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“Family Ties”

January 2007 – ShenLong

Chapter 121

The debriefing took a little longer than Heero had first thought it would. He was used to giving a report that was clear, concise and to the point. That was all well and good for the Preventer side of things and kept Une happy, but the legal team?

They were a completely new kettle of fish.

Heero hadn’t dealt with the legal team before, usually his reports form his missions were enough and the legal team dealt with the prosecution from there. He’d been aware that he may be required to attend court should the occasion arise, but so far it never had.

The lawyers were a tough bunch, taking his debriefing report and wanting to expand on it from there. He answered their questions as honestly as he could and did his best not to glare at them. Three hours of constant questioning was starting to play havoc with his nerves. He was tired, stressed, ached form head to toe and wanted nothing more than to curl up with his husband and sleep for a week.

“I think that’s enough for now, gentlemen,” Une stated in a crisp tone. She could see the agent fast approaching the end of his tether and the last thing she wanted was for Yuy to lose his temper on the legal team.

“But,” the senior lawyer began to protest.

“I said, enough,” Une growled. “This agent needs rest, not interrogating. You can speak with him again in a day or two when he’s recovered. In the meantime you have enough facts and evidence to continue compiling the case.”

Heero gave Une a grateful look.

“Agent Day, you are free to go. I expect you to report back to headquarters for further orders in two days time,” Une told him.

“Thank you.” Heero gave the lawyers a curt nod and left the conference room, intent on going back to check on Duo.

Wufei, Quatre and Trowa had already left, their briefing and stint with the lawyers not having taken as long.

Within minutes Heero had reached the hospital section and Duo’s room. He walked quietly inside a soft smile on his lips as he noted his love fast asleep. Knowing just how tired he was, he could imagine how exhausted Duo must be and decided to leave his lover to sleep and recover. Pressing a kiss to the crown of Duo’s head, Heero whispered softly, “Sleep well my love, I’ll be back soon.”

Duo grunted softly and snuggled deeper into the pillow.

With one last kiss to the sleeping form, Heero left to return to the mansion check his son and get a little sleep himself. Whilst he would have much preferred to stay with Duo, he knew his husband would sleep for some time and let logic dictate that he would be of far more use if he was rested himself. Besides, he also wanted to be near his son.

Feeling much lighter in his heart and soul than he had for days, Heero left headquarters to return to the mansion.

* * *

Pagan was as efficient as ever, the cargo hold of the shuttle being opened and the five Gundams off loaded and placed back in the hangar they had shared since the end of the war. A team of technicians went straight to work, the majority of them tackling Heavyarms as it was the most damaged of the five.

Once he was certain all was well with the team and the Gundams, Zechs returned to the shuttle. “I’ll be in contact again once I’ve returned this shuttle to Preventer. The Commander will want a debrief and then there’s the lawyers who will require their statements for Barton’s trial. I have no idea how long this will all take but once I’m through I’ll be back,” Zechs informed Pagan.

“I completely understand, sir.”

“Thank you, Pagan. I know I can trust you to see that the Gundams are repaired and placed into storage again so that should the need arise for them to be used in the future, they will be ready.”

“It’s my pleasure, sir.”

“Pagan, now that the pilots know their Gundams still exist I have promised to let them know where they will be stored. I do not anticipate that any of them will wish to reclaim them as such, but I do expect they will want to see for themselves the facilities where they are being kept and assure themselves that all measures are in place to keep them safe and secret.”

“I would expect nothing less,” Pagan replied. “They can rest assured that all care and protection will be made to keep them safe.”

“Thanks, Pagan. I’ll be in touch.”

“Fly safely, sir.”

Picking up his helmet, Zechs made his way back to the shuttle and settled once more into the cockpit. The engines were engaged, flight plan checked and all systems double checked. Everything was in order and clear for take-off. Zechs buckled himself into his harness and prepared for launch.

“Bo Peep, this is sheep dog. You are all clear for launch.”

“Thank you, sheep dog. Initiating launch sequence now.” Zechs pushed a couple of buttons and flipped a switch. The engine revs built, the craft beginning to shudder a little as the power was held in check. Once the engines were at the desired level, Zechs began to ease the joystick and allow the craft to move.

