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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You know you've been watching too much TV with Duo and Ronnie when you land smack in the middle of a shitload of trouble and the first thing that pops into your head is 'Danger, Will Robinson, danger'. I think if I have one more shock to my system I may spontaneously combust. Heero's illness, Ronnie's pregnancy, and not one but two Preventers turned criminal. Possibly more, I have no way of knowing at this point. And no way of contacting anyone for help.
Harding had been an upstanding law enforcer and he was incredibly intelligent. So, while I'm surprised by his actions, they're at least feasible. But Marks? I had believed the man was little more than an idiot. We all did. He deserves an Emmy.
******
Trowa didn't even bother to try and get free of his restraints. He and Ronnie's hands were still trapped behind their backs and their legs were chained to the chairs they were in. Marks paced in front of them.
“You really only have yourselves to blame, you know. I tried very hard to keep you out of this case.”
Ronnie raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
“I threw tons of cases at you.”
“They were an obvious waste of time that no one took seriously.”
He pursed his lips. “I'd mind my words if I were you, Lane. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you or the baby.”
“How'd you know?”
Trowa's expression never changed, but she could feel the chagrin in the very minuscule tightening around his eyes. “I told Williams and Harding. All right, are you going to tell us what you want with us?”
Marks shook his head. “It isn't you I want, but new information came to light that has forced me to move more quickly than I'd intended.”
“What do you want?” Ronnie demanded, tired of the wordplay.
“Heero Yuy.”
Trowa felt like his heart stopped for a moment. “What do you want with him?”
He smirked. “That doesn't concern you.” He stepped back, nodding to one of his men who moved to stand in front of Trowa. Defiant emerald eyes raised, his face set in stone. The man raised an eyebrow. He'd obviously expected Trowa to look at least a little nervous. But he didn't have the first clue who he was dealing with. He pulled his fist back and launched a punch that snapped Trowa's head to the side. He didn't make a sound; Ronnie screamed in protest and outrage.
“What kind of coward beats up a defenseless man?”
Marks shrugged. “I need Yuy to know I'm serious.”
Ronnie closed her eyes, jerking a little with every hit that fell on her boyfriend. When the blows finally stopped, she took a breath and looked to Trowa. Blood was trickling down the left side of his face, but she couldn't see exactly where it came from due to his bangs. He stared up at the man, the same set expression on his face. The thug actually shivered as he look to Marks.
“What's this guy made of?”
He grinned. “Congratulations, George, you just had the pleasure of beating the crap out of a former Gundam pilot.”
George turned his eyes back to Trowa and visibly paled as the emerald eyes seemed to be memorizing his face. He fled the room and Trowa smirked.
“George appears to have a weak stomach.”
Marks pulled out a camera. “Drop the smirk.”
“My hands are tied, consider this my version of giving you the finger.”
Ronnie snickered. She and Duo had really been a bad influence on her boyfriend. Marks ground his teeth, crossed to Ronnie, and backhanded her hard. Trowa jerked against the restraints.
“When I get free,” he began in a calm, deadly voice, “you are dead.”
Marks snapped the shot and waved the camera. “Save it, Barton. You're never getting out of here.” He left the cell, followed by his men, and the door slammed shut.
“Trowa?”
He studied the bruise on her cheek. “You okay?”
She grunted. “You're the one who's bleeding.”
“I've had worse,” he said quietly, but his mind supplied that that had been a long time ago and he wasn't quite used to it anymore. His shoulders were aching from the restraints and his face throbbed with every heartbeat. He didn't let it show, though. The last thing he wanted was to make Ronnie worry more.
“What do you think they want with Heero?”
Trowa sighed. “I have no idea, but it can't be good.”
******
“Heero?”
He looked up from his laptop to five two sets of worried eyes on him. “What?”
Quatre's brows drew together. “You made a sound like you were in pain.”
He dropped his eyes back to the screen, cursing himself silently. He'd been so frustrated he'd become lost in his thoughts. He was in pain and the medication he was on that was supposed to lessen it only seemed to be making him unable to concentrate. He rubbed his forehead.
“I can't do this,” he admitted softly.
Quatre set aside the files he was going through and put his hand to Heero's cheek, raising his face. “What's wrong?”
“I can't focus.”
The blond nodded. “Why don't you rest for a bit?”
Heero nodded and was about to shut down his computer when it beeped, warning him he had a message. He clicked it open and his eyes widened. “Oh shit.”
Quatre looked to the screen and covered his mouth. Duo was instantly beside him. He swallowed. “They worked him over good,” he whispered. “And I don't think I've ever seen him that pissed.”
Quatre motioned to Ronnie. “Bet that bruise has something to do with it.”
Heero scrolled down and read the message beneath the picture.
“Fuck!” Duo gaped. “What the hell are they playing at?”
