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Dead in the Water	By : makochan0217 Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Crossovers Views: 1006 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing that is recognizable in either the Gundam Wing/AC universe or the Sookie Stackhouse novels. This is for entertainment purposes only.

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Title: Dead in the Water
Author: Makoto Sagara
Series: Gundam Wing/Southern Vampire Mysteries (Sookie Stackhouse Novels)
Archive: the usual suspects; anywhere else, please ask first
Category: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Slash, Action, Fantasy, and Adventure
Pairings/Characters: Eric/Sookie, Duo/Wufei, Quatre + Heero, Trowa/Zechs, Relena + Heero, Dorothy/Quatre, Treize/Pam, Pam/Dorothy, others…
Rating: R (Later chapters may be more)
Warnings: slash, femme slash, het, blood, gore, non-con (rape), magic, vampires, shape shifters, violence, angst, language, OOC, AU/Fusion, crossover, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I make no money, so suing is pointless. If you think I own GW or the SVM universe, then you need to see someone. I have the number to a nice doctor... Oh, SALLY!
Author’s Notes: I hate Writer’s Block. It makes working on stuff that I enjoy really difficult. Sorry about the delay! And, yes, I made Heero related to Calvin and Crystal. =P
Chapter Five, or Pack Mentality
After breakfast, I asked Heero if he would show me around to more of the shifters in the area. The dark-haired man gave me a look like I was insane, and even his brain pattern was giving off an incredulous feeling—if that’s possible. I could tell he wanted to say no because I was a human, even if I wasn’t a normal human, but eventually I could sense that he’d come to a decision.
“Here’s how it is, Quatre,” he said slowly. “I’m going to take you to meet Sally. She’s the doctor I told you about. She’s also the second of the Greyfur pack’s leader. She’ll take it from there and we’ll see. Although, Zechs is pretty laid back when it comes to most things, I don’t want to piss him off either.”
“Zechs? Why does that name sound familiar?” I asked out loud. “I’m sure I’ve heard of it before.”
“You probably have. Zechs Marquise is not only head wolf around Manhattan, but he also owns ZMTB construction with his lover, Trowa.”
“Trowa? But I thought you said that the pack and the vamps don’t really work together?”
“I did, but Trowa and I work for Dermail to keep everyone connected. When things go bad for the vamps, it usually spills over into the rest of the supe community, so Zechs had Trowa come work at the club. Since I’m just a shifter, but I already had a decent reputation as a good bodyguard, Zechs asked me to also go work at the club. That way, the Greyfur pack now has eyes and ears inside and outside the club nearly all the time. There’s another wolf that works the doors on Trowa’s nights off, and a were-fox that works on my nights off. Although, she’s there a lot of the time anyway, trying to get me to agree to mate with her for some God awful reason.”
“Is that the girl you and Dorothy were talking about last night?”
Heero grimaced before his face went completely blank. “Yes, Relena Darlian…She’s just some rich shifter who decided she was tired of trying to live up to mommy and daddy’s expectations, so she ran away to join the rest of us.”
“Basically, she’s slumming it?” I asked, interested in why Heero so obviously disliked this fox.
“Yeah, that’s about as close as you’re going to come to what motivates that girl.” He stood up and stretched slowly. I watched, transfixed, at the flash of flat belly his shirt exposed. “I might not be able to read minds, Quatre, but I can smell you.” A teasing grin flashed across his face before disappearing. “Do you like what you see?”
Seriously, if I could have, I would have curled up and died in a huge ball of self-conscious ashes. My face was so red, I was sure that it was clashing with my t-shirt. A warm, large hand grabbed one of my own and I had to look up into the were-panther’s cobalt-blue eyes. “It’s okay if you do. That’s part of the reason Relena’s not ever going to get anywhere with me.”
That statement knocked all of the air out of my body and forced me to try to remember how to breathe again. Heero was gay and I had a chance. If only I could rejoice in that little fact. “O-okay,” I managed after a few seconds of regulated breathing.
“Come on,” he said after a few awkwardly silent moments. “If I’m going to take you to Sally’s office, we need to head to my car. You don’t have any afternoon classes, do you?”
“Yes, but I’m going to skip them all,” I said as I gathered my coat and other outerwear. “I’m going to use this as a personal day. Hopefully, my professors will understand.”
“If anything, you can always see if you can use Dermail as an excuse,” Heero joked as I paid the bill and we headed out of the diner.
“Somehow, I don’t see my finance professor buying that excuse, even if he does have a vampire lover,” I responded, “if you can believe the rumours.”
