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Equus	By : Deb Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, it belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. I do own the equines though, please do not take them without permission. Written for pleasure not profit.

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“Equus”
Chapter 42
The following day saw Duo return to work in the practice. Zechs was enjoying his two days off so the vet had both Hilde and Catherine for company. Heero had been concerned about Duo returning, even though the vet insisted he would be fine. His shoulder was still strapped and his visit to Sally wasn't until the following day which meant he would be limited in what he could and couldn't do. Surgery would be out of the question for him and knowing that, Hilde had offered to do any surgeries for him and still remain on call.
Duo had been grateful for that and promised the female vet he would return the favor once his shoulder was healed and he was back to normal. Hilde had waved it off, stating that was what friends did for each other. She also made Duo promise herself and Catherine that he would let them know if he needed any assistance with his consults.
The anti inflammatories and pain killers that Sally had prescribed were working well and the shoulder wasn't as sore as it could have been. Duo was still applying the cream she'd also left for the tearing and bruising to his rear end. Every time he applied it the feeling of anger and nausea would return; along with embarrassment.
He knew it would take time for him to overcome these emotions, Jay had told him as much, but he wished it was all behind him already.
“Morning, Ladies,” Duo greeted as he stepped into the reception area.
“Morning, Duo,” both women responded.
Duo moved to the appointments book to see what they had coming in that morning. He gave a low whistle when he saw how many patients were booked. Looked like it was going to be a busy day. Catherine had scheduled the appointments so that Duo was handling the majority of the easier cases due to his shoulder injury.
“Guess we should get started,” Hilde said with a glance at the clock. “Otherwise we will be here until the cows come home.”
“Might be an idea,” Duo replied.
“I'll go turn the sign around and let the waiting hoards in, shall I?” Catherine asked with a grin.
Rolling his eyes, Duo gave the woman a mock glare; in his mind though he was relieved that the two were treating him exactly the same as they always did, it allowed him to relax and forget the trauma for a while.
The morning moved along quickly, both vets seeing their fair share of patients. Duo's were all simple enough and didn't pose any problems for him, until one client came in with his dog. The man had been to the practice before, the dog was quite well known to Duo, mainly for his ability to get himself into situations that usually ended up with him being brought in to be stitched up. Today was no different.
Calling the client through, Duo moved ahead into the consulting room and placed the dog's file on the counter top to quickly read through it. The man and his dog entered, the man closing the door behind him and shuffling across to the consulting table beside Duo.
One minute Duo was reading through the file, the next a shadow loomed over him and he froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin. Fear lodged in his gut and it was all he could do to prevent himself from running, screaming from the room.
“You want him on the table, Doc?”
The man's voice penetrated through the terror in Duo's mind and he managed a nod. The shadow shifted and Duo managed to breathe a sigh of relief. It took another moment for him to calm enough to turn around. It's not Stefan, you're perfectly safe, he repeated to himself in his mind. In the time it took for the man to place the dog on the examination table, Duo had managed to recover enough to be able to function properly. His hand was a little shaky and a tremor passed through him from time to time, but he did his best to control it.
“What sort of trouble has Sandy gotten himself into this time, Mr. Ackworth?” Duo asked in a reasonably steady voice.
“He was trying to get into my veggie patch from what I can tell. I have to keep it fenced off otherwise he gets in and digs up everything. I've only just put a load of blood and bone fertilizer in the soil and replanted it. I guess he must'a smelt the fertilizer and decided he wanted to see what it was that smelt so good. He tried to force his way in through the gate but got caught on a jagged piece of wood.”
“I see.” Duo stepped up to the table and with a calming breath, began to examine the dog's shoulder where a long cut appeared amongst the fur. “Nasty,” he said. “It's going to require stitching, Mr. Ackworth.”
“I thought as much,” Ackworth muttered. “I dunno why he always seems to do this to himself.”
“I'll stitch him up now for you, but I'll need to get a little help. Won't be a moment.” Duo stepped out of the consulting room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it for a moment. He took a few calming breaths and wiped his sweaty hand on his thigh. Feeling a little better, he walked up to the reception area and Catherine.
