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Part 6
*Title*: All I Want For Christmas Is You
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.
A/N: Man I'm lazy. I've done pretty much nothing but laze around these last few days, and it doesn't even occur to me to update! -_-UUU That's just pathetic. Anytways, review responses are at the end of the chapter. Thank you all for your support!
~*~Part 6~*~
“C’mon ‘Fei, you gotta eat something buddy.”
'Why bother?' Wufei reclined against the mound of pillows that propped him up in bed, staring blankly at the wall.
Who cared if he ate or not? He was done, finished. He had no desire to eat, drink and be merry like he was ‘supposed to’. He was tired, and drained, and just done. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, and stay there. Normally he would have wished to wake up and find this all to be a nightmare, but he was too far gone even for that. No, no more pretending everything was fine. He was hurting, and he damn well refused to stuff it in anymore.
Duo tried offering him the spoon of warm broth again, but Wufei simply turned his face away completely, while the rest of him remained unmoving.
The former Deathsythe pilot sighed in frustration. He looked helplessly behind him at his lover. “What do we do?”
“Short of sticking him on a feeding tube, which we have no way of doing here, I don’t know,” Heero confessed.
Duo looked sadly back at the ex-05 pilot. “I’m so sorry, ‘Fei. Whatever it is that’s going on, I wish you’d tell us. We’d do anything we could to help.”
“Short of putting your curse to use, Maxwell, I doubt that you could,” Wufei whispered, the first he’s spoken since they’d found him.
Duo frowned. “Oh hell no, ‘Fei-man. You ain’t getting off that easy.”
But Wufei was done talking. Onyx eyes closed, and he promptly ignored them, as the choppy whir of a helicopter came into hearing.
“Quatre!” Trowa, who’d been watching the entire exchange from near the door, scrambled out of the room and down the stairs, beyond eager to hold his fiancé in his arms again. It would more than salvage this disastrous Christmas Eve for him.
He flung open the door, only to stop dead, eyes going wide at the sight of the man walking up the steps next to Quatre.
“You…”
“Yes, yes. It’s me,” Treize said, waving off the other’s shock. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to go see.”
Trowa snapped out of his shock and moved to bar the door. “No, I won’t let you near him.”
“Trowa, it’s okay,” Quatre rushed to reassure his fiancé, and get him out of the way before Treize tore him to pieces. After spending the entirety of a helicopter ride with the man and seeing firsthand how desperate he was getting to be with Wufei, all Quatre wanted to do was just herd everyone out of his attack range, and leave him and his lover be.
“How is this okay, Quatre?” Trowa asked, as they followed Treize two steps at a time to the third floor, and Wufei’s room, both of the newly arrived shedding their winter gear as they went.
“Because we got it all wrong, Tro. Treize and Wufei were only rivals to cover up the fact that they’re really lovers,” Quatre explained, giving him the abridged version of the story for the moment.
Trowa almost tripped on the steps. “They’re what!”
“Believe me, it’s true. I’ll explain it in more detail later. First we have to keep Heero and Duo from being killed for getting in Treize’s way,” Quatre hurried to keep up with the taller European man.
They reached the third floor landing, and Treize made a beeline for the only door visible, since the third floor only had one room. Quatre broke into a run and jumped in front of him.
“Wait! Let me go first and get Duo and Heero to clear out. They won’t argue so much about it if I tell them to leave. If you barge through there they’re most likely going to think you mean harm to Wufei and shoot you.”
Treize looked vexed, but saw the logic in the statement and nodded. Quatre felt relieved, and wasted no time in marching to the door and opening it.
“Hey guys,” he said to the three occupants.
“Hello Quatre,” Heero said.
“Hey, Quat!” Duo grinned. “Glad to see you made it. What’s with the stampede of elephants coming up the stairs? Don’t tell me you brought some of Trowa’s friends back with you.”
“No, but I brought someone Wufei would very much like to see, I think. I’m just going to need you two to clear on out of here and let them have their reunion while I explain everything downstairs,” Quatre replied.
“Who did you bring?” Heero asked warily, not sure if he was comfortable with the request.
“His lover,” Quatre said, as he stepped aside to let Treize into the room.
Wufei couldn’t have cared less when the faint remnants of a commotion had reached his ears, and multiple pairs of feet could be heard running up the stairs. However it was the words coming from Quatre’s mouth that sparked his interest, particularly when Quatre said the words ‘his lover’.