As they were not launching into space, they didn’t require the use of a catapult ramp, the normal runway would suffice. The large craft began to rumble along, the speed picking up as Zechs gave the shuttle more throttle. With the increase in speed, Zechs watched the distance points posted at various points along the runway. When his speed reached the take-off level, he noted he still had another eight hundred meters of runway to go – ‘more than enough to lift this baby into the air,’ he thought to himself.

The yoke was pulled back steadily and the nose of the shuttle complied, lifting from the tarmac as the huge engines pushed the craft into the air. The remaining wheels also left the tarmac and the shuttle began to climb.

“Contact Preventer Shuttle Port on frequency 693 in another fifteen minutes and they will monitor your incoming flight. Scramblers will be deactivated in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks, Pagan.”

“Safe journey, sir”

“I’ll be in contact again once I’m leaving Preventer to return home, Pagan.”

“I’ll continue to monitor, sir.”

“Shuttle 121 out.”

“Sheep dog, out.”

Zechs gave a soft chuckle as he turned the radio off and concentrated on flying the shuttle.

* * *

“Preventer Shuttle Port, this is Preventer Transport Shuttle 134, Agent Oil here. We are approaching our reentry window.”

“Agent Oil, this is Preventer Shuttle Port, continue on current trajectory at current speed. As you break atmosphere, there will be a five minute radio silence. Once you are through, please contact again for updated flight plan.”

“Roger that, shuttle port.”

“Good luck, Oil, see you soon.”

“Shuttle 134 out, port.”

Oil continued to fly the shuttle, bringing it through the atmospheric layers with minimal resistance. As the atmosphere changed from the black void of space to the evening sky of Earth, Oil let out a relieved sigh. With radio communication again restored, he was advised of his flight plan and updated on the local weather patterns.

Zechs was also en-route to the shuttle port and looking forward to putting the craft down and relaxing a touch. Flying was quite exhausting on the mind and he’d been doing it for a while with only the short break when he’d dropped the Gundams off.

“Preventer Shuttle Port, this is Shuttle 121, Agent Wind here. I need an updated flight plan and guidance for landing.”

“Agent Wind, this is Shuttle Port, will send through the updated flight plan now. Continue on current heading for the moment. I will possibly need you to circle for a short while as we have another shuttle just ahead of you.”

“Received and confirmed, Port. I request that I not be kept waiting too long though as this shuttle has undergone repairs and I’m not completely sure of the status of the entire ship.”

“Noted, Wind. We will bring you down as quickly as possible.”

“Thank you.”

Within the half hour, Oil had landed his shuttle and Zechs was on the approach. Having parked the shuttle in the designated area, Oil opened the hatch and stepped out to the tarmac to watch the other shuttle come in to land. He was both relieved and pleased to see that the craft had held up to the rigors of reentry – not that he’d doubted his or his crew’s skills in the least, but it was nice to see the craft home and safe.

Once both shuttles were safely on the ground and ‘parked’, Captain Storm arrived to brief the agents on Une’s orders. The agents nodded in response, Storm having organized transport for them and once the rest of the mechanical crew had exited the shuttle, the group set off for Headquarters, leaving the shuttles to Storm and his crew to take care of.

* * *

With a soft sigh, Sally set the scissors and needle down in the kidney dish. “Thank god that’s finished,” she said wearily.

“Good job, doctor,” the nurse beside her praised as she took in the neat row of stitches. “I’ll finish off dressing the wound.”

“Thank you.” With the nurse applying the dressing, Sally stepped back and took in the still form of Barton on the operating table. The broken arm had been realigned and a plaster cast applied, similarly the broken cheek had also had the bones put back into place and held by wires and tiny pates and screws; although no plaster there for obvious reasons. An x-ray of Barton’s ribs had shown them to be cracked rather than broken and they had also been strapped. There wasn’t much Sally could do in regards to the bruised kidney other than prescribe pain killers and antibiotics, those antibiotics a measure against infection for the numerous other contusions Barton had suffered as well. With the major injuries taken care of, it had become a simple task then of cleaning out and stitching the many open wounds that required it.

Sally had been operating for the past three hours on Barton alone and combined with the hours she’d spent on Duo in theater and in the lab extracting the eggs from Duo’s ovary, it was starting to catch up on her. She managed to hide the yawn behind her mask as she watched the nurse wrap the last bandage in place.

