Hope From the Past - Part 3 by
Keara
Standard disclaimers apply
//Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real//
“Crawling” by: Linkin Park
Heero watched as Trowa tended to the young blonde. Wufei stepped over
to Heero, a tin cup in one hand. “Here.” Wufei said, offering
him the cup.
Heero nodded, but didn’t take the cup. He stood, lifting Duo
into a more upright position, then sat behind him, holding him up.
“Thanks.” He said, taking the cup from Wufei.
Heero frowned, noticing that Duo had once again fallen into unconsciousness.
However, he still held the cup to his lips, hoping he would drink.
Still unconscious, Duo reached up and grabbed Heero’s hand,
trying to get more from the cup than Heero was allowing him to drink.
He seemed to want to gulp it down, obviously starving. Heero was stronger
though, so Duo’s actions were futile. Eventually, the long-haired
youth gave up, letting his hand drop back down beside him.
Duo whimpered as the now empty cup was taken away from his lips,
his brow furrowing slightly. Heero put the cup aside, worry entering
his heart for the youth he held in his arms.
“Sshh.” Heero hushed, running gentle fingers along the
edge of Duo’s face, trying to keep him calm, although he was
uncertain of how to do it. He didn’t have very much experience
in being gentle. He was a trained soldier, raised from birth to fight
against the Taltheans. It was all he knew. Helping another was quite
uncommon in his life. He just hoped that he was doing this comforting
thing correctly.
Duo’s eyes opened minutely and he reached up with a trembling
hand to weakly grasp the one that Heero was brushing across his face.
A hint of a smile graced Duo’s pale features for an instant
before his eyes closed once again.
Heero sighed, concerned. He wondered if Duo had been kept in cryogenic
stasis for as long as Quatre had. They did seem to know each other
well, so it was a strong possibility. Heero worried over how Duo would
react to finding out that he and Quatre had been kept prisoner and
abused for almost three hundred years.
“I’m going to go back up top and see if the coast is
clear. If it is, I will contact base and send for reinforcements and
Sally.” Wufei announced.
Heero nodded, then reached into a pocket. “Here.” He
said, tossing Wufei a flashlight.
“Thanks.” Wufei replied, turning and walking away without
any further discussion.
Heero turned his attention back to Duo, stroking one hand across
one of Duo’s soft, but deathly pale cheeks. The heat radiating
from Duo’s face was unsettling, causing Heero nothing but worry.
If Duo didn’t get help soon, he might not make it through the
night.
*****
Wufei went back the way they had come, going back up through the same
manhole that had led them down into the subway system in the first
place. He glanced around, thankfully not seeing any Taltheans, before
he hauled himself out of the manhole. He stayed low to the ground,
keeping a careful watch out for any sign of movement.
He pulled out his transmitter and turned it on, fixing the headset
on himself, then sticking the earpiece into his ear. “HQ, come
in.” Wufei said, not worrying about the Taltheans picking up
the signal. It was a scrambled frequency and then there was the fact
that the Taltheans didn’t monitor human broadcasts, thinking
it was just a waste of their time.
“HQ, this is Chang . . . respond.” Wufei repeated, his
voice barely above a whisper just in case any patrols were nearby.
“Wufei? That you?” Noin’s familiar voice replied.
“Where the Hell have you been? You were supposed to have reported
in almost an hour ago!”
“Sorry. We got sidetracked. We found something interesting
in the Talthean base. I’m going to need you to send Sally and
something to transport two injured people.” Wufei answered.
“Injured? Who was injured . . . Heero . . . Trowa?” Noin
asked, her voice sounding panicked.
“No, Heero and Trowa are well. We just acquired some new .
. . friends . . . and they are unwell.” Wufei said.
“Understood.” Noin replied. “Give me your location
and I’ll have a team sent to you . . . including Sally.”
Wufei nodded, although he knew that Noin couldn’t see it. Then,
he gave his position, telling her to be careful of Talthean patrols
that might still be lurking around. Wufei stayed where he was, waiting
patiently. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait too long.
About an hour later, several people cautiously made their way into
the building, their faces obscured by black hoods. Wufei saw them
and motioned them over. One of the people pulled off their hood to
reveal herself to be Sally.
“So . . . where are my patients?” Sally asked.
Wufei briefly explained the situation, telling her how they had found
Duo and Quatre, and the condition that they were in, as he led her
and the others down into the subway system. The other rebels followed
behind, a couple remaining up top to keep watch.
*****
Trowa watched as Quatre slowly began to awaken. The blonde groaned,
his eyes fluttering open. He smiled as he looked up at Trowa, apparently
not upset about being embraced by the tall rebel. Trowa smirked back,
although he continued to worry.
A pale, trembling hand reached up to caress Trowa’s cheek.
Trowa broke eye contact with the blonde to glance over to Heero, only
to see that his friend was totally focused on Duo. Trowa’s eyes
widened and he snapped his head down to stare in shock at Quatre when
he felt the blonde’s other hand slip down the front of Trowa’s
pants. Quatre’s hand hadn’t gotten too far, since he hadn’t
unbuckled the belt or unfastened the pants, but his fingers went just
far enough to brush against a very sensitive part of Trowa’s
anatomy. The feel of his slightly chilled fingers brushing against
Trowa’s skin was startling, although quite pleasant.