“What’s your professor’s name?” Heero asked abruptly.
“Professor Alexander McTearn.”
“They’re true. He’s been to Crypt o’ the Night with Catalonia.”
“Who?” I asked, feeling really out of the loop for a second.
“Ah, that would be the blonde leech that was plastered to your side until Dermail told her to back off.”
“Oh, so, Dorothy has a last name?”
“I suppose so. Treize and Dorothy are related because their mothers were Dermail’s daughters. But, Treize is probably the only one who’s worth anything out of all of them. Sadly, you’ve grabbed Dorothy’s attention and she’s claimed you as hers, so anything that she and Dermail do to you, the other vampires have to stay out of it.” He reached out with one of his abnormally warm hands and grabbed my own. “You understand that your friend’s little night out has cost you your freedom, right? Dorothy’s not just going to let you go. The only thing you can do to protect yourself is to follow her orders and act as if you enjoy sex with her.”
That, unlike anything else the shifter had told me, made me feel sick to my stomach. He was basically saying that I had just sold my entire life, as it was before, over to the vamps for a night out with my friends. And anything that I did would get either my friends or my family hurt. The desire to cry, to rail against my lot in life, anything, overwhelmed me for a minute and I couldn’t breathe. “There’s no escaping this. My father and sisters wouldn’t go into hiding because of vampires. My father and grandfather still have business deals with the vampires in Boston and even here in the city. I’m so screwed. I’m never going to be able to get free of these animals.”
Suddenly, Heero was shaking me until my head was wobbling on my neck as if it would snap at any second and my panic attack faded in the face of anger at the were-panther that was manhandling me. I struggled to get loose, and he released me quickly. I nearly fell on my ass and glared at him dangerously. “Are you done?” he asked quietly. I nodded curtly and he took my elbow to direct me towards a non-descript blue sedan. “Get in,” he barked before moving to the driver’s side and sliding in himself.
“I never thought that a shape-shifter would drive such a boring car,” I said as I got in and the cold, stale air from the car’s blower slapped me in the face. “I always thought you all drove pickup trucks and motorcycles.”
“Those are the Weres,” Heero replied, readying to enter mid-morning traffic off Broadway. “I’m going to take you to see Sally. Try to not say stuff like that around her. Weres are a touchy bunch and she’ll resent you being there anyway.”
“Why?”
“One, you’re an outsider. Two, you’re with me, a lesser form of two-natured, in the Werewolves’ opinion. Three, you’re a human with unknown ties to the supernatural community. Besides, Trowa will have told Zechs and Sally about what happened last night at the club.” Finally, traffic let up enough so that he could enter it and he headed south, towards Lincoln Center and Central Park.
“How far is her clinic then?” I asked, determined to memorize our route in case I needed it later.
“Soho, corner of Spring and Lafayette streets,” he said, managing to avoid a bicycle messenger—who flicked him off, even though he cut Heero off. “Fucking asshole… Sometimes, I hate Manhattan.”
“Where in New Jersey did you grow up?”
“Princeton,” he said through clenched teeth as someone cut us off yet again.
“What made you move to New York City then?”
“What is with you and the Twenty Questions?” he snapped as we reached a red light. I looked over at my companion and could see his blue eyes had taken on a dangerous yellow-gold hue. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
“No, I’m trying to take your mind off of mid-morning traffic so you don’t kill someone,” I shot back. “If you hate driving so much, why don’t we just take the subway? It would have been so much easier and then you wouldn’t have to worry about parking.”
“Because, when I run vamp business, I can expense everything to that fat bastard. And I moved to New York because a friend of mine said the supe community up here was better than in the middle of New Jersey. For the most part, he was right, but he didn’t say that the shifters and Weres were so tied in with the vamps that it would take a backhoe and two months to dig us out of our ties.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling as if I’d touched a raw nerve in my companion. I couldn’t read his mind clearly, but I could see a red tangle of anger, irritation and lust that left me speechless. The less I bothered him, the more I was guaranteed actually arriving to our destination alive. So, like the smart little telepath that I was, I kept my mouth shut and just watched as most of Midtown Manhattan passed by the car in a blur of faded winter sunlight, painted signs and disgruntled and bundled up New Yorkers.
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A trip that would have taken about thirty minutes by train took us seventy minutes by car, between driving through the maze of streets that make up the busiest parts of the city and trying to find a parking spot in Soho around Lafayette St. To say that Heero was angry would have been a vast understatement, but I could understand why he was so upset. There was a reason why I’d left my car back in Boston when I decided to attend Columbia.
