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A Very Important Lesson	By : Kitsunehi Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Very Important Lesson
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Okay, just so I can't stress this enough: This fic is not going to be for
everyone. There is blood, insanity, some minor medical precedures...please
heed the warnings listed, ne? Here you are, 'Shadow-chan...it's your fault I
wrote it out... ^_~

Pairings: 3xS (it's not what you think!)

Warnings: Twisted, demented and not for the squeamish. Very ickynastybad
things happen!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Gundam Wing. The idea came to me at work
and that alone gives me the wiggins. Please don't call the men in the Pretty
White Coats...they keep refusing to take me for rides in their car with the
nifty flashies... ;p

Other info: "~::~::~::~::~::~::" = flashback sequence

"* * *" = change in POV
It was four in the morning and Trowa woke before his alarm, ready to start
the day. Sally was still asleep beside him, but her eyes opened when he
called out to her. "It's time," he told his wife.
First thing was to dress and watch Sally do so as well; he loved the way she
moved, so unguarded and languid. So beautiful. She offered him a small
smile and they began their trek down the hallway to where their patients
were. One by one, the other pilots had come to him, each with ailments that
left them unable to care for themselves. So, he had done what any good
friend would do; he took them in, and began nursing them.
Soon after all four of his brothers-in-arms had needed to be dependent on
him, he'd asked Sally to join him when he ran into her one night after she'd
left work. She'd seemed a bit hesitant to leave her position with the
Preventers at first, but when she heard that the other pilots needed her
help, she was more than willing to join Trowa in his mission to care for the
others. Slowly, they had fallen in love and he had playfully told her that
he wouldn't take no for an answer when he finally asked her to marry him.
That was one thing that he'd never expected; marrying the older woman. But
they had lived together happily for the last ten years in their quiet home
away from the noise and filth of everything a city had to offer. The
ceremony had been something of a secret; the other four pilots had been
present to witness the event, but that was about it. By now, the marriage
was actually common law and no one minded at all. Just because they hadn't
had an officiate or anything of the sort, it hadn't changed the almost
religious quality of the ceremony that day, as his dearest friends watched
on.
It was always hard for Trowa to walk into the room first thing in the
morning. It was right then that medication had been wearing off and he was
subjected to the sight of four vibrant, active souls held immobile by their
sickness. He approached Quatre first, smiling kindly down at the small
blonde. "Good morning, Quatre," he greeted softly, stroking the fine
platinum strands away from the pale face. Somewhat clouded aquamarine eyes
opened and welled up with tears of pain and helplessness. "I know, Little
One," he murmured. "But I have meds for you...and breakfast." He tried to
sound cheerful, but it was so hard to keep a happy front up with an empathy.
He measured out the Phenobarbital, Codeine and Vigortol for beginners; one to
keep him calm, the second for the pain and the last was a vitamin supplement
to keep his friend healthy. Once the kangaroo bag was filled with the
mixture that had been watered down somewhat to ensure smooth flow to the
g-tube in the other boy's stomach, he made sure to carefully flush the line
with water. Next was feeding, which was a thick liquid meal that offered the
right amount of calories to keep him at a reasonable weight. It would take
quite some time for the meal to go through the tubing, so in the meantime he
asked Sally to set up the others for their own meds and breakfasts while he
hooked up the bath.
The most important thing was the bathing chair that would allow the excess
water to drain through the fine plastic mesh stretched across large pieces of
white PVC pipe. The Velcro straps were adjusted for the little blonde's body
mass and height, ensuring that he wouldn't slip when the chair got wet, then
the water was started to run to the right temperature as Trowa pulled the
pale gray caddy off the shelf that held his friend's toiletries.
Once that was set, he returned to the bed, taking off the padded
restraints-sometimes the others would have violent dreams and in their states
could hurt themselves, so as a precaution, he began keeping them all
carefully contained at night. Next was the removal of the external cathedar
they all used; it was better than putting four very proud young men in
diapers; after all, he would have been mortified to have had such a thing
done to himself. The bag was emptied of waste and cleaned out with
antiseptic before being hung back in it's place beside the bed.
