[Sequel to: "Deadly Secrets" Book 2 of the "Secrets" Arc]
Written: September, 2000
Pairings: (1+2) (3+4) (5+S)
Category: Angst, AU, shonen ai
Archive: GW Addiction
Warnings: Angst, AU, graphic depiction of surgical procedures, shonen ai, sap, OOC
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own any of the Gundam Wing Universe (but I wish I did) or any other anime characters I use here, just the
parts of this story and some characters that are new are truly mine [especially the little girl, she's *my* daughter after all!]. Obviously, I
also don't own Blue Oyster Cult or the rights to their lyrics. Please don't sue me, it would be like trying to get blood from a rutabaga (bet
you thought I'd say 'turnip', right?).
NOTE: Timeframe---after the war has ended and the Gundams were destroyed.
No Time For Secrets
"NOOOO!!!!" Trowa Barton screamed as his lover suddenly slid off his chair to fall on the floor, body unbelievably still. He quickly
dropped to his knees, cradling the limp body of Quatre Raberba Winner checking for pulse rate and respiration. To his shock, the
young Arab was barely breathing and his pulse was racing.
Sally Po, MD, was beside him almost instantaneously, shortly followed by several medical personnel who had been walking by the
waiting lounge where she and the three young men awaited word on Duo's surgery. "What happened?" she asked, quickly checking vital
signs and then checking the boy's eyes. Chang Wufei had already sunk to one knee beside his Preventer partner in case she needed him;
he was no medical expert, but when Sally looked as worried as she did now, a seemingly unexplainable urge always brought him close
"I don't know," Trowa stated, worry clear in his usually neutral emerald gaze.
"Ohhhh," Quatre moaned, starting to pull himself back to reality. He clutched his chest and doubled over in pain. "Oh, Allah! It hurts, it
hurts so much!"
"What?" demanded Sally, all business. "What hurts, Quatre?"
"My heart, I think. No, wait," he was getting a better sense of what he was feeling as Dr. Po continued to examine him. "I think it's my
uchuu no kokoro again. There's something wrong with Duo."
"Your 'what'?" Sally hadn't heard much about the boy's strange psychic ability.
"It's hard to explain, Sally," Quatre slumped against Trowa's lean body for support as they tried to return to the chairs at the table.
"Someone called it my 'Space Heart' once and the name seemed to stick. I guess it's a strange connection of some sort that ties me to
my closest friends. When they are in severe pain, I am connected to them somehow until it is resolved."
Trowa shook his head ruefully, "Quatre's extra sense allowed several otherwise impossible rescues during the war, but it causes him to
share the pain any of us feel as if it were his own. I wish it weren't so intense, I'm afraid some day it will kill him."
Quatre tried to protest, but Sally interrupted him. "But, Duo's in surgery, the anesthesia should be protecting him from experiencing any
pain. What do you think you are sensing if not pain?"
"I think I'm sensing his approaching death."