Fandom: Gundam Wing
Title: The Agent 10/10 +Epilogue
Pairings: 2x1, and other pairings inbetween
Warnings: AU, lemon, angst, post-apocalyptic, violence, allusion to incest and death of another somewhat major character
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rating: M (for language and graphic descriptions)
Disclaimers: Main characters are properties of Bandai and Studio Sunrise. I make no money off them.
Much thanks to Asy and Liz for their patience and awesome beta work. I really appreciate it. ^_^

 

Chapter 10:

 

“What the fuck is going on?!” Trowa yelled over the sound of yet another thunderous explosion. The ground trembled at their feet, and any attempt at getting some form of footing proved futile and ineffective. Debris fell around them like confetti, and they winced as chunks of stone and steel peppered their bodies mercilessly.

 

“Looks like we’re under attack,” Quatre stated the obvious as the trio ducked beneath a swinging beam. Through the chaos, they could make out several units being dispatched towards the area of their unseen attackers.

 

“Let’s follow them,” Heero ordered, his gaze dark and nearly frantic as they reached the end of the corridor. A troop of about thirty units rushed past, hardly looking in their direction as they were focused on the task ahead. Trowa took a step and froze as he found himself staring at the bemused visage of one of his subordinates.

 

“Lieutenant Barton…Winner?” the younger officer asked. “What…?”

 

“It’s okay, Anderson,” Trowa began slowly, noticing the dawning look of comprehension in the other’s eyes. His fingers tightened around the trigger of his weapon, knowing he’d have to eliminate the soldier if he realized what was taking place. “Just let us pass and…”

 

Another officer approached rapidly, only to come to a screeching halt at the sight of them. “Lieutenant Barton! We were looking for you, sir. Thank goodness! We’re surrounded, sir. The North Tower has been taken over and…” He looked at Heero, and then back to the officers, eyes widening. “That’s…that’s a prisoner, sir! You can’t…ooofff!”

 

Quatre gave the officer a swift, hard punch to the stomach that sent him to the ground in a boneless slump. Anderson watched with widening eyes, a trembling hand reaching into his pocket to whip out his gun. However, Heero – in a move too fast for the human eye to comprehend considering his injured status – knocked the weapon out of the soldier’s hand and slammed his forehead against the other’s. There was a sick cracking sound and the world seemed to go black for a second. Anderson fell to the ground, the whites of his eyes showing while a small trickle of blood fell from his hairline down to his face.

 

Heero staggered a little, Quatre and Trowa reaching out to steady him. Rivulets of blood trickled down his forehead, forming a grotesque and almost menacing artwork on his strained features. He smiled wanly at the exasperated looks he received.

 

“And you’re supposed to be a kind and gentle doctor,” Quatre teased, but the small smile on his face was wiped away quickly as another explosion sent a sizeable portion of the East wall caving in a most spectacular fashion.

 

“Jesus,” Trowa muttered as they began to run towards the exit. “Who the hell are these guys?!”

 

“Whoever they are,” Quatre replied as he noticed the cloud of billowing gray smoke advancing rapidly towards them. “They’ve definitely got us right where they want. Any ideas, Trowa?” He would have continued, but his words were cut off as the smoke overwhelmed them.

 

Heero slapped a hand over his mouth and nose, eyes watering at the intense air now filled with deadly carbon monoxide. He fell to his knees, hardly able to hear his companions anymore even though he was sure they were nearby. The world was now a dull shade of gray, sounds muffled and vision nearly impossible. He squinted in the gloom and realized that someone or something was approaching them. He had no weapon and now wished he had taken the soldier’s gun to protect himself. He considered calling out to Trowa or Quatre, but decided against it. If that was the enemy approaching, he didn’t want to give his or their location away. He blinked away the trickle of blood that fell into his eyes, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as the muffled footsteps came closer. His entire being was taut as a bow, ready to spring into action at the slightest chance of being attacked. He remained low on the ground, figuring that going for the feet would be the best thing for now. His own leg was beginning to throb from the pressure he was inflicting on it. His limp would be more pronounced and he would be lucky if he could walk when this ordeal was finally over.

 

Shit, shit, shit! Come out already you son-of-a-bitch!

 

“…too smoky…”

 

Heero stiffened. He had finally heard a voice…no make that two voices.

 

“…damn it…Velasquez….screen!”

 

“…ut…fuck up! I’m….my best!”

 

There was the sound of a whoosh – that of a light flare being turned on, and soon Heero found himself surrounded by brilliant light. There were people standing over him for sure and without rethinking his decision, he dove for the booted feet before him. The person’s low cry of surprise was like music to his ears. He had just lifted a fist to drive it into his prey’s stomach or chest, when something hard struck the back of his head. He grunted and fell forward, growling even though the pain was blinding. He tried to make a move for his second attacker, but a swift kick to his side had him releasing his first victim and clutching his side for protection.

 

“Don’t hurt him,” the feminine voice said as she struggled to her feet.

 

“Just let me kick his ass one more time,” the male voice said with a snarl. The light beamed over Heero’s prone form, and although he couldn’t see who they were, Heero was sure they were watching him carefully. He winced and tried to shield himself from the glare. His head was throbbing, his mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton balls and his leg was killing him.

 

Why don’t I just die already?

 

“It’s him all right,” the woman said flatly. “At least I think it’s him.”

 

“How can you be so sure?” the man asked. Heero could hear them both moving closer. He wondered where Trowa and Quatre were.

 

“It’s him alright. Duo said he has brown hair…and blue eyes…and looks Japanese.”

 

Duo! He opened his mouth to let out a sound, a desperate cry for them to take him to the man he had longed to see all this time. But to his chagrin, Heero could only feel his eyes well up with tears – tears of relief, or joy, or just plain happiness at knowing Duo was alive and well. Even if he died now, it would be okay. But to see Duo one more time would be more than enough for him.

 

“Is he dead?” the man asked.

 

“How should I know?” came the impatient reply. “Just take him out like you did the others. Goddamn you, Antonio. I don’t know why I pair up with you.”