The small blonde was light enough that it was nothing for Trowa to carry him
to the bath and tow the stand that held the feeding bag of IsoSource at once,
so Quatre was carefully picked up into his friend's strong arms and then
gently set on the blue chair and strapped in. He tested the warmth of the
water against Quatre's foot, and noting no complaints from the Arabian, he
began wetting down the pale man's skin.
He turned to ask Sally if she had seen Quatre's specific shower scrub when he
noticed that she was pouring too much medication into Heero's bag. "Sally,
love," he began, striding over to her. "That's too much..."
* * *
Sally shook her head again, tears welling in her once-lively blue eyes. When
she had agreed to come to the cabin to help him, he'd told her he knew where
the other four were. They'd all been missing for some time, starting with
Heero. It wasn't unusual for the Japanese man to disappear for months on
end, but when the Preventers had gotten a call from Hilde asking when Duo
would be back from assignment that they began to get suspicious. The
organization hadn't required any of the American's help and had even agreed
in the past to not call on him unless there was something they most
definitely couldn't handle on their own.
Shortly afterward, Quatre dropped out of sight and it was time for a
full-scale search. The Preventers had called Trowa from the circus to help
with the effort, and he had agreed immediately. He had paired up with WuFei,
seeing as they had worked well together in the past, and after a short time,
communications from Preventer Void and his civilian partner ceased.
Then, like a fool, when he'd approached her on her way to her apartment one
night several weeks later, looking much worse for wear, she had gone with
him, believing his story that there was no time to contact that others; the
former pilots were relatively safe, but he needed her medical expertise to
make certain they were safe to be moved from where they were. Without a
second thought, she climbed into the gray-green car with him after grabbing
her portable med kit from her jeep. He was silent for most of the trip, not
answering many of her questions. He told her that the others were okay, but
that he needed her help.
It wasn't until after they reached the compound and she had seen the drugged
and bound pilots that she attempted to call for help. That was when she
realized that her communicator was gone, as was her cellular phone, pager and
even the bug that she had in the collar of her shirt that served as a locator
and distress beacon in case of emergency. She vaguely remembered the way
that the green-eyed young man had bent over next to her when she was at her
vehicle...the coffee he gave her on the trip up...she'd fallen asleep...there
was a small incision where the tracker should have been.
After a moment of cold fear, she turned to demand an explanation, only to
receive a haymaker blow to the underside of her chin. When she'd regained
consciousness, she'd tried to talk to the former Heavyarms pilot. All it did
was irritate him, and he told her in a cold, calm voice that he had a new
mission. The world had grown more harsh, particularly toward the former
soldiers of the Eve Wars. Once it got out that the five of them had piloted
the Gundams, it would only have been a matter of time before their lives
would be in jeopardy. He'd taken it upon himself to keep them all safe.
Of course, he'd told her, in their confusion and inability to grasp the
seriousness of the situation, he'd had to be more convincing, then, in the
end, had to keep them there with physical means of restraint. It was for
their own good, he'd reasoned. He kept them safe, healthy, clean and loved
and cared for. It was peaceful there; no threats of war or being called back
into a bloody fight that was no longer theirs.
When she'd argued, he'd nearly choked her to death. Then, after reviving
her, he informed her that she now owed him her life and that all he asked was
for help in caring for the others. She knew that it was only a matter of
time before she would be able to free the other captives, so she agreed. It
was a relatively easy plan.
However, she had not been prepared for the way that Trowa carefully watched
the intake of everything into his friend's bodies. For a while, he refused
to let her out of his sight until he was certain that she could be trusted to
care for the other pilots in a way he deemed appropriate. The big problem,
therefore, had come when she tried to escape and found herself on the floor,
gasping for breath.
