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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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“Anyone get the number on that mobile suit?”
Blake's head shot up from its rest on the bed and chocolate brown eyes met violet. “Duo?”
“Hey.”
“How do you feel?”
A weak grunt escaped him. “Like I've been cut open all over and stitched back together.”
Blake closed his eyes momentarily. He'd feared he'd never hear that voice again. “You have been.”
Duo licked his lips. “And?”
He gripped Duo's hand gently. “They got them functioning again before they put them back in, but Sally doesn't know if the sixth implant will interfere again. She said we'd have to wait and see. I was kind of hoping you could tell.”
He shook his head. “Last time it took a week for the implants to integrate and take over. But they lessened the spells immediately. I won't know until I have one.”
Blake nodded. He'd wanted more, but Duo was alive, and that was enough at the moment. The braided man's brows drew together. “You look like hell.”
He laughed. “So do you.”
“I just had surgery. What's your excuse?”
He squeezed Duo's hand. “You just had surgery.”
******
“What's Maxwell's status?” Une asked as Trowa and Quatre entered her office and sat.
“He made it through the surgery,” Trowa answered.
She nodded. “And Chang?”
Trowa looked to Quatre and the blond leaned his elbows on his knees. “Physically he'll be fine, emotionally he's a wreck. He needs time. Preferably, time away from here.”
She leaned back in her chair, tapping a pen on her desk. “Just spit out what you're thinking, Winner.”
He nodded. “In all the years they've worked for you, I don't think any of them have taken a vacation. I know Trowa took one a few years back. Une, we all need to get away for a while. I'm requesting that you let all of us, including Blake, go to my estate in Maui.”
“For how long?”
Quatre licked his lips. “How long could you spare them?”
She shifted and brought up a file on her computer skimming through it. She nodded. “Barton, Chang, and Yuy have a month of vacation time built up. Maxwell has three weeks, Davis a little less due to the fact that he's already on leave.”
Quatre took a breath. “Can you spare them for a month?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Let my top operatives go for a full month?”
“It isn't like you can't call them back if they're needed.”
She mulled it over and nodded. “All right. I'll give them a month starting from Duo's release date.” She looked to Trowa. “I expect you and Yuy to continue your duties until then. I'm changing Davis' leave to medical as opposed to vacation.”
Trowa raised an eyebrow. “Ma'am?”
“His lover is in the hospital, Barton. We have a clause for things like that.” She turned back to her computer. “Dismissed.”
“Thank you,” Quatre said before closing the door. He released a breath and looked up to his lover. “I'm heading back to the house.”
Trowa leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lover's forehead. “See you when I get home.”
Quatre made several calls on his way back home. The estate in Maui hadn't been used in years so he knew it would need a good cleaning and to be stocked with food and amenities. The house was quiet when he arrived. All the guards provided by Preventers had been dismissed, but the Maguanacs remained, reluctant to leave until they knew for sure the six young men were safe. He found Rashid in the living room playing cards with Abdul.
“Are Heero and Wufei here?”
Abdul nodded. “They came in a couple of hours ago and went straight to their room. Haven't heard a peep from them since.”
Quatre headed for the stairs. “Probably exhausted.” He paused outside of their door and listened for a moment. He peeked in silently and a smile raised his lips. Wufei was curled to Heero's chest, and, for the first time in as long as he could remember, the Chinese man's face was relaxed. He raised his eyes and found blue eyes watching him.
“Just checking up,” he whispered.
Heero nodded. “It's all right. How's Duo?”
“He woke up for a bit and talked to Blake. We won't really know if the surgery was a success until he gets better.” He left off the 'or worse'. That was a given that none of them really wanted to think about.
“How's Blake holding up?”
He raised a shoulder. “As well as can be expected. Oh, Une Okayed the month vacation. As soon as Duo is released we're going to Maui.”
Heero glanced down to the sleeping Asian. “He needs it.”
“How's he doing?”
He sighed. “It's back and forth. He'll be all right, Quatre.”
The blond bit his lip and sat on the edge of the bed. “Heero, I think you should talk to Duo when you get the chance.”
Dark brows drew together. “Why?”
“He's dealt with a rape victim before. He should be able to give you more insight into what to expect.”
Heero looked down to his lover. He was pretty sure Wufei was going to be fine from now on, but it wasn't a bad idea to discuss it with Duo. “I'll do that.”
The blond nodded, eyes trailing over Wufei's sleeping form. He couldn't believe the man hadn't woken up with their talking. He sighed and stood. “I'll let you get some rest.”
******
The next few days seemed to pass slowly as they all watched, holding their breath to see if Duo would get better or worse. His fifth day in the hospital, he sent an exhausted Blake home and told him not to come back until ten the next morning. It was a very unhappy blond man who entered the Winner estate.
Quatre set his glasses down and looked up to Blake. “What are you doing here? Did something change? How's Duo?”
He waved his hand. “I have no clue, no one's telling me anything. Every few hours they take him off for testing. When he's in the room, he sleeps most of the time.”