 

“Don’t look at me. Sheldon thought it would be a good idea to--”

 

“We need to find Hilde!” the woman snapped, and Heero had the idea that she was either the older of the two or his superior in rank. “Now hurry the hell up! Duo’s waiting.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” Antonio grumbled as he placed a hand beneath Heero’s shoulder to hoist him up. Heero went willingly enough, listening to the small grunt the man gave as he adjusted his burden’s weight. “Don’t try anything funny, buddy,” came the low warning as they began to walk out of the building. “I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.”

 

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Zechs knew it would be pointless to seek communication with the ground levels now. He had tried to pull up his holographic screen and nothing had happened. Whoever was in charge of this raid had definitely done a good job in cutting off all lines to the outside world. However, his most important priority was to get Relena out of here. He crawled on his hands and knees toward his sister, cringing at the falling debris around them.

 

“Relena?” he called out, reaching to hold her cold hands between his. He squeezed them gently, a tremulous smile on his visage as she looked at him in recognition. “Can you walk? We’ve got to get out of here.”

 

“I…” She licked her lips, her glance going towards the prone and immobile figure of Treize beside her. “I killed him,” she finished, her body trembling violently. In a sudden move, she gripped Zechs’ hands, digging fingernails into the flesh as her eyes took on a fevered look. “I killed him! I killed him!”

 

“Yes, you did,” Zechs reassured her gently, doing his best to ignore the wounds she was inflicting on him. “It’s all over now, Relena. But we’ve got to get out of here, okay? There’s a secret route we can use and--”

 

The doors to the room were flung open with a bang and three men in militant uniform came storming in, guns pointed at the ready to fire at any time. Zechs growled and cradled Relena to his body, hiding her face against his chest as he braced himself for an attack. His eyes narrowed as he watched them, knowing he was at a disadvantage. The sword was still stuck in Treize’s back and there was no way he could reach for it now. His gun was back in the bedroom and he cursed his ill luck. Besides, his wounded shoulder and broken ribs would make movement nearly impossible. He was trapped and there was no way out.

 

“Where is he?” came the familiar voice that had Zechs’ eyes widening in surprise and dawning comprehension. He watched as Duo approached in measured strides. He was now dressed in the uniform of the Opposition, although it seemed to be streaked with what looked like maroon paint. However, Zechs knew it was blood. He prepared himself for the joining of his blood with the macabre design on Duo’s body in the near future. Duo’s face was streaked with it too, violet eyes dark with a hatred that sent chills down Zechs’ spine. He felt Relena tremble within his arms and he held her tighter still, watching Duo’s gaze travel the length of the room before settling on the dead body. For a moment, the leader’s eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting in shock.

 

“What the…?!”

 

He ran towards the body and fell to his haunches, turning it around to be sure of what he was seeing. A loud expletive escaped his lips as he stared into the almost peaceful visage of his enemy, and for a moment the world swam before his eyes. He had come here with the sole purpose of killing Treize, to torture the bastard until he screamed for mercy and yet it looked like someone had already done the deed. But who? And why?!

 

He glared at Zechs and the girl, took in the sight of blood on both of their bodies and put two and two together.

 

“You killed him,” Duo finally stated in a deceptively calm voice, reaching for the already blood soaked dagger attached to his waist as he rose to his feet. “I thought he was your boss, Merquise.”

 

“Sometimes alliances change,” Zechs replied, faintly surprised at how calm he sounded. He knew he was going to die, but he would have to plead for Relena’s life. He didn’t want her to see this. “Even you must know this, Duo Maxwell.”

 

Duo grinned and it was a frightful thing to see. “What alliances? I’d always been with the Opposition before you bastards decided to use me for one of your goddamn experiments!”

 

Zechs gave a small tired smile. “We are all sinners in our own way, Maxwell. You are no different either. Before you came here, you were a dictator in your own right--”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“…you led thousands…no millions to your selfish cause…”

 

“Shut the hell up!” Duo’s eyes flashed with danger, but Zechs was beyond caring. He met the crazed eyes before him, continuing quietly,

 

“How many deaths have you been responsible for, Duo? How many have died for you, for your cause, hmm? I must admit that seeing you in here was a shock to me…”

 

“You knew who I was?”

 

“I’d heard rumors. Of the man with the hood – a man like a god who roamed the earth and colonies without being seen. His eyes would flash like purple lightning, his voice boomed like thunder when he spoke. He could move nations and bring them to their feet, or send them to their knees. You became so powerful, you threatened the very foundation of Treize’s organization. It was either you or him. One of you had to go.”

 

Duo sneered. “Looks like you did the job for me anyway. And as much as I wish I could thank you for it, I’m afraid this little reunion is over.”

 

He made a move for Zechs, dagger held out to stab him in the throat. However, the next sequence of events left him gawking in surprise and shock. The girl, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spun around with arms spread out wide. Duo watched his dagger pierce through the white cloth and into the soft flesh above her left breast, watched in horror at the crimson pool that began to form around the steel blade like a blossoming rose. He stared into the pale blue eyes that shimmered with tears, recognition hitting him like a ton of bricks at the wan, but beautiful visage before him.

 

“My…My Queen,” he gasped, trying to pull away the blade, but Relena’s hands wrapped around his gently, silent tears falling down her cheeks to wet their trembling hands. Neither seemed to hear Zechs strangled cry, his eyes taking on a crazed look or the way he sank his hands into his hair as if hoping he could rip out each strand.

 

“Your…anger…” Relena whispered. “Should not be wasted…here…”

 

Duo felt something hard in his throat and he struggled to remove the damning weapon. His impatience…oh, damn his impatience! However, Relena wouldn’t let him go. The wound was becoming deeper, and her eyes were beginning to lose some of their luster.

 

“Go…build a better world for everyone…” she continued quietly, a small smile coming to her features as she coughed and let out a small spray of blood. “With…my brother…”

 

“No! No….!” It was a painful moan from Zechs as he finally reached out to pull the blade from his sister’s chest. He shoved Duo aside with a strength he didn’t think he still possessed and held Relena’s body against his tightly. His muffled cries against her neck filled the tense silence in the room. Even the other soldiers couldn’t bear to watch the intimate moment between the siblings. Duo lowered his gaze, trembling hands forming fists on the floor. What had he done? What in God’s name had he done? Just what had possessed him to act so rashly?

