[Sequel to: "No Time For Secrets" Book 3 of the "Secrets" Arc]
Author: Enigma
Written: September, 2000
Rating: R
Pairings: (1+2) (3+4) (5+S)
Category: Angst, AU, yaoi/shonen ai
Warnings: Angst, mental illness, yaoi/shonen ai, language, AU, sap, OOC
Disclaimers: I don't own the Gundam Wing Universe or any other anime characters I use here, just the parts of this story and some characters that are new are truly mine [especially Laurel, she's *still* my daughter after all!]. Please don't sue me, all I've got is a broken down car that hates me.
Note: Timeframe---after the war has ended and the Gundams were destroyed.

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Racing With Secrets
Part 9

What Quatre did not know, however, was that a small SWAT team was assembled inside the hospital waiting for the now infamous felon, Heero Yuy, to return. Their leader was a rising star in the local police force, named Junpei "Jack" Ryuzouji. Eager to earn yet another promotion, he had requested this assignment when other more experienced SWAT leaders refused it. They knew better than to tangle with an ex-Gundam pilot who may or may not be insane. Jack didn't care though, in his arrogance he assumed all criminals were basically the same and planned on being home in time for the evening edition of the sports.

Due to misjudging his opponent, he had instead condemned himself to going many nights without sitting at home watching sports.

Following the sounds, Trowa and Quatre ran to the front door of the hospital in time to see the anticipated fire engine from the airfield drive up. Shoving the breaks on, Heero jumped out of the cab rushing to help Gene get the heart to the surgical ward immediately. The two rushed for the door looking quite oddly mismatched. Gene was a full head taller, more broad across the shoulders and had flaming red hair compared to the slender powerful build of the darker Japanese man.

Quatre was out the door at a dead run, when he saw Heero start to stumble.

"Heero!" Quatre shouted just as he caught his friend who was falling forward.

Barely raising his head, Heero waved Starwind to hurry up. "Get in there, Gene. Do what you came here for!" Heero tried to shout, but it was barely audible. It hadn't mattered, though, Starwind had already vanished through the doors flashing his ID badge and gaining speed once Trowa caught up to him and lead him to the surgical floor.

Outside, on the sidewalk, Quatre knelt holding Heero, who was gasping for breath as his face turned ashen. "Get a stretcher out here!" Quatre commanded and two white coats ran back in. "Take it easy, Heero, I've got you." Quatre was uncertain what condition Heero would return in, but this certainly wasn't anything he expected.

"Quatre. . . how's Duo? Is he. . ." Heero could barely speak.

"Don't worry, Heero, he's still alive. It was close, but he held on. You did everything you could for him, but Heero, what has happened to you?!"

"Long. . .story. . .ask. . .Gene. . ." Heero, now chalk white and eyes glazed over, barely breathed one last message before falling unconscious. "Tell. . .Duo. . .ai. . .shiteru. . ."

At this point a stretcher appeared flanked by armed SWAT members. It was quite absurd seeing how the "dangerous criminal" they had come to apprehend lay unconscious at their feet. With a look of utter disdain, Quatre stood slowly, and placed Heero onto the stretcher, carefully removing the pistol from Heero's jeans and palming it into a pocket. Duo would have been amazed that the young Arab was such a good pickpocket. The stretcher was rushed straight back to the emergency room where so much of this had begun.

Quatre followed them down to the ER, where he spoke with the doctor on duty. They quickly drew up his files from the day before and he was sent directly to the ICU due to the fact that he had apparently fallen into a coma. He told the staff to contact Dr. Gene Starwind in surgery since he had been with Heero and would know more about recent events. It tore at Quatre to watch as a breathing tube was inserted down Heero's throat and artificial respiration began. Unable to watch any longer, Quatre slowly made his way back to the cardiac waiting lounge hoping to discuss this strange turn with Sally. The SWAT leader attempted to intercept him for questioning, but Quatre made it clear he would speak with the man later, he had two friends' lives hanging by threads and he did not need an interrogation right then. Surprisingly, Jack backed off; Quatre underestimated his own power of command at times.

Trudging slowly, Quatre contemplated that at least all was under control to one extent or another. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Stepping into the cardiac lounge, Quatre was shocked to see Wufei, alone struggling to stay awake.

"Wufei? Where's Sally? Isn't Trowa back yet?" Quatre quickly sat down next to his injured friend.

"Laurel, Quatre," he tried to speak but the drugs impeded him. Summoning what little self-derived power he had, Wufei delivered an urgent and heart-rending message. "Something's wrong with Laurel. They came for you, but only Sally and I were here so she went. Trowa called to see what was happening, and he left so quickly I didn't hear any details. I'm sorry, Quatre, it must be something serious. Go to her, she needs you."

"But, Wufei, I can't leave you here alone," Quatre protested.

"Yes, you can." Wufei stated flatly. "Now go!"

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