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Rebuilding	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 694 -:- 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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It's strange how things happen. You wake up one day and it's the same as any other. You get out of bed, go to work, and fall into your normal routine... Never knowing that you're about to have the ground open up beneath you and test everything you hold dear.
Hadn't we been through enough? When does fate finally say: 'They've had enough, I'll leave them alone now'? Apparently, if you're a former Gundam pilot, it doesn't.
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Wufei gazed over the new recruits as they went through the forms. He leaned back into the wall, arms folded over his chest. “Your elbows are too low, Barker. Hanson, feet closer together unless you want to be doing the splits before too long.”
Muffled snickers echoed through the room. They reached the end of the series. “Again, we're not stopping until you all get it perfect.”
“I'm glad you didn't train me.”
He glanced briefly to the blond beside him. “You'd have never made it through,” he said with a smirk before turning his eyes back to the recruits. They had promise, but it was too early to make any calls on how many of them would make it through. “Again!”
“Damn slave driver.”
Zechs whistled lowly, sure the man was going to be regretting that relatively quickly. Onyx eyes narrowed. “All of you drop! Pushups until I say stop.”
Groans and heated glares were sent to the man who'd complained. Wufei moved through the sea of groaning bodies. “This is Preventers, ladies and gentlemen, not the Police Academy. If you were looking for a walk in the park, you came to the wrong place. We are the elite. We don't bother fighting wars; we crush the opposition before it can come to that.”
He paused and looked down. “This isn't a game, Meyers. We are the last defense for the Earth Sphere.”
“I never meant to imply it was.”
Wufei raised an eyebrow. “Aren't you forgetting something?”
Hazel eyes rolled. “Sir,” he added sullenly.
Wufei sighed. He always had these problems when it came to recruits who were older than him. It didn't help that he looked years younger than he was, either. He squatted down, forearms resting on his knees. “No matter what preconceived notions you may have, you will treat all of those who outrank you with respect or I will personally see you out of here.” He stood.
“That goes for all of you. You're at the bottom of the totem pole. You have no clue what you're in for and by the time your training is over, I guarantee that, at the very least, a quarter of you will have quit or failed.” He looked back down. “Are you going to be among those numbers, Meyers?”
“Sir, no, sir!”
He smirked. “We'll see.” He moved back toward the wall. “On your feet. Ten laps around the yard and then back to forms. You have five minutes to get back in place.”
This time their groans were either bit back or muted. Zechs shook his head. “You'd probably get that response quicker if you just told them you were a Gundam pilot.”
Wufei snorted. “That wouldn't teach them to respect other officers. I don't need to wave my accolades around to get respect.”
“Chang and Yuy to my office,” blared over the loud speakers.
“Uh oh, what have you done?”
He grunted. “Just because you only get called to the principal's office when you've done something wrong doesn't mean it holds true for the rest of us. Take over, Zechs, and don't you dare go easy on them.”
Zechs laughed. “Wouldn't dream of it.”
He pushed from the wall and left the training yard. He took the main elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Heero stepped in on the third floor.
“Do you know what this is about?” Wufei asked.
Heero shook his head. “Not a clue.”
As they stepped into Une's secretary's office, the woman gave them a sad look before telling them to go in. Wufei's heart inexplicably jumped to his throat and, suddenly, Une's office was the last place he wanted to be. He pushed inside the room and found Trowa present, face expressionless.
“Have a seat, Chang,” Une said quietly.
He swallowed, not in the least bit interested in hearing news that required him to sit down. “Why?”
Trowa took his arm and pulled him to the chair. “Just do it,” he whispered.
He sat and looked back to Une. “What's going on?”
She cleared her throat. “Maxwell didn't feel like waiting for his scheduled flight back so he chartered a jet from the airline.”
He frowned. “So?”
She took a breath. “The jet had some repairs that needed to be done, but the airline was more concerned with making nice with a Preventer to tell him that.”
Wufei was really not liking where this was going. “Duo always inspects a craft before piloting it.”