 

“She killed him,” Zechs finally muttered thickly. “She was the one who killed him when I should have died.”

 

He turned a little to pin a cold and hateful stare at Duo’s stricken visage. “There will be no Queen, and I have no plans to take over the throne. Neither will I help you in your need to become the leader of Earth’s Alliance. You will bear the burden on your own, Maxwell, without Yuy at your side.”

 

Duo’s small cry of dismay was met with a cruel smirk. “Yes, without Yuy. You came a little too late. Treize took care of him just before he returned to us. Forgive me if I cannot share my condolences with you.”

 

He rose to his feet, staggering a little as he held on to Relena’s limp body. The soldiers made a move for him, but stopped at the look Zechs threw at them. Duo couldn’t even move from his position on the floor, and he didn’t make any attempt to stop the siblings from leaving the room through a passageway that was unknown to anyone. The world was beginning to lose all meaning to him now. His reason for surviving – to kill Treize – was gone. His plans to rescue Heero had proven futile. The man he had hoped to save had died in the hands of a tyrant and there was nothing he could do. And as if the fates still wished to punish him, he had killed the Queen in his fit of rage.

 

“Aaargh!” The strangled cry that seemed ripped from his throat was primal and sent shivers of fear down his subordinates’ spines. Something hot and wet fell to his trembling hands and as Duo Maxwell curled into a fetal heap on the floor, he wept openly for his countless sins.

 

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Dawn came like a lover’s kiss over the horizon as Paul Sheldon walked over the row of dead Organization soldiers. He lit up a pipe and inhaled in appreciation and satisfaction, knowing they had done a great job all around. It looked like the battle had been won, but at a price that left a bitter taste in their mouths.

 

Several Earth Alliance troops had arrived on the scene and were taking the few surviving Organization personnel into custody. Smoking and charred remains of the once towering buildings cast a gray shadow around the vicinity while some TV and internet crews were already setting up shop, ready to broadcast their stories all over the world and in space.

 

The loud whirring sound of yet another helicopter landing had Sheldon eyeing the emblem upon it with an inward sigh. It was Major General Adley McKeen of the Earth’s Alliance and his cohort Major Tom Allison. Both men saluted smartly which Sheldon reciprocated with a weak salute of his own. He never did do well with these military type officials.

 

“I believe you are the leader here?” McKeen asked curtly, as he surveyed the damage done.

 

“Not me,” Paul replied with a shake of his head. Come to think of it, no one had seen Duo since he went on his personal mission to seek Treize. Although the Opposition troops had brought down the tyrant’s dead body – which Sheldon had verified, there had been no word on Duo, Zechs or even the Queen.

 

“Then who?” Allison asked impatiently. “Who is your godforsaken leader? At least he should allow us to thank him for getting rid of such a menace.”

 

Sheldon puffed out another cloud of smoke and scratched his bald head. “Menace, eh?” He eyed the bustling scene around him, wondering what chaos the world had been thrown into now. “Ah, Po!” He hailed the approaching officer, thankful he wouldn’t have to say the words his lips longed to spill. Something along the lines of the Alliance shoving their gratitude right up their asses.

 

“Hello, Major.” She saluted smartly and looked to Sheldon with a quick questioning glance. No sign of Duo yet. She sighed inwardly. Where could he have gone?

“We have yet to find the Queen,” Sally said quietly. “We do not think the bombs killed her as no body has been identified as hers.”

 

“So you think Treize really killed her?” McKeen asked in a small voice, his features showing his age with each passing second.

 

“We…think so,” Sally replied softly.

 

“And there’s no way we’re going to nominate her brother to become the next King,” Allison whispered vehemently. “I still say that we should have a conference with your leader, Officers Sheldon and Po.”

 

Sally blinked in surprise. “You wish to make Du…our leader the next ruler of Earth’s Forces?”

 

“It’s only fitting,” McKeen replied with a small nod. “I’m getting too old, while Allison is too busy with the army and his job in rebuilding the lost colonies. Milliardo Peacecraft is an outlaw and cannot be trusted to take over the throne. However, your leader has shown resourcefulness that many identify with. With him in power, we can be assured of a world where we can all live together in peace.”

 

“And what makes you think he’ll agree to do something like that?” Sheldon asked slowly. “If he’s been working in the shadows all this time, do you honestly think he’ll jump at the opportunity to become a ‘King’?”

 

He said the word ‘King’ as if in disgust, making the military officials flinch in response. Allison would have made a sharp retort, but McKeen held him back with a wan smile. “It is okay, Officer Sheldon. We understand your leader’s reluctance. However, we will still want a palaver with him, if that is okay. Please send him my regards and let him know that our doors at Earth’s Alliance are always open for him. Now, if you’ll excuse us. We’d like to see what’s left of the Organization.”

 

Sheldon and Sally watched them leave, and once out of earshot, Sally sighed and sat on the remains of  what was once a fountain. “What a mess,” she muttered.

 

“You said it,” came the dry reply. “Good thing we didn’t destroy the underground labs. They’re going to be useful in the long run.”

 

“For good this time,” Sally agreed with a small smile. She was in need of a shower and made a face at how sticky and hot she felt. “Duo says we can convince some of the doctors to end up working for us now. With the gundanium and first class medical facilities and equipment here, everyone can afford to get treatment.”

 

Sheldon nodded. “That kid’s got a good head on his shoulders…and to think they want to make him King.”

 

Both of them shared a look, and before they could stop themselves, they giggled at the ridiculous image of Duo with a crown on his head and a mortified expression on his visage. When the tears eventually came, Sally was hardly aware of it, but as she felt Sheldon’s arms around her, she gave in to the feeling of exhaustion, relief and sadness at what was now left for them to salvage.

 

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An hour later, they peered at the captured figures of Trowa and Quatre, who had been tied up and kept in one of the trucks that would take them back to base camp.

