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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Wufei paced the floor nervously, glancing periodically to the clock. He'd placed the call only an hour ago; there was no way the arrest had been made yet. But he couldn't relax. His mind kept running through scenarios that had him practically climbing the walls.
Trowa folded his arms around him, offering whatever strength the Chinese man would accept. “You did the right thing.”
He curled his arms around Trowa's waist and buried his face in his chest. “We better win this case, or I'm totally screwed.”
“We will,” Trowa said with confidence.
“We need to get out,” Duo said.
Quatre nodded. “How about the six of us go on a trip for the weekend?”
“Where to?” Zechs asked.
“I have a condo in Tampa.”
“Last minute tickets will cost a fortune,” Zechs muttered. Both Heero and Quatre rolled their eyes.
“I think we can handle it,” Heero pointed out.
Quatre nodded. “I'll make the arrangements.”
“Let me know the total and I'll pay half,” Heero told him.
“Okay.” He went back to his bedroom and booted up his computer.
Wufei looked up to Trowa. “I'm sorry to be so much trouble.”
“You're no trouble. Come on, let's take a shower and get to school. Maybe that'll take your mind off of things.”
He allowed his lover to pull him to the bathroom, not sure he'd be able to concentrate on any of his classes. The day passed by in a blur and he ignored the concerned glances Hilde kept sending his way in the history class they shared. She'd tried talking to him several times, but he'd barely paid attention, hand wrapped around the phone in his pocket.
The phone began vibrating a little past eleven thirty and he bolted from the classroom. “Hello?”
“He's in custody.”
Wufei closed his eyes, leaning his back to the wall. “What... How did he react?”
“Cool and collected. Lawyered up immediately.”
He chewed his lip. “He has the best lawyer money can buy.”
“And we have years of medical records and eyewitness accounts. Trust me, Wufei, there's no way they can win against us.”
He clenched his teeth, brows drawing together. “It isn't that I don't trust you, Rich. I know all of you will do whatever you can. But he owns this town.”
“He doesn't own me, and I'll fight tooth and nail to see him brought to justice. If need be, I'll have it moved to a different town, to a judge who only knows your father by name.”
Wufei looked up to the clear sky. “What is his bond set at?”
“Don't know that yet. He'll go before the judge on Tuesday.”
“Okay. I'll talk to you later.” He flipped his phone closed and walked toward the dorms. His phone rang again. “Hello?”
“How could you do this?”
“How could... Mother, aren't you tired of being beaten all the time?” he asked wearily as he sat on the wall.
“He does what is best for the family.”
He stared at the ground. “You're seriously going to take his side in this?”
“He's the head of this family.”
“He's an abusive asshole.”
“He's your father. You shouldn't speak of him like that.”
Wufei swallowed, knowing she'd never be the mother he needed; and once his father was in jail, if he went to jail, he'd lose her completely. “I'm sorry you feel that way,” he choked out. “Goodbye, Mother.”
He hung up and dropped his face to his hands, wishing that he could have the woman back who had taken him to the park all those years ago. Warm arms wrapped around him and he buried his face in the offered chest.
“Did they get him?”
“Yes... My mother's taking his side. I had hoped she'd see she doesn't have to live that way. I thought... maybe we could be a family without him.”
“Maybe you will someday.”
He pulled away, shaking his head. “I doubt it, Quatre.” He frowned. “Why aren't you in class?”
“I saw you out here and figured you'd heard from Rich.” He sat on the wall next to Wufei, facing the opposite direction to look over the green. “Trowa won't let you go back to him, no matter what happens. There's no way your father can prove you're incapable of taking care of yourself.” He looked back to Wufei. “And even if by some miracle he managed to, my father would jump in the fight to protect you. You're not alone.”
Wufei dropped his gaze to the ground, jaw flexing as he thought. “I'm barely holding it together, Quatre. I don't feel like I'm in control of myself. It doesn't make any sense. I hated it when I was there. I was... frightened of him.” He licked his lips. “But it didn't send me into a panic; at least, not when I got older. Now, just the thought of going back...” He trailed off and looked to Quatre. “It terrifies me.”
“Of course it makes sense. You didn't know what you were missing back then. Everything is going to work out, you'll see.”
He offered the blond a weak smile. “Thanks, Quatre.”