“Are you okay, Doctor Maxwell?” Catherine asked, the concern heavy in her voice. “You're looking very pale.” Catherine was a touch worried by Duo's appearance. The vet looked very pale, his skin was beaded in sweat and his eyes had a wild, haunted look in them.
“Yeah, I'll be okay, just a bit of a shock,” he replied.
Catherine got up and hurried around to the other side. “Come with me for a moment,” she ordered and led him through to the back of the reception area and away from anyone's prying eyes. Sitting him down in a chair she asked calmly, “What happened?”
Wiping his hand again, Duo tried to explain what he wasn't sure about himself. “I don't know. I was doing fine until Mr. Ackworth. I guess just being in such close proximity with another man and a big man at that had me a little edgy.”
Catherine understood immediately what Duo must be going through. “What is wrong with the dog?”
“Needs stitching.”
“Right. I'll come and help you with that and from now on, I'll come into the consulting room when you have any other male clients that need their animal's seeing to.” When Duo's eyes met hers and he frowned, she continued, “Given your injured shoulder you will need someone there to help out and I'm not going to take no for an answer.”
Realizing that the woman was offering him a solution to his current problem without him having to lose face, he accepted. “Thanks, Catherine.”
“No problem. Now, if you're feeling a bit better I suggest we go and stitch up this dog.”
With Catherine's assistance, Duo soon had the dog treated. Any other male clients that Duo saw for the rest of the consults saw Catherine in the room with him and as much as he hated to admit it, he did feel much more comfortable with having her there.
“Don't worry, Duo. It will take some time for you to accept that not every man around is about to hurt you,” Catherine said softly when Duo's last client left.
“Yeah, I know but it's just so damn hard! I hate being like this, I hate feeling the way I do,” Duo growled.
“It will get better, Duo. You need to give yourself time, time to heal both physically and emotionally. It also doesn't hurt to let your friends help you either,” she added with a smile.
Duo's posture slumped. “I know, the counselor I'm seeing said pretty much the same thing.” He raised his violet eyes to meet Catherine's. “Thanks,” he whispered. “I know I may not be the easiest of people to get along with right now, but I do appreciate all you're doing, not just for me, but Heero and the practice too.”
“Duo, there's no thanks needed, it's what friends do for each other and you have been and always will be more than just a boss to me, you're a very dear friend.”
Feeling the lump settling in his throat and the prickling behind his eyelids, Duo just nodded and made an excuse of needing to visit the bathroom.
* * *
Wednesday morning dawned and with it a lot of tension and trepidation in the Maxwell cottage. Today was the day that Stefan would be coming with a police escort to remove his horse and belongings. It was also the day Duo was to visit Sally again for his check up.
Stefan would be coming around eleven and Duo was thankful he would be in the middle of morning consults when the sleaze ball arrived. His appointment with Sally wasn't until the afternoon and Hilde had offered to continue to deal with any surgical cases on his behalf so he could attend the appointment. Heero also planned on going with Duo.
“You're not hungry?” Duo asked as he watched Heero pushing the sausage and egg around his plate.
With a sigh, Heero placed his knife and fork down. “Not really,” he replied.
“Me either,” Duo stated with a rueful smile. “Guess it looks like Smokey will be having sausage for her dinner tonight.
At the sound of her name, Smokey looked up from where she was sitting beside Heero's seat in the hope of a stray morsel or two finding its way in her direction. She gave a soft meow and head butted Heero's leg.
“Not now, Smokey. I won't feed you from the table,” Heero said but reached down to pet the cat's head anyway.
“Nervous?”
Looking into his partner's violet eyes, Heero could see the emotions swirling in their depths. “A bit,” he admitted, “but more in the way that I don't trust myself to keep my hands to myself and not wring that bastard's neck.”
Duo placed his hand atop of Heero's. “As much as I appreciate you wanting to defend my honor and all that, and I do appreciate what you have already done, he's not worth it, Heero. You're better than him, let the courts deal with him. I'd rather see him rot in jail for several years at the mercy of some of those big bastards in there than see you in trouble just because you punched his lights out.”
“Punched his lights out?” Heero raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean.”
