’re not retired, but they’re just fucking show at your job if they think it’s dangerous.


The boarding claxons were sounding though and Roy hurried to get to the right airlock to be part of the boarding party. His space suit manifested around him, leaving him securely covered as he took his place in the boarding party. The thought was that whatever had caused the ship to go into distress had allowed the crew and minimal passenger compliment only enough time to get into space suits and that the AI on board had kept them in some kind of modified stasis that taken so much processing power for the older computer that it couldn’t take any further action.  


The med-techs had all were all more experienced, all there to do the majority of the work and all covered in the same encompassing space suits. The doctor’s job was mostly to just call time of death or approve any unusual life saving efforts.  It was an important job. He was making his own way in the world! For himself and his family!


“Hey,” Duo said, suddenly in his place beside him. Roy tilted his head, only then did he realize how much taller he was than his dad. In fact, his dad was kind of short... small. Duo smiled up at him, this brilliant ear-to-ear grin that he always had.  


“Dad! What are you doing? Where’s your envirogear? We don’t know we’ll find when we board!” For the first time, he was suddenly afraid that there might be risks to his dad and a rush of how much he loved the eccentric violet eyed man. “Get your protective gear on!”


Duo winked and held up an ebony wand which he touched to his forehead. “No need.”


“Dad! Did you bring a magic wand to an emergency boarding of a derelict ship? DAD!”


Duo grimace. “Of course it’s not a magic wand, idiot. I just like the esthetic. If I were you, I’d hold onto mah nutsack, cuz it’s about to get real.”

And then the airlock opened....



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