“No problem.” Arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
“Hittin' on Tro's man? He won't appreciate that.”
He looked over his shoulder into sparkling violet eyes. “Hm. But you wouldn't have a problem with it?”
“Maybe a little.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “A little?”
Wufei smiled at their antics as Duo leaned in and laid a kiss that was, in the Chinese man's opinion, too passionate for public. He looked away and met amused emerald eyes.
Trowa cupped one of the Asian's flushed cheeks. “I'm amazed you can still blush at a kiss after you've watched them have sex.”
He raised a shoulder. “Can't help it.”
Trowa tilted his head to the side before smirking. This wasn't an 'I'm embarrassed' flush, it was an 'I'm turned on and don't know what to do about it' blush. He moved his hand and tangled it in raven locks at the nape of Wufei's neck and kissed him.
Wufei raised his hands to Trowa's shoulders and gripped tightly as Trowa invaded his mouth. He pulled Trowa closer and felt the hand not in his hair flatten to the small of his back, a small whimper escaping his throat.
Trowa released him reluctantly and smiled. Wufei licked his own kiss-swollen lips as he gazed at his lover.
“Seven minutes and fifty-three seconds.”
Obsidian eyes widened and shot to Duo as the grinning man looked up from his watch. “I'm not sure how long you kissed before I started timing, though.”
A round of applause surrounded them and he buried his flaming face in Trowa's chest. “You have far too much fun at my expense,” he mumbled.
Trowa chuckled. “Still love me?”
He sighed softly. “Of course.”
Trowa pulled away and grabbed an envelop from his notebook. “This came for you today.”
Wufei opened it, pulling out a disk and a letter. He scanned it quickly and a grin came to his face. “I have the most awesome editor ever.”
Trowa smiled. “What did she say?”
“That it's ready for print.” The first time he'd met his editor, he'd been sure he would hate her as the first thing she'd asked had been: 'Are you gay?'.
They'd spent the next hour discussing changes in certain plot lines that would further enhance the story. The main change being his hero's love interest making a gender switch. He had to admit that he liked the idea and it hadn't taken him nearly as long as he thought it would to make the changes to the other books he had completed.
“They're going to start promoting next month.”
“Congratulations!” Quatre beamed.
“Thank you.”
“What time are we leaving?”
Quatre looked over as Zechs and Heero came up to them. “Flight takes off at four so we'll need to be there around two thirty.”
Wufei glanced at his watch. “I need to go pack.”
“I'll help.” Trowa followed Wufei up the stairs. His lover was on pins and needs. He was on the cusp of his dream coming true while facing a trial against the man who'd abused him for as far back as he could remember. Trowa pulled Wufei's bag out and set it on the bed, sitting next to it as the Chinese man dug through his clothes.
“I don't know what to feel right now, Trowa,” he whispered.
“Focus on right now. We're getting away for a weekend of fun and soon your first book will line the shelves. You're future is looking good.”
Wufei turned and studied him for a long moment before a slow, tentative smile came to his lips. “Our future is looking good.”
Trowa nodded. “Our future.”
Wufei dropped the clothes in the bag and straddled Trowa's lap, trailing his fingertips down the chiseled face. He ran them down to Trowa's shoulders and leaned forward to press their lips together. Trowa tangled his hands in raven locks as he sucked his lover's tongue between his lips. Wufei moaned softly and pushed Trowa to his back.
He felt a sting to his arm and he heard Trowa gasp before everything went dark. He woke with a pounding headache and his wrists were tied together tightly. He sat on thick carpet against a corner in the room.
“Awake?”
His eyes widened and raised to the man sitting in a chair a foot away. “Uncle, what are you doing?”
“What my foolish brother was unable to do, bring his selfish heir under control.” He stared at Wufei as if he were the most vile creature he'd ever laid eyes upon. “You will drop the charges.”
“No.”
The back of his uncle's hand caught his cheek and his head snapped to the right, smashing his eyebrow into the wall. “I have two sons, both worth ten of you. If I must relinquish one to your father, I will. Either way, you will not disgrace this family any further.”
Wufei swallowed. “I won't go back.”
Chang slammed his foot into Wufei's chest, pressing him painfully into the wall. “You don't have a say in this, boy. You will do as you're told. Do you understand?”
