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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- 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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As strange as it sounds, setting up the nursery was a blessing in disguise. Sure, it was awkward and reminded me of the fact that in a few short months we'd have a screaming bundle of joy neither of us were sure we were ready to handle. But it was a blessed release from thinking about the results to a test none of us could make come out the way we wanted.
The next morning, Quatre called and asked us to come to the hospital saying that the doctor would be in early afternoon with the results. The tension in the car on the way was high, and it only increased as we moved into the hospital room. Heero's bed was lifted so he was sitting up while Quatre flitted about the room, moving the dinner tray out of the way and reorganizing the contents on it. Heero looked at him with tired eyes, as if watching his lover move about was tiring him out.
******
Duo plopped on the sofa by the window. “I thought Relena was here.”
Quatre nodded as he handed Heero a fresh cup of water and sat on the edge of the bed. “She's on her way.”
Heero sipped the water before holding the cup in his lap and dropping his eyes to it. He closed his eyes as the strain of waiting seemed to collapse on his already burdened shoulders. Quatre put an arm around him and kissed his temple. “It's going to be okay.”
Heero nodded but didn't respond. He wanted to be able to smile for the others and assure them that whatever happened, everything would be all right. But he couldn't make that promise. He couldn't encourage or lift up the others. The tentative hope he'd had after Duo and Wufei's visit the day before had dissipated quickly. Fact of the matter was, he was depressed, which his doctors had assured was not uncommon in cancer patients. They'd offered to give him medication for it, but he refused. The only thing that would make him happy was to get well again. He laid his head to Quatre's shoulder and sighed.
“I haven't missed anything, have I?” Relena asked as she came in.
Quatre shook his head. “No, we're still waiting.”
She nodded and moved to the foot of the bed. “How is everyone today?”
Quatre raised a shoulder. “Anxious, I guess.”
“I just wish he'd hurry up and get here.”
Ronnie sat on the foot of the bed. “We've picked out some baby names.”
He opened his eyes. “What are they?”
“Keitaro if it's a boy and Tami for a girl.”
He managed a small smile and nodded. “Those are good names.”
“Yeah.”
The room fell silent, no one really knowing what to say. Heero closed his eyes again and tried to focus on the warm body next to him. It was strange what illness did to people, the sick and the family of them. It had brought them all closer. Their bond as soldiers was unbreakable, but the friendship had shifted some. As if during the war and their years as Preventers had led them all to believe that they were indestructible. And now they knew they weren't. That life was a finite thing and every second of it was precious.
If he hadn't gotten sick, he wasn't sure that he and Quatre would have gotten together, and his relationship with the blond was something he would never regret. He tilted his head up and looked into those clear cerulean eyes. “I love you,” he whispered.
Quatre's smile was shaky as he leaned down to drop a kiss to Heero's lips. “Love you, too.”
The door opened and Dr. Weir came in. “Full house today, huh.”
Heero tried to calm his pounding heart as the man stood next to the bed, flipping through his chart. He licked his lips, wondering why doctors had to keep poker faces on before giving information. The man nodded and looked to Heero. “How are you feeling today?”
“All right.” He glanced to the chart. “What's the news?”
He nodded. “After running several tests with the drugs Mrs. Relena's scientists came up with, it was proven that they will boost your immune system measurably. We also combined them with the chemotherapy to see if they would be compatible.” He smiled. “I think we've stumbled upon something that will completely change how we treat cancer.”
He put a hand to Heero's shoulder. “The cancer is receding. If things keep progressing like this, you're well on your way to remission.”
As the room broke into excited cheers and laughter, Heero closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest, unexpected tears slipping from his lashless eyes. Quatre tightened his arms around him and dropped his forehead to the top of Heero's head, his own tears dripping down his cheeks.
“It's going to be okay, Heero.”
Dr. Weir looked back to his chart as the cheering settled and the couple on the bed managed to compose themselves. “I'm releasing you tomorrow and you'll resume the chemo on Monday for a three weeks run, but we're going to start you on the new drugs today. You'll take them the same as the ones given to you by Dr. J. An injection every morning. Any questions?”
Heero shook his head. “No.”
******
Marty looked over from the slow cooker he was dropping chopped potatoes and carrots into as Heero and Quatre stepped in. He smiled. “Glad to see you home.”
Heero nodded and offered a smile of his own. “Glad to be home.” He moved out of the room, Quatre behind him, and made his way for their bedroom. He gazed at the king sized bed for a moment before falling onto it in a sprawl.
“Heaven,” he murmured as he pulled his pillow under his cheek. “I'm not sleeping in a different bed ever again.”
