Setting: Just after the AC-195 war. Possibly AU, but it’s worked in so it doesn’t warp the TV storyline.

Pairings: 3x4, 1+2, Kreigan+5, 13x6

Rating: R

Warnings: Violence, possible OOC? lemon, angst. No NCS - you’ll see why I had to point that out. Several OCs but they don’t necessarily play a big part.

Disclaimers: The only characters here that I own are any alter egos, Kazimiriel, Machiavel, Sarrow and Malvad and a few other characters that’ll pop up. Characters I don’t own include: Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei, Zechs, Treize and any other good ones in fact.

Also, I would like to note that I am not Christian - anybody that wants to know why can pick one of two courses of action, either accept the fact that I’m a Mahayanist or email me and prepare for a very complex credo - and I’d like to add that this is just a story. If anything in it offends anyone, I apologize very sincerely.

Rough Peace - Part 14

The anti-climax of the struggle had an immediate and very powerful effect. Especially for Wufei. All he could do was stand there in shock ‘Kreigan knew this was going to happen. I can’t believe he kept it from me, but I suppose we’ve only known each other for a few days… a few days and I’m never going to see him again? That’s harsh.’

He looked forlornly at the couples in the middle of the square. ‘I guess I should at least go over and see how they are. But would they honestly begrudge me a moment of peace?’ His train of thought was brusquely interrupted as someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t have time to explain,” Kreigan began to a fairly astounded Wufei. Then again, he’d spent most of his visit here being fairly astounded so it shouldn’t have a surprise. “I teleported at the last minute. There was never any risk. But I’m sorry I made you feel so lousy… actually I’m not sure whether you did or not - that was just a guess - but I’m just saying what I figured *I’d* think if I was in that position -”

Wufei shook his head and interrupted Kreigan’s racing words. “Just shut up,” he demanded, putting his arms around the demon’s figure and claiming his lips in a gentle kiss. “I understand.”

Kreigan smiled and hugged Wufei closely to him. “I knew you would.” He paused as he glanced across the square at the other pilots, “I can’t help but feel a little responsible for this. Even if I’m not to blame, I didn’t exactly make things any better. Right? Wufei, you okay?”

The Altron pilot narrowed his eyes towards the light at the top of the hill. “What’s that up there?” he asked, pointing towards said light.

Kreigan gaped as he realized what it was heading towards the square. “Shit… Wufei do you know anything about Christianity?”

“I’m okay really,” Quatre insisted as Trowa attempted to pick him up off the floor. “I just feel a little tired,” he lied, actually feeling as if he was being stabbed in the shoulder by flaming knife-blades. The way he was trying to walk immediately gave him away.

Duo rolled his eyes and put his arm around the opposite side to Trowa. “Quatre just be realistic, you need help,” he said lightheartedly.

Quatre gasped in pain as he tried to move. “Okay… okay,” he panted, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Can I also admit I think I’m going to black out? Because if I can, then that would be great.”

“Whoa, hold on a second,” Duo added inquisitively. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he added, nodding towards the top of the hill.

There was a young woman, about twenty years old, dressed in sky blue, shimmering robes and surrounded by white light headed for them. Quatre smiled and felt slightly comforted by her presence, he knew who it was and although he’d never actually had the privilege to meet her in person, he knew she’d be able to make things better somehow.

As the woman approached, Heero and Duo got to their feet feeling awed being in her company and yet still unsure of just who it was they were looking at.

“Renfredriel,” she said quietly as she bent down to the angel in Trowa’s arms. She had a voice so soft and beautiful it was enough to make them want to break down and cry.

Quatre gulped. “Ave Maria. My lady, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice broken and quiet. “I failed… I didn’t want to cause everyone this pain.”

The little blond gasped as she pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t say a word, Renfredriel,” she replied in that honey sweet voice. “You have surpassed your rank to be sure but you have proven yourself to be more than any ordinary being. You shouldn’t worry about your actions here today. Rest now,” she said kindly, closing his eyes and dropping him into a deep comforting sleep.

The woman stood again, as Trowa lifted Quatre from the ground, and took him off his hands. “He will be okay now,” she cooed, smiling at his still innocent face. “We should return to Niravaana. My son can see to him there. I would be very grateful if you’d all accompany me, but I’ll understand a desire against it.”

Trowa followed without hesitation, so did Duo and Heero. The three demons and the one remaining human took a little more coaxing before they finally agreed to go along with it.

“Her son…” Duo said to himself. “Heero… if she’s Lady Mary, then doesn’t that make her son-”

“The one and only Jesus Christ,” Heero interrupted.

“Wow, sorta makes Relena seem insignificant, doesn’t it?” he laughed slightly. “This whole thing just keeps getting more and more far-fetched. But I guess everything worked out kinda okay. At least we’re all together, right?”

Heero let a small smile grace him before taking Duo’s hand, “Right. All that’s left now is to figure out a way to get us all back to Earth.”

