Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not mine, nor do I claim to own them. It all belongs to Sunrise, Bandai and Sotsu. The only thing within that is mine is the plotline.
Warnings: Yaoi, AU?, OOC?, Langauge, Citrus, Angst
Pairings: 1+2+3, 4+?, 5+S
Notes: Minna-san, this fic is the sequel to 'Winning Hand'. Although that fic was sweet and happy, this fic will be a little rough. Angst warnings in future chapters.
Two chairs held the two slumbering boys, on either
side of the bed. The room was dark, except for the
pale moonlight filtering through the hospital blinds.
The figure lying in the middle of the bed was still
unmoving, the only indication that Duo was still alive
were the beeps from the heart monitor.
Heero was slumped in his chair, his clothes ragged.
His hand had held one of the pale boy's, afraid that
if he let go of it, he would lose the braided boy. He
shifted to the emerald-eyed boy, fast asleep in the
other chair. Heero could see the tear tracks left on
his beautiful face. Suddenly, the door opened and a
blonde head of hair peeked in.
"Heero..?" Quatre whispered.
Dark-blue eyes turned to face the visitor, twin
oceans of sorrow. Heero tried to put up the Perfect
Solider mask, but it crumbled under the weight of his
heavy heart. Fresh tears poured down his face, only
this time his shoulders began to shake and soft sobs
escaped his lips. Too much had been piled onto the
Japanese youth's shoulders, and he couldn't bear it.
He felt himself being held and rocked by Quatre's
"It's okay...let it out Heero," the blonde said,
cradling his friend in his arms. He tried with
everything that he was to pour positive emotions into
his friend's heart.
The machines remained the same, the steady beep
filling the room to be joined by muffled sobs. Heero
had almost lost Duo forever, but either by some
miracle or by divine intervention, Duo had lived. His
mind and heart filled with swirling emotions, Heero's
control had finally broken down completely, leaving a
scared teenaged boy.
"It's my fault..." he whispered brokenly, "while I was
out having fun...Duo was..."
"It's not your fault, Heero"
The Japanese teenager lifted his grief-stricken
face to meet Sally's. "None of it can possibly be
"I wasn't there with him. I swore I'd protect him,
but when he needed me...I was..," his body began to
shake. *He* was to blame. It was his entire fault
that his Duo laid on the bed, near death.
"My fault...all my fault..."
A resonant smack filled the room, flesh upon flesh.
Heero's head jerked to the side from the force of the
slap. His hand flew up to his reddening cheek, and
speared a glare at Sally.
"Snap out of it. It's not your fucking fault. You
weren't there . . . well, neither were we!" Sally was
nearly shouting. "How do you think we feel, Heero?
Do you think we're not breaking inside too?" Sally
took a deep calming breathe,"Thinking like this will
not help him at all."
"Heero, you need to get some sleep."
"No. Quatre can watch over Duo and Trowa is here, as
well. Now you go get some sleep, before I have to
"I'll go with him." Trowa spoke, finally. "Quatre,
stay and watch over Duo, would you, please?" After he
saw the blonde agree, the taller boy ushered Heero out
of the room and down the hall. They entered another
room, which contained a small bed.
"Try and sleep, koi. I'll stay with you." He
pushed back the dark bangs that fell into
Heero's face. His heart ached with both relief and
fear. Duo was alive, but would he wake? He couldn't
do anything for his braided love, but he could surely
help this one. Trowa knew he needed to be strong for
all three of them; the emotions were too foreign and
intense for Heero to deal with alone.
A low whimper from the bed broke Quatre and Sally
from their discussion. In an instant they were by
Duo's side. The two watched, with hopeful eyes, as
the braided boy's eyes began to flutter open.
"Duo..?" Quatre asked, tears running down his face
and a smile on his lips.
Slowly, his eyelids opened, revealing cloudy violet
eyes. Duo looked at the form hovering over him, he
couldn't quite make out who it was....
"Duo, do you know where you are?" Sally asked.
"Sally..?" he asked, his vision slowly clearing up.
He turned his head slightly, "Quatre?"
"How do you feel?"
"Like shit..." His eyes shut once more, breathing
slowly and calmly, struggling to think traight. "Where
are Heero and Trowa? They must be worried sick...."