Finally, we arrived at the clinic, and I had to take a second look. I’d really been expecting some storefront affair, with dingy windows and drug addicts hanging around the outside. Of course, I’d been dismissing the fact that it was located in Soho—one of the nicer areas between Midtown and Downtown—so that meant it had to be turning some sort of a profit.
“So, this Sally person, she does well for herself, right?” I asked, hoping that I didn’t sound as awed as I felt.
“She does as well as can be expected, I guess,” Heero answered, appearing much more relaxed now that he wasn’t behind the wheel of a car.
“Heero, do you own a motorcycle?”
“Yes, and I normally ride it, but since I was taking you somewhere, and it’s slightly cold to your human constitution, I borrowed the car from Dermail’s fleet,” he said, flashing me a brief smile that made my heart flutter in my chest. “Why? Do you want to take a ride on it, pretty boy?”
Yes, please, please, please, please, please, please! “Um, that would be kinda cool. I’ve never been on one before.” …Especially not with someone so hot. Oh, dear God, yes!
“I’ll think about it for next time then.”
Heero walked into the clinic as if he owned the place and I was forced to follow behind him. Even if the outside was rather ritzy, the inside definitely belonged to a clinic. The receptionist gave us both a beaming smile—atypical for New York, to be honest—that lit up her dark-skinned face and waved us over to a pair of those uncomfortable waiting chairs that you could find just about anywhere as she continued to listen to whoever was on the other end of the phone attached to her ear.
“No, ma’am, you’ll have to come in to have the doctor examine you before she can do that,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Yes, I understand that it’s an inconvenience to you, but she can’t just write you a prescription for a narcotic without an examination. She’d lose her license.” She looked down at her desk before continuing. “I have an appointment spot open for first thing tomorrow morning at eight AM. I’ll just…No, I’m sorry. There aren’t any more spots open today or tomorrow afternoon…Well, if you feel that way, I’m sorry… Yes… Yes… Yes… Alright, we’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning, Mrs. Rabinowitz. You have a good day. ‘Bye,” she rushed, putting down the phone receiver hastily.
I quickly scanned her brain and found that she was a human and that she really hated the rich patients that called in as if they owned the doctor’s time. I also discovered that she thought that I was rather cute and wanted to see what I looked like under all my clothing. With a blush that could set the whole place on fire, I withdrew from the girl’s head and vowed to never read her mind again.
“Hey, Heero,” the girl said. “Who’s your cute friend?”
“Hey, Sharlene,” Heero responded coolly. “He’s not your type.”
“Oh, bats for your team, then?” She sighed huffily. “Shoulda known. All the cute ones are gay or dead.” Her smile swiftly returned. “Still, you could at least introduce us, you social misfit.”
“Sorry, Sharlene Torres, this is Quatre Winner. Quatre, that’s Sharlene. She’s Sally’s go-to girl, whatever that means.”
“It means, Mr. My-Pants-Are-Too-Tight, that I am the reason that Dr. Po’s office hasn’t burned down yet,” she responded, putting out a manicured hand for me to shake.
I hesitated in taking the girl’s hand because skin-to-skin contact always amps up the power of my telepathy, but I knew that it would be rude to ignore her. So, sucking it up, I took her hand and placed a small kiss to the back before dropping it. “Nice to meet you,” I said.
“Oh, and what a gentleman,” she cooed excitedly. I could hear her wondering how long she could avoid washing the hand I just kissed so she could savor the moment just that little bit longer. “You’re wasted on his kind.”
“And just what is his kind, Ms. Torres?” I asked, deciding that if the girl knew Heero well enough, she’d be an excellent source of information about the other man. And I wasn’t afraid to be obvious in my desire for more information.
“Oh, you know, surly and too hot for words,” she said offhandedly. “Sally’ll be out in a minute. Trowa was supposed to take Marie today, but since he got hurt at that club last night, Zechs had to get her from the clinic. I’m sure that they’ll be out in a few.”
It didn’t take a mind-reader to know that this girl lived to gossip, but I wasn’t complaining when she was freely handing me tidbits that I could mull over later. “What is the doctor like?”
“Oh, she’s great to work for, but she can’t stand stupid people or patients that ignore her warnings,” the girl offered brightly. “A lot of her patients work for Zechs or work security for that vamp bar in Midtown.” She gave an inelegant shrug, but I could tell that she was one of the few people who thought the world would have been a better place if vampires had stayed in their coffins.