Heero gave a grin. “I promise you, I'd like to do more than punch his lights out, but you're right. I think several years with some of those guys inside will be punishment enough.”
“I suppose I should clean up and head up to the practice for consults.”
“I'll clean up, Duo. I don't have anything else pressing to do.” Heero stood up and gathered up their plates of uneaten breakfast.
“Thanks.” Duo left the kitchen to finish getting ready for consults whilst Heero scraped their plates and put the uneaten sausage to one side for Smokey's dinner.
Heero had just finished the dishes when Duo returned.
“Promise me you won't do anything stupid, Heero.”
“I won't, besides with the police there it would be a little difficult,” Heero said and attempted to lighten the mood a little. “He should think himself lucky he has police protection. Personally I hope Comet bucks him off and steps all over him.”
Duo couldn't help the snicker. “Wishful thinking, Heero.”
“Hai, but I can always hope.”
“That you can.” Duo closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around Heero. “I love you, Heero; my hero,” he said softly.
“Always, Duo, always yours.” Heero reciprocated the hug and pressed a kiss to Duo's temple. As Duo raised his head a touch, Heero couldn't resist those tempting lips and slowly gravitated towards them. Lips connected but Heero kept the kiss to a brief and chaste one when he felt Duo stiffen a touch in his arms. “I'll come on up to the surgery after he's gone and let you know how it went if you wish?”
“Just let me know he's gone and that will be enough. I'd better move or I'll be late.” Releasing his lover, Duo headed out the door towards the surgery and the morning's work.
* * *
“I'm pretty sure that's all of it,” Heero said as he surveyed the pile of items just outside the main stable doors.
“I'll check the tack room for you if you like?” June said.
“I think I will too, just to be safe.” Heero followed the woman back into the stables and tack room. The pair scoured the area, checking all the remaining gear for anything of Stefan's that they may have missed. Neither one could find anything more.
“Would you like me to bring Comet up from the paddock?” June asked.
“Thanks, but I'll fetch her.” Seeing the look on June's face, Heero quickly added, “I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you or the baby, and I don't think your husband would either.”
June laughed and ran her hand over the growing swell of her belly. “You could be right there,” she replied.
“Thanks anyway.” Heero picked up a lead rope from the pile of Stefan's gear. “I'll fetch her now. I'm guessing they will be here soon.”
June nodded. “I'll wait here for you.”
Heero set off at a brisk walk towards the paddocks and Comet. Ten minutes later he was back, the mare beside him. He placed her in her stable and checked her rug. Stepping out, he hung the lead rope on the door and took out his cell which had started to ring. It was the police to advise him they would be at the property within the next ten minutes. Heero relayed the message on to June once he'd hung up from the call.
“Would you like me to stay here and keep an eye on things?” June asked.
“Actually, if you don't mind that would be good. I won't be allowed near him so it will be difficult to make sure he doesn't take anything that isn't his. Besides, if I was near him I think I'd probably flatten him.”
“What makes you think I won't take a swing at him?” June asked, cocking her head to the side and giving Heero a wink.
Unable to help himself, Heero laughed. “Oh, I'd love to see that, only thing is he'd probably hit you right back and I wouldn't want that to happen. He's such a low down excuse for a human being that I wouldn't put it past him to hit a woman.”
“One swift kick in the crown jewels would soon see him brought to his knees.”
“Of that I have no doubt.” Heero did his best to stifle the cringe.
The sound of a car approaching had them both turning their heads. Heero recognized Stefan's car and the police car ahead of it. “I'll make myself scarce.”
“Where will you be?”
“I'll go check on Zero. I can still see what's going on down here from his paddock.”
“Okay. If anything should happen, I'll scream for help,” June teased.
“I'll be listening.” Heero turned and with a nod to the woman, he walked away to Zero's paddock.
The police car pulled in and stopped over to one side, Stefan's car followed and backed up towards his horse float. Sergeant Williams and Constable Henry got out of the police car and June went to meet them.
“Mr. Yuy has put all of Comet's things in a neat pile by the main doors,” she advised the officers. “Mr. Graves is welcome to check that it's all there.”
