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Being Human	By : greengal48 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Het - Male/Female Views: 1025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. Nor am I making money from publishing this! It’s purely for fun. I do, however, own Lea Zikamo and all the other original characters. Enough said.

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Chapter 5: Confessions Part 1

Lea worked as long as she could in the workshop before heading into the house to make dinner. Working on her weaving and making the yarn seemed to help her think a bit. And thanks to Heero’s arrival, she had made more than enough lap blankets and balls of yarn for the approaching fair, which was a little over a month away.

However, Lea still didn’t know what to do about her feelings for Heero. She was having problems sleeping. Dreams about Heero plagued her all night. They were slightly detailed dreams. Although she could never see his body, Lea felt everything he was doing to her. Dream Heero fulfilled every desire she requested and more. The dreams were so vivid that Lea awoke gasping and climaxing. She was rather disappointed that it was a dream but later relieved. She was Heero’s employer. It was going to be interesting enough going into town with him. To have Heero branded negatively as she was… Lea shuddered at the thought. ‘No,’ she thought sadly. ‘It’s better that I keep him at arms’ length. It’s bad enough that I told him about my past.’

She was warming up the food when Heero walked into the kitchen. He had been in the garden for most of the day. The work was done in the morning. By the afternoon, Heero had found a spot under a tree and sat there thinking about what Trowa said.

“Ms. Zikamo is a very lovely woman.”

Lea stood before him at the stove, oblivious of his presence. Her slender body clothed in the typical, slightly baggy shirt and ankle length skirt. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into a bun at the nape of her neck. The top of her head could touch the bottom of his chin. ‘Plain but lovely. No… pretty damn gorgeous and untouchable.’ Heero sighed and headed for the fridge.

Lea heard Heero sigh and whirled around with wooden spoon at the ready. She gave a sigh of relief and glared at him. “You need a blinking cat bell!” Heero stared blankly at her. She paused in disbelief. ‘No, he can’t be that out of it…’ “You know… a bell that’s tied around a cat’s neck.”

“Why would you want to tie a bell around a cat’s neck?”

Lea was so shocked she nearly dropped the spoon. “You can’t be serious!” After a few seconds of silence, she shook her head. “You are.”

“Why?” he asked again. He was curious. Never had he heard of such an odd thing.

She shrugged, “To hear where the cat’s at.”

“Oh,” he replied flatly and returned his attention to the fridge.

‘Weird man…’ She watched Heero grab the orange juice pitcher and take a huge swig from it. “Cup!” She ordered, pointing to the cupboard. Heero answered her with another dumbfounded look. “Drink out of a cup,” she explained. Heero shrugged and grabbed a cup out of the cupboard. Wanting to change the subject, Lea said, “We have a lot of things to do tomorrow.”

“Besides getting parts for the truck, groceries and garden supplies…?” Heero asked.

Lea served the warmed up leftovers on two plates and headed to the table. Heero followed, wanting an answer and the food. “I have to sign up for a booth for the fair. The Zikamo family has been in the Mead Colony Founders Day Fair since day one. Three generations have been selling their wares in that fair.”

She sat the plates down and quickly said prayer. Heero had found that puzzling. He had thought that prayer was needed if you believed the food was poisoned. “What about you, Heero? Do you have any family traditions?”

“No. I have no family.” A ping of anger rang though him. His composure iced over.

Lea winced, “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he assured her trying to hid his jealousy. “I’ve never had a family or normal traditions.”

“Never?” she asked. Heero shook his head no. “Were you an orphan or did your parents die when you were young?” The question was out before she could stop it. She had been wanting to learn more about Heero and she couldn’t pass up this chance.

His expression was blank except for his eyes. The Prussian blues held sadness and distant pain. “Orphan.” The confession made Heero feel a little better, like a window was opened in a room that needed fresh air.

“Well,” Lea said slowly. “You’re a part of this household now, which makes you a part of this family. You know most of the Zikamo Family Skeletons anyways.” She flashed him a playful smile and add quickly, “So, our traditions are your traditions and I’ll hear no griping about it.” She jokingly waved her fork at him

“No, Ma’am. No griping.” Heero smiled. Pride swelled in him. Never before had he been apart of a family. With all the things that had happened that week, Lea had found him worthy.

