Title: Worth
Fighting For
Author: Shinigami195
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ::Sequel to
Holiday From Hell:: The Special Unit Core for the Preventers have never failed
a case yet, but their newest case is a completely different matter. Heero Yuy
has gone missing and its up to them to find him. But old feelings are getting
mixed up in the case and it may lead to the downfall of the Unit.
Pairings: 2x1+2, 3+4 5+R
13+6 5x2
Warnings: Angst, OCC,
lemons, yaoi, NCS, Child Abuse, Death,
Disclaimer: I don’t own the
characters as I’m not older enough and I’m not clever enough.
Archived: www.fanfiction.net
Notes: This is a
sequel to Holiday From Hell but can be read separately. Set 3 years after
Holiday From Hell.
~#~ means
the beginning/ending of a flashback
WORTH FIGHTING FOR
Chapter 9 – A Long Tale
AN/ This Chapter Is
Set In Duo’s POV
NCS ocx2, 5x2 Lime
It was raining, I was still a
bit drunk (although I was sobering up pretty quickly), I was crying (something
I will only ever admit to doing this once), I was tired, I was cold, I was
hungry and I was riding a motorcycle, at night, without a helmet. Not all that
clever, but at that moment I didn’t honestly care. I was too angry, I was too
hurt, I couldn’t think straight.
All I knew was that I had to get
away, that I had to leave and there was only one place that I could really go
to.
The holiday home of a stranger
who I had met for a brief few minutes in a toilet.
Many would say I was mad.
I would tell them I was fucking
desperate.
I pulled outside the address he
had given me, just as the first rays on sunlight began to creep into the sky,
and a pang of regret hit me, I had broken my promise of leaving without
watching a new sunrise across the lake.
I giggled at the thought
I had just lost everything I had
ever known.
My home,
My family,
My friends,
My Processions,
My Lover,
My Heero (Ok, the last two are
the same thing),
And here I was moaning over
missing something that happens every bloody day.
I clambered off my bike and
grabbed my duffel bag, not really thinking about the state I was in or how I
must look, or what I was going to say to Mike Brooke if he answered the door and that was a BIG IF, it was five in the
morning.
I reached the door and played a
drumbeat with their knocker before moving on and played a jingle with their
doorbell, I told you, I was still a
little bit drunk. I must have
annoyed him because when he opened the door, Mike looked extremely pissed off.
His eyes narrowed at me and
swept up and down my body, taking in my appearance. “Duo Maxwell isn’t it?” He
finally asked.
“Yes sir. Look I’m really sorry
to disturb you but I have no where really to go, I’m miles from my home town
and my father just found out that I’m gay and he’s disowned me and I have
nowhere to go and you said that if I ever needed help, to come to you.”
Mike just blinked.
“I don’t truly understand, it’s
5 in the morning. I’m half asleep, but you can come in, and crash on my sofa
and we’ll talk later, when we have both gotten some sleep and feel slightly
human.”
He stepped away from the door
and let me in.
“Toilet under stairs, living
room first door on left, kitchen is at the back.” Mike slammed the door shut.
“Thank you.”
Mike disappeared upstairs and I
headed into the living room, a few minutes later Mike come back downstairs and
he handed me a pillow and blanket. He then bid me a good morning and hurried
back upstairs.
With nothing else to do, I
curled up on the sofa under the blanket and went to sleep.
I found it strange that Mike
would let a complete stranger into his house, I could have killed him and his
boyfriend in their sleep and then stole all their worldly goods. When I asked
Mike about it, he smiled and showed me his gun, anyone that got within a meter
of him would be shot dead if Mike thought they were a threat, it shut me up.
After I woke up and sat down in
the kitchen, I poured my soul out to Mike, cried on his shoulder and confessed
how I was feeling. The emotion of emptiness, loneliness and unhappiness.
Mike then took his time to calm
me down, he told me it wasn’t my fault and that he lived near to my hometown
and the place he worked was the main policing force.
He was part of the Preventers.
How fucking cool is that?
Mike took me in and gave me a
home, much to his lover’s annoyance. Craig, Chris, his name was something like
that, we didn’t like each other much, and made it very obvious.
Mike got me a job working for
the Preventers and I took it (to be honest no one
would refuse a job in the Preventers, it is an extremely rare job and you have
to be fucking mad to pass it up). I dropped out of high school,
I only had a year left anyway and I finished my exams at the Preventers. I was
soon under going special training set by Lady Une (The head of the Preventers)
and as soon as my training was done with (a year later) she promoted me and
Mike to her top two agents, I don’t know what is
was that drove me to do my best, I guess you’ll find there was this small
little part of me that forced me to do my best so I could prove to my father
that I could make something of myself without him.