“Thank you,” Williams replied. “Could you tell me where Mr. Yuy is?”
“Sure, he's in the paddock with his horse, Zero. It's the first one on the left as you go down the raceway between the paddocks,” June informed and pointed in the correct direction. “Mr. Yuy asked me to remain here and make sure that Mr. Graves removes only what is his from the property; will that be a problem?”
“That should be fine. I'll leave Constable Henry here with Graves to supervise the removal, I'll go find Mr. Yuy and stay with him whilst all this is going on.” Williams turned to speak with Henry and then set off for the paddock June had indicated.
From where he stood in the paddock with Zero, Heero could clearly see what was going on at the stables. “Why does life have to be so difficult?” he asked the gray.
Zero simply wuffled and pushed his nose against Heero's chest, asking for his favorite treat. He wasn't disappointed either when the orange piece made its appearance in his master's palm. Zero crunched the carrot with relish.
“You don’t know how lucky you are, Zero. All you have to worry about is eating, sleeping and making little Zeros.”
The stallion flicked his tail at an annoying fly before rubbing his face against Heero and snuffling around his master's pockets.
“There you are, greedy.” Heero passed over another carrot. He spotted someone walking towards him and recognized Sergeant Williams. “Looks like we have company.” Zero pricked his ears and scented the newcomer before returning to his molesting of Heero's pockets. Pushing the stallion's nose away for the moment, Heero walked back towards the gate and Williams, Zero ambling along beside him. “Sergeant,” he acknowledged.
“Mr. Yuy. How are you?”
“I”m fine, thanks for asking. I take it that it was okay for June to remain and keep an eye on things?”
“That's fine. Henry will supervise the removal. Nice horse, he yours?” asked Williams as he extended a hand towards Zero. The stallion politely reached out his muzzle and sniffed at the officer's hand.
“Yeah, this is Zero. I've had him for quite a few years now. He's the sire of my Olympic horse, Shinigami.”
“I thought I recognized your name,” Williams said, but I couldn't think from where. Now I know. You were in the Olympic Team at the London Games, in the showjumping if I remember correctly.”
“Ah, yes, that would be correct.”
“Weren't you the one that took two gold medals?” Williams was starting to get a little excited.
“Hai, we won team gold and individual gold,” Heero replied with a blush.
“Well I'll be,” Williams exclaimed. “My daughter is gonna go nuts when she knows I've met you. She's horse mad and you were all she could talk about during the games, you and your horse.”
Heero went several shades darker red. “I'm nothing special,” he muttered. “It was Shinigami who did all the work.”
“You still have him?”
“Hai, I do. That's him in the paddock there.” Heero pointed to the next paddock where Shini was busy mowing the grass.
“Would is be okay if I had a look at him? Maybe take a photo? My daughter would absolutely love that.”
“Of course.” Heero still found it hard to come to terms with his 'celebrity' status at times. He didn't think he was anything special, just another hardworking guy who happened to have a very good horse that made him look good. Stepping out of the paddock, Heero walked over to Shini's gate and called the younger stallion.
Shini raised his head and began to wander over. Arriving at the gate, he immediately searched Heero's person for carrots, his master feeding him one.
“He's a nice horse, Mr. Yuy,” Williams complimented.
“I like to think so too, but then again, I'm biased,” Heero replied and patted Shini's hard neck.
“Would you mind if I took a photo?”
“Feel free.” Heero went to step to of the picture when the sergeant pulled out his phone to take the pictures on, but the sergeant waved him back.
“Gotta have you in there too otherwise my daughter will kill me,” he chuckled.
Heero suitably blushed but stood by Shini's side. The sergeant took a few shots and them pocketed the phone.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Do you think we could head back to the stables now? See if Comet and all the gear is gone?” Heero asked, unable to bring himself to speak Stefan's name.
“Might as well, although if they are still there and loading up I will need for you to stay a reasonable distance away from the accused.”
Nodding, Heero began to walk back towards the stables. Reaching the end of the raceway, Heero paused and glanced ahead. Williams scanned around too, noting that the pile of gear that was outside the stables earlier seemed to have disappeared. Graves' car and float were still there but it appeared that Comet had been loaded inside.