What lover?
Slowly he opened his eyes and turned his head to the door.
Only to be met by a ghost.
A very solid-looking ghost who in three strides was there kneeling next to his bedside.
“Oh, Wufei,” Treize tried not to cry, but was quickly loosing the battle at the sight of his sick lover. Right now all the love and longing that had been bottled up for so long was surfacing fast, and he was virtually helpless against the tide.
Wufei was shocked and speechless. Tentatively he reached out a hand, and touched Treize’s face with his fingertips. He was solid. He was warm. He was…
“You’re alive?”
“Yes, my Dragon. I am. And I’ve come back for you, just like I promised. That is, if you still want me back,” Treize would die if Wufei said no, but he would sacrifice himself a million times if it meant Wufei would be happy. Never before in his life had he ever said anything so ridiculously sappy either, but for the present time, he couldn't care less.
“You’re here,” Wufei just couldn’t believe it. All these years of wanting this moment so badly, and now he just didn’t know what to do with it. Then, reflex and personality kicked in.
His right hand, the less frostbitten and subsequently less painful hand at the moment, curled into a fist, and quicker than anyone could react, launched itself at Treize’s face.
The former Oz leader’s head snapped to one side as he reeled back. Who else but Chang Wufei could put so much power into a strike while barely sitting up in bed?
As he regained his balance, he suddenly found it threatening to leave him altogether, as Wufei seemingly forgot all about the pain and stiffness of his body, and launched himself at Treize, latching onto him in a death grip, murmuring into his ear.
“You bastard. Four years. Four fucking years and I had to suffer thinking you were dead. You’d better have a good excuse for this Kushrenada, or I swear we’ll be finding out if it’s possible for me to never let you go and still kick your ass at the same time.”
Treize laughed, wrapping one arm around the Chinese man and cupping the back of his head with the other, running his fingers through the midnight colored strands.
“So long as I never have to let go either Wufei. Oh, god I’ve missed you. I love you, Dragon. I love you. I don’t ever want to be away from you again.” Never before in his life had he ever acted so ridiculously sappy, but for the present time, he couldn't care less.
“You’d better not ever leave me, or I really will kill you. I love you too, Treize. More than anything,” Wufei then broke down into tears once again, though this time they were tears he’d never thought he’d cry again. Tears of happiness. And Treize was only a few seconds behind before he joined Wufei.
From the door, three astonished ex-Gundam pilots, and one very happy one, watched the tearful reunion. Finally it was Quatre who broke them out of their frozen state.
“Let’s go downstairs and let them have some time to themselves. I’ll explain everything over hot chocolate.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Quatre was serving the hot drinks to the other three pilots as they once again settled down on the couches in front of the fire.
“Okay, Quat. I think it’s time for that explanation now. I know I for one want to know how the fuck that scene upstairs came about,” Duo said.
Quatre sighed and proceeded to retell the entire story to them. By the time he was finished, Duo looked dumbfounded, Heero looked as though he couldn’t figure out how they missed this, and Trowa simply sat there blinking, as though he was trying and failing to wrap his mind around the idea of Treize and Wufei as a couple.
“I can’t believe we never picked up on this during the war,” Heero finally voiced the thought most prominent in his mind at the moment.
“They pulled it off perfectly. They saw each other when it was convenient, and then fought like they were true enemies whenever they met in battle,” Quatre said. “According to Treize, he and Wufei were never lovers like me and Trowa, or you and Duo are. They’ve never even kissed. They kept physical contact to a minimum to allow themselves an alibi should they be caught, and supposedly an emotional detatchment from never actually having been lovers so they'd have an easier time getting over it should one get killed, or in case they had to hurt one another in battle or on a mission.”
“Damn,” Duo said. “And yet Treize’s ‘death’ still hurt him that badly?”
Trowa frowned. “For all their efforts, it seems they failed pretty spectacularly at trying to keep their distance from one another if they still managed to become that close.”
“You’re right. But I think it’s better for Wufei. At least now he won’t be lonely, and there’s nothing holding them back from having a real romance now…”
Quatre was cut off by Duo’s snort. “Nothing holding them back? You sound like you’re totally okay with the fact that Wufei could have gotten us all killed! He betrayed us, dammit! I don’t care if they slept together or not, he put our lives and our chances of winning all in jeopardy, and I can’t condone that.”
