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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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“You're serious?” Sally asked excitedly, moving the phone to cradle it between her left ear and shoulder as she opened the email just sent to her. Cynthia Moore was a scientist who had high standings and a Nobel Peace Prize under her belt. Duo had been directed toward her for help and the woman had been invaluable.
“It isn't definite, and you said there was a control device, so that might prevent it from working, but I managed to deactivate and reactivate the implant using the method outlined in the file.”
Sally skimmed the procedure, heart sinking slightly. “I'd have to remove them first.”
“I know. I won't lie, it's a risk. Operating on someone with Lendrings's is dangerous at best. I'd save this as a last resort. Has he showed any ending-stage symptoms?”
She set the file to printing and leaned back in her chair. “Not yet, and he's only had one full episode and three smaller ones. The fatigue is starting to set in, though, so that shows further progression into the middle stage. I'm expecting more frequent episodes to start soon. But so far, brain function has remained normal.”
Cynthia sighed. “Then you've probably got another two or three months at best, as long as you can keep him from getting sick or crashing during an episode.”
Sally rubbed her tired eyes. “What's the absolute latest I should wait?”
“I'd say another forty-five days, unless his symptoms onset faster. Then move on your own discretion.”
Not quite what she wanted to hear, but better than nothing. “Thanks, Cynthia, I don't know what we would have done without you.”
“My pleasure to be able to help. Contact me if you need any more assistance.”
“You can count on that.” She hung up and snatched the papers from the printer, reading through them more carefully. It would take three, maybe four hours from start to finish, and that wasn't counting dislodging the implants. If they were as difficult to get out as Wufei's had been, which she was sure they would be, that would add another thirty minutes to an hour.
She wandered from her office to the elevator, eyes fixed on the printout. It would be dangerous to put Duo under for any length of time, five hours weren't just risky, they were practically deadly. She stepped out of the elevator and moved silently down the hall toward Une's office. She decided to hold off on telling Duo about the procedure until she fully studied it and knew she could pull it off.
******
Harry glanced up as a Preventer entered his cell and gazed down at him, hands on his hips. “Well, you've made a fine mess, haven't you?”
Harry shrugged. “Bound to happen sooner or later.”
The man snorted. “He's knows you're caught and spilled your guts.”
“And you were glad to tell him, right?”
“Didn't have to. He's got the footage from the security cameras here at his disposal now.”
Harry sat up from his sprawl on the cot. “He send you to kill me?” A quick nod was his answer and he dropped his eyes to the floor. “Guess talking didn't save my neck after all.”
“No, and now I have to put my ass on the line. That really pisses me off. You at least had the element of surprise. Now he expects me to take out not one, but two ex-Gundam pilots.” He snorted again. “I'm beginning to wonder if the money is worth it.”
Harry smirked mirthlessly. “I started wondering that a while back.” He stood, knowing there was no way he was going to make it. He pulled his belt off. “You can go. I promise you'll find a corpse the next time you come in.”
The man nodded and left the room. Harry sneered at his back before the door closed. He hated infiltrators and double agents. In his mind, either be good or bad. To try to pretend one way or the other was hypocritical.
******
Duo sat up on the sofa as Blake and Trowa came into the living room. The only sign Trowa wasn't happy was a slight tightening around his eyes, but Blake's face showed his frustration clearly. “What happened?”
“Harry Clark strangled himself to death today.”
Duo's eyes popped out of his head. “What? Why?”
He shook his head, falling on the sofa next to his lover. “Who knows? One minute he's promising to do whatever we want to nail Knight and the next he kills himself. It doesn't make any sense.”
Duo closed his eyes. They'd just lost their only lead. He slid to his feet slowly and moved up the stairs without a word. Everything had been riding on finding Knight. He knew Sally was doing her best, but he didn't think there was any way for them to get the implants operating again. It was more out of stubborn pessimism on his part.
He pushed into his and Blake's room and leaned his back to the door, gazing at the made bed, courtesy of the staff. He'd never made a bed in his life. He didn't see much need as he was only going to mess them up later. He pushed from the door and curled in a ball in the middle of the bed, gripping his braid in his fist.
He'd told Quatre he wouldn't complain if they weren't able to get him help, and he had no intention of it; but he never said he wouldn't be sad. He had that right, didn't he?
“Duo?” The bed dipped behind him and a gentle hand fell on his shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?”
He raised a shoulder. “What's there to say?”
