16-Mar-2001
Category: Fluff, sap
Rating: PG
Pairings: 1+3
Warnings: None.
Language?
Feedback: C&C
Notes: Well, I had written a sequel to Deuce
that promptly got LOST on the computer I was using a day or two ago. So rather
than trying to rewrite it again (and it was good too damn it!), I've written
this little fluff piece instead. [Don't worry, eventually I'll re-write it
again. Promise].
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency and are only being used for non profit entertainment purposes.
I almost made it inside the safe house to my room without anyone noticing. I was injured, but that was nothing new. It's all part of the job, part of the training, part of life.
"Ohayo Heero," Duo called out while watching some program on television. "How was the mission?"
"Hn," I responded. I can tell him all about it later, I have to get to my room before...
"Hurt yourself again?" a quiet voice wafted through the room.
Damn Trowa! "Hn."
All eyes in the room are turned on me. I shrugged. "It is of no consequence, the mission was a success."
Dark green eyes burrowed into me. I could always feel his gaze upon me, even when he's not even in the same room. It's both a comforting and unsettling feeling. "Come to the kitchen and let me check your injuries."
Ah, I can see the others start to leave. They have all witnessed this endless argument between Trowa and myself. He has decided his mission in life is keeping me patched up. I know how to take care of myself up just fine. I was trained to do so. Quatre and the others long ago gave up on trying to nurse me back to health. Unlike the others though it wasn't like he hadn't done it before. When I self-destructed months ago, it was Trowa who took care of me with that crazy girl who had a soup fetish. Yes, he also kept an eye out for me while I sought out relatives of Noventa, and he was there in Antarctica when Zechs Merquise wanted to challenge me again. I guess he figures since he was there all those times, he should continue nursing duties.
"No," I gritted out.
Trowa didn't flinch. He never does. He quietly waits to wear down my resistence. This time however, he did the unexpected. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen. His hands felt warm in mine. I raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
He pushed me to the table to sit. "Stay here. I'll get the medkit. You move from this spot and I will hunt you down. Understand?"
I sighed. Better get it over with. "Hai," I said resigned to my fate.
Duo walked by the kitchen, saw me on the table and started snickering.
"Omae o ..."
Duo cut me off, still laughing. "I know, I know," he said between cackles. "Just remember we all have to eat off this table, so don't go doing anything that ..."
"Maxwell! Stop teasing the animals," Wufei said barely concealing his own laughter.
"Okay you two, out of here, now," Trowa said in a steady but authoritative voice.
Pilots 02 and 05 left, still mirthful. I glared at Trowa. "And you want to know why I don't like anyone treating me?"
Trowa smiled. "I can see your point. But look at it this way, if I patched you up in your room or mine, it would be much worse."
I nodded. "I agree."
Trowa ignored what looked like my most obvious injury. I was bleeding from the left shoulder. "What happened?"
"My fault. The detonator in one of the bombs was faulty. It went off three seconds before it was suppose to."
Trowa raised an eyebrow, otherwise his face looked as neutral as always. "It's a lucky thing you weren't lingering too close to it."
"Close enough to hurt myself," I said, gasping slightly when Trowa's hands roamed over my rib cage.
"I don't think they're broken, but I'll wrap that. Now let's look at the shoulder," He said, his hands never leaving my body. It was almost as if the warmth of his hands were sending healing waves through to me. I know that sounds stupid. I don't know why he affects me so.
I didn't quite make out what he was saying. I was concentrating on the small flecks of brown in those green eyes. "Nani?"
"I said, this shoulder will need a few stitches. Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" He asked as his hands were now placed on either side of my head, tilting it back, checking my pupils.
I checked my impulse of grabbing him and kissing him. I start to wonder when I started thinking that way about him.
"Your pupils are even. So no concussion, good," Trowa said as his hands left me for the first time since the examination started. I missed them.
He pulled out a syringe. "This will numb you while I work."
"I know, I have had stitches. But you shouldn't waste the resources. I can take being stitched without it," I said.
"I think we are all aware of your tolerance for pain, Heero, but humor me please," Trowa said bemused. The novocaine was injected into my shoulder and I'm sorry that I can no longer feel his fingers as he worked on the wound. "I won't stitch it up all the way, it could become infected that way."
I nodded at him. "I do know this stuff why tell me the obvious?"
Trowa looked at me. I see the faintest of blushes on his face. He shrugged, "Something to do?"
I laughed. Trowa started at it before joining in. He went back to putting in stitches.
"All done. Let me get the tape for your ribs," he said as he turned away.
Instinct took over and I found myself grabbing Trowa's arm. He turned to look at me. I pulled him close and kissed him with my eyes opened so I wouldn't miss a thing.
Trowa's eyes got wide before they slowly closed. He tasted sweet and I was a little sad when he pulled away.
"What did you do that for?" he asked a little breathless.
I shrugged. "I wanted to thank you."
"Oh," he said before I pulled him to me again for another kiss, this time with my eyes closed.
"Oi, Yuy, didn't I tell you that table is for eating?"
I stopped and glared. I know I've threatened to kill Duo many times. But I swore to whatever god he believed in that someday I will finish the job!
OWARI
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