“He was tired, Wufei,” Trowa said quietly. “You know he can't sleep on shuttles and he took off in the jet only an hour after landing at the port.”
The room was deathly silent for a full minute before Wufei summoned the courage to speak. “What happened?”
She dropped her eyes briefly. “The jet went down somewhere in the Appalachians. Rescue efforts are already on the way to his last known location.”
He felt his heart drop to his stomach and he stared at her; waiting for the punchline to what was obviously a terrible joke. “Duo...”
“We haven't been able to make any contact with him. We don't know his condition.”
He jumped to his feet. “I have to go.”
She nodded. “You, Barton, Yuy, and Winner are leaving within the hour. Go get ready.”
“Quatre will be here soon,” Trowa said.
Wufei all but ran from the room. The other two on his heels. They got in the elevator and Wufei pressed the button for the third floor repeatedly. Heero put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. He closed his eyes. “There's a chance he made it... isn't there?”
“Of course there is.”
******
“Son of a fucking bitch!” Duo threw the phone at a tree, not caring as it smashed into pieces. He leaned his head back, breathing shallowly as every intake of air sent sharp pain through his side. He braved a look down to his leg that was in agony, and then instantly regretted it. No one really wanted to see their own bones.
He swiped a trembling hand over his right eyebrow to wipe at the blood dripping from a gash on his forehead. Everything hurt and multiple wounds were seeping blood. It didn't take a genius to know he was in trouble.
“Someone is so getting sued,” he muttered.
He heard a creak and glanced to the side and up. He closed and opened his eyes slowly, hoping he'd seen wrong. The tree the wing had caught on creaked again, dropping a little lower.
“Ah hell.” He scrambled to the side, dragging his injured leg as best as he could. There was a loud crack and the sound of metal grinding. Then pain exploded in his back and consciousness left him.
******
Wufei sat with his face in his hands as they flew over the mountain range. Quatre rubbed his back. “We'll find him.”
He glanced to the blond. “I don't doubt that. I'm just worried about the state he'll be in when we do.”
He nodded. “I understand.”
And, Wufei realized, Quatre did. The only difference was that when that someone had Heero, Trowa and Ronnie were with him. Duo was alone on a mountain, possibly... probably hurt. But Wufei imagined Quatre had felt much the same way when Marks had Heero as Wufei was feeling now.
“We're over the area of his last communication,” the pilot announced over the intercom.
Wufei turned on the bench and looked out the window, as did the others. With each passing minute, Wufei's heart hammered a little harder. After a little over half an hour, Trowa hit the comm.
“I think I see something. Go a little northeast.”
Wufei crossed to stand next to Trowa, holding his breath as a crashed jet came into view, the airline's logo easily seen on the top. One of the wings was completely broken off and the nose crushed.
“Shit... If he's still in the cockpit, there's no way...” Wufei trailed off, unable to put voice to his fear.
“Take us down and notify the other rescue teams,” Trowa told the pilot.
Wufei's eyes remained glued to the wreckage as the jet found the nearest place to land. He jumped out of the plane and ran through the trees, heart thundering in his chest. They came upon the jet and Wufei searched the area frantically. Quatre and Heero went around to the other side and the blond covered his mouth. “Oh.”
Heero was already on the radio. “We found him. We need medics here now.”
Wufei came around the jet and, when his eyes fell on his lover, his legs gave out. Trowa caught and steadied him as Heero and Quatre knelt beside Duo. A chunk of the wing covered him from the waist down. Blood soaked most of his clothes and more dripped from an angry gash on his forehead. His right forearm was swollen and black.
Heero put his fingertips to Duo's neck. “There's a pulse.”
Wufei closed his eyes in relief. “We need to get the wing off of him.”
Heero laid down and looked under the metal. Fortunately, a felled tree had prevented the full weight from landing on Duo. “Let's wait for the medics, just in case.”
Quatre wiped at the blood on Duo's forehead and leaned down when chestnut brows drew together. “Duo?”