Through the year of training
Craig-what-his-face dumped Mike and left me to pick up the pieces. I helped
Mike through his break up, Mike helped me get a life together, a life that I
could call my own and that was all mine. I controlled everything, my income and
my outcome.
Mike became a father figure to
me and we worked well as a team.
I was promoted to Co-Leader of a
new Preventers Unit, one that would specialize in doing the stuff that was
considering extreme. Mike became the leader of the Unit and he told me to
locate and assign five young men to our unit.
I was honest stuck.
I had no real friends any more,
those I did have were still at school and every time I spoke to them, they
tried to convince me to go back, or they spent the whole time telling me about
my sister and my ex.
I had no idea who I was going to
chose.
I’ve always had this sort of
dumb luck; barely a week had gone passed since I had been promoted when I ran
(literally) head first into an old friend.
Trowa Barton.
Trowa and me had never been
really close, I was better friends to Quatre (Trowa’s boyfriend) than I was to
Trowa, yet Trowa took the time to take me for coffee and me and him talked. I
ended up telling Trowa about the Preventers and he showed a deep interest in it.
I had gotten my first recruit.
Soon after Trowa came Quatre,
the blonde was harder to convince and it took me nearly a month to swing Quatre
round. He finally decided to join when I admitted to him that Trowa would be
his partner and they would be the best team I had to offer.
Half my team was formed. I had
three men (Trowa, Quatre and Myself), I only needed another three.
And keeping with the theme of
childhood buddies, I tried to kill three birds with one stone.
It very nearly worked.
I located Trieze and stalked him
for about a week, before I finally confronted him. He seemed to think I was
joking about and he brushed me right off. I was pissed at his attitude towards
me.
So I moved past him and headed
for his young lover.
Chang Wufei.
I had known Chang for almost as
long as I had known the Yuy Family.
Wufei had a keen sense of
justice and he bended to my idea. Easy as pie. He signed up, becoming my field
partner.
And as a group of four, we
tracked down the remaining two members of our team, and I’ll tell you now, it
wasn’t easy.
“Remind me again why I am
playing as your bait?” Wufei asked us as we strolled into the Preventers Head
Office.
“Because you’re the one who
shares their bed.” Quatre gently informed Wufei who blushed bright red as Lady
Une raised an eyebrow at us.
“What’s this?” She asked me.
“Half my team.” I told her with
a smile.
“Half? I want a full team
Maxwell.”
“And you’re gonna get one.” I
promised. “I just need to ask a little tiny favour, you see I have located my
final two members… I just need to convince them.”
Lady Une pushed back her chair
and stood up, she glared at me.
“Why are you here?”
“To get your permission to use
any means possible to achieve my goal.”
“And your goal is to convince
these two… men, correct?”
She waved her hand at the rest
of my team and I nodded.
“How do you plan on going about
this?”
I paled, I knew if I told her
she wouldn’t give me permission to go ahead and do it, it was a good plan, it
was just… unethical.
“Well, um… you see Madam,” I
broke off as she glared at me. “Um… I don’t have a plan at the moment, but I….”
“Don’t lie Maxwell.” Wufei
snapped at me and I know why, he wasn’t happy with my plan, well, it did kind
of put him in danger but what’s the fun in life if you can’t live life on the
edge of a knife blade?
Don’t roll your eyes at me, I
knew what I was going on about.
“Ok, I do have a plan Madam, but
you wouldn’t like it.”
“Tell me it and we’ll see.” She
sat down again and we all stood there, feeling strangely out of place and she
gazed up at us with her large brown eyes that were hidden behind her glasses.
I slide into the seat on the
opposite side of her desk and I started to explain.
I was going to put Wufei into
some sort of danger, I had yet to decide what kind I would put him in, and then
I would inform Trieze and Zechs who would go and rush to his rescue and realise
that they made a great team together (out of the bedroom) and that they enjoyed
saving Wufei (who would reward them greatly for saving him, in the bedroom),
and then join my team.
Ok, it was a stupid idea, but I
was young and naïve and full of shitty ideas, and I was getting a bit
desperate.
Lady Une sighed and told me that
I had some good ideas but that one wasn’t one of them.
“Tell you what Maxwell, let us
invite these two men to the HQ for a few days, let them see you work and how
much you enjoy it.”
Lady Une refused to let me do
anything else.
I don’t know how Lady Une did
it, the woman is a genius but she managed to convince Wufei’s lovers to join
us.
I remember the day Mike met all
of us, we were all there, standing in Mike and mine’s office when he walked in
to find all of us fighting over codenames.