Oblivious of his smile, Lea rolled her eyes at being called ‘Ma’am.’ “Call me Lea, Heero,” she sweetly corrected him.

“As you wish, Ms. Lea.” There was a mischievous twinkle in Heero’s eye.

Lea felt heat rush to her cheeks and in between her legs. She rolled her eyes, trying to seem unfazed, and finished her food. It didn’t bother her that Heero called her Ms. Lea. It was the way he said it, like an endearment or pet name.

She pondered this as she washed the dishes. Lea had sworn off men after the break in. For a while there the thought of sex disgusted her. Now, Lea was practically dreaming about Heero sexually every night. He was hansom in a dark and dangerous sort of way. But she couldn’t shake the way she felt whenever Heero looked at her. ‘God,’ she thought. ‘What am I doing?’

~::*::~

“Ms. Lea?”

Lea sat up in her seat. Outside the truck was moving along the busy streets of Baytown proper. People and cars zipped here and there as reality sank in. “Oh… um,” Lea stuttered, feeling mighty embarrassed for being caught off guard. “We need to stop by the convention center.”

“Alright.” Heero turned the car onto the appropriate street.

Within minutes, Heero parked in the convention center’s parking lot. Once inside, Lea paused in the main hallway. “I’ll be a while filling out paperwork and stuff. You can do some shopping or whatever until I’m done. Here,” she handed him a cell phone. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”

Heero nodded and watched Lea step into some departmental office. Out of the corner of his eye, Heero noticed a man watching Lea as well. The man was short, stocky, and shady looking. He didn’t look too happy about seeing Lea either. Casually, the man walked out of the convention center. Bells and whistles went off in Heero’s head. He followed the man out into the parking lot. The man went straight for Lea’s truck. Heero was about to confront him when the man put an envelope under the window wiper, turned to Heero and smiled. The man gave a wave to Heero and left. Heero was completely mystified by the man’s actions. ‘Open the letter,’ logic ordered him. Heero did so without hesitation.

The envelope wasn’t sealed. It contained a note with two newspaper clippings attached to it. The note was handwritten. It said: They’re out! Please call me. It was signed, “Uncle”. A phone number had been quickly scribbled blow. The man didn’t look like he could have been any blood relation to Lea. Plus, she said all the people on her mother’s side had disowned her. The newspaper clipping was even more puzzling.

A Grizzly Crime Horrifies Mead Colony Citizens

The Zikamo family is one of the richest families on the whole station. It can be said that we owe the existence of this station to them. Now, the Zikamo family is in the spotlight again. Around three am, Mead Colony’s Chief of Security, Brandon Kayhill, was called about a break-in at the illustrious Zikamo’s home. Dr. Patrick Zikamo, leading scientist for the MCWCC (Mead Colony Weather Control Center), was found dead at the scene. His daughter, Lea, was also found at the scene. She managed to escape the jaws of death but not unscathed. According to an eyewitness, “Ms. Zikamo was badly beaten.” The police will not give details at this point.

Chief Kayhill admitted to more than one person causing this morbid crime. The Chief, however, is not speculating as to who the people are. A station wide manhunt is currently underway. If you have any information…

Heero moved to the second clipping, mind reeling with questions.

Zikamo Murder Case Closed

After six months of the colony wide lock down, the citizens of Mead can breathe easy again. Thanks to the combined forces of the police and Mead Colony citizens, the three men responsible for the death of Dr. Patrick Zikamo and brutal rape and torture of his daughter, Ms. Lea Zikamo, has been brought to justice.

Thursday night, around 11:43pm, Kane Evans, Ian Whitney, and Thadeus Tennessee were cornered in a convenient store. The evening clerk, Jamie Hancock, said that she had noticed them from the wanted posters in the newspapers and on the news. “I acted calm and called the police while they were making their selections. I had no idea that a cop was pulling up at that very moment.” Officer Peter Mayberry engaged the suspects and was forced to defend himself and Ms. Hancock as they opened fire. Back up quickly arrived and the suspects were subdued.