Quatre sighed. “I don’t condone what he did either, going behind our backs and putting us all in so much danger. But you can’t say that he wasn’t at least responsible enough to keep the missions and battles his first priority.”
“I still would have shot both of them if I’d have known,” Heero muttered.
“Which is precisely the reason he didn’t say anything about it to anyone,” Quatre shot back.
“What I think we have to be focused more on isn’t the past, but what’s going to happen now that they’re together,” Trowa spoke up.
“Shit. I don’t suppose there’s a way we can break the two of them up now, huh?” Duo asked. “Fei’d either kill us, or pack up and leave for good.
“I hate to say it, but you’re right,” Heero groused. “And since the war is over, we have no grounds for doing so either.”
Trowa sighed. “This is going to be one very interesting Christmas.”
~*~TBC...~*~
A/N: Well, here we are; only one chapter left to go for this story. Don't worry, for those of you hoping for a lemon. As I said in the begining, no lemons in thise one, but I will be writing a sequel, in which there will be plenty of lemony action to go around. ^_^
Review Responses: (for the previous two chapters)
lo: Thank you!
enig_ma: Since you reviewed both chapters, I'm just gonna respond to both at the same time. ^_^ Just makes a little more sense to me to do so. Sorry about the cliffy. I have a tendency to end chapters like that, even when I don't mean to. It's a curse, but then again, it can come in handy at times, lol. And as for Wufei, well yea, suffering's over for now... until the next fic. *grin*
Aiya: ^_^U Awww, I'm flattered. And I totally agree with you. Wufei's way too much fun to write angst for. And way to cute for his own good too. Part of the reason we love him, I guess.
Well, that's all until next time. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Like most authors the more reviews I get the more effort I make to work on and update a story. See you later for the finale everyone!
~Whip~
*Author*: WhipOfLightHeartOfSword
Rating: PG (Sorry guys, no lemon this time around. Just WAFF. The juicy, naughty stuff's being saved for the sequel. ^_~)
*Timeline*: The little blurb at the beginning takes place just before Trieze was killed by the mobile dolls. It's been some time since I've watched the series, even more so since I've seen Endless Waltz, since I don't own a copy of it. So, I kinda threw cannon to the wind and made the timeline suit my purposes. I forget everyone's age in cannon when all was said and done, so I'm simply going to guess and say the pilots were 19, which puts them all at 23 in this fic. Treize I've settled on as being 32 years old.
*Feedback*: Of course!! Constructive criticiscm only, though. NO FLAMES.
A/N: Man I'm lazy. I've done pretty much nothing but laze around these last few days, and it doesn't even occur to me to update! -_-UUU That's just pathetic. Anytways, review responses are at the end of the chapter. Thank you all for your support!
~*~Part 6~*~
“C’mon ‘Fei, you gotta eat something buddy.”
'Why bother?' Wufei reclined against the mound of pillows that propped him up in bed, staring blankly at the wall.
Who cared if he ate or not? He was done, finished. He had no desire to eat, drink and be merry like he was ‘supposed to’. He was tired, and drained, and just done. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, and stay there. Normally he would have wished to wake up and find this all to be a nightmare, but he was too far gone even for that. No, no more pretending everything was fine. He was hurting, and he damn well refused to stuff it in anymore.
Duo tried offering him the spoon of warm broth again, but Wufei simply turned his face away completely, while the rest of him remained unmoving.
The former Deathsythe pilot sighed in frustration. He looked helplessly behind him at his lover. “What do we do?”
“Short of sticking him on a feeding tube, which we have no way of doing here, I don’t know,” Heero confessed.
Duo looked sadly back at the ex-05 pilot. “I’m so sorry, ‘Fei. Whatever it is that’s going on, I wish you’d tell us. We’d do anything we could to help.”
“Short of putting your curse to use, Maxwell, I doubt that you could,” Wufei whispered, the first he’s spoken since they’d found him.
Duo frowned. “Oh hell no, ‘Fei-man. You ain’t getting off that easy.”
But Wufei was done talking. Onyx eyes closed, and he promptly ignored them, as the choppy whir of a helicopter came into hearing.
“Quatre!” Trowa, who’d been watching the entire exchange from near the door, scrambled out of the room and down the stairs, beyond eager to hold his fiancé in his arms again. It would more than salvage this disastrous Christmas Eve for him.