“All done,” the nurse replied and then checked Barton’s vitals. “Everything is reading normally,” she advised.

“Good. He can be moved now to recovery and then placed into a room in the holding section.”

“Right you are, Doctor Po.”

Leaving the nurse to organize the assistance to move Barton out and into recovery, Sally stepped out of the operating theater and let the agents waiting outside know that all had gone well and that Barton would be removed to the post-operative room until he came around and she was satisfied all was well with her patient.

The agents followed Sally through to the recovery room and sat on either side of the patient’s bed.

Slowly, Barton began to return to consciousness. His mind was blank at first, then things began to come back to him. “Where...?” He winced as the pain in his cheek flared a touch with the movement of the muscles.

“Ah, you’re awake,” the nurse said. “You’re in the recovery room, Doctor Po has finished surgery on you and everything went well.”

Barton frowned and then ran a mental and physical check over himself. He could still feel his legs which meant they were still attached to him. The pain in his arm told him that movement wasn’t such a good idea, especially when you had a cast on and strapping around your ribs. After a minute or two, he deduced that he still had everything intact, which was just as well.

If he’d been missing anything, anything at all he vowed he would take his revenge on that doctor.

“His vitals are all still stable,” the nurse told Sally as she stepped back in the room having gone to remove the scrubs.

“Thanks. How is his pain level?”

“On the scale of one to ten, he says it rates a four.”

“Top up the morphine, I’d rather have him doped to the eyeballs than put up with any of his loud mouthed protests. I’m sure the agents would appreciate that too.”

The agents grinned. “Thanks, doc. I did come prepared though,” said the one agent and pulled a pair of ear plugs from his pocket.

Sally couldn’t help but laugh.

With Barton now barely conscious, the agents and nurse, along with the orderly, pushed the bed from the recovery room and along the corridors that would take them to the section of the hospital reserved for prisoners that required medical help.

Barton was placed in a room that was exactly the same as all the other hospital rooms in its layout and furnishings; the only difference was that this room had bars on the window and a steel door that could be locked.

Settling the bed against the wall and checking the flow rate of the drip and the man’s vitals one last time, the nurse and orderly left. One agent remained stationed outside the locked door; the other two agents stayed inside the room to keep watch over Barton.

Knowing her patient was taken care of, Sally stretched her weary body and went to check on Duo.

The young man was sound asleep.

Sally smiled to herself and took a quick look at Duo’s chart. All was well with the notations she found there. Having taken care of her medical duties, Sally left instructions with the sister to let her know immediately if there were any changes in either of her patients. There wasn’t anything further for her to do in the hospital so Sally went to locate Une and bring her up to speed on the condition of her patients; then she would see about getting some much needed sleep.

* * *

Duo’s eyes flickered open, his ears alert and listening. Everything started to come back to him in a rush. He was safe, he was home on Earth and in the Preventers hospital. A lot of the conversation that had taken place after he’d come out of surgery was a bit of a blur to him, some of it he could remember clear enough, other parts were just big holes. He guessed he would have those holes filled in when either Sally or Heero came to check on him.

He yawned and started to stretch, pulling up short when his body informed him that was not a good thing to do. He settled for a small stretch instead. He wondered what time it was, his wrist watch had long ago disappeared and there was no clock in the room. The curtains were drawn against the window keeping the room dark, but if he stared at them long enough he could make out light behind them.

He debated pushing the call button that lay on the pillow beside him when his stomach gave a soft growl. He was hungry. Vaguely he remembered something about all the other guys going back to the mansion and Nurse Brown cooking, he also remembered someone telling him he would be able to have some food too once Sally had checked him and cleared him.

He didn't remember Sally coming in to see him at all so he must have dozed off. Before he could contemplate his dilemma any further, there was a soft knock on the door to his room, the door opening and a head peering around the frame.

“Morning, Duo,” came Sally’s voice. “How are you feeling?” she asked as she stepped into the room completely.

“Sore, hungry, confused,” Duo replied honestly.

Sally chuckled. “Let me just check on your vitals and wound sites, then I’ll organize some breakfast for you and fill you in on whatever you want to know.”