“Do you know if she has many shifters as patients?” I asked, curious to know what she thought of the more recent revelation the world had received.
“Oh, nearly all of them are,” she gushed. “But, since Sally’s a werewolf, that’s hardly surprising. I mean, I’m just a plain old human, but my mom and older brother are part of Zechs and Sally’s pack.”
That explained her hatred of vampires then. I’d gotten the feeling from Heero that vampires and the other supes didn’t get along, but I hadn’t known that it extended to the humans that they surrounded themselves with. However, if this girl came from a family of werewolves, then it made more sense that she hated the vampires. “So, you’re unofficially a member of the pack?”
“No, but as a sympathetic human, it makes it easier for the doctor to not have to make up excuses when her patients come in with some of their injuries being nearly life-threatening and walking out a day or two later as if nothing happened.”
I nodded sagely, trying to process all the information the girl had given me and turned back to face Heero. He was staring at me, his blue eyes unreadable and his mind a snarly mess, but I could feel the want oozing off of him in waves that would have made my knees buckle if I hadn’t still been leaning against the receptionist’s desk. Before either of us could made a move towards the other, the sound of footsteps coming from the left hallway reached us.
“I’m sorry about this, Sal, but I’ll make sure that Marie gets to her afternoon classes,” a tall, platinum blond man was saying. I couldn’t do anything but stare as he came completely into view. His hair fell well beyond his shoulder blades, but it was pulled back into a tight ponytail. He was over six-foot tall with eyes so icy a blue that I grew cold just looking into them. “Well, well, well,” he said smoothly, his rich, boarding school voice rolling over me in ways I didn’t think were possible. “You must be the interesting human that Trowa ran into last night.” He looked around me and waved at Heero. “And since you’ve got the cat with you, I think I’m right.”
“Zechs Marquise, Sally Po, this is Quatre Winner. Quatre, you’ve just met the leader and his second of the Greyfur pack,” Heero said as he stood up to stand next to me.
Breaking eye-contact with the cool blond, I looked around him to see a pretty, half-Chinese woman with dyed blonde hair and sharp brown eyes giving me an once-over. “Trowa’s right that he’s no ordinary human, Zechs,” she said before extending her hand out to me. “Sorry about that. I’m Doctor Sally Po, resident doctor to the supernatural and the freaks in this part of the world. This little firecracker you see holding onto Zechs’s hand for dear life is our daughter, Mariemaia.”
My eyes instantly went down to a girl who couldn’t have been more than four or five with red hair and sky-blue eyes. I smiled at her and her entire face lit up brighter than the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza. “Hello, young miss, my name is Quatre Winner,” I said as I knelt in front of her. “What is yours?”
“My name is Mariemaia Po-Marquise,” she answered clearly and evenly. Evidently, someone had taken the time to teach this girl proper English, as my Grandmother Winner would have said. And trust me, Grandmother would have been an excellent judge of what was proper English or not. “This is my mother,” she said, pointing to Doctor Po. “Isn’t she pretty?”
“Yes, she is very pretty,” I agreed, feeling all of the adults staring at the two of us raptly and hoping that I wasn’t blushing as badly as it felt like.
“And this is my poppa,” she said, shaking the large hand that still grasped hers. “He’s going to be taking me to see Trowa, who got hurt.”
“Well, I hope that he’s okay,” I said, looking up at her father, who was just watching us both with an indulgent smile. “It was very nice to meet you, Miss Po-Marquise.”
The redheaded girl giggled at my formal address and used her free hand to pat my cheek. “You’re funny, Mr. Q. I hope I get to see you again.”
I gave her a smile. Her brain was the sweet, free palate of the very young and was like a breath of fresh air. “I hope that we meet again as well.” I shook her hand to complete the formality of our meeting and she gave me a kiss on the cheek before she let her father drag her away.
Once the father and daughter were gone, Doctor Po gave me a very thorough look-over. “Sharlene, I’m going to be speaking to Mr. Winner and Heero in my office. Unless it’s a life-threatening situation—and I mean yours, not theirs—I’m not to be disturbed. Rachael should be in shortly and they can deal with her.”
The receptionist gave the doctor a shark-like grin. “Gotcha, Sally. I’ll hold down the fort till then.”
“Thank you,” Sally said before turning to where I was still kneeling. “Gentlemen, this way please.”