 

“Congratulations on a raid well done,” Trowa drawled lazily, ignoring the small smile Quatre gave at the comment. “Do you plan to kill us now?”

 

“Not yet,” Sheldon replied amiably enough. “Looks like the other guy asked us to spare your lives.”

 

“Heero’s alive?” Quatre asked, sighing in relief. “Thank goodness. I thought we had lost him in the smoke.”

 

“Where’s Duo?” Trowa asked, and the silence that greeted his question was more than enough of an answer. Sheldon and Sally looked away.

 

“We still can’t find him,” she finally replied in a voice that was barely audible. “He…”

 

He’s vanished again, or maybe he’s been killed and we don’t know where his body is. She could feel the tears threatening to fall again, and she slapped herself inwardly for showing such weakness.

 

“We’ve found her!” came a cry that had everyone lifting their head and turning towards the voice. Lucrezia Noin, a young woman in her early twenties, came running towards them with a wide smile on her visage.

 

“The Queen?” Trowa asked.

 

Noin blinked in surprise for a moment, before shaking her head. “No, we still have no word on the Queen, but we have found Hilde.”

 

“Fantastic!” Sheldon cried out in delight as Sally clapped her hands. “Where is she?”

 

“With Krakowski,” Noin explained wiping the tears from her eyes. “She couldn’t recognize us at first and it’s going to take some time to get her up to speed, but besides a few bruises she’s just fine.”

 

“Good. I’m going to pay her a visit,” Sheldon replied, motioning towards Trowa and Quatre. “You can untie these two. I doubt they’ll be causing us much trouble anyway.”

 

“Can we see Heero?” Trowa asked as Sally and Noin moved to untie the bonds. “Just for a little while, if that’s okay with you.”

 

The women shared a quick look, and Sally shrugged, too tired to argue anyway. It felt like she had been awake for days. “That’s fine. Noin, you know where the new doctor is, right?”

 

“Gotcha. Follow me, boys.”

 

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Antonio lit another cigarette and swatted at a passing fly, grumbling beneath his breath at having to do watch duty for the new prisoner. He eyed the other man in the room who sat on the floor with his arms wrapped around his raised legs, and whose piercing blue eyes seemed to drill right through him. He shivered at the intense stare and turned away again, wondering why the doc should affect him like this. Despite all his wounds and smoke inhalation, the doctor was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to lie down to rest. He insisted on waiting for Duo’s arrival…whenever that would be.

 

For all they knew, Duo could be dead in some part of the main building.

 

“What kind of leader was Duo?”

 

Antonio nearly burned his tongue at the sudden question, angry eyes glaring at Heero who didn’t flinch a bit.

 

Seeing that he wasn’t going to make a dent in Heero’s tough façade, he rolled his eyes and let out a cloud of smoke. “He was okay.”

 

“Just okay?” Heero asked with faint amusement in his tone. He had a feeling Antonio didn’t quite like all the attention being given to Duo.

 

The older man laughed and shook his head. “All right, Doc Nosey. He was a great leader, okay? A fucking genius if I ever saw any. Damn it all.” He crushed out his cigarette with a vehement twist and rose to his feet, striding over to Heero to glare angrily at him.

 

“And thanks to your fucking program, you made him WEAKER!” He yanked Heero by the scruff of his neck, tugging him to his feet until mere inches separated them. “You took him away from us, Yuy. The Duo we knew was no longer there. The Duo we worshipped had been reduced to some sniveling machine because of your fucking medical mumbo jumbo shit!”

 

“Did you love him?”

 

Antonio’s eyes widened at the calm question, a flood of color filling his cheeks. Heero’s small smile was the last straw and with a loud grunt, he sent a fist flying into the other man’s face, panting harshly as he watched Heero fall to the ground in a heap. The doctor coughed and laughed softly at the same time, wiping his bleeding lips.

 

“I’m right, aren’t I? Maybe you even wished he’d be your lover, hmm?”

 

“You son-of-a-bitch…! I’ll fucking kill you!!” He dove for Heero again, when the sudden command of ‘Knock it off, Velasquez!’ had him turning around quickly. Noin, with Trowa and Quatre flanking her, stepped into the office. The woman nodded curtly and knowing it was his cue, Antonio spit in disgust and stormed out without a look back.

 

“Sorry about that,” Noin said apologetically. She reached out to help Heero sit up. “He’s got a hot temper.”

 

“No kidding,” Heero replied with a shrug. He eyed the former officers who looked back with sheepish smiles. “What’s the good news?”

 

“Nothing really,” Quatre replied. “The Organization’s been defeated and we’re free to start a new life.”

 

“Will you two be joining the military again?” Heero asked quietly.

 

Trowa nodded slowly, noticing that Quatre had lowered his gaze. “I’ll try to join the Earth’s Forces if they’ll have me. Quatre wants to go back to rebuild his colony as you can very well understand.”

 

“That’s great,” Heero said with a genuine smile, although it hurt his jaw to make that small motion. “So…” He held his breath, his heartbeat quickening at the question he was about to ask. However, as if Quatre could read his mind, the blond said quietly.

 

“He’s not been found, Heero.”

 

The doctor’s heart slammed hard within his chest, swallowing tightly as if to gather moisture in his now dry mouth. “What…what do you mean?”

 

Noin replied this time, her own gaze filled with sorrow. “They’ve searched everywhere for him. The Queen and Zechs Merquise are also missing. We’re not sure if Treize got to them or not. Although Treize was killed…”

 

“He was?!” Heero asked incredulously. Damn Velasquez for not letting him know anything all this time!

 

The three people before him nodded, but Heero’s mind was already racing. Where could Duo be? And why hadn’t the Queen or Zechs been found? Not even their bodies? It seemed too impossible.

 

“Where are you going?” Trowa asked as Heero staggered to his feet, having to hold the wall to control himself. He waited for the wave of vertigo to pass before taking another step.

 

“I have to find him,” he replied flatly. “I have to…argh!”