Quatre licked his lips, eyes moving from the message to Heero's stunned face. “You can't.”
“I have to.”
Quatre shook his head. “No. We need to contact Une and make a plan. There's no way I'll just let you go to them.”
“He said he'll kill them if I don't.”
“You can't go traipsing off, Heero! You can't miss any chemo.”
Heero looked at him helplessly. “And I can't just let them die, either.”
Duo put a hand on either of their shoulders. “Look, we don't have time to argue about what you can't do, we've only got an hour to figure out what we can do.”
Heero's hands were already moving over the keys. “I know what I'm going to do.” He forwarded the picture along with his own message to Une. Quatre groaned as he hit send. “Heero...” He cut off and straightened, running from the room.
Duo and Heero exchanged glances. The braided man's cell rang and he moved across the room to snatch it from the chair it was lying on. “Maxwell.”
“Who is after Heero?”
“Dunno. Best I can figure it's gotta be Williams or Harding. And my bets on Harding. Williams is way too innocent and naïve to do something like this.”
“That's what I was thinking. Heero's not seriously planning on leaving is he?”
Duo snorted as he watched Heero pushing to his feet and moving to his closet to find something more appropriate to wear than sweatpants and a tank top. “Of course he is. That doesn't mean it'll happen.”
Heero grabbed a pair of jeans and t-shirt before heading to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet lid for a moment, trying to calm his pounding heart. How was he supposed to do this? He was exhausted. He was dying, for crap's sake. Couldn't the last few months, or however long he had, been lived in peace?
He shook off the morbid thoughts and pulled off the tank to exchange it for the t-shirt. When he pulled on the jeans, he grimaced as he realized how loose they were. A few more pounds lost and they'd fall off.
He caught his reflection in the mirror and froze. He had never really considered his appearance before. He'd been told in the past that he was attractive, but he didn't pay it any mind. He had more important things to think about than what others thought about his face. Besides, in his mind, the other four men in their little group were far more good looking than he was.
But as he really looked at the gaunt reflection, he felt his heart clench in his chest. It wasn't that he looked completely horrible, it was just that the change was already so drastic and he was so early in the treatment process. His cheeks were thinner and his complexion somewhat paler. But the biggest thing was the lack of hair. Well, for the most part. He still had about an inch for the most part, but what was left was terribly thin.
A soft knock came to the door and he sighed, moving out into the bedroom once again. He frowned as he looked from Quatre to Mike, the nurse looking a little sick himself.
“Weir is on his way. We're going to hook you up to a pump that will have enough chemo to last for a week. That way, whatever happens, you won't miss your treatment.”
“Fei's on his way. Should be here in a few minutes,” Duo said as his hands flew over the keys on Heero's laptop, trying to trace the message. “Une said you're leaving over her dead body, by the way.”
He ground his teeth. “Oh, so I should just stay here and risk three other lives.”
“Three?” Mike asked.
He nodded. “Ronnie's pregnant, remember? So, I'd let not just two grown adults die, but also an unborn child.” He shook his head. “I'm dying anyway so what does it matter?”
A crack of an open palm to a cheek filled the room and all eyes stared at Quatre in shock. Cerulean eyes were wide. “Oh, Allah. Heero, I'm sorry. It's just... stop saying stuff like that. You're not going to die! We're going to get Trowa and Ronnie back safely!”
Heero closed his eyes and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. “Quatre, come here.” The blond stood before him and he took his hands, gazing up into the beautiful eyes he'd come to love waking up to. “We need to think realistically for a minute, okay? The chances of me surviving are less than ten percent. Ronnie and Trowa are perfectly healthy, and hopefully their child is, too. Quatre, would you risk three lives for one that was already diminishing. Besides, they don't want me to kill me. They want something from me. That gives the rest of you time to get me back.”
Quatre's chin trembled as he fought to hold back tears. “I don't like this.”
He pulled the blond down to kiss him softly. “I don't, either, but it has to be this way for now.”
“Is this the time to be making out?”
All eyes turned to the door where Wufei stood with Dr. Weir. The Chinese man shook his head. “Une is not happy.”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “Does she think I am?”
“Of course not, but it's a serious blow when you find out you've got turncoats among your ranks and they've got two of your highest ranking officers in their control and are asking for another.”
Duo released a growl and almost threw the laptop. “Damn it! Whoever this asshole is...” He ground his teeth and looked to Heero. “Please tell me there's a back door to your programs.”
Heero frowned. “What?”
“The security software you patented and sold. This bastard is using your own product against you. I need a way in.”
Heero glanced to the clock. He still had thirty-seven minutes before he had to leave. He crossed to take the laptop from Duo and put in several codes. The screen flashed white, froze a moment, and then went blank. He dropped his face to his hands.
“Shit.”
TBC…
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