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The doctor’s office was messier than I remember ever seeing one in my entire life. Papers, file folders, and research journals were spread everywhere and the walls of the room held pictures drawn by children and her many medical accolades equally. I could see a coat rack in the corner of the room that was buried under many sweaters and jackets. I could see a computer monitor sticking out from behind a stack of patient files and books, and it looked fairly modern from what I could tell. A small spot on the end of the desk held two coffee cups and a plastic cup, all empty.
All in all, it appeared that someone had let little Mariemaia in here to play and didn’t make her clean it up before she left. I could see any of my sisters freaking out before going into a cleaning rage.
“You’ll have to forgive the mess,” she said, clearing a stack of books from one of the comfortable looking armchairs across from her desk. “Zechs makes such a mess no matter where he goes. When I heard that Rachael—she’s my physician’s assistant—had to bandage up Trowa last night, I knew it was going to be a long morning.”
“I’m sorry to drop by so unannounced, Sally,” Heero said. “I guess you heard from Zechs what happened at the club?”
“That Blondie here got Catalonia’s attention and hangs out with witches,” Sally said, clearing the other chair so that I could sit and then moving to her own chair. “At least that’s all that Zechs felt was pertinent to tell me.” She snorted disdainfully.
“Well, Trowa didn’t see it all, and you know vamps don’t tell us anything. I just happened to be in the room when it all went down, or else I’d be just as in the dark.”
“Do I get a say in any of this?” I snapped. I hate it when people talk about me like I’m not there. Not even the fact that I wasn’t trying to bat away whatever they were thinking could stop me from being irritated. “My friend’s birthday was last night. We went to the club. I met that Dorothy chick. She blew me off, which I would have been fine with since I’m not interested in her that way, but then she started to crawl all over me. Her cousin came over to see what was wrong. Everyone keeps saying that I’m not human and that’s pretty fucking annoying. I’m just a telepath who has friends that are witches and had the misfortune of running into an obsessive, creepy vampire bitch and who is now going to have his family held hostage by the head vamp of NYC if he doesn’t do what they want. I’m tired and angry and I just want to go home.”
Sally blinked at me for a few minutes before a smile broke out over her face. “Oh, I like him, Heero. He’s got spirit. It’ll serve you well, little telepath.” She gave a few amused chuckles before she leaned forward, and I got a better look at her almond-eyes and dyed hair than I had before. “Alright—Quatre was it?—what can the Greyfur pack do for you?”
“I don’t know that there is anything you can do for me,” I said with an exhausted sigh. “My family’s too high profile to move out of Boston, and I’m not sure how far Dermail’s reach extends.”
“We could contact the local pack and get them to offer their services as bodyguards, if you think they’d accept it,” Sally said as she sat back in her chair. “I think the leader of the Sharpfang pack is Michael Derritson.”
“Really?” I asked. “He owns like four Harley dealerships in the eastern Massachusetts area.”
“Yes, I’m sure that Heero told you that shifters—and Werewolves specifically—tend to gravitate towards the more blue-collar side of jobs. Does it really shock you to find out that someone who is relatively known in the Greater Boston area is a werewolf?”
“No, I guess not. My sister’s sister-in-law was one before her husband divorced her,” I said.
“That’s unfortunate, but it’s happened a lot since the Great Revelation of the Shifters. Do you think your family would accept the extra security?”
“No, not really,” I said truthfully, feeling even more tired than before. “My sister Iria and her husband might, but my grandparents have their own security and so does my father. My other sisters would just laugh at the thought that they were being threatened by vampires.”
“Do any of them know that you’re not…” she paused, searching for the right word, “…normal?”
“They all know what I can do, but Iria’s the only one who’s ever acknowledged and tried to help me.”
“I’ll call Michael and see if he can talk to your sister then. I don’t know what we can do about the others if they won’t accept any help. My main concern right now is for you. Did you meet with Dermail?”
“Yes, and he knew my mother, Marianne Winner, before she died and Treize was rather polite, if not a little cool, towards me, but I could almost taste the greed coming off of Dermail as we talked. He assigned Heero here to watch me and I’ve been ordered to come back to the club next week.”
“Well, I could assign some of the pack members to go with you, if Zechs approves it, but there’s not much we can do outright. We have to live and work with him, and to be honest, you haven’t really proven yourself to get any of the pack members to go out of their way to help you.”
“Sally, isn’t there something you can do to help that along?” Heero asked, his voice sounding strained.
The Asian woman looked over at the were-panther and studied him for a few minutes. “There might be, but I need to know just what Quatre here can do.”
TBC
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