 

He fell to the ground with a soft thud with Noin sighing softly as she tucked her small baton into her waist. The men watched her with questioning looks, and she shrugged. “We can’t have him wandering around the premises. Besides, he needs a doctor. I doubt he would have made it past the door anyway.”

 

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Laughter. Happy laughter filled his thoughts as he walked. In this vision, he was in a small stuffy restaurant, drinking and having fun with Sheldon, Sally, Hilde, Antonio, Noin, Howard, Don and some other face he couldn’t quite recognize. They were so young back then – fresh eyed, innocent, free and devoid of the horrors that would soon plague them. They ate fried meat over a sizzling hot pot, noodles and okonomiyaki making up part of their dinner. Good wine and beer flowed between them and he remembered stealing kisses from Hilde’s lips every now and then. Ah, how her eyes had shone with life back then.

 

A sharp hiss from a steel pipe had him shrinking back in fear and he stumbled to the ground, trembling and clutching a fistful of his shirt as if hoping to rip out his heart at the same time. His eyes were wide and panicked, his breathing harsh and shallow as he glanced at his surroundings. He had no idea where he was, but he knew he was in the bowels of the earth now. He could vaguely remember getting off the floor in Treize’s quarters, brushing aside the concerned calls from his soldiers as he left after the disappearing shadows of Zechs and Relena. He had lost them some time back, but he didn’t care anymore. He was going to walk through this endless maze of wires and steel pipes, the very core of energy and production for the Organization. He still had a grenade in his pocket and wouldn’t hesitate to use it when the time was right. He would destroy this place from the ground up. It seemed only fitting since he had made such a botch of things. What was there to live for anyway?

 

Heero’s gone, he thought as he rose to his feet to lean against the moldy wall. He moaned in suffering and took another staggering step, feeling incredibly weak and exhausted. Tired. Just so fucking tired of being everyone’s goddamn savior. Who’s here to rescue me, huh? Fuck.

 

He held a hand to his aching head and hardly flinched as a pipe suddenly exploded to rain down a shower of warm water on him. The building was eventually going to crumble around him whether he wanted it to or not. The damage to the surface must have been extensive enough to reach down here.

 

Got me in the end, didn’t you, Treize? He thought with a bitter smile as he forced himself to walk away from his position. The water was beginning to rise steadily and all too soon, Duo found himself wading knee deep in the accumulation. You fucked me right to the end, didn’t you?

 

He stopped as he got to a dead end, blinking almost stupidly at the sight of the steel wall with the sign: ‘WARNING: Persons touching walls are subject to electrocution’ in red.

 

With a loud roar, Duo flung himself at the wall, clawing at the smooth surface as if hoping to find an exit. Another pipe exploded so loudly, he had to cover his ears and duck as sparks flew from it. He felt a dull current race up his leg and he knew he was about to get fried if he didn’t move his ass in a second. Growling in frustration, he began the treacherous walk back, not sure if he’d be able to make it in time.

 

Funny how the concept of dying no longer looked so appealing when actually faced with it.

 

“Shit! It’s rising even faster!” By the time he reached the first level, he was chest deep and had a hard time finding his footing. “Goddamn it.” With a light grunt, he wrapped his arms around a steel pole above him and began to move, but could only do so for a few minutes before tearing his scorched hands away from it. It was steaming hot!

 

Taking a deep breath, he dove beneath the water, eyes darting around him quickly to find a possible quick exit. He blinked as he saw what seemed like a light ahead of him and with quick strokes he began to swim towards it. His chest began to burn after a few more minutes. Precious air was needed and with near desperation, he swam to the top, only to cry out in pain as his head slammed into a steel pipe. There was barely any room for him to breathe now. Only his nose and mouth were able to get a little fresh air before diving back beneath the surface to find that blasted exit.

 

God help me, he prayed fervently. Get me out of this fucking hell hole. Amen.

 

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Above ground, it was a young soldier who heard the first rumble beneath his feet.

 

“Hey….”

 

“What?” asked his impatient comrade.

 

“Hear something? Sounds like it’s coming from below the…AARGH!!”

 

They dove, but not in time. The force of the water from below shot through the layers of concrete like an angry geyser. Several screams from around the building proved that similar occurrences were happening elsewhere. Sheldon, who was with Krakowski in the truck, leapt out of it and could only stare in amazement at the jets of water that shot out of the remnants of the building.

 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “EVERYONE MOVE OUT, GODDAMN IT! THIS PLACE IS GONNA BLOW!”

 

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“We’re moving out,” Noin explained quickly to Trowa and Quatre’s bemused expressions after receiving the hasty communication from the walkie-talkie. “We haven’t got much time! Get in the truck! I’ll take care of Heero!”

 

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The pandemonium reached fever pitch as officials and news crew alike struggled to get away from the disaster area. The earth seemed to tremble beneath their feet and the mixture of water and gases created a hot springs-like environment. The water was hot to the touch and an unlucky few were scalded in the process.

 

“What a goddamn mess!” Sheldon cried out as he slammed his fist on the steering wheel of the car. If there had been any hope of finding Duo, it was definitely gone with the final collapse of the Organization.

 

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“…is calling it a disaster area and is considered the worst flooding in history. Many homes around the vicinity were destroyed as a result of this and the death toll at this point is estimated to be in the hundreds. Experts say that the rise of water from the underground pumps has finally stopped, but it will take weeks or even months for it to be completely drained. However, government officials are working hard to build pipes that will lead the water directly to the ocean…”

 

Sally turned off the TV. No one in the tent stopped her from doing it. The fire crackled in the middle of the small space, casting long shadows on the thick tent cloth as they all remained lost in thought. Sheldon sat in his chair with his pipe, staring at nothing in particular, while Noin, Trowa, Quatre, Sally and Antonio sat around the fire.

 

“He’s dead,” Antonio finally stated. There wasn’t even a tone of anger in his voice. He sounded tired and resigned. “He’s…he’s fucking dead.” He stuffed a hand over his mouth and turned his face away, hitching in a harsh breath.

 

“We don’t know that for sure,” Sheldon began, but it was Sally who cut in with tears in her voice.