“Thanks.”

Sally was quick in her examination, pleased that the wound to Duo’s belly was looking healthy and clean. The bullet creases were also looking a nice pink color and appeared to be healing fine. A re-wrap of Duo’s ribs and sprained ankle saw the man a little more comfortable.

“What’s the verdict?” Duo asked as he got himself comfortable again.

“I’m pleased to say that all is looking just fine. Wounds are clean and healing, your blood pressure, heart and breathing rates normal, and your temperature is down. Now, I’ll see what I can do about food for you.”

“Thanks, Sally.”

True to her word, Sally went in search of breakfast and returned within half an hour bearing a tray that had delicious smells coming from it.

“Here you go,” she said as she set the tray down on the small ‘table’ and brought it across the bed for Duo to reach. Propping the man up by raising the upper half of the bed a bit and stuffing several pillows behind him, Sally took a seat and let the man dig in.

It was just a simple breakfast of orange juice - which Duo drank down with rapture on his face – a small tub of yoghurt and a plate of scrambled eggs on toast. Duo was pleased to note he was no longer suffering from nausea and made a note to ask Sally just how far along in his pregnancy he was.

With all the excitement going on, the discovery of the closeness in which Barton’s knife had come to ending both his own and his child’s life, the removal of his ovary and information on the possible harvesting of his eggs, Duo had completely forgotten to ask how far along he was.

Whilst he ate, Sally refreshed his memory in relation to his injuries, the removal of his ovary and successful result in the egg harvesting. She also gave him a brief look into what was involved with the IVF procedure should he decide he wanted to pursue that later on.

By the time Sally had finished bringing him back up to speed, Duo had finished his breakfast and gave a soft burp.

“Ah, pardon me?” he said sheepishly.

“I’d say you enjoyed that,” Sally laughed as she took in the clean dishes.

“Yeah, the orange juice was wonderful.”

“Duo, are you experiencing any cravings like you did in your last pregnancy?” asked Sally as she removed the used dishes.

“Sort of... I think,” replied Duo. He frowned. “I don't want the Crunchie bars again, actually, the thought of eating one makes me feel nauseous; but I do have a hankering for oranges.”

“I’d say that qualifies for a craving, at least it’s a healthy one this time. Oranges are good for you and won’t do either you or the baby any harm,’ Sally confirmed.

“Sal?”

“Yes, Duo?”

“When you did the ultra sound to check on the baby, you said it was developing normally.”

“That’s correct. I’ll do another ultra sound today and this time you will be able to see the child properly for yourself,” Sally replied.

“You didn’t say how far along I am. Sally? Just how many months am I? When would this baby be due?”

“That’s a good question, Duo. I’m not completely sure as I didn't take a really good look at the stage of development the baby is at. I will be able to tell you to within a couple of weeks later on when I do another ultra sound though.”

“Estimate?”

“My best guess at this stage would be between three and five months.”

“Ah.”

“I suppose this is a dumb question, but you don’t happen to remember when you last bled, do you? If you can that will help a lot towards pin pointing a date.”

“I was keeping a record in my diary.”

“That’s great. If you have no objections I can contact Heero and get him to take a look and let me know the date?”

“That’s okay with me, Sally.”

“I’ll get right on it. Now, if you’ve completely finished, I’ll have a nurse come in and give you a wash down..”

“No, thanks.”

“Duo? You can’t possibly take a shower with your wounds the way they are at this point.”

“Sally, if you don’t mind, I’d rather wait until Heero gets here and let him give me a bed bath,” Duo stated with a red tinge to his cheeks.

Sally smiled. “Okay, it can wait until Heero gets here. Une will be in this morning to see you along with the legal team. They will need to debrief you and the legal guys will require statements too.”

Duo nodded. “I understand.”

“I’ll leave you to rest then, I have other patients I need to check on. I’ll be back later with Une to make sure you don’t get stressed out during the ‘interrogation’, once that’s done we will do the ultra sound again.”

“Thanks, Sally.”

* * *

Zechs stepped out of the conference room and gave a wide yawn. He was really tired and felt like he could sleep for a week. He’d managed to snatch a couple of hours whilst waiting for his turn to be debriefed but what little rest and recuperation he’d managed to get had soon been chewed up again during the debriefing.