He just blinked at us before
turning round and walking out of the room, leaving us standing there still
fighting unaware of him or his actions.
He finally come back and got us
to shut up.
And our team was formed.
Mike Brooke was the office
leader, he controlled what missions we took and didn’t take, and he controlled
everything from his desk.
Me, Duo Maxwell, was the on
field leader, I controlled the dirty work. I made sure that my team knew what
they were meant to be doing and that they were ready to do it correctly. Me and
my partner, Chang Wufei, were the 1st in everywhere, we were the
ones who threw ourselves straight into the line of fire. As I say, I loved
living on the edge of a knife.
Trowa Barton and Quatre Raberba
Winner, made up the next partnership, Quatre wasn’t keen on field work so I let
him handing the clients and paperwork, but Quatre proved that he was an able
fighter in the 3rd mission we took as a team, he took down the
leader of a drug dealer gang with a well-placed kick and a few well chosen
moves. Trowa supported Quatre, he was an excellent hacker as well as a silent
thief, almost as good as me… ALMOST being the key word there. He was also very
flexible and it was, still is, freaky the way he is able to hide himself in the
smallest place or slide himself through the smallest curviest bends and holes.
All I can say is Quatre is lucky to have a lover like Trowa, I bet if Trowa
wanted to he could bend over easily and give himself a blow job, now that’s a
scary thought.
Zechs Marquis and Trieze
Khushrenada, the oldest partners in the team. They were my back up. Trieze had
the mind of a born leader and helped me out more than once when we got stuck in
a difficult situation, like the time when I managed to get myself, Quatre and
Trieze trapped in the attic of an assassin we were meant to be arresting. If
Trieze hadn’t been there Quatre and me would be dead. Zechs was a fighter, he
had the grace of a warrior and he wasn’t afraid to attack someone with a gun
while he himself was unarmed.
Everyone played an important
role in our team.
Everyone was equal and we all
respected and trust each other.
The Preventers were even kind
enough to buy us a large mansion for us all to live in, it’s a very nice place
with a secret underground storage area were we hide all our equipment… oops, I
wasn’t meant to mention that. Oh well, too late.
The main thing that scared me
the most, soon after the Special Core was formed, was when Howard, a friend
from downstairs firing range, came up to our office one day and handed us all
two fully loaded gun, with extra ammo, and a licence to kill.
It scared the shit out of me.
We spent weeks training with the
guns, and we all prayed we would never have to use them. During that time we
were all taught how to defend ourselves against each other, and I also learnt
the fine art of blades. No matter where I go I always have at least one knife
on me, Quatre always carried his knives as well. It makes us feel safe.
A year went by of us working
together, and not once did we ever have to use our guns.
I pulled mine out a few times,
but normally when people see a gun they come quietly with you, unless of course
they have a gun too.
I have a bullet wound on my
right shoulder from where some skinhead (shithead) shot me because I tried to
arrest him while he raped his girlfriend’s dead body.
That’s the kind of things we
have to deal with.
The sick freaks of America.
Aren’t we the lucky ones?
For a year we had good luck,
then we ran out.
It was our 43rd
Mission. Children were being sold to other countries as slaves and whores. It
took us ages to track down the men behind it.
For two whole months we
searched, researched, hacked etc trying to find things out but nothing came up.
Then Trieze’s sister (1) Mariemaya
disappeared. I don’t think I had even seen him so anger and afraid at the same
time.
We all were.
Mariemaya was
only seven years old and we were all her uncles. She loved us and we loved her.
The search to find this bastard
become more intense and everything burned.
It was Trowa who located the
area were the kids were being kept before being shipped out and we moved in
quickly.
I called in back up for two
other units and we all went down, even Mike.
What we saw shocked and
disturbed us. I can’t describe it, I’m sorry but it was too horrible, it was
like nothing we had even seen before and we all hated the men doing this to
those children.
We took down the guards easily
and then helped the kids, taking them to all the nearest hospitals. Over 150
kids were saved that night, a lot more were already dead and even more had been
shipped aboard all ready.
We couldn’t locate Mariemaya, and Trieze and Zechs had disappeared.
We were standing there, deciding
what to do when I heard four gunshots go off, one right after the other.
We stood there, frozen and it
was Wufei who moved first.
He cried out his lovers’ names
before speeding off towards the direction the noise come from, none of us
though twice, we gave chase.
We were arrived at the scene,
Wufei was crouched on the floor beside Trieze and Zechs’ bodies, and neither of
them was breathing. Across the room another men was laying, pants around his
ankles on a small cot, two bullets wounds in his chest, he was gasping for
breath, a lung had been puncture and he was losing a lot of blood, he was going
to die, no one wanted to help him or save him, especially after we saw the girl
laying crying next to him.