 

“It’s been almost a day and nothing! What are we going to do, Sheldon?! We’ve got to tell everyone out there about it. We can’t keep pretending he’s still alive! No one could have survived that! You saw the news! You…saw…it too.” She broke into harsh sobs, barely feeling Noin’s arms around her in comfort.

 

Sheldon gripped his pipe tightly, knowing that they were right. The tears stung his eyes and he wiped them away furiously. Wasn’t this scene something they had experienced almost a year ago? Would God be willing enough to grant them a second miracle? Just how many times could Duo tempt Death and not get caught in his web, this time with no escape in sight. It was like losing his son, a part of him, and Sheldon wondered if his heart could deal with the loss this time.

 

Heero who had excused himself earlier had been ready to enter when he stiffened at the words from Antonio and Sally. He gripped the edge of the tent tightly, feeling his chest constrict painfully – so much so that breathing became a bit difficult. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. He had held on to the little hope that Duo might be out there somewhere, still struggling to find his way back home, but to hear this tone of finality in their voices made him more afraid than ever before.

 

He slapped his hands over his face and fought back a harsh sob. What was he to do now? A small part of him had wished to start a new life with Duo…as perhaps a friend (if not more, a part of him screamed) and now…and now…

 

“He’s back!” came the faint but undeniable scream from someone at the watch tower. Heero lowered his hands slowly, heartbeat quickening in the hope that it wasn’t all a dream or a figment of his imagination.

 

But the scream came again, louder and much stronger. “HE’S BACK!! DUO’S BACK!!”

 

The flap to the tent opened behind him and Sally all but barreled Heero to the ground. She was quickly followed by Noin, Antonio, Sheldon and finally Trowa and Quatre. Everyone seemed to be coming out of their tents or stopped what they were doing to make their way towards the entrance to the base camp. But they needn’t have bothered, for coming down the uneven stretch of road was the undeniable figure of their leader. He was being led by two soldiers, his jacket long gone to reveal the now wet white t-shirt he had worn underneath. His long braid lay thick and damp in front of him, and as they stopped before Sally and the others, Duo lifted his head slowly.

 

He gave a wan smile and tried to salute. “Sorry for the delay, guys,” he said in barely a whisper. “Got lost on my way back home.”

 

Sally covered her mouth to stop the scream of happiness, her eyes welling with tears that matched those in her comrades’ eyes.

 

“You son-of-a-bitch!” Sheldon said gruffly as he reached out to pull the younger man into his arms in a tight hug. “You bastard! You ever do that again to us and we’ll kill you.”

 

Duo laughed weakly, although Paul really was killing him with the bear hug. He smiled at Noin and had to do a double take as he noticed the former officers standing behind her. “Well, whaddaya know?” he began slowly as Paul finally released him. “If it isn’t Lieutenant Tight Ass and Jerk Wad.”

 

“Nice to see you too, Duo,” Trowa replied amiably. He held out a hand. “Perhaps it’s time we patched things up and let bygones be bygones, hmm? Truce?”

 

Duo eyed the offered appendage and contemplated swiping it off, but as Sheldon whispered something in his ear he frowned, then nodded and accepted the handshake with a firm pump. “Welcome to the family. Knock yourself out with our five star accommodations.”

 

He was doing the same for Quatre when his gaze finally fell on the silent figure nearly hidden behind the tent. He wasn’t sure if someone was playing a cruel joke on him, or if his insanity had finally reached fever pitch that he was actually imagining the young doctor everywhere he went. He pushed away Quatre a little, taking a weak step towards the apparition as if hoping it wouldn’t vanish.

 

“Do…Doc?” he whispered thickly, heart slamming harder and faster within his chest. “Is that…is that really you?”

 

“The name is Heero Yuy,” came the quiet but shaky reply, although one could make out the dark hue on the man’s cheeks. He cleared his throat and walked closer, trying hard to hide his limp from Duo’s undoubtedly sharp gaze. “I told you to call me that any…ooofff!”

 

“Oh God,” Duo groaned against Heero’s neck, his arms all but crushing the other man’s body against his in a tight hug. The tears came before he could control them, the knowledge that Heero was still alive after all this time was the only blessing that God had decided to grant him for his terrible sins. His sobs grew louder and he clutched fistfuls of Heero’s shirt, hardly aware of the reciprocating hug that nearly crushed his already bruised ribs.

 

Sally watched the intimate embrace with a small smile, realizing now that this was whom Duo had really given his heart to. Her glance darted towards Krakowski’s tent and saw Hilde standing beside the older doctor. There was a faint look of sadness in her eyes, but Sally couldn’t be sure. Her memories might not have returned completely, but Sally was sure that Hilde could remember a time when the man with the braid had once hugged her in such a manner.

 

“All right, show’s over!” Sheldon announced with a laugh to break the tension that had risen. “Let’s all have us a beer and celebrate, eh?”

 

This was met with a resounding ‘YAY!’ but for Heero and Duo. As they finally pulled apart to stare into each other’s eyes, they knew their celebration would be away from everyone else’s. Besides, it was a long time coming for both of them.

 

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The fire flickered and danced in the middle of Duo’s tent as they walked in. It was definitely bigger than the others and had a much more comfortable looking bed with soft blankets and—

 

“I’ll be right back,” Duo said quietly as he began to peel out of his shirt. He smiled at Heero’s blush and had to wonder if the doctor had ever done anything like this before. “I need to wash up a bit,” he explained and winced as he tried to bend to untie his shoes. Heero was quick to notice, brows furrowing as he moved closer to Duo.

 

“Stand upright,” he commanded firmly.

 

“Geez. I’m no longer a unit,” Duo grumbled but did as he was told. He watched as Heero poked and prodded with his fingers, biting back a small cry as a particular section was pressed a bit too hard. “What’s the verdict?”

 

“You have several broken ribs,” Heero stated, hardly aware of the mischievous glint in Duo’s eyes now, “And of course bruises that have to be taken care of and…mmmpffhh…mmm…”

 

His eyes widened at the feel of the warm lips against his, the shock of such an intimate caress so great that Heero’s knees buckled at the incredibly sweet sensation. He would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t for Duo reaching out to hold him steady, his lips and tongue devouring as much of the naïve doctor as he could. Heero did his best to respond, sighing in pleasure as he felt Duo’s tongue caress his before his lower lip was caught and sucked on gently.