It was all falling apart. Now that they had him, he'd never be free again. He'd never see Trowa again. He sagged against the wall, dropping his eyes to the floor. He was tired of fighting a losing battle, but he couldn't go back to them. He'd rather die.
“I won't drop the charges,” he said in a dead voice, expecting the next blow; this time a fist to his left eye. Blood trickled down the right side of his face from his eyebrow that had hit the wall and his left cheek and eye were darkening.
“Hit me all you want, I won't change my mind.”
“No?” His uncle stood and moved the chair he'd been sitting in to the side. “And what if I hit him?”
Wufei sucked in a breath. Trowa sat in a high-backed arm chair. His head was slumped to his shoulder, eyes closed. His arms were tied behind his back and his legs curled in the chair, tied at the ankles and knees.
“Don't hurt him.”
“Drop the charges.”
He clenched his teeth, emotion welling in his chest. Trowa would be mad at him if he did that. “I can't... please.”
“You're whining like a woman.” He crossed to Trowa and landed a punch to his jaw that quickly brought him awake.
Emerald eyes blinked in confusion as he struggled to move. His gaze fell on his lover. “Fei?”
“Cute,” Chang snorted.
Trowa looked to him. “Who are you?”
“Wufei's uncle. Tell him to drop the charges.”
Trowa sneered. “No.”
He shook his head as if he was dealing with the biggest idiots he'd ever met. He yanked Trowa from the chair and shoved his knee into the young man's stomach. When he doubled over, Chang slammed his elbow into his back between his shoulder blades. With his hands tied behind his back, all he could do was let his face hit the floor.
“Stop it! Please, uncle, stop hurting him!”
He moved to kneel before his sobbing nephew, gripping his chin in his fingers and staring at him as if he'd never seen tears before. “Pathetic. How is it possible you carry the same DNA as I do?”
Trowa dug in his pocket for his cell and flipped it open, hitting the speed dial and hiding it from Wufei's uncle's view.
“Please... let him go.”
Trowa ground his teeth. “Don't you dare beg him for anything.”
Chang looked over his shoulder. “Shut up.” He looked back to Wufei. “You're never going to amount to anything, you know. I told Shan over and over that he was too lenient on you. He didn't discipline you properly.”
“Why are you all such bastards?”
He sighed and punched Wufei in his barely healed ribs. He cried out sharply and curled to his side, covering his head as more blows rained down on him.
Trowa clenched his teeth as he struggled to get his legs up enough to get his arms under them. He flinched with every sickening thud that fell on his lover, praying Rich could get their location by his cell phone's signal. Wufei's cries dimmed to muted whimpers and Trowa doubled his efforts to get his hands in front of him, ignoring the pain in his stomach. He finally got his arms in front of him and set to untying his legs.
Wufei choked as his uncle put a foot to his neck and stared down at his bruised and bleeding form. He could barely get enough air and part of him wished his uncle would simply put an end to it.
Trowa pushed to his feet and wrapped the rope holding his wrists together around the man's neck, pulling him off of his lover. “Give me one good reason to not kill you,” he growled in the man's ear.
Wufei rolled to his side, pulling his knees to his chest as he struggled to breathe. He looked up through blood-smeared hair to see Trowa choking his uncle. He tried to push up, but his trembling arms wouldn't hold him.
“T-T-Tro... d-d-d-don't.”
The door flew open. “Freeze!” Rich's eyes widened. “Trowa, let him go.”
He looked to the side and clenched his jaw as he forced himself to release the man. He knelt beside his lover and put a hand to his shoulder. Wufei stared up at him and raised a trembling hand to his bruised cheek.
“We need to get to him, son.”
Trowa reluctantly stepped back and Wufei instantly began panicking as hands began roaming over him. “T-T-Tro...”
“I'm here, Wufei, let them help you.”
Rich stared down at Wufei, feeling as if a lead weight had sunk into the pit of his stomach. Blood covered his face and spotted his clothes. Bruises spattered a good part of what skin they could see. He looked to Trowa who sported his own bruises and a split lip.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
Rich released a heavy breath. He'd failed them. “What happened, Trowa?”
He looked to Rich, holding an arm over his stomach. “We were getting ready to leave and were... somewhat distracted. Next thing I knew, we woke up here.”
“And that man was...?”
