Cracked Reflections Epilogue/5+ Epilogue & Prologue
Memories that Never Happened
Series: Gundam Wing
Pairings: 1x2x1 (background), 3+4+3 (suggested), 5xMerian
Spoilers: Yes, but only of you can recognize the changes. (Can't
say more or I'll ruin the story.)
Warnings: (for the whole fic now!) Het, Yaoi, Death, Angst, AU
(in a weird way), Violence, Suggested NCS, Prostitution,
Suicide, Drugs, Bastardized Quatre (I think...), Language, and
Generalized Freaky Things
By Moon Faery
Archived: (eventually at) Moon Faery's Garden
(http://www.fanfiction.net); Kiss of Death [my new site!]
else that asks nicely.
Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass
from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not
own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However,
this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to
Author Notes: Suggested listening for this fic (I know, it's a
lil late, ne?). WARNING: this is mainly country. Second warning:
it may not necessarily fit with the plot, which is why this
isn't a song fic. ^^;; These are just the main songs that I
listened to while writing this.
Prologue - Much Too Young (to Feel This Damn Old) by Garth Brooks
1 - A Night to Remember by SheDaisy
2 - The Promised Land by Joe Diffie; Fancy by Reba McEntire (sp?)
3 - Lightning Does the Work by Chad Brock
4 - Independence Day by Martina Mcbride
5 - In Lonesome Dove by Garth Brooks
Epilogue - The Mirror Song by Thomas Dolby from the Toys Soundtrack
*** AC 195 ***
The alarm clock buzzed loudly from across the room,
snapping Duo back into reality. "What the hell..? God damn, that
was a weird ass dream..." Twisting around in his chair, he looked
at the clock. "An hour? I've been sitting here for an hour?"
Shifting around in his chair he stood, wincing slightly as his
spine made an awful cracking sound. Ignoring the sharp pain that
radiated from his lower back, he padded over to the bed and gently
shook Heero after slapping the alarm off.
"Heero, c'mon, it's been an hour. You've gotta wake up..."
Frowning worriedly at the lack of response, he shook his lover
harder. "Heero, wake up!"
Heero's face scrunched up tiredly, but he opened blearily
blue eyes to glare at Duo. "I'm awake," he grumbled, trying to sit
Duo frowned a little more and slipped an arm under him to
help. "How're you feeling?" he asked, placing a few extra pillows
behind the wounded boy's back.
"Like I didn't want to be woke up." Heero glanced at Duo
out of the corner of his eye and smiled a little. "Better."
"Oi, Heero, give a guy a heart attack, why don't ya?" Duo
joked, slipping back onto the bed and snuggling up against the
other boy, carefully resting his head on the only uninjured part of
him: his lap. "Imagine, you, joking! The guys'll never believe it!"
Heero smirked a little more and chucked, fingers reaching
down to brush Duo's cheek. "If you don't tell them that I joked, I
won't tell them that you spent an hour staring at that mirror..."
Taking a quick look at the mirror in question, he tensed up, eyes
widening slightly as he stared.
Turning his head a little, Duo nibbled on the tip of
Heero's finger. "Deal." He looked up at Heero, grin falling off his
face when he saw the other pilot's stunned expression. "Heero?
What's wrong? Does something hurt?"
Heero was quiet for several long seconds. Finally he spoke.
"Duo... did you break the vanity mirror?"
Blinking in confusion, Duo replied, "No."
"Then why is it cracked?"
Without think about what he was doing Duo sat up in bed,
gemlike eyes going to the other side of the bedroom. Like Heero had
said, it was cracked in a spider web style, radiating outward from
the center like someone had punched it. What Heero hadn't mentioned
was the rivulets of bright red dripping down it, lining the cracks
in blood. Gory hand prints streaked across it in desperate-seeming
"Oh my God..." Duo breathed quietly. The dream he had while
staring at that mirror came back to him with complete clarity.
Shivering, Duo curled up into a ball, still staring at the mirror.
"Duo..?" Heero's voice sounded far away. "Duo, what
Turning dilated violet eyes to his lover, the American
barely managed to choke out, "A miracle."