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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- 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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A deep gasp filled the otherwise silent room and the blond head lifted. “You're awfully tense tonight.”
He huffed and laughed mirthlessly. “You'd understand if you'd seen what I did today.”
“And what was that?” He kissed down Trowa's neck, pressing his body flush to his lover's.
“Quatre, they didn't release Wufei today.”
He paused in his ministrations and blond brows drew together. “Why not? I thought he was doing well.”
Trowa nodded. “We all did. Now he's in inexplicable agony and all the tests they've run say he shouldn't be.”
Quatre raised up to his elbows. “Sally doesn't know what's wrong?”
He shook his head. “Not a clue.”
Quatre gazed down at Trowa. “Why didn't you call me?”
Trowa sighed. “Because you would have gotten into a panic and raced there to sit and do nothing for hours on end. There was nothing any of us could do. So I didn't want you to waste your time for no reason.”
Quatre rolled off of Trowa and sat up, legs hanging over the edge of the bed and back to Trowa. “I'm getting really tired of this.”
“Of what?”
He glanced over his shoulder. “I'm not made of glass, Trowa. I was a Gundam pilot, the same as the rest of you. Why do you treat me like I'm some weakling?”
Trowa sat up. “It's not that I think you're weak, Quatre. But you have limitations now that you didn't then.”
The blond pressed his lips to a fine line and slid his bare feet to the floor. He snagged his pajama bottoms from the floor where he'd thrown them earlier and stormed into the bathroom, leaving the door open.
“Limitations! If I hear that one more time I think I'll break something over your head, Trowa!”
He cringed. “I didn't mean-”
“No, you never do! You've made an art form of insulting me without doing it intentionally.” The toilet flushed and Quatre came into view as he washed his hands. “It's not like I'm dying. The organs I have left are functioning just fine, thank you very much. I have very small restrictions from the doctor. I can handle no skydiving. I don't remember at any time him telling me I couldn't sit in a hospital waiting room worrying over a friend!” He slammed the hand towel down and turned to glare at Trowa.
“I'm sorry, Quatre.
The blond gazed at him silently for a moment before sighing and returning to sit on the bed. “I know you're just worried and I know that's because you love me, but you've got to understand that I do know my... limitations, and every time you point them out is a serious blow to me. It's like you don't trust me to take care of myself. And that hurts, Trowa.”
Neither said anything for several minutes and Quatre stretched out to curl next to his lover's side, offering forgiveness and a little silent apology of his own for blowing up. Trowa's arms wrapped around him. “How was Wufei when you left?”
“Out of pain and asleep. Sally hopes it was a one-time thing.”
Quatre grunted softly, pillowing his head on Trowa's chest. “Do you think it was?”
He raised a shoulder. “I have no way of knowing. I'm not a doctor. But all the tests came back normal, so I don't really see it happening again.”
******
Two days later, Trowa's prediction seemed to be true. Wufei hadn't had any more attacks and he was busy being the fussy patient who didn't appear to need, or want, any more medical attention. He sat on the edge of his bed, arms folded over his chest, and glared up at Sally.
“Woman, you have no reason to keep me here. I'm recovered and ready to go back to work.”
She pursed her lips. “Physically, yes, you seem recovered.”
Onyx eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“There's something we haven't dealt with.”
He growled low in his throat, not liking where this appeared to be heading. “And what is that?”
“Wufei, how long have you been drinking?”
He looked away. “I'm sober now.”
“Because you've been in the hospital.”
He ground his teeth. “My personal life is none of your business.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Une is thinking about changing your status from field operative to desk worker. She's concerned that you may be unfit to handle the stress.”
“She's delusional.”
“Wufei, several days ago you were sent home because of it. Don't tell me your hands were shaking because of too much caffeine. It was due to needing a good alcohol fix, which you remedied as soon as you got home.”
He looked to the side, trying to think of a way out of explaining his sudden drift into binge drinking for a month. He sighed. “Sally, I promise you I'll deal with it, but I'll deal with it in my own way. I promise no more drinking, I'm already mad enough with myself about it. Right now, all I want to do is find out if the man they think is behind the attack actually is.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why would he be? What's his cause for wanting you dead?”
He swallowed, looking back to her slowly. “If I tell you, it stays between us and you let me get to work.”
She mulled it over and agreed. An hour later, as Wufei was leaving the infirmary in the uniform Heero had brought him, she was wondering if she hadn't made a terrible mistake. After the story she got out of the Chinese Preventer, she wanted nothing more than to throw him into counseling. The story was bad, but what really bothered her was the clipped, clinical tone he'd told it in.
******
Duo pushed back from his computer, rubbing at his blood shot eyes and stumbling for the break room and blessed coffee. Three days of nonstop search had pulled up nothing. Knight was a genius when it came to hiding. He didn't own any property that Duo could find, whether land or ship. All his money was cash. He had no accounts under Marcus Knight or Gregory Matthews. He didn't even seem to have any acquaintances. Which proved to Duo that he had never found the man. Knight had found him all those years earlier.
“No luck?”
He cut his eyes to Adams and huffed. “No.”
The older Preventer had become something of an older brother slash father figure for the five pilots. He knew full well they didn't need fathering, or someone to take care of them. But he'd helped Duo and Quatre in their mission to help the other three Gundam pilots learn how to act their age and not like battle hardened warriors. They all had come to respect him. He squeezed Duo's shoulder.
“You'll find him, son.”