Quatre crossed to the taller blond. “You're tired, Blake. You need to get some rest.”
He raked his hands down his face. “I need Duo home and healthy.”
He put a hand on Blake's shoulder and led him into the living room. “If there was anything wrong, like the implants weren't working or something, they would have told you. Just look at it as no news is good news. It's a waiting game right now; we all knew it would be.”
He sat on the sofa. “I know. I'm just having trouble being patient right now.” He glanced around. “Where are Wufei and Heero?”
“They're moving Wufei's stuff to Heero's apartment.”
******
Wufei took a breath as he turned the key in the door. He hadn't been back since the attack and wasn't sure exactly what he would find. Heero's reassuring presence behind him gave him strength as he pushed the door open. He glanced around the living room. Images of the room spinning as he was thrown into the coffee table overlapped the remaining shards. His struggle in a drunken panic over the sofa. He took a breath as he followed the brown stains on the walls into the bedroom. He leaned against the frame, feeling bile rise in his throat.
He turned, shoved passed Heero and made a dash for the kitchen. He yanked the freezer open and searched frantically.
“I poured it all out.”
Wufei spun. “You had no right.”
“Wufei, you've been sober for almost two months. You don't want to ruin that now, do you?”
He turned and began searching through all of his hiding places, finally finding a pint underneath the sink in the bathroom. He quickly unscrewed the cap and raised it to his lips, eyes falling on Heero's heartbroken gaze.
“Please don't.”
The amber liquid sloshed in the bottle as his hands shook. He slid down the wall to the floor, clutching the bottle to his chest. “Heero... I wanted them to kill me. Once I realized I couldn't fight back... oh, gods, I just wanted to die.”
The bottle was taken from his lax fingers and he was pulled to Heero's warm chest, and the tears came in torrents. “I'm so fucked up, Heero.”
“You're hurting, that's understandable, but we can get through this. You won't always be hurting.”
He gripped at Heero, trying to pull him as close as possible. Trying to steal some of that steel strength the former Wing pilot was famous for. They had all thought Wufei was so strong during the war. But he wasn't. How many times had he broken down? How many times had he questioned himself for taking Meiran's place? He was a scholar, not a fighter. He'd only done as well as he had by clinging to anger.
But anger could only hold for so long before it turned into helplessness and depression. He could hold it together during a fight, but there were no more fights and he had no clue who he was anymore. He raised up and pressed his lips to Heero's in a despairing plea for answers to questions he wasn't even sure he knew.
Heero pulled back and shook his head. “Not like this, Wufei.”
“What?”
He cupped his cheek, wiping tears away with his thumb. “I'll never be with you when it's this desperate. You're confused; sex isn't the answer for that.”
Wufei backed up. “What... But you... I thought we were...”
Heero nodded. “We are. I love you. But this... you're too frantic right now and I'm afraid you'll be hurt.” He pulled Wufei back to his chest and realized that Quatre had been right, Wufei wasn't nearly as together as Heero had thought. “Let's get you packed and get out of here. Okay?”
Wufei sighed and pulled away. He pushed up to shaking legs, trying to figure out exactly what the hell was wrong with him. He felt so completely out of sorts. He stepped back into the bedroom and pulled the suitcase out of the closet, laying it open on the floor as he began throwing clothes into it. Heero watched from across the room as he emptied the dresser. Wufei looked as if his sanity was hanging on the edge of a knife and it terrified Heero. He didn't know what to do.
It made sense though, when he sat and considered all Wufei had gone through. He wasn't raised a warrior like Heero had been. He was a scholar thrown into a war after his wife died in his arms. Raped and abused. Almost brutally murdered and then thrown back into the clutches of his abuser so the man could be caught. Heero clenched his teeth. They should never have asked that of Wufei. It was too much.
Wufei finished the closet and scooted the bag to the nightstand, throwing the contents of the drawer into the case. He sat back and released a sigh that came from the depths of his tired soul. “Can we just leave the rest?”
Heero paused and glanced around the room. He zipped the bag he'd packed that had Wufei's underwear and quite a few articles of casual clothes. It would be enough to last along with the clothes they already had at Quatre's. “We'll get someone else to get the rest,” he agreed.
He handed the smaller bag to Wufei and lifted the suitcase. “Come on.”
Wufei followed wearily. He paused by the wall where his one picture was supposed to be hanging. His brows drew together. “Where is my picture? Why would they take it?”
Heero shook his head. “Duo has it. With all that's gone on, I guess he just forgot to get it back to you.”
“Oh.” Wufei bit his lip.
“Let's just go straight to Quatre's. I'll make some calls and get people to come and clean and pack the rest of your things. Okay?”
Wufei nodded. He sat in the passenger seat as Heero loaded his bags in the trunk. Why was it he was fine one moment and a complete mess the next? How come he couldn't just be okay? He shoved the thoughts aside as Heero got in the car. He had to pull himself together... before he was locked away in some room with padded walls.
TBC...
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