 

“Dear god,” he finally whispered as he was released. Parts of his anatomy burned for Duo’s touch and he trembled into the embrace, not sure of what he was supposed to do or how he was supposed to act. “I…”

 

“Just a prelude, doc,” Duo whispered into Heero’s ear, nipping the lobe gently before pulling away with a slow wink. “I’ll see you in a bit. Get yourself ready…as best you can.”

 

Before Heero could say a word, Duo left the tent, leaving the doctor stumped and slightly confused. Prepare himself? What was he supposed to do? Strip and lie in bed for Duo? Good grief! Perhaps he really should have accepted those porno tapes from Patini back in medical school. It would really be of some help to him right now. Speaking of Patini, he wondered what had happened to him as well as Doctors J and G. Perhaps they had escaped? Heero certainly hoped so. They might have been bitter old men, but they were great doctors and would be an invaluable asset to any medical facility they donated their time and efforts to. He wondered if he could ask Duo about that. Maybe they could do a search and if they were found, they’d be convinced to join the Opposition. Of course they couldn’t be called the Opposition anymore, could they? There was no Opposition to go against The Organization. Did that mean that this brotherhood would be disbanded? Heero thought it sad that it would have to come to that, but still—

 

“What’s taking him so long?”

 

He rose to his feet and opened the flap to the tent slowly. The party was in full swing several feet away. Duo had warned Sheldon not to let anyone bother them and Heero had flushed at the insinuation. This side of the camp was relatively quiet and no one was on patrol, too busy partying to care about intruders. Heero stepped out into the cool night air and decided to surprise Duo with a visit. He knew where the shower stalls were and as he rounded the corner, hoping to be more daring and spontaneous, he froze at the sight before him.

 

Hilde and Duo sharing a kiss beneath the moonlight. How perfect it seemed.

 

Heero staggered backwards, cursing as he stumbled over his feet and fell to the ground in a clumsy heap.

 

“Heero?” came the call, and the doctor froze before rising to his feet quickly. His cheeks burned with humiliation and a low coil of anger began to build in the pit of his stomach. The bastard. And to think he had been so quick to believe that Duo might have wanted him sexually, if nothing else, tonight. But wait a minute, when had Duo ever said he wanted to be anything more than friends?

 

But what about the kiss? How could he have forgotten that already? Fuck it. Fuck him too! I don’t need…

 

“Heero!” A firm hand caught his wrist and he was forced to turn around. However, he had already formed a fist with his free hand and drove it towards Duo’s face. But to his surprise, a smaller hand got in the way to block it. Heero stared into the calm dark eyes of Hilde, her features still wearing that almost expressionless look most units had.

 

“What’s wrong?” Duo asked with a frown on his visage. “If you’re pissed off about Hilde and me kissing, I’ll have you know that—

 

“He belonged to me first,” Hilde replied quietly, stumping both men into silence. She smiled now, releasing Heero’s hand gently. “I do not have all of my memories, but I do know that I once loved this man.” She turned to look at Duo, a sad look of regret in her eyes. “I came to tell him goodbye, because I see that his heart has already been taken by someone else.” She looked at Heero’s flushed features. “You. He told me that himself.”

 

“Hey, now, Hil,” Duo began, blushing furiously as he shuffled his feet. “There’s no need to--”

 

“It’s okay…really. I just want you to be happy, Duo. I…I should attend the party,” she interrupted, still smiling although there were tears in her eyes. “I don’t want to miss all the fun.”

 

And before either man could say another word, she seemed to vanish from sight – her teleportation abilities still remaining with her apparently.

 

“I swear to God, she came to me like that after I was done with my shower,” Duo said into the silence. “It scared the crap out of me, but I guess I’ll have to get used to that…eventually…”

 

His voice trailed off as Heero began to laugh softly – a low, sexy sound that had Duo biting his lower lip hard to prevent himself from tackling Heero to the ground and taking him right here and now. The rocks around were too uneven anyway. It wasn’t going to be that much fun—

 

“She must have really cared for you,” Heero finally said softly. “If I wasn’t here…you two would have been together again.”

 

Duo could only nod in agreement. There would be no use denying it. If the war hadn’t begun, who knew what would have happened to Hilde and him? Perhaps they would have been a family by now, with tons of little brats running all over the place.

 

“I’m sorry,” Heero said as he walked forward. Duo noticed the limp but said nothing. There’d be plenty of time to ask questions later.

 

“Sor…sorry for what?” Duo whispered thickly, lashes fluttering as Heero reached out to sink his fingers into his loose hair. He had washed it – hard enough to get out the stink of death that he knew would follow him until his dying day.

 

“I was…uum…” Heero struggled to find the word.

 

“Jealous?” Duo offered with a chuckle.

 

“Perhaps. Can you still read my mind?” Heero asked quietly, staring into the beautiful purple eyes that seemed to gleam with knowledge.

 

Duo smirked and rested his forehead gently against Heero’s. He closed his eyes, hands reached for his partner’s to clasp them tightly. Heero suddenly felt light-headed, his lashes fluttering closed as something sweet, yet hot and poignant passed between them. He stiffened as Duo’s grip on his hand became tighter, and moaned as images began to filter through his mind like looking through a photo album rapidly. In that instant, he could see Duo approaching the Organization building with his army, he saw him search for Treize, and the events that took place in the former tyrant’s quarters. He gasped in shock, tears springing to his eyes as he watched Relena’s death. He relived the pain and agony Duo went through, the shock that he – Heero - might be dead and not knowing which way to turn. He relived the treacherous moments beneath the ground, the need for survival, to know that he could make it out of that building alive. He watched as Duo finally decided to stay with the current and escaped through a particular hole left by a geyser. Heero swam the same long and cold waterlogged surface for endless hours until he reached solid ground, and felt the elation at finally coming home all encompassed in one fell swoop.