“Whatever you want to. Whatever you're feeling.”
He closed his eyes. “I'm not even sure what I'm feeling.”
“You're giving up,” he said flatly.
Duo turned to look over his shoulder. “I'm tired of hoping and getting let down. Damn it, Fei, it was supposed to be a permanent fix. Life was handed to me on a silver platter and then snatched away just when I started to believe in forever.” He clamped his mouth shut as he realized he was complaining.
Wufei shook his head. “Let it out, Duo.”
A nervous chuckle burst from Duo's mouth but he choked it back, sure it would turn into something else entirely and he was struggling to not break down. “I can't.”
He sighed. “There's still time. Can't you have a little faith in Sally? You said yourself that you probably had a year or so left.” Duo flinched slightly and Wufei frowned. “What?”
“That was a... miscalculation.”
“What?” Blake's startled voice exclaimed.
Duo glanced to the doorway, not having realized the others were standing in the hall eavesdropping. He sat up slowly and dropped his eyes to his lap. “Guys... At most, I've got a couple of months.” He looked up to Blake. “I'm sorry,” he whispered in a tightly. “I wanted forever with you.” His voice broke and he dropped his face to his hands as the sobs came against his will.
Hands fell on him and warm bodies surrounded him as all his friends circled him on the bed. Offering the only thing they could at the moment, support. And he needed that more than he had ever needed anything. He cried until his face was flushed and eyes swollen. Through his own tears he could hear Quatre's sniffles and Blake's soft intakes of breath. He could feel Heero's strong arms holding him up, while Trowa's steady hands kept him together. Wufei whispered soft encouragements that they weren't giving up.
He clutched at his braid, praying with everything inside of him that he could keep this. That he wouldn't lose them. “Oh God, I'm not ready to die.”
Blake's arms tightened around him. “You're not,” he said fiercely. “Either we'll find Knight or Sally will find a way. I'm not letting you go without a fight.”
“None of us are,” Trowa agreed.
“Hm.”
Duo laughed suddenly. “Dang, Heero, I thought we'd worked out your habit of one syllable answers.”
“Hm.”
He chuckled again and it was laced with exhaustion. The others pulled back and he sighed tiredly. “I need a nap.”
Quatre hugged him quickly. “You'll be okay, Duo. I just know you will.”
The lump in his throat kept him from answering so he just nodded and watched the others leaving, holding tightly to Blake's hand. “Stay?”
The blond nodded and stretched out on the bed, pulling Duo to his chest. “Love you.”
“Me too.”
******
Wufei lay silent, nestled in Heero's arms. He felt slightly frustrated by the fact the Japanese man had found sleep so easily while he'd stared at the wall for a good hour and a half. It wasn't fair. If he had to be awake, Heero should have to be, too. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous thought. He should have been happy his lover was asleep. If he was awake he'd be demanding to know what was wrong, and Wufei wasn't sure he had an explanation for the uneasy feeling in his chest.
It had started when Blake had informed them Harry Clark killed himself and grown while Duo told them his timetable was much shorter than they thought. By the time they'd gone to bed, Wufei was near panicked on the inside. He felt like he was standing on a ledge and at any moment something from behind was going to shove him off.
Not just him, either. They were all perched there precariously and there seemed to be nothing he could do to pull them back or stop the threat. He'd had the feeling before, just before Meiran died and before he woke up in a clinic strapped to a table. Both times he'd known something disastrous was coming, and both times he'd been unable to stop anything.
He shivered slightly and the arms around him tightened. A hint of security ran through him, a small amount of hope. Wrapped in strong arms that protected him even in sleep, how could anything hurt him? He closed his eyes with that thought and finally drifted to sleep.
******
“It's taken care of.”
“Good. There's a small change in plan. I want you to bring Chang to me.”
Silence. “That's going to be difficult.”
“I don't care how difficult it is. Kill Yuy and bring me Chang.”
“It'll take time. They're running screens on us before we're allowed to be in the security detail around the mansion. I'm not up for patrol for another week.”
“Just do whatever you have to. I want Chang in my presence within two weeks, got it?”
“Of course.”
“Don't mess this up.”
“Hey, I've never failed you before, have I?”
He grunted. “Neither had Clark.”
TBC....
I’m terribly sorry for the extreme angst and drama. But I’ve learned that we writers can be terribly evil to characters, especially characters we love for some bizarre reason. It does make happy endings that much happier, right? ^_^
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