He leaned against the counter after loading his coffee full of cream and sugar. “I'm beginning to wonder.”
“How's Wufei?”
“He was released this morning and came up here to work for a grand total of thirty minutes before Une ordered him to go home. Well, ordered him to go to someone's home since his is still a crime scene. Quatre came and picked him up.”
“Did you ever get out of him why Knight tried to kill him?”
“Sally got it out of him, but Une says its need to know and apparently I don't need to.” That had bothered him a bit. He knew the case, he was investigating it, but she refused to give him details. Sally had, too, and her reason was the only thing that kept Duo from spitting nails. She'd said it wasn't actually pertinent to finding Knight and it would only serve to hurt Wufei for it to be spread around.
Trowa leaned into the break room. “Duo, day's about over and Une wants an update.”
He snorted. “You got one for her?” He shook his head. “Great. Just let her know there's nothing to update. As far as technicalities are concerned the man doesn't-” He cut off and set his coffee cup down before staring at his fingers and rubbing his thumbs over them.
“Duo?”
He clenched his hands into fists and threw a small smile to Trowa. “Tell her we don't have anything.”
“What's wrong with your hands?”
He shook his head. “Nothing. I'm being paranoid.” He picked his coffee up and headed back to his computer. His cell rang and he pulled it out, eyes widening as he saw the number. “Trowa, we got something.” He flipped it open and pulled it to his ear. “Knight, how's it goin' man?”
“Good, good. You?”
“Oh, I can't really complain.”
“Good to hear. It's getting that time again. How have you been feeling?”
He sat at his desk. “No change.”
Knight laughed. “That's what I like to hear. Can you meet me on Saturday?”
Duo looked up to Trowa. “Where and what time?”
“Nine. I'll send you the location. See you then.”
He hung up and a slow grin spread across his face. “I guess we wasted all that time for nothing.” He jumped to his feet. “Now we've got something to report.” He stumbled a bit and Trowa steadied him.
“Are you sure you're all right?”
Duo stared at the floor and swallowed. There were more important things to focus on. “Yeah.” He pulled from Trowa's grasp and the taller man followed him up to Une's office. He banged on the door once before letting himself in with a grin. “Well, dear lady, you asked for results, and I have some. I have a meeting with him this weekend.”
She sat back in her chair. “He contacted you.” Duo nodded. “All right. Barton, you and Yuy will go with him.”
Duo shook his head. “If he sees anyone but me he'll run before we get within a mile radius.”
“You're not going in there alone.”
He placed his hands on her desk. “I'll wear a bug so y'all can listen in. If Tro and Heero wanna sit in a car a mile or so away, I'll even allow that. But they are not to go into the building with me. Got it? I know this man. True, I didn't know he was a killer, but I know how good he is at running from the law. I will not screw this up.”
She tapped her pen on her desk. “All right. Both of you go home. We'll work out the details of the mission tomorrow.”
Her phone chirped and she clicked it on. They all started as they heard screaming in the background. “Une, we've got a situation,” Sally's harried voice came over the line.
“Is that Chang?” Une asked, eyes wide. Trowa and Duo were already running to the infirmary, Preventers dashing out of their way. Duo burst through the door first to see Heero holding on to the Chinese man in the middle of the bed. He had his back to Heero's chest and his knees drawn up. Both his hands were pressed to his stomach and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he gasped for breath, trying to hold back any more screams.
Quatre stood several feet from the bed, hands pressed to his chest. He looked to Trowa and immediately sought his embrace.
“What happened?”
He shook his head. “I don't know. We were eating dinner and he hunched over, said 'not again' and...” He raised his hand. “That was almost a full half hour ago.”
“I don't know what's causing it,” Sally said as she returned to the room. Heero looked to her expectantly and she shook her head. “The scans still say there's nothing wrong. According to modern technology, he's perfectly well.”
Wufei slit his eyes open. “Tell... my... sto...stomach that.”
She sat on the end of the bed. “Move your hands,” she said softly.
He slowly eased his shaking legs down and gripped Heero's forearms that were around his chest. She lifted his shirt and examined the area again. She gently touched the scar from the knife wound and Wufei screamed before sagging further into Heero's chest, out cold.
“I don't understand,” she whispered. “Everything went right in surgery. I can't find anything that should be causing him so much pain.”
Duo clenched his teeth. “I have a meeting with Knight in two days. If he did something to cause this, he'll damn well tell us how to stop it.”
Heero's head shot up. “You heard from him?”
Duo nodded, suddenly feeling very tired. He stayed on his feet by sheer will alone. “Une wanted you and Trowa to back me up, but I think you should stay here with Fei.”
Heero nodded. “Thanks.”
“I'm headin' home. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Call me if there's any change.” Although no emotion showed on his face, Duo felt like his heart was about to pound out of his chest and all he wanted was to get home. He shut down his computer, snatched his jacket from the chair, and left the building. He pulled out his cell and dialed as quickly as his trembling fingers allowed.
“Hey.”
Relief washed through him at the voice. “When are you coming home?”
“What's wrong?”
“I just... really want to see you.”
Blake was quiet for a moment as he judged the tone. “I'll try to get there as soon as possible.”
Duo hated himself for being so weak, but he couldn't help himself. The tingling in his fingertips was too frighteningly familiar. He clenched his teeth. It could be any number of things, he told himself firmly. “See you soon.”
“Yeah.”
The line went dead and Duo started his car, praying that somehow the nightmare would end soon, and not with the deaths of two Preventers.
TBC...
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