Quatre chuckled and sat next to him. He ran his hand over Heero's back, brows drawing together slightly at the ridges of ribs through the skin. He shook off the morbid thoughts he'd lived off of for months. Heero was getting better. The new drugs were going to keep his immune system healthy. The chemo was getting rid of the cancer.
Heero turned his head on the pillow to look up at Quatre. “That was presumptuous of me.”
The blond shook his head. “Sorry, Heero. You're stuck with this bed. I have no intention of letting you go anywhere.”
He smiled softly before dropping his gaze to the wall, enjoying the gentle feeling of Quatre's hand rubbing his back. “On the way to remission,” he whispered.
Quatre nodded. “That's what he said.”
“I can hardly believe it. I was sure I was going to die, Quatre.”
Although he'd never, not in a million years under torture, admit it, Quatre had believed the same. There was the awful point when he was ready to give up. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to the middle of Heero's back.
“You're not going to die,” he said quietly. And, for the first time, he hadn't said it in an attempt to convince them it was true. He said it with the hope the doctors had given them.
“Three more weeks of chemo.” He sighed. “And hopefully no more after that.”
“Hm.” Quatre turned and stretched on his side, curling his arm under his head. He placed his hand to the side of Heero's head, running his thumb gently over his cheek.
“When you go into remission, let's get away. Just the two of us.”
Heero smiled. “Tired of having everyone else around?”
“Of course not. I don't think... We couldn't have done this alone.” He raised an eyebrow. “But it would be nice to not have to worry about others listening in when you're feeling better.”
Heero flushed slightly. “I'm sorry. I know it's-”
He moved his thumb to cover Heero's lips. “There's no reason to be sorry. I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I got mad over something like that.”
“It's been over a month.”
He shrugged. “I've gone years without sex, Heero. I can handle a few months.”
Heero rolled to his side. “I'm not feeling that bad right now.” He laid his hand on Quatre's hip, squeezing gently.
He leaned forward and kissed Heero softly. “You're tired. Don't force the issue for my sake. I'm happy just being here with you.”
He snuggled into Heero's chest and tucked his head under his chin. He sighed softly as Heero folded his arm more firmly over his waist and entwined their legs.
******
Marty smacked Duo's hand as he tried to steal a strip of roast. “Wait for everyone else.”
He pouted but managed to snatch a carrot from the salad before skipping away from the cook. “You didn't make Ronnie wait.”
“She's pregnant,” Trowa pointed out from his seat at the table.
Duo grabbed plates from the cabinet and set them on the table. “I see how it is. Prejudice because I'm not pregnant.”
Marty shuddered. “The very idea of you being pregnant is frightening. I, for one, am thankful you're male.”
Duo feigned a hurt expression while Wufei laughed and patted his lover's shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “He's not nearly so thankful as I am.”
Duo shivered as the breath washed over his ear. “Hm. Make that three of us.”
Marty washed his hands and turned to see Trowa picking at the cast on his hand. “When does that come off?”
He glanced up. “Tuesday.” He quit picking at the plaster. “Then we find out if I can still use the fingers or not.”
“Will you have more surgeries?”
He shrugged. “Hopefully not. It just depends.”
“I see.” He finished setting the dishes of food on the table. “Does anyone want to volunteer to get Quatre and Heero?”
“I'll go,” Ronnie offered. She found their door slightly open and peeked in. It was, she decided, one of the sweetest scenes she'd ever seen. She crept down the hall to her room and retrieved her digital camera. Putting all her knowledge of stealth to good use, she climbed on the bench at the foot of the bed with a grin. How many people could claim to have sneaked up on ex-Gundam pilots? She took a moment to gaze at the oblivious pair before holding the camera up and snapping a shot. At the flash, both jolted up, reaching for guns.
She held up her hands. Where the hell had they hidden those? “Don't shoot. I come in peace.”
Heero's eyes moved to the camera. “What are you doing?”
She handed it to him. “Y'all looked so cute I couldn't help it.”
Quatre looked at the picture and grinned while Heero grimaced. He moved to delete it and Quatre took the camera from him.
“I look like hell.”
“You do not,” the blond countered. “It's sweet.”
And then he did something that neither of them had ever seen before and both wished the camera had been aimed. Heero folded his arms over his chest and pouted. Quatre laughed softly, cupped a hand behind his neck, and kissed him. Ronnie took the camera from his slack hand and flashed another picture.
“Dinner is ready, by the way.”
Heero pulled away, petulant mood forgotten, and they slid from the bed. Quatre helped Ronnie down from the bench.
TBC...
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