“Wufei's uncle. Shan's older brother. He wanted me to tell Wufei to drop the charges.” He sat on the chair, stomach and back aching. “He said Shan wasn't strict enough in his discipline.” He swallowed as he watched them work on Wufei, taking shallow breaths to keep the pain to a minimum. “He was going to kill him, Rich.”
They put a collar around Wufei's neck to keep it stable. “We're moving you, okay?”
The last thing he wanted was to move, but apparently he didn't have a choice as he was suddenly lifted and put on a stretcher. He would have screamed if he'd been able.
A short cry fell from Wufei before he passed out and Trowa clenched his fists. Rich gripped his upper arm and helped him up. “I'll get you to the hospital.”
Trowa walked numbly beside him. If he had to follow anyone to the hospital again any time soon, he'd go ahead and have himself committed. He stumbled slightly and gasped as sharp pain tore through him.
“Rich, I don't-” He gripped the detective's hand as he choked and coughed up blood.
“Shit! Emma!”
One of the medics turned around and hissed through her teeth. “Get the other team in here!”
“We got this one, Emma. Stay with them.”
She nodded and ran back to Rich and Trowa as the younger man slid to his knees. Rich laid him to his side as he groaned and coughed, more blood bubbling from his lips. Emma pushed up his shirt.
“Where does it hurt?” She pressed in several spots and he sucked in a choked breath before coughing up blood again.
“I think a broken rib punctured his lung.”
They shared glances Trowa didn't see as his eyes were clenched shut. “I think,” she mouthed, “he's worse than Wufei.”
Rich paled and mouthed back, “If you can't save him, Chang won't be far behind.”
She nodded. “Trowa, stay as still as possible, okay?”
******
Duo paced the waiting room. They'd been frantic when they'd gone up to Wufei's dorm room only to find a half-packed bag and rustled sheets. Neither of their vehicles had left the campus. Rich was instantly put on alert and began searching for the pair, only to come up empty handed.
“We should have seen this coming,” Quatre whispered.
Zechs grunted. “How?” When no one offered an answer he shook his head. “Can all of you stop blaming yourselves? Wufei never mentioned an uncle. None of us could have seen this coming. It sucks, but it is what it is and we can't change that.”
“Any news?” They turned to see Rich coming toward them, looking haggard and beat.
“No,” Duo answered. “Where does this leave the case?”
“Fu Chang said it was a family affair and we had no right butting in. He said it was their business how they ran their family.”
“Pretty much nailed his own coffin, then,” Quatre said.
Rich nodded, looking to each of them. “I failed them, and you. I know it doesn't change anything, but I'm sorry.”
“It wasn't your fault,” Zechs said. “None of us knew he had an uncle, much less that he'd step in.”
Rich sat heavily, rubbing his face. “I should have researched his family better.”
“Who's here with Wufei Chang?”
They all stood. “How is he?” Duo asked.
The ER doctor nodded. “Concussion and several lacerations along with severe bruising. Fortunately, no bones were broken, but his ribs will be sore for a while as they're still weak from the last attack.”
“Can we see him?”
“He's being moved to a room right now. We want to keep him here for a couple of days for observation.”
“What about Trowa?” Rich asked.
He shook his head. “I'm sorry, I don't know about him as he was taken to the OR.”
“All right. Thank you.”
Several minutes later, a nurse came to tell them that Wufei had been moved to a room. Heero and Duo looked to each other. “You go,” Heero said softly. “We'll wait here to find out about Trowa.”
They nodded and followed the nurse to Wufei's room, but weren't prepared for what they saw. He was almost unrecognizable with all the bruising, swelling, and bandages.
Duo traced the back of his knuckles down Wufei's arm. “He looks even smaller than normal.”
Quatre ran his fingers through blood matter hair next to the gash on his eyebrow. A halfhearted attempt had been made to clean it out, but some places were stiff and crusted over.
“How do you think this will effect him emotionally?”
Quatre shook his head. “I don't know. He wasn't doing very well before.”
He trailed his fingers over the bruised wrist. “Shit, Quat, hasn't the poor guy suffered enough?”
“I know,” he whispered.
******
Heero stood as a surgeon entered the waiting room calling for Trowa Barton's family. “That's me. I'm Heero Yuy. I should be listed as his next of kin.”
She nodded. “As it stands now, we have him stable, but he's still critical. The tear in his lung was a good three inches long. At the moment, he runs high risk of infection.”