Now he was free to leave and intended to head back home and fall into bed.

The elevator ‘pinged’ to let him know he’d reached the ground floor and the doors swooshed open. Stepping out, Zechs almost collided with a person who seemed to be in just as much haste to step in.

“Sorry,” Zechs began to apologize and then realized who he’d almost collided with. “Yuy?”

Heero looked up, his focus having been entirely on getting to see Duo as quickly as possible and blinked as Zechs’ face came into focus. “Zechs,” he returned.

“It was clear to Zechs that Heero wasn't in the mood to slow down or stop, so he stepped back into the elevator with the other agent. “How is Duo? And the rest of the agents?”

“Duo is doing fine, he’s in the hospital and recovering well. The others are all okay, Trowa was the worst of us all as far as injury went and will possibly be out of action for a few weeks,” Heero replied. “I see you made it back okay.”

“Obviously,” Zechs said. “I’m glad to hear the others and Duo will all be okay. Would you have any objection if I were to pay Maxwell a visit?”

“It’s not up to me,” Heero replied in his usual monotone, “It’s up to Duo’s doctors. I’m not sure if he’s allowed to have visitors other than immediate family at the moment, but I have no objection.”

“I see. I’ll wait then.”

Heero fixed the other agent with his blue eyes. “I take it you got the suits back okay?”

“Yes, they are safe and being taken care of.”

“Good.” Heero shifted. “You will honor your word and inform us of the coordinates where they are being held?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

Heero left the elevator once it reached the Hospital floor, Zechs remained inside and once again headed for the ground floor.

* * *

Duo felt completely wrung out, his mind was exhausted, his body about ready to collapse and his throat as dry as Quatre’s desert. He’d given Une and the legal team everything he could possibly remember, from his meeting with Duric in the diner and subsequent ‘kidnapping’ to the final battle with Barton.

He’d been forced to go back over and relive the assassinations of the ambassadors and Jefferies several times, the legal team wanting every minute detail. Duo knew he was facing charges of murder for those three, even if he’d committed the crimes under protest and force. Une assured him she and the lawyers would be doing everything in their power to make sure the charges didn’t stick, but it was vitally important he remember everything he could.

Wufei had informed both Une and the legals of Farrow’s confession on the satellite that Duo had been forced to commit the crimes and the former computer tech had been interviewed at great length. His statement backed Duo’s story and the lawyers were quietly confident they would have a strong defense.

“Is that all, gentlemen?” Une asked as the lawyers discussed a couple of points between themselves.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Thank you, you may leave and prepare your defense. This case is scheduled to be heard in the next twenty-four hours.”

The legal team departed, leaving Une, Sally, Heero and a very tired Duo alone. Sally immediately checked Duo over, relieved to note his vitals were all stable. Heero had remained sitting on the side of the bed throughout the entire ordeal, unwilling to leave his partner alone to suffer. It had been bad enough that Duo had been forced to commit the crimes in the first place, but having to relive every small detail again was just plain cruel – necessary, but still cruel.

“I have to go, there’s still quite a bit of paperwork I need to finish,” Une said as she aimed for the doorway. “I will let you know shortly exactly when the case will be heard. I’ll have it set up via video link to your room.”

“Thanks,” Duo whispered, grateful that at least he didn’t have to front the court in person.

“Rest, you’ve been through a harrowing few weeks, Agent Night.” Une even allowed a small smile to grace her lips.

Duo nodded, too tired to respond properly.

Une left and Sally moved in.

“I want you to try and get a nap in, Duo. I’m going to go find an ultra sound machine and I’ll come back in a couple of hours to do that ultra sound check.”

At those words, Duo perked up a bit. “Okay.”

As Sally left, Heero turned his questioning eyes to his husband and climbed on the bed to stretch out beside his lover. “Ultra sound?” he questioned as he wrapped his arms around Duo and got them both comfortable.

“Yeah. Sally’s going to do an ultra sound on the baby in my abdomen and compare the results of the pictures to the dates from my diary that you gave her. That way we should have a good idea of exactly how far along I am and when I should be due.”

“Ah.” The thought of seeing their unborn child properly warmed both men to no end and they easily drifted off into a happy snooze.

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