“Should be about to leave I'd say,” Williams commented.
“Good. If I ever see him again it will be too soon,” Heero muttered.
Williams waited with Heero at the far end of the stables. Constable Henry followed Stefan out with the last of his gear which was placed in the trunk of the car and then closed. Stefan began to get into his car and Henry started to walk back to the patrol car. Seeing as how Stefan was now leaving, Williams deemed it okay for Heero to return to his stables.
“I'll be in touch, Mr. Yuy.”
“Thank you, officer, for everything,” Heero replied and shook the sergeant's hand.
Williams began to walk across to the police car, Heero aimed for the stables and June to see what had happened. Just as Heero was approaching the main doors, Stefan stopped his car and wound down the window. He stuck his head out and yelled out to Heero.
“Let that fag boyfriend of yours know he has a lovely tight ass, but I guess you'd already know that.”
The words hit Heero's ears and he spun on his heel, the white hot rage consuming him. Before he knew what was happening, he was sprinting across the yard, determined to ram his fist as far down Stefan's throat as he could get it.
Both Williams and Henry heard the taunt, each officer turning to say something when they spotted Heero at a dead run. “Fuck!” Williams cursed and charged after Heero. “You get that slimy bastard off the property now, before I'm arrested for police brutality!” he snapped to Henry. Not waiting to be told twice, Henry aimed for the car and perpetrator.
“You fucking prick!” Heero snarled and lunged at the window of Stefan's car.
Seeing the other man charging for him, Stefan began to wind the window up as fast as he could. He kept the sneer on his face though, taunting Heero even more.
Sergeant Williams was a second behind Heero, making a desperate lunge forward to try and grab the rider and prevent the altercation he could see about to happen. He wasn't quite quick enough though. Just as he reached for Heero, the rider slammed his fist into the driver's window.
Glass shattered, breaking into hundreds of small pieces and showering everyone in the immediate area with tiny shards. Stefan was covered in the majority of it as the glass had exploded inwards. Heero's hand began to turn red from the numerous small cuts inflicted by the shattering glass, but he either didn't notice or didn't care, he was too busy making a grab for Stefan's throat.
Just as his fingers closed around that throat, Williams grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away. The force of the heavier Sergeant's body against his own caused Heero's hold to break and his balance to falter. That split second was all it took for Henry to reach them.
“Get the fuck off this property or you will be arrested for trespass,” he snapped at Stefan.
“What about the damage to my window? And the attempt on my life?” Stefan hurled back.
“I didn't see any attempt on your life, as for the window,” Henry shrugged, “guess a rock could have done that. Now fuck off!” Henry began to reach for his handcuffs, Stefan took the hint and put his foot to the accelerator, taking off a little quicker than he should when towing a float. Once he was clear of the driveway, he settled into a steadier speed.
“Asshole,” Henry muttered, turning around to help his sergeant up from where he and Yuy were currently sprawled on the ground. “Are you both okay?”
The sergeant dusted himself off and checked his person. He was fine. “Mr. Yuy?”
Heero managed to raise himself from the ground with a hand from Henry. “I'll be fine,” he growled.
“I don't think so,” Williams stated with a pointed look at Heero's right hand. “I think we should clean that up and take a look at it.
“Heero! Are you okay?” June called as she made her way towards the group as fast as she could in her pregnant state.
“I'm okay,” Heero replied, his anger still bubbling under the surface. “That bastard,” he spat, “I hope he rots in hell.”
“Mr. Yuy, as much as I agree with you, you can't go around throwing punches like that, even if he does ask for it. You can rest assured thought that I will be adding this bit of provocation to my report in relation to the case and charges against Mr. Graves,” Williams advised.
“Heero, come into the stables and let me clean that up for you,” June pleaded looking at the bloody mess of Heero's hand.
With a sigh, Heero gave in. “Okay, but once it's taken care of I'll need to get this glass up from the drive, I don't want to risk one of the horses stepping on any of it.”
“I can help with that,” June soothed and gently tugged Heero in the direction of the stables.
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tbc...
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