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Hi there! Here's another HeeroxWufei story that I've been working on. I know, I know, the plot device is OLD, but I just couldn't resist. Enjoy!
"Heero! Get down!"
Wufei woke up with a strangled cry as he sat up and reached out for someone who wasn't there. It took him a few minutes to regain his bearings and he sat there, perfectly still, chest heaving, sweat trickling down his temple, eyes wide and scanning.
Home. I'm in bed.
Realizing the reality of where he was, the nightmare was banished from his thoughts and he ran his fingers through his hair and fell back onto the pillow with a groan.
I haven't had a nightmare since the war. Why now?
Knowing he wasn't going to be getting to sleep anytime soon, Wufei rolled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, then on to the kitchen with his last stop being his desk where he opened his laptop.
The blue light from the screen illuminated Wufei's face, giving his agitated face a sharper edge. The only sound was the rapid typing as he accessed the Preventor database. He only had to wait a few seconds before finding his answer. He sat back and stared at the screen, suddenly hoping that his nightmare was just that and not a warning of things to come.
Current Mission Location: Krylancelos Satellite
Wufei couldn't shake the sense of impending doom that his dream from two nights ago had instilled in him. As Heero was the subject of the dream and the only one of them out on a mission, he kept checking the former Gundam pilot's profile. Nothing had changed and it looked as if his paranoia would be unfounded. Until this morning. There, in stark white letters he saw the following:
Status: Injured, Category 3
Current Location: Medical Facility 5
Wufei's heart had stopped when he saw the word "Injured" and for a few seconds his eyes refused to read any further, but when he finally continued his relief was visible as he sighed and slumped back in his chair.
Category 3? That's pretty serious for most people, but for Heero…that's like a small knife wound. He's fine, thank the gods.
After Wufei closed the window on his laptop and started his work, his brows furrowed as he considered what he read.
What if the Category 3 is correct? What if he's seriously injured this time? But surely Une would have called, like she did when I ended up in the ICU. All of them were notified within hours of the accident. So why can't I shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong?
"Heero, hey man, how are you doing? 'Fei told me you were injured."
Heero's frown deepened as he wondered how Wufei found out he was injured and just how much of the situation he was aware of. Une agreed to keep this quiet. How the hell did he find out? It's not like him to pry into other people's missions.
Duo frowned as he heard the quick, curt response. What's his problem? Then Duo realized Heero was talking again and he tuned back in to the conversation.
…….calling to see if you could do me a favor.
When I get back I'm going to take it easy for a little bit and I would appreciate it if you could get my apartment ready for me.
"Wow, Heero, you must really be injured if you're going to rest."
Negative. Une's been promising me some time off for months so I'm taking it. I just hate to clean and shop. You know that.
Duo chuckled as he scribbled down a grocery list for his friend. "Yeah, yeah, and good ol' Duo is just here waiting to be of service, right?"
That's not what I meant.
"Relax, man, I'm just messin' with ya. I'll call the cleaning service in the morning. When will you be back?"
"Ok. I'll take care of everything."
Thanks, Duo. I'll see you in a few days.
Duo thought he detected something in Heero's voice that wasn't quite right, but he just chalked it up to Heero being grumpy because he was injured and just shrugged it off.
"No you won't. I'm heading out for a mission tomorrow so you'll have to wait to enjoy my company."
Right. Until then.
"Enjoy your time off man, you deserve it. Later!"
Heero disconnected the call and let the hand holding the phone fall onto the bed as if it were too heavy for him to hold up any longer. The nurse hesitantly reached out and took the receiver from him and placed it back on the base.
"Do you need anything else, Mr. Yuy?"
"Ok then. I'm just going to leave now. Would you like the lights left on?"
"What difference could that possibly make to me?"
The nurse bit her lip and frowned as she left the room, berating herself for the careless comment. Heero just lay there motionless, clenching fistfuls of sheets in an effort not to break out in a blind rage.
To be continued…….