fic: Blood on the Brain 2/?
Blood on the Brain 2/?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing
As a side note, my blog now has all 13 chapters of Dark Wolf in one post.
The current ‘safe house’ had been a shipping container at some point in its life. Now buried under a landfill like a hobbit hole with door that used to be a refrigerator it had made a fine home for several months. Power came from solar collectors as well as thermal from sensors sunk deep into the raging pile of trash. The floor was a mosaic of broken glass grouted with some strange gunk that Quatre had mixed up, which made it smooth and pebbly.
The table had the top of a boxy car from way before any of them were born, cut off and mounted in the floor so that it looked like the had just sunk into the floor. Duo and Quatre had been drunk when the table got made. It still generated snickers.
They had a washing machine made out of a large spent artillery casing and an engine from something that had probably been a car, a small car. It was also real good for shaking out bullet casings when they needed to make shake out some brass for reloading.
The music system had probably been at least a dozen different systems before becoming Heero’s gift to a then sick with the flu Duo. It had a small slot for putting something and there was another spot that would slowly open like a hatch with couple of control knobs inside that didn’t control anything anymore, so Duo wondered if maybe some of the circuitry had come from a drone of some kind. It played really good music though and they’d found a flash drive with 10,000 plus songs on it. Of course, it was all old as fuck, but Duo loved it nonetheless.
Wearing a pink robe that Quatre had left in the bathroom, his hair unbraided and drying, Duo swayed to his current favorite song, Despacito, singing loudly
“Tengo que bailar contigo hoy (DY)
Vi que tu mirada ya estaba llamándome
Muéstrame el camino, que yo voy (oh)
Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal
Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan
Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso (oh, yeah)”
“I am here,” Wufei said loudly, making sure his shopping bag clanked on the metal table louder.
Duo held up his hand so the motion detection would trigger, closed his fingers towards his thumb and the music turned down. He grinned brightly, still feeling euphoric from his intimacy with Heero. “Hey, Wu. How’d it go?”
Wufei glared at him, eyes raking him up and down. “What are you wearing? It seems unmanly.”
“UH, well, I borrowed it from Q. It feels really neat when it flows over my skin!” Duo spun around, the expensive silk flowing over his thighs.
Wufei’s dark eyes narrowed. “Where are your clothes?”
“In da washer,” Duo said, hands on his hips, not being overly careful about making sure the robe was closed in the front. “Why?”
“You washed them last week and I have known you to wear them until someone complains of body odor.”
Duo’s mouth fell open for a moment. “Wow! That’s just mean. If you must know, when Heero and I were saying goodbye....”
“No!” Wufei held up a hand. “I don’t want to know. I have brought ‘fixings’ for Spa get tee. As you’re dressed like a woman, perhaps you won’t mind cooking.”
Duo pounced on the bag. “I’m good with that.” He wiggled his eyebrows, though he was careful to only get so deep under Wufei’s skin. He was well aware that they were all murderous fucks. “This is great, Wu! Thanks! There’s hot water if ya wanna take a nice bath before food is ready.”
Wufei have him a curt nod as Duo picked up the bag.
“Oh and I fixed that servo you needed to replace. I stress tested it out to double what it was rated for before. I wouldn’t push it too far though.”
“You are useful,” Wufei said, nodding his head gratefully.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Duo said as he flounced off to the kitchen.
The kitchen also served as a machine shop. They could literally cast new parts if they needed to. So it was that Duo set about cooking spaghetti noodles in a jerry-rigged micro smelter. It was a very efficient use of space.
As the sauce warmed, his stomach growled. He was hungry. He was always hungry. It was like he never got over being hungry as a kid. He wasn’t hungry when Heero was touching him, but other than that, he’d never gotten hold of enough food to not feel hungry. He knew it wasn’t that he needed to eat more. Rationing on the Sweeper ships, when there needed to be rationing, which was mostly always, was done by how many calories one needed for bmr and activity level. He knew very well he did not need to eat fifteen thousand calories in a day, well not most days, anyway.
Dinner well under way, he decided to check on his clothes. They had a wringer to run them through, though it was a manual with a hand crank. Getting them dry took a little time, though there were times that required them to be worn before they were dry. Honestly, that wasn’t much fun.
The knock at their refrigerator door froze him.
“Wu, you got pants I can borrow?”
“Shi,” he assented, tossing Duo a pair of loose black pants that looked like all of Wufei’s pants.
As Duo put the pants on and retrieved his own pistol from the holster on the table leg, Wufei opened the door, his own pistol behind his back.