Ms. Zikamo had this to say when asked how she felt about the capture of her father’s murders: “I am relieved. I hope that justice will prevail.” They well now stand trial…

There was more but he couldn’t continue. Heero remembered Lea saying something about a break in and the culprits were caught. She said nothing about a rape. In fact, her story was entirely different from the newspaper clipping. Lea had every right not to tell Heero. But why say something and lie about it… or did she?

The phone vibrated in his pocket. “Hello.”

“Hey,” Lea cheerfully greeted him. “I’m done. Big surprise, huh? The paper work was a lot less this time. Go figure. Anywho, where are you?”

“In the parking lot.” Heero wanted to force her into confessing about the newspaper clipping. ‘She hasn’t seen it, yet. Bad enough I have.’ He put the note and clipping back into the envelope. “I’ll pull up to the door.”

“Ok. I’ll be there in a few.”

Heero hung up and climbed into the truck. He paused for a second staring at the envelope on the passenger’s seat. He felt guilty for opening it. ‘She said we’re a family, right? Don’t family members look after their own?’ With confidence boosted, Heero moved the truck to the front of the building. Lea was waiting with a huge smile on her face. She looked ready to burst with excitement. ‘Damn…’ His heart sank and he thought about hiding the envelope. ‘NO! Don’t. You wouldn’t want anyone hiding info from you, would you?’ Heero reluctantly unlocked the passenger door.

“What’s this?” Lea asked as she settled into the seat.

“It was left on the windshield.” He added quickly, “I read it…”

Lea’s face changed from perplexed excitement to abject horror in a matter of seconds as she read the clippings. She shoved the clippings into the envelope and tossed it onto the floor. Her breathing was strained; eyes were watering and focusing on nothing. “Why?” Her voice was shaky and fear filled. “It was finished!” She turned to Heero; anger mixed with fear twisted her features. “Did you see who did it?”

Heero nodded but didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Caucasian male approximately five seven in height, stocky build, perhaps one ninety in weight, graying brown hair, brown eyes, and the front two top teeth are fake.”

“What?” Lea exclaimed in shock. She wasn’t expecting such a detailed description.

“He smiled at me,” Heero explained.

“Oh…” Lea fell silent, staring at the envelope at her feet. She hugged herself tightly and scooted down in her seat. Her caramel brown skin was pale. She looked lost, frightened, and alone. Whatever it was that made her happy was forgotten. “Can we go home?” she asked in a weak voice. “I’ll give you the money for groceries and parts. I just want to go home.”

The bells and whistles in Heero’s head rose in volume. “I’m not leaving you by yourself, Ms. Lea. I read the article. It’s a warning. If those people have broken out of jail, they might come after you.”

“Heero, this has nothing to do with you,” Lea pleaded. “You’ve done so much already with the McCarts and Carters. Oh, but this… I couldn’t…” She was quickly silenced into fearful shock as Heero suddenly parked the truck. The cars following slammed on their breaks and horns expressing the driver’s feelings about the abrupt action.

He glared at her, “You called me family. That makes it my business! I can help keep you safe!”

Lea shrunk a little in her seat. Her brown eyes were huge and mouth gaped open. Heero had normally acted with such muted emotions that this reaction was a surprise. Plus she never thought he would take her words to heart. Elated at the sudden change, Lea lunged forward wrapping her arms around Heero’s neck in a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she softly sobbed.

Heero returned the hug, half fearful of Lea pushing away. She seemed brittle and unsure of herself. That was a side of her he hadn’t seen. It made him uncomfortable and upset. He wanted to search for the creeps that made her feel this way and rip them to shreds for doing so. ‘Focus, soldier. Both of you can’t go AWOL!’

“Hiding will make them think they have the upper hand,” Heero said in a cool voice. “Finish the errands for today. Tonight, I’ll secure the grounds and the house.” He patted her on the back before setting Lea back in her seat. She had stopped crying but the sour look wouldn’t go away. Heero sighed, “Do you still want to go home?”

