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Dead in the Water	By : makochan0217 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognizable in either the Gundam Wing/AC universe or the Sookie Stackhouse novels. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Title: Dead in the Water

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Gundam Wing/Southern Vampire Mysteries (Sookie Stackhouse Novels)

Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first

Category: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Slash, Action, Adventure

Pairings/Characters: Eric/Sookie, Duo/Wufei, Quatre + Heero, Trowa/Zechs, Relena + Heero, Dorothy/Quatre, Treize/Pam, Pam/Dorothy, others…

Rating: R (Later chapters may be more)

Warnings: slash, femme slash, het, blood, gore, non-con (rape), magic, vampires, shape shifters, violence, angst, language, OOC, AU/Fusion, crossover, sexual situations

Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW or the SVM universe, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!

Author’s Notes: I know that last chapter didn’t talk about the vampires/shifters/weres/fairies that are running around the Sookie’verse, but I’ll get to that. In fact, this chapter’s going to get into the whole vampire/shifter world. I just had to put some background information about our main character in. And, yes, this entire story will be told from Quatre’s point of view, just like a Sookie book! P.S. Anyone here who’s played The Sims 2: Nightlife will recognize the club name.

Chapter Two, or Welcome to Crypt o’ the Night

When I was still being homeschooled with tutors, something momentous happened that shocked the world. The Japanese announced that they’d managed to manufacture synthetic blood that would completely replace the need for real blood in transfusions and such, cutting down on instances of communicable blood diseases.

Something unexpected came from that revelation though. Vampires came out of the coffin and let the world know that they were real and wanted to join us on equal footing. The world went nuts. So many countries, including the Middle East, declared the undead as kill on sight targets. Since that time, more accepting countries—like the U.S., Canada, Mexico, England, Japan, Switzerland and the Scandinavian countries—had opened their ports to an influx of the previously alive. Of course, the party line that was being touted by vampires at large was that they were the victims of a virus that rendered them allergic to silver, garlic and sunlight. What’s scary is how easy it was for people to buy that story.

But not everyone here in the U.S. was so accepting. Soon after the Great Vampire Revelation, a group of fanatics cropped up, claiming to be defenders of all that was “right and good” in the world. This group of disgusting human beings called themselves the Fellowship of the Sun. They were responsible for a strange raid on one of their “churches” down in Dallas, Texas and for a bombing of a hotel in Rhodes, Illinois that claimed the lives of many humans and vampires alike. Of course, they held all people who interacted with the undead just as culpable for the things that happened as the vampires themselves. And they had no problem killing those that they thought were tainted by the “unnatural” and “ungodly.” Needless to say that prejudice based on skin colour dropped off pretty quickly.

And last year, right before school let out for winter break, werewolves and shifters came out of their collective holes, setting off controversies that couldn’t be ignored. It turned out that shifters preferred working blue-collared jobs—construction, hired muscle, repairmen and the like—and the armed service. And the many people who were children of shifters and weres in sports. Well, that just opened up a virtual Pandora’s Box of trouble.

With my family the way it was, when Fatima’s brother-in-law’s wife turned out to be a werefox, she was cut off and her husband was strongly encouraged to file for divorce. The family saw her withholding that information as a betrayal of the family trust and of the marriage contract. She and her children were kicked and I haven’t heard what happened to them since then.

That incident just drove home the fact that I could never tell them exactly what was wrong with me. Anything different was just driven out of their sight, evidently, and I couldn’t do that to my sisters, who so desperately wanted everything to be perfect. Besides the fact that all of them—aside from Iria—were silly creatures, they were good women who loved me as their only brother and heir to the family name.

To say that I was more than relieved to return to Columbia from my father’s house and the hectic life I’d gained in New York City would have been a vast understatement. I was ecstatic when my cab reached the dorms I’d be sharing for another year with my best friend. The only thing that made it better was the knowledge that my father was going to Mecca around the time of the Id for his annual haj and that meant that I could stay at Iria’s house over winter break. Before that, however, I had to survive a night out with Duo and Wufei for the Chinese man’s birthday.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~~~~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

“Come on, Quatre,” Duo whined pathetically, his huge blue-violet eyes shining artfully. Sometimes, I wonder how a relationship between us would have fared, but then I hear Duo thinking about Wufei and give it up as a bad job. He really was completely besotted by the other man, and had no idea just how well his thoughts broadcasted to me on a constant basis. Sometimes, I was even tempted to tell him that I could hear how much he thought about Wufei’s cock, but I don’t want to embarrass my other friend because of Duo’s stupidity.

Right now, he was thinking that I should lighten up and stop letting what my family might find out keep me from having fun. What other kind of fun would there be when we could go to a vampire bar and get a good luck at America’s newest citizens, in a relatively safe environment? I wanted to point out the flaw in his logic, but he was too excited for it to have made much of a difference, so I turned to his stoic lover and tried to find some backup in Wufei’s unerring intelligence.

No such luck. Wufei was so willing to do whatever Duo wanted, since this would be the first birthday celebration that either of them would be able to spend together that he would have walked through the fires of Hell to make Duo happy.