He flung open the door, only to stop dead, eyes going wide at the sight of the man walking up the steps next to Quatre.
“You…”
“Yes, yes. It’s me,” Treize said, waving off the other’s shock. “Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I need to go see.”
Trowa snapped out of his shock and moved to bar the door. “No, I won’t let you near him.”
“Trowa, it’s okay,” Quatre rushed to reassure his fiancé, and get him out of the way before Treize tore him to pieces. After spending the entirety of a helicopter ride with the man and seeing firsthand how desperate he was getting to be with Wufei, all Quatre wanted to do was just herd everyone out of his attack range, and leave him and his lover be.
“How is this okay, Quatre?” Trowa asked, as they followed Treize two steps at a time to the third floor, and Wufei’s room, both of the newly arrived shedding their winter gear as they went.
“Because we got it all wrong, Tro. Treize and Wufei were only rivals to cover up the fact that they’re really lovers,” Quatre explained, giving him the abridged version of the story for the moment.
Trowa almost tripped on the steps. “They’re what!”
“Believe me, it’s true. I’ll explain it in more detail later. First we have to keep Heero and Duo from being killed for getting in Treize’s way,” Quatre hurried to keep up with the taller European man.
They reached the third floor landing, and Treize made a beeline for the only door visible, since the third floor only had one room. Quatre broke into a run and jumped in front of him.
“Wait! Let me go first and get Duo and Heero to clear out. They won’t argue so much about it if I tell them to leave. If you barge through there they’re most likely going to think you mean harm to Wufei and shoot you.”
Treize looked vexed, but saw the logic in the statement and nodded. Quatre felt relieved, and wasted no time in marching to the door and opening it.
“Hey guys,” he said to the three occupants.
“Hello Quatre,” Heero said.
“Hey, Quat!” Duo grinned. “Glad to see you made it. What’s with the stampede of elephants coming up the stairs? Don’t tell me you brought some of Trowa’s friends back with you.”
“No, but I brought someone Wufei would very much like to see, I think. I’m just going to need you two to clear on out of here and let them have their reunion while I explain everything downstairs,” Quatre replied.
“Who did you bring?” Heero asked warily, not sure if he was comfortable with the request.
“His lover,” Quatre said, as he stepped aside to let Treize into the room.
Wufei couldn’t have cared less when the faint remnants of a commotion had reached his ears, and multiple pairs of feet could be heard running up the stairs. However it was the words coming from Quatre’s mouth that sparked his interest, particularly when Quatre said the words ‘his lover’.
What lover?
Slowly he opened his eyes and turned his head to the door.
Only to be met by a ghost.
A very solid-looking ghost who in three strides was there kneeling next to his bedside.
“Oh, Wufei,” Treize tried not to cry, but was quickly loosing the battle at the sight of his sick lover. Right now all the love and longing that had been bottled up for so long was surfacing fast, and he was virtually helpless against the tide.
Wufei was shocked and speechless. Tentatively he reached out a hand, and touched Treize’s face with his fingertips. He was solid. He was warm. He was…
“You’re alive?”
“Yes, my Dragon. I am. And I’ve come back for you, just like I promised. That is, if you still want me back,” Treize would die if Wufei said no, but he would sacrifice himself a million times if it meant Wufei would be happy. Never before in his life had he ever said anything so ridiculously sappy either, but for the present time, he couldn't care less.
“You’re here,” Wufei just couldn’t believe it. All these years of wanting this moment so badly, and now he just didn’t know what to do with it. Then, reflex and personality kicked in.
His right hand, the less frostbitten and subsequently less painful hand at the moment, curled into a fist, and quicker than anyone could react, launched itself at Treize’s face.
The former Oz leader’s head snapped to one side as he reeled back. Who else but Chang Wufei could put so much power into a strike while barely sitting up in bed?
As he regained his balance, he suddenly found it threatening to leave him altogether, as Wufei seemingly forgot all about the pain and stiffness of his body, and launched himself at Treize, latching onto him in a death grip, murmuring into his ear.
“You bastard. Four years. Four fucking years and I had to suffer thinking you were dead. You’d better have a good excuse for this Kushrenada, or I swear we’ll be finding out if it’s possible for me to never let you go and still kick your ass at the same time.”