“Mariemaya.” Quatre whispered and he hurried to her, she cried against him as he disappeared with Trowa out of the room, her cradled in his arms.
“Wufei.” I moved next to my
friend and helped him up as the cleansing crew came it, the cleansing crew was
the ones who dealt with the dead and made sure the bodies were returned to the
proper people.
Slowly I helped Wufei move and
got him home.
The results of the day were
devastating. Over 200 children’s dead bodies had been found and reports of over
300 had been shipped aboard, the Preventers sent men out to bring the children
back, only 68 returned. We, the SPC (Special Core), had also lost two of our
team, two members of our family were dead and one of them we were losing
slowly.
Wufei locked himself in his room
and didn’t come out.
We left him alone for a while,
he needed it. But soon we grew worried, Wufei hadn’t left his room for two
weeks.
I climbed in through the window
to locate him, laying on his bed, sick with fever.
We got him to a hospital, and I
tried to help him deal with the lost of his loved ones.
I myself had lost Heero only two years before but I knew that Heero was alive and that offered me comfort but Wufei had nothing, his own family had disowned him, very much like my own, when he had told them he was gay.
Wufei and me were more similar
than we thought.
It took a long, long time for
Wufei to finishing his grieving, we stood by him. I can’t recall how many times
I held him at night as he cried out for them.
After that day I knew I could
never get on with life without my friends beside me. We supported each other
through the good and the bad and we all recovered from the pain we went through
at losing Trieze and Zechs.
May they both rest in peace.
A few months on, we started to
work again, the difference between then and before was big but we managed and
we could never find anyone to replace them although Lady Une has gotten on at
me about it many times.
It was about 4 months after
Trieze and Zechs died when we met the next mission that would cause us all
grief.
This was about, what… um… 6
months ago?
It started out as just a
friendly night out for Quatre’s 20th birthday, we went to a local
club.
I was dancing to the music, I
love dancing, especially when I know people are watching me. I let the music
move my body, let it decide what way I moved and how I moved. A guy came up to
me, black eyes with shoulder length black hair, nice build, a sweet tongue for
knowing what to say at the right moment. I wasn’t that interested in him but I
let him dance with me, he flirted and I flirted back, he brought me drinks and
we danced a lot. Then he tried to kiss me, I let him but I pulled back straight
away and I turned away, planning on locating the others and leaving. He grabbed
me and asked me to go home with him.
I told him I wasn’t interested,
that I had had my fun and now I wanted to go home with my friends. He called me
all the names under the sun, making me laugh at him as I scanned the crowd for
my friends. I found them and we left.
The guy followed.
So I turned round and with my
friends at my back I confronted him, demanding to know why he was following me.
He told me no one walks away
from him and he would always get what he wants.
He then tried to take me by
force. I do believe I broke his arm while he did it, I then turned on my heel
and strolled off but he didn’t give up.
By this time this guy was
pissing me off, I was begin to hate what he was doing and I growled at him as
he asked me for my name.
“It doesn’t matter to you who I
am, but if you must know, my name is Maxwell, Duo Maxwell.”
And laughing we strolled off
home.
The next few missions past until
we received an order to shut down a brothel located deep in the red light
district. It seemed a pretty easy job so Wufei and me went down there to do it
on our own. We arrived there, ready for action and someone came up behind us
and knocked us out.
Ever so nice of him
I woke up, god knows how much
later it was, to find myself chained on a bed.
And I panicked.
Anyone would, I was in a brothel
chained to a bed with no clothes on and I screamed the place down, my
irrational side taking change of the situation and making it a lot worst for me
coz as soon as I started to scream the people who had put me here came
running.
His name was Devalin Donavere.
He told me he loved me.
I laughed, told him he was mad.
He was the guy from the
nightclub and he sat on the bed beside me stroking my hair and he told me how
much he loved me and how much trouble he had gone through to bring me here. He
promised me he wouldn’t hurt me and he would only touch me with my permission.
I naturally refused him, I told
him the truth, I didn’t love him, I didn’t even know him and no matter what he
did or said I would never allow him to come near me with a ten foot long pole.
For ages I laid there on the bed
with nothing to do, my muscles ached from inactivity and I had little food.
Then one day Devalin’s brother
came in, he looked fucked off, he yelled at me and untied me, he pulled me from
the bed and I had no strength to fight him. He laid me on my front and whipped
me. I still have the scars, one of the reasons I don’t wear t-shirts that show
off my back.