Seriously, they make me sick.

But it was Duo’s overwhelming desire to make sure that I enjoyed myself that stopped me from refusing outright. There were only three other people in my entire life who had ever bothered to try and make me happy and it stunned me a bit to see that Duo—and Wufei to a certain extent—was another I could add to that list. Knowing that I’d lost the moment his thoughts popped into my head I let out a huge sigh. “Fine, yeah, I’ll go.”

“AWESOME!” Duo wrapped me up in a huge hug before turning to Wufei with a whoop of joy. “I knew he’d see reason!”

“It’s less like reason, Duo, and more like giving in to make you stop whining,” Wufei said with a wry twist to his lips. “Not that I blame him. When you’re set on something that you really want, you have a habit of making a nuisance of yourself.” Not that it’s ever stopped you before, he thought fondly.

“That hurt, ‘Fei,” Duo said with a dramatic clutch of his shirt over his heart. “But, it still doesn’t negate the fact that he caved and that we’re going to Crypt o’ the Night tonight.”

“Only you would be so excited to meet with beings that could kill you without really any thought,” I said, looking through my closet for something to wear to a vampire bar. My normal khakis and button-down Oxford shirts were definitely out, as were the club clothes that Duo had managed to convince me I needed for our usual bar-hopping. I didn’t have a tuxedo, and even if I had, I don’t think I would be wearing it to a bar of all places. “What in the hell am I supposed to wear to this place?”

Duo pushed passed me to stare at my clothes. “I’ll find you something,” he muttered, shoving my day-to-day wear out of his way. He let out a triumphant shout and tossed a pair of black snakeskin pants in my general direction. “See if those fit.”

“They do, but you can count every pubic hair I have when I wear them,” I shot back. I was a little annoyed that he thought I would have gained enough weight that would make it so I couldn’t wear my (secretly) favourite pants. “I doubt that’s the kind of signal I want to give to vampires, Duo.”

“Not just vampires,” Wufei added from Duo’s bed. “I’ve heard the bar has both vamp and Were bouncers.”

“Someone told me that they have a goblin bartender, although I find that hard to believe,” my braided friend shouted from the closet, still looking for a shirt for me to wear. “I mean, wouldn’t the goblin make a better bouncer than either Were or vamp? I mean, they throw fireballs, for fuck’s sake. ”

“How do you expect me to know that?” I asked, giving up and taking off my pants to put on the ones Duo had picked out. After being friends with both men for so long, modesty was no longer an issue. If Wufei didn’t want to see my bare skin and cock, he could just look away. “It’s not as if I’ve had much interaction with supes before, you know. You, Sharona and Wufei are probably the only people that I actively know are different from regular people.”

“AH HA!” Duo shouted, tossing out a black mesh shirt that barely reached the bottom of my ribcage before pulling one of my white shirts as well. “You know, you’ve got so much money and I just keep forgetting that you spent a lot of your childhood trapped in your home before your sister found Sharona.”

“Yes, well, it was quieter being trapped in my home,” I said, ignoring the look of pity that flashed over Duo’s face as I took the shirts from him to continue dressing. “I could actually concentrate, and by the time I really had some say in the matter, neither my father nor my mother’s parents really wanted to discuss what made me so different from the other children my age. Iria’s the only one who ever really wanted to help me fit in, I think.”

“Speaking of, are you still going to stay with her for winter break?” Duo asked, scrounging around in his own closet for clothes for him and Wufei to wear. “You know Uncle Howard keeps asking when I’m going to have you down so you can soak up some sun.” He turned to look at his lover with a bright smile. “You too, ‘Fei.”

“I seriously doubt that my parents would approve of me taking a vacation to Miami when I could be at home, helping at the restaurant,” Wufei said sadly.

“I’d pay, if that’s the issue,” I offered gently. I didn’t want to offend my friend, but I also knew that the problem is that his parents would never pay for the trip. They didn’t really care much for Duo the one time they met him.

Wufei stiffened in outrage before he allowed the way I said the words, and not the words themselves, to roll through his brain. He realized that I was being sincere without insult and shook his head. “It’s not, but I thank you for the offer,” he said with a brief smile.

Seriously, it was times like that that I could see why Duo was so crazy about Wufei. Aside from the fact that he was utterly gorgeous, even when he scowled, and insanely smart, his smile could power the whole of Manhattan when he chose to share it. It also made me intensely jealous of the fact that they had each other while I had no one and probably never would.

Sure, I’d tried to date outside of Duo, but it was so hard to allow anyone to touch me when all the time they were thinking about how skinny I was, how my pale skin wasn’t natural, how my ass wasn’t big enough, or how my name was stupid. And that’s when the twinks at the clubs didn’t actively hate me and sabotaged any conversations I had with the men who fit my “type.” Jealous bitches. So, truth be told, my only sexual encounter was with my best friend. It was a depressing thought.

“Hey, Q, let me do your face tonight,” Duo whispered with a devilish smile.