Heero took a slow breath, taking comfort in Zechs' firm presence behind him. “That bad?”
She nodded again. “The cut was jagged and his lung was filled with blood by the time he reached us.”
“Will he be okay?”
“I won't lie to you, there's still a possibility that he won't make it through the night; but, if he does, he has a good chance.” She took a breath. “His will says he doesn't want to be resuscitated.”
He sighed. “That was a long time ago. Things have changed since then. I know he doesn't feel that way anymore. If you need to... save him.”
She nodded. “Someone will come and get you when you can see him.”
“Thank you.”
Zechs looked to Heero as she left. “Why does Trowa already have a will?”
“Because he saw first hand how quickly life could end. I tried to talk him out of the DNR clause, but he didn't think his life would be worth the effort. I'm sure that's changed.”
******
Wufei stirred slightly and whimpered, yanking away from the hand on his arm. The quick movement sent agony through him and he cried out softly. “I'm sorry,” he gasped. “I'm sorry... Please don't...”
“Wufei, it's Quatre and Duo. We won't hurt you.”
He opened his bruised eyes and sagged in relief as he saw his friends. “Trowa?”
Duo glanced to Quatre and the blond smiled softly. “He's out of surgery and recovering.”
“Surgery?” he whispered, panic quickly filling his eyes. “For what? What happened?”
“Calm down, Fei,” Duo said, reaching for his shoulder.
Wufei jerked on reflex and took a breath, looking up to Duo. “Sorry.”
“No reason to be sorry. Just rest and-”
“What about Trowa?”
Quatre sighed. “One of his ribs broke and punctured a lung. But they got him stitched up and he's stable now.” At least he had been when he'd last talked to Heero, and he was sure they would have let them know if anything had changed.
Wufei struggled to sit up, pulling off the oxygen. “I have to see him.”
“You can't. You need to rest.”
He fought weakly against them, agony lacing through his body, and they easily pushed him back to the mattress. Tears slid from his eyes. “Please, I need to see him. I need... to see for with my own eyes that he's okay.”
“I know, but you can't right now.”
He gripped Quatre's hand. “Please.”
The blond cursed softly. “I'll ask the nurse, but I can't promise anything.” He went to the nurse's station and waited for the charge nurse to look at him. “Wufei is awake and wants to see Trowa.”
He shook his head. “I don't think that's a good idea.”
“You have no clue how stubborn he is, nor how scared. He has lived with a lifetime of abuse and Trowa is the only good that's ever come his way. He won't calm down until he sees Trowa.”
The man pursed his lips as he gazed at Quatre for a long moment before picking up the phone. “Hey, Mr. Chang's awake and wanting to see Mr. Barton. Would that be possible?” He nodded as he listened. “All right... yeah... thank you.” He hung up and stood, grabbing a nearby wheelchair. “He can't visit for long.”
Quatre sighed in relief. “Thank you.”
Wufei watched as the nurse unclipped the clips attached to the cords leading to the monitor and clenched his teeth as he was sat up. He tightened his hands on Duo's and Quatre's as he was moved to the wheelchair. He took a deep breath as he was pushed to the elevator.
“Are you all right?” Duo asked.
He nodded, not trusting his voice. His heart hammered in his chest as he was pushed through the CCU and into a room. When Trowa came into view, he sucked in a breath. The dark bruise on his cheek stood out starkly against his pale skin. Tubes ran from him to a monitor that kept track of his heartbeat, blood pressure, and many other things.
Wufei gripped Trowa's hand and pressed his forehead to it. “I'm sorry,” he said quietly. “It's all my fault.”
“No, it isn't.”
His head shot up at the whisper. “Trowa?”
He swallowed in a vain attempt to wet his throat. “None of it... is your fault.” His lips curved up slightly in the corners. “Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Emerald eyes fluttered and Trowa was once again pulled into unconsciousness. Wufei rested his forehead on the mattress. “Don't die on me.”
“He won't,” the nurse said. “Now, can we please get you back in bed before they think I've kidnapped you?”
Wufei raised his head and gave a slow nod. He looked up to Quatre and Duo as he was pushed into the hall. “He talked to me.”
The blond smiled. “See? Everything is going to be okay.”
He ducked his head, feeling somewhat childish. “I just... needed to see him.”
Duo squeezed his shoulder. “We understand.”
TBC...
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