Wufei raced over when his lover sucked in a shallow breath before releasing a pain-filled whimper. He brushed Duo's bangs aside. “Duo? Can you look at me?”
After several false starts, violet eyes slit open and struggled to focus on him. “Fei?” it was more a puff of air than a whisper.
“Yeah. The medics are on their way. What hurts?”
Wheezing breaths were his only answer as Duo squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth. Wufei leaned down and kissed Duo's temple before laying his jacket over his lover. “Stay with me, Duo.”
Tears leaked from the braided man's eyes. “H-h-hurts...”
Wufei's throat was so tight he thought he'd suffocate. “I know,” he manged in a strangled whisper. “But help is coming, okay? Hang on for me.”
“L-love...”
Tears slid silently down Wufei's face. “Don't give up on me.”
Duo slit his eyes open and stared at the ground. “At least... leg isn't hurting... anymore.”
“What's wrong with your leg?” Heero asked calmly, though he was anything but on the inside.
“C'n see the... bone.”
Heero was back on the radio immediately. “What's your ETA to the crash site?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Not acceptable. Duo is awake but with serious injuries. I suggest you get here as fast as possible.”
The radio frizzed for a moment. “We'll do our best.”
Wufei reached under the wing and touched Duo's thigh, looking for a reaction. There wasn't one. He bit his lip and closed his eyes.
“Fei?”
“Hm?”
“I... th-think... I'm gonna pass... out soon... St-stay... wi'... with me?”
It was the closest to scared he'd ever heard from his lover. “I'm not going anywhere, and you're going to make it through this. We'll be together until we're both in a nursing home and don't have a clue who's visiting us.”
Duo released a sound that somewhat resembled a weak laugh. “When... they're... o-our... own... k-k-kids?”
Raven brows drew together. “If that's what you want... I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything. Just... don't leave me.”
“A... p-preggy... F-F-Fei...” He coughed. “S-s-s-sounds... fun.” That was the last they heard from Duo as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Wufei kissed his cheek. “I'll do whatever you want. Just don't die. Please... don't die,” he sobbed.
Trowa pulled Wufei from Duo as the medics arrived. The Chinese man watched as Heero easily lifted the section of the wing that had fallen on Duo's back. The bone in his leg wasn't simply exposed, but broken through the skin.
“Oh shit.” He turned and buried his face in the taller man's chest. His Duo wasn't simply injured... he was gravely wounded. “I can't,” Wufei whispered brokenly. “I can't lose him.”
Quatre pulled the Asian into his arms as they followed the medics to the jet and made their way to the nearest hospital.
Wufei paced the waiting room they'd been directed to. He had friends to lean on as he waited through the ten hour surgery, but it did little to ease his worried mind. A surgeon finally came into the room, requesting the family of one Duo Maxwell.
“He's stable... at the moment. To sum up, his left leg and right arm are broken, as well as three ribs. Multiple contusions and gashes. Our biggest concern at the moment is his spine. He has several fractures in his backbone and a lot of swelling.”
Wufei stared at the man. “He's... paralyzed?”
The surgeon nodded. “At the moment. There is a possibility that it's temporary, though. With situations like this, it's best to wait and see what happens. I think, once the swelling goes down, that he will regain feeling in his legs.”
Wufei swallowed. “Can I see him?”
“He's being moved to CCU now. Once he's settled, a nurse will take you to him.”
Wufei nodded. “Thank you.” He returned to his pace, pulse refusing to slow until he could see his lover. Finally he was led to Duo's room and his heart dropped. His lover was incredibly pale. Casts encased him and a bandage was wrapped around his head. A brace ran over his shoulders and down to his hips to keep his back from moving.
Wufei leaned over and brushed chestnut bangs from his lover's forehead. “I'm here, Duo. You're going to be okay.” The only response he received was a soft expulsion of air that came in time with the oxygen regulator. It wasn't natural. Duo was never still. He was never that quiet.
He lifted the uninjured hand to his lips. “Don't you dare leave me, Duo. I'll never forgive you.”
TBC....
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