With a sad nod, I let Duo apply some of the rare makeup that we used when we went out: concealer for the bags under my eyes, some soft mineral powder foundation that made my pale skin shine, some black eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop, followed by silver eye-shadow and mascara to darken my long, blond eyelashes. I looked in the mirror and realized that if my hair was longer, I could probably pass as a girl. Everything about me was soft, even my high cheekbones, and I gave off an air of vulnerability that many twinks in the clubs tried to mimic and failed.

“Come along, gorgeous,” Duo said with a grin as he wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around Wufei’s. “Time to have some fun.” Without another word, I let Duo drag me through Midtown to the hottest spot in New York.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ~~~~ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I should have known when Duo tarted me up like some Goth twink that the night was not going to go my way. At all. When we reached the club, there was a line that stretched around the very long block to the corner and God knows where else. I shared a look of annoyance with Wufei, but we watched as Duo flounced—yes, he fucking FLOUNCED—up to the bouncer, a tall brunet who looked over at Wufei and me with a cold, green eye. The other was covered by his hair that was styled very emo-ish to obscure the rest of his face. I concentrated on him to try and pick up any signals, but all I got was like a scratchy static laced with warmth and aggression. “He’s not human, Wufei,” I whispered.

The Chinese man at my side gave me a grim smile. “He’s a Were, more than likely a werewolf if he’s working security.”

“But I thought they worked in packs?”

“Could be a rogue or a lone wolf, since Weres and vamps don’t normally hang out like this.”

“I can’t really hear his thoughts,” I said, feeling awed for the sheer lack of tangible thoughts from the mysterious were at the door of the club.

“What do you mean?” Wufei’s black eyes were wide with curiosity.

I took a minute to see how much I should go into it when I explained myself to Wufei. It’s not that he didn’t out and out know about what I can do, but he and Duo hadn’t really asked me any questions. They’d just accepted it and moved on. I realized then what a disadvantage I really had made for myself with my friends. I took a deep breath and started trying to explain to the best of my abilities.

“Alright, generally, there are two types of thoughts people have. Some people are terrific broadcasters, like a great satellite signal—thoughts, images, whatever—come through perfectly. Then, you have others, like you and Duo who are mostly images and abstract thoughts. It takes a bit more for me to get what you’re thinking, unless you’re thinking it specifically at me or concentrating on it for any reason.”

“That makes…some sense, I suppose,” Wufei said as he began to process what I was telling him. Yes, I could tell I’d confused him a bit, but he understood more than I thought he would. I did say that he was smart, right?

“Well, evidently, there’s now a third type that I didn’t really know about, since I’ve never been around a supe that wasn’t 100% human. I can’t read the were’s thoughts. He’s like a static-y station that I can’t quite tune into. His emotions are pretty strong though. He’s broadcasting those like a human antenna. I think we’d better go over there before he snaps at Duo.”

Neither of us said anything as we walked up to our braided friend’s side. The bouncer stared at us dismissively before I caught a flash of interest and he turned to face me again. “You,” he said calmly before leaning in to sniff me. “You’re not a human.”

I blinked in shock. Really, I mean, I know I’m different, but it’s not really fair of him to tell me I’m not human because of it. “Excuse me,” I said coolly, mimicking a tone I’d heard my father use with business associates that had called him a stupid Arab. “I don’t think you’re one to talk about being human or not.”

I saw a corner of his full lips twitch up in a smile. “You’re right. You and your friends can come in.” He stood to the side and let us all into the club, much to the anger and dismay of the rest of the crowd that had been waiting before we got there.

As soon as we’d cleared the threshold, the door snapped behind us and we were allowed to see the interior of the infamous Crypt o’ the Night. I was expecting the décor to be cheesy Goth, because, I mean, really, we’re talking about vampires here. Instead, it was done in tasteful shades of brown and black, with just the slightest hints of purple, red, and whites from the strobe lights.

I could feel the human brains buzzing with activity, but I noticed that there were more weres on the inside—all of whom had that same staticy buzz to their minds. There were negative spots though and those had me intrigued more than anything else. “Can you read the vampires?” Wufei asked. I blinked and realized that those were what the negative spots were and shook my head. “Do you want to meet one?”

“No, I just want a drink and a place to sit down,” I replied over the swell of the music, some sort of hip-hop that I had no interest in. Wufei nodded and allowed Duo to drag him over to the bar while I started searching for a table or booth we could sit at. I noticed a table with only a cold-looking blonde woman, and it took me a minute to realize that she was actually a vampire. Intrigued, I walked up to her, trying to reach out to her mind, and finding nothing but a wall of silence. It was Heaven. “Hello, I’m Quatre,” I said calmly, trying to tamper down my excitement at having met someone who didn’t make any noise with their thoughts.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” the woman said. She looked as if she hadn’t been much older than me when she died, maybe seventeen or eighteen at the most, with pale blonde hair that reached her waist—which was tiny, in her miniscule sundress of sky blue that matched her eyes—and eyebrows that forked upwards in some odd fashion and were a strange grey color. She pulled away coldly and made to walked away from the table. She had only taken two steps before she whirled around and stared at me intently. “What are you?”

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