Arriving back at Niravaana, Mary carried Quatre through the halls of the Sanhedrin’s palace and to a set of more understated and humble rooms. She turned to the three humans, having left Wufei, Kreigan, Treize and Zechs back in a sitting room, and addressed them seriously.

“You are all to stay here, do you understand?” Mary began, firmly but still with a kindly tone. “Renfredriel needs very deep rest. There’s no way of saving his wing but if he doesn’t get some intensive treatment, it could leave him seriously ill.”

Trowa seemed to be quietly resigning himself to staying behind, but Duo on the other hand was having none of it.

“Um… Lady Mary, ma’am, I’m not trying to be rude or anything but can’t Trowa go at least?” Duo asked on behalf of Quatre’s lover. “I mean, I know you probably already know this, but they’re supposed to be together. Please don’t split ‘em up,” he added imploringly, feeling like a frightened school kid in her presence.

Mary smiled at how strong his friendship for the two lovers was. “I appreciate your request Duo, but this is for Trowa’s safety. There’s something about the divine medicine that can be harmful to sentient humans. Renfredriel will be just fine but I can’t say the same for Trowa if he stays nearby. I really am genuinely sorry, please make yourselves comfortable if you can.”

With that she shut the door behind her and laid Quatre gently to rest on a sofa. ‘I’m sorry to force this decision on you, little one. But these next few days are not going to be easy for anyone.’

After a few hours, finding Heero sat on a sofa with a sleeping Duo lain across him and Trowa sat uneasily in an armchair, they were interrupted as an angel walked in through another door.

“It’s time you left,” he said sternly. “You’ve all lingered in this place long enough.”

Trowa frowned. “What do you mean ‘leave’?” he asked skeptically as Heero shook Duo awake.

“I mean Niravaana is back to normal now, since Prince Machiavel has agreed to come to some kind of understanding with Lady Mary over the destination of evil specters, you’ve no further purpose here.”

The Heavyarms pilot defiantly got to his feet. “But what about Quatre?”

“He’s going to be just fine in a few days,” the angel continued. “But he doesn’t need your help. In fact, the less interference that there is from humans, the better. Just be cooperative and come along.”

Duo glared at the angel as he left the room. “Some nerve! How dare he! We can’t possibly leave without seeing Quatre first.”

“He’s still unconscious,” Trowa said sadly. “This might work out. Quatre wouldn’t let this happen unless we were safe, would he?”

“That’s not the point-”

Trowa rounded menacingly on the Deathscythe pilot. “Duo, just drop it!”

The braided boy did as he was told, knowing that Trowa never snapped at anyone unless it was something extremely important. “Sorry, Trowa. You’re right, we should go.”

Heero exchanged worried glances with his lover as Trowa turned his back to them and walked out of the room. They followed and immediately found Wufei stood with Kreigan. The demon stepped forward to speak with their guide. “Wufei wants to stay here,” he said bluntly.

“What!?” Duo exclaimed at the Altron pilot. “Are you actually telling us you’d rather be dead?”

“I’d rather be dead than be separated from him for most likely more than another eighty years, yes!” Wufei argued back. “Surely Barton can understand this… wait, aren’t you staying?”

The angel spoke up, “He needs someone to vouch for his existence here. Kreigan can for you, so your stay is fine. Trowa however, hasn’t got a guardian. Wufei, if death is what you want then you have every right to it. Which realm do you want to remain in?”

“I’ll stay in Enf- um, Vardynne,” Wufei stammered.

The angel confirmed his decision with the words “There’s no going back on this now. This is death and this is permanent,” and pressed a hand to the nervous Chinese boy’s chest.

Wufei gasped as he literally felt the life sucked out of him, the pulling in his veins and his muscles as his human spirit was drawn from his body was so much an alien feeling it made him want to let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Scenes from every aspect of his life raced through his head. It sunk him into darkness as flashes of light stabbed in front of his eyes, conjuring up memories he didn’t even know he had. Almost as if he was in Wing Zero all over again.

Having had his breath stilled for about two minutes he drew in a harsh panting breath, his eyes wide with torment and virtually collapsed into his lover’s arms behind him. ‘I just died… *again*’ He shook off his confusion, reasoning that he had the an eternity to figure this place out. He tried to level out his thoughts and found the more he thought, the more he slipped towards unconsciousness.

After witnessing Wufei’s ordeal, Duo was more sure than ever that he wanted to go home. He stepped forwards as the Altron pilot steadied himself, and held out his hand. Wufei seemed to follow his idea and shook the Deathscythe pilot by the hand.

“It’s not gonna be the same without you, Wufei,” Duo said sincerely.

Wufei nodded. “Still, it’s not as if we’re never going to see each other again, right?”

Heero smiled a little as the angel ushered them from the room. “I’ll see you in about eighty years then, Chang,” he replied with an aberrant salute.

“You too, Yuy.”

TBC…

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