She blinked, snapping out of the daze she was in. “No, you’re right. I can’t let these assholes take control of my life.” Lea flashed a weak but cheerful smile, “To the grocery store, Jeeves.”

“As you wish, Ms. Lea,” Heero said with a ghost of a smile, proud of Lea’s renewed strength.

~::*::~

Heero’s eyes narrowed as they drove up to the house. An unmistakable person was sitting on the porch steps. It was “Uncle.” He waved at them as they pulled up.

Lea gasped in delighted shock, “Uncle Janis!”

She bolted from the parked truck right into Janis’ open arms. Heero relaxed a little. It was good she knew him but several questions were popping up in his mind. He kept to himself instead and started unpacking the back of the truck. He heard Lea say joyfully, “I can’t believe you’re here! I wish your visit was because you wanted to drop by.”

“I couldn’t wait for you to call, Lea, and I’m sorry, too,” he said with a sad smile. He eyed Heero, who had an arm full of grocery bags, “Is this your new caretaker?”

Lea beamed. Heero’s heart fluttered. He thought he wouldn’t see her smile like that for a while. “Heero, this is my uncle, Janis Bradley.” She paused giving Janis a quizzical look, “Well, he’s not my uncle but he’s been a friend of the family long before I was born! He’s always been an uncle to me.”

Janis blushed at the loving introduction. “Nice to met you, Heero. Let me help you with that.”

With the work split between Heero and Janis, the groceries, garden supplies, truck parts and security alarms that Heero had talked Lea into buying was put away in a matter of minutes. Janis was visibly shocked and joyful to see the security alarms. Surveying the loot spread over the kitchen table, Janis asked Heero, “Lea let you see what’s in the envelope?” Heero nodded. Janis frowned and eyed Heero suspiciously, “Then why are you staying?” It was a loaded question. Although verbally was the original question, the underlying question in a challenging tone was, “What do you want with Lea?”

“Uncle Janis…?” Lea stepped to Janis’ side and placed a hand on his arm. She glanced at the two men who were staring each other down.

“I want to be here,” he answered in the same challenging tone. The little whispering voice whooped and cheered. Logic wept. Lea was fighting to contain her pride filled smile. His answer also contained two meanings. It admitted that he wanted Lea. An emotional weight was lifted from Heero’s chest. True it wasn’t a complete confession but it would have to do for now. He wasn’t ready to voice it… yet.

Janis’ skeptical look didn’t completely fade but he did eased up a little. “Forgive me for being blunt but I don’t trust you. Call it paranoia. I don’t care. You’re going to have to prove to me you want to stay, got it?”

“That’s not necessary!” Lea snapped at Janis. “I’m not a little girl. So, quit trying to hold my hand! You got that?” Janis was stunned into silence. His shocked look fueled Lea’s anger. She jabbed a finger at Heero, “I trust him and I don’t need your seal of approval. So, if you are going to continue acting like an ass thinking you’re gonna save me after three years of nothing, you can find somewhere else to stay.”

Heero watched the verbal exchange in amazement. Janis had every right to not trust Heero. They had just met. He also appreciated Janis’ honesty. At least he knew what to expect from him. On the other hand, Lea’s outburst was unexpected but wonderful. She had obviously found her backbone again.

“Retract those claws, Lea Bean,” Janis laughed once the shock wore off. “If you trust him, then so do I.”

“Thank you,” she said softly and looking rather sheepish. “I’ve had enough surprises for one week. I’ll tell you tomorrow, Uncle Janis,” she said to his worried expression. “Let’s just get you settled.”

~::*::~

Two Weeks Later…

Heero walked into the Barton Agency. He was greeted by Bob. “How can I assist you today?” he asked smiling. Heero wondered if anyone had mentioned how big Bob’s nose was when he smiled.

“Is Mr. Barton in?”

“Yes.” Bob’s voice faltered a bit under Heero’s cold stare. He even paled slightly. “Let me see if he’s available, Mr. Yuy.”