 

Duo finally released him by pulling away gently, and Heero slumped in exhaustion against his naked torso, trying hard to catch his breath at the sudden rollercoaster ride of emotions he had been taken.

 

“Duo…I didn’t…”

 

“Of course you didn’t,” came the low reply. “I haven’t told anyone yet, and besides, this is much better than talking about it. Best you see for yourself…my sins…”

 

“It’s not your fault, Duo. You wanted to stop it and she…she wanted to die, I think.”

 

“But by my hands,” Duo said in a strangled voice. “I’ve killed so many people, Heero. So many. I have dreams of them now, all those voices filling my head as they blame me for taking their lives.” He laughed softly, but it was filled with pain and suffering. “Still think you can be with a guy like me, doc? Perhaps you should go find some other normal person to--”

 

“Take me, Duo,” came the quiet but firm response that had Duo’s cheeks flushing with heat. There was an intense look in Heero’s eyes now, one that he had never seen before.

 

“I’m not going to be gentle,” Duo said thickly as he licked his lips. “I don’t do gentle…and if we do this…there’s no turning back, Heero. You understand that, don’t you?”

 

“Then don’t be,” Heero challenged as he began to walk backwards slowly to the tent, his heart pounding so hard in his chest he was sure that Duo could hear it. “Use me if you must. Let me help in the best way I can.”

 

Duo didn’t need to be told twice.

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Their bodies made dancing shadows on the walls of the tent, and as Duo thrust his third oil-slicked finger into Heero’s rectum, the doctor’s body arched in a sensuous curve. His saliva-coated and hardened nipples stood out in relief, all thoughts of crying out his pleasure lost as his mouth settled for a soundless O. His fingers dug into the sheets and his toes curled in delight as Duo continued to torment not just with his fingers, but with his mouth as well as he continued to suck hard and fast on Heero’s cock. Hot sweat bounced off their flesh like dew drops, the wet sounds of their coupling becoming louder as pleasure began to reach fever pitch. Just as Duo felt Heero’s cock about to swell and explode he released it with a soft kiss and withdrew his fingers at the same time.

 

Heero’s wail of disbelief and need was like music to his ears.

 

“Ready, doc?” he panted as he lifted Heero’s legs to place them on his shoulders. He smiled at the lustful picture the once prim and proper medical person made on his bed. Never would he have thought in a million years he’d get the chance to do this.

 

“Fuck me,” Heero moaned, thrusting his hips wantonly as he prepared for the thick invasion. “I can’t take it anymore, goddamn it.”

 

“Such a dirty mouth, but as you wish,” Duo grunted, slowly pushing his swollen organ into the prepared and twitching entrance. He closed his eyes and groaned at the tightness and warmth that enveloped his cock, hardly hearing Heero’s small cry of pain and pleasure rolled into one. Duo thrust all the way in until his balls caressed Heero’s ass cheeks. He stilled to get used to the sensation while Heero almost passed out at how full he felt. He bucked and that was Duo’s cue to move.

 

Hands clasped tightly, Duo withdrew and then thrust in with a swiftness that had Heero blacking out for a second. In and out, in and out, faster and harder until nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure had them both panting and moaning in unison. Duo sought Heero’s lips in a bruising kiss, hard enough to draw blood as he drove even deeper into his lover’s body. He wanted to get rid of the events of the day, to fuck away the pain one might say. He would cleanse himself with Heero and start a new life with the doctor if Heero would have him. Perhaps their relationship would develop into real love someday, perhaps they’d even settle down far away from governmental duties and try to raise a family. A surrogate mother would be nice, or perhaps (and not surprising with the advancement of medical technology these days) either he or Heero would be willing to carry a child…their own child.

 

That last thought sent him over the edge and he all but screamed as his cock swelled within Heero before exploding in a blinding white heat. He trembled and shook above his partner, tears of satiation and relief springing to his eyes as Heero came not long after. His semen coated their wet torsos, and as Duo moved, Heero could feel the wet stickiness of his come filling his insides and trickling down his legs. He blushed furiously at the thought of bearing Duo’s child someday. With medical advancement these days it was possible and the thought of having Duo’s offspring…

 

With a weak cry, he came again to his embarrassment, unable to look into Duo’s eyes as if afraid the other man would realize what he was thinking. He blushed even harder when Duo buried his face against his neck to place tender kisses upon it, their bodies still heaving and trying to come back to earth from their mind numbing orgasms.

 

Their hands were still clasped together and Heero lifted one to his lips, placing tender kisses upon their joined fingers. He wondered if Duo would want to live with him. He could still find a place on L1 or help in the rebuilding of L2 as he was sure Duo would want to do now that the war was over. Or maybe they could even build a house on earth and try to raise their kids…

 

Good grief, Heero! Stop thinking about that! Are you really that desperate to begin a family?

 

But it wasn’t so wrong, was it? Was it terrible of him to dream of settling down and not having to worry about being overworked to death? Was it pathetic of him to want a simple and undisturbed life, something he would have had anyway, if it wasn’t for the Organization.

 

Just peace…and quiet…spending time with the one I love…is that too much to ask?

 

It does sound nice, came the response that had Heero gasping in shock and almost sending Duo off him. He had forgotten that Duo could sometimes read his mind.

 

Blushing to the roots of his hair, the doctor tried to make amends quickly. “It’s not…I mean…It’s just a theory,” Heero stammered, as Duo sat up to smile widely at him. “I’m not saying that you have to do…or rather have a famil…what…what’s so funny?”

 

Duo chuckled. “Hehe, I was just thinking of what a fine mommy you’d make.”

 

“Shu…shut up!” Heero growled and tried to push off Duo. He was so red-faced he wished he could die. “I’ll kill you, Duo. I swear it!”

 

“Not until you take me,” Duo murmured, still chuckling as he began to trail kisses down Heero’s neck. He caught Heero’s hands and trapped them against the bed, violet eyes now so dark they were almost black with the depth of his emotions. “No time to kill me yet, doc. I’ve still got so much to teach you. So much more.”

 

 

 

Epilogue…