He had taken it upon himself to implant a receiver just above her nerve
center that he could control at will with a small remote he'd implanted in
his own skin. There was nothing she could do under his supervision. It had
only taken once to be taught that he wouldn't let her free the others, so it
was up to her. She was quite certain that after a certain distance, he
wouldn't be able to use the controller on her, so she tried to run.
When she woke from the glorious pain the receiver shot through her brain, she
found herself strapped to a table in a white gown. He was there, hovering
above her, offering a sweet smile when he saw she was awake. She nearly
sobbed when he bent over to bestow a light kiss on her lips.
~::~::~::~::~::~::~::
"Sally," he began softly. "I understand now that you were feeling that
perhaps I wasn't prepared to go for the long haul with you and you were just
frightened to tell me. I don't want that to be the case with us."
Her eyes widened in horror when she saw he was wearing a tuxedo. "I know
this isn't a formal ceremony, Sally, but I've been doing a lot of thinking.
I've been wrong to keep my thoughts to myself...perhaps if I had told you
that I was ready to commit myself to you, you wouldn't have been so unhappy.
"I love you, Sally," he blurted out, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I do,
and that's why I'm here, now, asking for you to marry me. And I won't take
no for an answer," he added with a playful smile and a wink.
When she tried to talk to him once again, he only shook his head. "I told
you, Sally," he repeated, his voice turning to steel. "I won't take no for
an answer and I won't have my wife trying to run off where she won't be
safe." He ignored her protests as he applied tourniquets to her thighs, just
above the knees, speaking as though she were not pleading with him to listen
to her.
"Trowa...I won't..." she began, finally seeing the look of horror in the eyes
of the other captives. They couldn't speak, as they were too drugged to do
much of anything, but she understood the moment she heard the electric whine
of the bone saw Trowa lifted easily, positioning it just below her right knee.
The blood was terrible when it sprayed up from the table, where she refused
to look. Oddly, there was very little pain. She knew that she was in shock
and tried to let her mind detach from the situation as Trowa was soon covered
in a fine red mist, tilting his head just so that he could supervise himself
and ensure that he wouldn't receive any bone splinters to his eyes.
It didn't even strike her to cry when she glanced over and saw the tears
streaming down WuFei's face as Trowa took her there on the table after the
amputation.
~::~::~::~::~::~::~::
She cursed her luck when she heard him approach her. She'd hoped now that he
trusted her more; it had taken nearly eight years, but he began to trust her
with the daily running of medication and feeding as he tended to bathing and
other chores that required his skills. She had finally had enough and had
gathered her own courage to end it.
As his back was turned, she began overmedicating the former pilots. There
was no other way. She had to make it stop.
But then, she heard his calm, soft voice call out to her as he strode up
behind her. "Sally, love...that's too much..."
"He's in pain," Sally informed her 'husband'. "He needs it."
"He could die, darling," Trowa argued gently. "I know that you're fully
aware of what you're doing what his limits are, but I just worry. After all,
where would they be if we weren't here to care for them?"
"Free," she choked, shaking her head at him. "We would all be free."
"What are you talking about, darling?" he asked, kneeling beside her
wheelchair. "You're all well cared for here; I can make sure that no one
hurts any of us again. I only want the best for us all. And here we are;
one happy family."
He pointed to himself, then her. "Daddy, Mommy," he began and gestured to
the other pilots, "and our four beautiful children. Just perfect." His
smile turned cold and he fingered the area of his wrist where he kept the
transmitter and watched her eyes go wide. "But that's only if you behave
yourself, Sally. But now, you've gone and made a mess of things, making the
boys think they can use too much medicine if it hurts more than they're
comfortable with and that's Very Bad.
"But don't cry so, Sally," he whispered. "You know we need to set a good
example for the children, so take your punishment like a big girl, hm?"
As she lost consciousness, she heard him speaking to the others. "Now you
all need to learn a very important lesson today..."
-Owari @.@;;;
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