He motioned for Heero to take a seat and quickly walked to his desk. He sat down feeling drained. He had to talk to someone and no one was available. He had tried Quatre’s usual lines of communication but there was either no answer or a receptionist would transfer him to a voicemail. Duo was out on assignment according to Hilde and wouldn’t be back for a while. Relena was busy with negotiating some plans for interplanetary trade routes, which also made her unreachable. WuFei was out of the question. If it were a tactical situation dealing with a mission, Heero wouldn’t hesitate to ask.

“Sir,” Bob said tentatively, “Mr. Barton will see you now.”

Heero sprang from his seat and marched into Trowa’s office. He shut the door and even locked it. When he whirled around, his face bore an expression Trowa hadn’t seen in since the destruction of Wing Gundam: Heero looked lost. “I’ve got to talk to someone, Trowa.”

“Have a seat,” Trowa said in a casual tone. He lifted an eyebrow when Heero started pacing instead. “What is it?”

“Did you set me up?” Heero sounded borderline hysterical. “Did you know what’s happening to her? Is that why you sent me to her?”

“Set you…” Trowa started to ask. He realized what Heero was going on about. He sighed shaking his head, “Heero, I had heard rumors but nothing out of the ordinary. I honestly didn’t think you would have wanted to stay.” Heero rolled his eyes and took up pacing again. Trowa became worried. Heero was visibly trying to contain his emotions. It looked like a loosing battle. “Talk to me.”

Heero sat down resting his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. “She’s got the McCart’s and Carter’s breathing down her neck for her land. Mayor Rodecker’s forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to. Those guys who broke out of jail a month ago still haven’t been found.”

“That’s not what’s bugging you,” Trowa said calmly. “There’s someone in the way. You can’t get Lea to yourself.”

Heero’s head popped up, “How?” Then his eyes narrowed, “Quatre.”

“He’s been venting to me when he has a moment,” Trowa admitted without a trace of guilt. “You’re not making this easy for him either. He’s filled his calendar with needless appointments just to stay away from Relena. It seems your erotic fantasies are translating into sleepless nights for them.”

“Why?” Heero ran a shaky hand through his hair. “They’re my emotions. It shouldn’t affect him at all!”

“They do.” Trowa took a deep breath trying to gather his thoughts. “Think of the connection between the two of you as a pipe. Your emotions are like water. Whenever you plug up your end of the pipe, your emotions drain into Quatre. He’s more likely to act out his emotions than you are.”

“Relena…” Heero said as his eyes rolled shut, face filled with guilt.

Trowa laughed, “She seems happy with the sudden sexual change in Quatre. The only thing upsetting her is that he’s quarantined himself from her. Why don’t you give in? What’s so wrong with loving Lea?”

Heero’s eyes narrowed into his Death Glare, “Janis.”

“Who?”

“Lea’s so called Uncle.” Heero didn’t hide his disgust with the man. “He warned Lea about the jail break and decided to stay until they’re caught. He thinks they’ll come back for whatever it was they were put in jail for.” He paused, considered his next thoughts, then said with a sigh, “He hates my guts. I’ve done nothing to provoke him. He just…hates me!”

“You did say he’s her uncle.” Trowa laughed when Heero growled. “He has his reasons for acting like a father.” ‘And when did the opinion of another matter to him? He ignored Zecks when he and Relena became intimate. Maybe now he understands!’ Inwardly, Trowa was throwing a party. In reality, he asked cautiously, “The real question is: Do you love Lea?”

That was a question Heero never even asked himself. He never wanted to. Really, he never had to. He knew the answer. The logical, more dominant side of him had always said such feelings would ruin him. He would no longer function as perfectly as he had all his life. It would be like cancer breaking him down until there was nothing left. But he was already breaking down because he wasn’t giving in. He was no longer perfect. Heero closed his eyes. The truth was still the truth no matter how you looked at it.

“Yes.”

~::*::~

Ok. So… what do you think? Please forgive the massive lateness for posting this. I’ve been trying to find a job. Anywho, more of this story to come!

TTFN! (ta ta for now)

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