There was a woman on the other side, her belly swollen, hair slick with sweat. The boy next to her was younger than Wufei, and holding her up as best as he could.
“Woman,” Wufei greeted her, his thumb on the safety.
“Duo,” she asked, pale, a line of white around her lips, her voice odd.
The boy next to her made gestures with his hand, complicated, like something out of an anime as far as Wufei was concerned.
Duo ran up then, Q’s pink robe tucked into the black pants. He made gestures back at the two outside their door.
Wufei considered how much of a pain in the ass it would be to shoot all three of them.
“Wu,” Duo asked, smiling at Wufei, a sweet smile, seemingly innocent and trusting. Duo could be the farthest thing from death, sometimes and it was unsettling. “You know anything about giving birth, like not with a gestation pod, but like with your own body?”
Wufei’s mouth dropped open, blush turning his cheeks bright, dark eyes watching Duo like, then Duo’s words unpacked in his head and the asked, “Are you asking if I know how to help a WOMAN give birth?”
“Yeah,” Duo said with a layer of ‘duh’.
“I am familiar with the concepts. However, your ‘friend’ should go seek medical advice. I am also assuming, from the flying hand gestures that they are deaf, not ninjas.”
“Yeah,” Duo said with a little more duh added in. “This is Miranda. She can’t go to the hospital. Her husband killed some ozzies and they’re looking at her for aiding and abetting.”
Duo signed back to her that Wufei knew everything, then helped her to step up into the refrigerator.
“She’s going to get blood everywhere,” Wufei hissed.
“Won’t be the first time or the last,” Duo said, taking her weight off her smaller son. Then her water broke and she growled in pain.
Wufei just stared, his thumb on his temple, a finger laying over his eyebrow. “Maxwell! Fine! Take her to the medical room.”
About an hour later, Trowa and Quatre slipped in through the refrigerator. Quatre immediately began mopping up the floor, fretting about not being met at the door, not having music on, that something must be wrong.
Trowa found dinner in the kitchen and came back with a plate, eating as he walked. “Dinner is still warm. Can’t have gone far.”
“What the hell is this on the floor!?
Trowa squatted down, fork still in his mouth, touched the clear pool that wasn’t fully mopped up yet, sniffed it. “Amniotic fluid.”
Miranda screamed and followed it with mangled curse words directed at Duo.
Quatre and Trowa looked at each other then wandered to the medical room.
An unfamiliar woman lay on their exam table, makeshift stirrups made from straps hanging from the ceiling and set with towel lined ammo boxes where she rested her feet. Duo had his tablet in one hand, pointed at the woman’s perineum. “That’s it! It says to rub and stretch it, so it doesn’t tear.”
Trowa took another bite of spaghetti. Quatre’s pretty pink robe was folded safely on the far counter, so there was Duo, bare to the waist, hair in a quick ponytail. He looked back at Miranda, made slow exaggerated breaths and then the sign for push, but with only one hand, because he was holding his tablet.
Quatre covered his mouth with both hands and then the head crested.
“It’s a baby!” Wufei said, face pale, gloved fingers still rubbing where Duo had said to rub.
Miranda bore down hard, groaning, teeth gritted, and suddenly a brand new baby girl slipped into Wufei’s hands. Duo set his tablet down and grabbed the towel from the back of Wufei’s chair so he could wrap the little girl up as soon as Wufei cut and clamped the cord with a small gundanium tubing clamp.
“That’s my baby,” Wufei said reaching for her back.
“I’m pretty sure she’s not yours, Wu,” Duo said gently, as he laid the baby in Miranda’s arms.
“My wife would have had my babies,” Wufei said, stunned a little.
Quatre laid a hand on Wufei’s shoulder, cautiously. “When there is peace, you’ll have babies.”
Wufei laid a hand on Quatre’s hand and hung his head.
“What will you name her,” Duo signed.
“What is his name,” Miranda asked.
“Wufei,” Duo spelled out.
“I’ll name her Wufei,” Miranda said happily, before touching her daughter’s face.
“What did she say,” Wufei asked.
“She says she’s gonna name the baby after you.” Duo’s smile twitched, hoping Wu would be okay with that.
Discomfort twitched over Wufei’s face. “Ask her to name the baby Meilan. That was my wife’s name.”
Duo conveyed the question and Miranda nodded.
Wufei stood up.
“Oh no, you’re not done,” Duo said, pointing back between Miranda’s spread legs. “You gotta get the placenta out still.”