Treize laughed, wrapping one arm around the Chinese man and cupping the back of his head with the other, running his fingers through the midnight colored strands.
“So long as I never have to let go either Wufei. Oh, god I’ve missed you. I love you, Dragon. I love you. I don’t ever want to be away from you again.” Never before in his life had he ever acted so ridiculously sappy, but for the present time, he couldn't care less.
“You’d better not ever leave me, or I really will kill you. I love you too, Treize. More than anything,” Wufei then broke down into tears once again, though this time they were tears he’d never thought he’d cry again. Tears of happiness. And Treize was only a few seconds behind before he joined Wufei.
From the door, three astonished ex-Gundam pilots, and one very happy one, watched the tearful reunion. Finally it was Quatre who broke them out of their frozen state.
“Let’s go downstairs and let them have some time to themselves. I’ll explain everything over hot chocolate.”
***
Twenty minutes later, Quatre was serving the hot drinks to the other three pilots as they once again settled down on the couches in front of the fire.
“Okay, Quat. I think it’s time for that explanation now. I know I for one want to know how the fuck that scene upstairs came about,” Duo said.
Quatre sighed and proceeded to retell the entire story to them. By the time he was finished, Duo looked dumbfounded, Heero looked as though he couldn’t figure out how they missed this, and Trowa simply sat there blinking, as though he was trying and failing to wrap his mind around the idea of Treize and Wufei as a couple.
“I can’t believe we never picked up on this during the war,” Heero finally voiced the thought most prominent in his mind at the moment.
“They pulled it off perfectly. They saw each other when it was convenient, and then fought like they were true enemies whenever they met in battle,” Quatre said. “According to Treize, he and Wufei were never lovers like me and Trowa, or you and Duo are. They’ve never even kissed. They kept physical contact to a minimum to allow themselves an alibi should they be caught, and supposedly an emotional detatchment from never actually having been lovers so they'd have an easier time getting over it should one get killed, or in case they had to hurt one another in battle or on a mission.”
“Damn,” Duo said. “And yet Treize’s ‘death’ still hurt him that badly?”
Trowa frowned. “For all their efforts, it seems they failed pretty spectacularly at trying to keep their distance from one another if they still managed to become that close.”
“You’re right. But I think it’s better for Wufei. At least now he won’t be lonely, and there’s nothing holding them back from having a real romance now…”
Quatre was cut off by Duo’s snort. “Nothing holding them back? You sound like you’re totally okay with the fact that Wufei could have gotten us all killed! He betrayed us, dammit! I don’t care if they slept together or not, he put our lives and our chances of winning all in jeopardy, and I can’t condone that.”
Quatre sighed. “I don’t condone what he did either, going behind our backs and putting us all in so much danger. But you can’t say that he wasn’t at least responsible enough to keep the missions and battles his first priority.”
“I still would have shot both of them if I’d have known,” Heero muttered.
“Which is precisely the reason he didn’t say anything about it to anyone,” Quatre shot back.
“What I think we have to be focused more on isn’t the past, but what’s going to happen now that they’re together,” Trowa spoke up.
“Shit. I don’t suppose there’s a way we can break the two of them up now, huh?” Duo asked. “Fei’d either kill us, or pack up and leave for good.
“I hate to say it, but you’re right,” Heero groused. “And since the war is over, we have no grounds for doing so either.”
Trowa sighed. “This is going to be one very interesting Christmas.”
~*~TBC...~*~
A/N: Well, here we are; only one chapter left to go for this story. Don't worry, for those of you hoping for a lemon. As I said in the begining, no lemons in thise one, but I will be writing a sequel, in which there will be plenty of lemony action to go around. ^_^
Review Responses: (for the previous two chapters)
lo: Thank you!
enig_ma: Since you reviewed both chapters, I'm just gonna respond to both at the same time. ^_^ Just makes a little more sense to me to do so. Sorry about the cliffy. I have a tendency to end chapters like that, even when I don't mean to. It's a curse, but then again, it can come in handy at times, lol. And as for Wufei, well yea, suffering's over for now... until the next fic. *grin*
Aiya: ^_^U Awww, I'm flattered. And I totally agree with you. Wufei's way too much fun to write angst for. And way to cute for his own good too. Part of the reason we love him, I guess.
Well, that's all until next time. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Like most authors the more reviews I get the more effort I make to work on and update a story. See you later for the finale everyone!
~Whip~