And…
As I laid there, wincing in
pain, he raped me. It fucking hurt and I hated it. I was too weak to stop him
and too weak to help myself.
I cried into the pillow, crying
out for… well, I gave up, something inside of me that day died, I lost all
feelings and when Devalin came back, he asked me again if I could love him and
I told him I didn’t care, I had no real feelings any more. Devalin took that as
a sign and he went to use my body like his brother had.
I was ashamed but the chains
were removed and I worked my muscles up. I don’t know what it was that was
inside me, something told me I had to keep living, that I needed to get out and
survive and it was this… feeling… that drove me onwards as I worked my muscles
and located my own weapons hidden in a cupboard barely five meters from the
bed.
Devalin’s brother came back and
we fought, I ended up shooting him. I watched him die, a slow and painful death
and I didn’t even care.
Devalin came running up, he
stared at his brother and cried.
I told him to give up and I
left, he didn’t try to stop me.
A month went by while I was with
Devalin and the guys cheered when I return to them but their joy was short
lived, they knew something was wrong but I refused to talk to them about it.
A week after I returned I was
home alone when my doorbell went. I opened it and Devalin stood there.
“What do you want?” I asked, my
hand resting on the gun in my trouser belt.
“I’ve come to kill you.” He
replied.
“You can try, but you will not
succeed.”
“Want to bet?”
And he came at me with a knife,
trying to stab me in the chest. We ended up with his knife against my neck and
my gun against his temple.
“This is over, we both lost,
leave.” I told him and he did what I said.
“I swear.” Devalin turned and
looked back over his shoulder. “I swear I will kill you and the person you love
most.”
“You do that and I’ll finish the
job of killing your family.” I replied calmly and as soon as he left I curled
up in a ball and cried.
Wufei found me like that and he
carried me to my room.
“Shhh, Duo.”
I told him everything, I bared
my soul to him and he held me tight and told me everything would be alright.
For weeks we shared a bed, he
held me the way I had held him and he kept the nightmares away.
“Wufei?” I asked one night.
“Yes.”
“What’s it like to make love to
someone?” I asked, my head resting against his shoulder.
“You made love with Heero, you
know what it’s like.” He reminded me gently.
“I don’t remember.” I whispered
fighting back tears.
I can’t recall how it happened
or why, but the next minute I was leaning over Wufei, my lips pressing against
his.
Very soon our clothes were lost
and our bodies were moving in time together. He laid on top of me, our arousals
lined up perfectly as he rubbed his hips against mine and I moaned loudly as
his fingers pressed deep inside of me, opening me up so he could fit himself
into me.
I cried out as he slid his cock
deep into my body, pressing against my pleasure centre and sending stars across
my vision.
We moved, I impaled myself on
him as he thrusted deep inside of me and we reached climax at the same time.
We fell asleep together and
never talked about it.
I woke up the next morning to an
empty bed and I felt so guilty as I rolled over and ended up laying on the wet
patch I had made the night before. I cleaned the sheets and from that day Wufei
and me never shared a bed again.
I believe that Wufei loves me,
he certainly acts very protective towards me and I love him back, but I’m still
madly in love with Heero, even after so long of not being with him and I don’t
want anyone else part from Heero.
Wufei had done the trick, I
turned back to my normal self and I forgot about Devalin and what had happened
to me.
Days and weeks and months passed
and then I woke up one morning, came into work to discover my new mission was
to rescue Heero Yuy.
See, that’s my story from the
moment I forced Heero from my live to the moment when he re-entered it.
Not told that entire well, but
told enough for you to understand what I’ve been through the past three years.
After Devalin my life kind of
fell back into place.
And know with Solo accepting me
back into the family I can try and be with Heero again, if Heero accepts me
back and if he rejects me, I don’t know what I’ll do.
* * *
Relena held her brother tight as
he finished his story. She let him lean against her, his and hers tears mixed
together. She looked over at the entrance to the dining room and watched Solo
moved from the well lit door way to the bench her and Duo sat on.
“I heard it all.” He whispered,
Duo turned to him and Solo gently pulled his son into his arms, Solo’s hands
stroked his son’s braid trying to calm and relax Duo. “I’m so, so sorry Duo.”
And Relena slipped away quietly and Duo cried silently in his father’s arms,
letting the grief of the past three years overwhelm him and carry him into
sleep.
(1) I know she should
be his daughter.
AN/ Not as long as I
wanted it to be but I do like it, I don’t do POVs very well but I don’t think
it was that bad. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did. The 5x2 bit was there
because I need someone to remind Duo why he should live/care and show him how
to love. Comments?
TBC…