Trowa moaned, despite his efforts to keep it back. Trowa leaned over,
whispering into Quatre’s ear, as the hand in his pants continued
to move against him. “Please . . . stop.” Trowa whispered,
not wanting to take advantage of Quatre when the blonde was obviously
in a vulnerable condition.
Quatre’s eyes glazed over with tears, and the hand he had slipped
down Trowa’s pants stopped moving, although it was not taken
out. The blonde closed his eyes, his lips trembling as he took his
one hand away from Trowa’s face, the other remaining down the
front of Trowa’s pants.
“I’m sorry.” Quatre whispered, crystalline tears
seeping from under his long, dark lashes.
Before Trowa could reply, Wufei returned, bringing Sally and a few
others with him. Trowa looked up as Sally approached, just continuing
to hold the blonde in his arms. Sally smiled, stealing glances at
both Quatre and Duo before she walked over and knelt in front of Quatre.
Sally smiled once again. “Let’s just take that hand out
of there, huh?” She smirked, pulling Quatre’s hand away
from Trowa’s pants.
Trowa felt a blush force its way across his face, and turned his
head away out of embarrassment. He moved himself aside, allowing Quatre
to lie down again so that Sally could look him over better. However,
he remained sitting on the seat beside the attractive blonde.
“Happy to see me, Mr. Barton?” Sally asked, grinning.
Trowa looked at her, confused, then glanced down at himself. He had
been embarrassed before and he was even more so now. He crossed his
legs uncomfortably, shifting to hide the bulge that had appeared in
his pants. It wasn’t his fault that he found the blonde so damn
attractive or that he had been aroused by that wonderful hand touching
him. It was only a natural reaction.
Quatre looked up at him, apologetically. “Sorry.” He
whispered.
Trowa smiled slightly, but didn’t say a word. He just felt
too embarrassed about this. Quatre returned the smile briefly, before
Sally gained the blonde’s attention. She gave him a quick physical,
smiling reassuringly at him and whispering soothing words meant to
keep him calm. Then she got up and stepped over to Duo, giving him
her full attention.
A few minutes later, Sally gestured for Trowa and Heero to follow
her. Trowa got up, reluctantly leaving Quatre’s side. Trowa
was grateful that he had been given the time to calm himself. He really
didn’t want to go walking around with a hard-on all day. But
he still didn’t want to leave Quatre alone for too long.
Sally sighed. “Those boys are in serious need of medical attention.
They’re addicted to some drug . . . there’s signs of sexual
assault . . . malnutrition . . . dehydration. The one with the long
hair has massive blood loss, not to mention the state of shock that
has set in. He’s near comatose. And that blonde is just barely
fairing any better. Without more tests, I can’t be sure what
else is wrong with them.”
“Can you help them?” Heero asked.
“I don’t know. You say they are about three hundred years
old? Being repeatedly thawed and frozen again could not have been
beneficial to their conditions.” She rubbed the bridge of her
nose between her thumb and forefinger. “If I can get them back
to base and to my medical equipment they have a better chance.”
“Then let’s go.” Trowa suggested.
“Wait, can we just take them back to base? For all we know
they were set there as a trap to end the resistance once and for all.
The Taltheans could have wanted you to find them.” Sally said,
her voice lowered.
“I won’t just let them die, Sally.” Trowa hissed.
“They’re humans just like us. They’ve been abused
for almost three centuries. We can’t just abandon them.”
“And that blonde might be Quatre Raberba Winner.” Heero
stated.
“Iria Winner’s brother?” Sally gasped.
Heero nodded. “We have to know for sure whether he is or not.”
“Yes. There would be so many people that would want to meet
him if he is Quatre Raberba Winner.” Sally nodded. “We’ll
take them back to base, but we’ll increase the number of guards.”
“Good.” Trowa replied.
Sally motioned for the other soldiers to step forward. But as soon
as they started approaching Quatre, the blonde began trembling, looking
at the hooded figures with terror in his eyes. Trowa stopped them
from getting closer.
Trowa smiled down at the blonde, holding out a hand. “We’re
going to take you someplace safe, okay?” He said, soothingly.
Quatre nodded, smiling slightly, although his eyes repeatedly drifted
over to look at the other men. He took hold of Trowa’s hand.
Trowa knelt and lifted Quatre into his arms, glad that the blonde
had taken hold of his hand. It meant that Quatre trusted him, even
if only slightly. However, he knew that Quatre wouldn’t be able
to walk, let alone stand on his own. So carrying him was the only
choice. He glanced over and saw that Heero had picked up Duo, carrying
the limp form of the unconscious young man in his arms as carefully
as he could manage.
Then the two of them followed Sally, the guards in front and behind
them, as they left the subway system. A vehicle was waiting nearby,
partially hidden behind some debris. Trowa and Heero got in, keeping
their precious bundles close to them as the car was started, holding
tightly to the two youths as they were driven back to base. Trowa
only hoped that neither would die from their injuries.
*****
“Commander . . . here are the results of the examinations on
the toys as you requested, sir.” A low-level soldier said, holding
out a pad.
The Talthean Commander took it, dismissing the soldier with his other
right hand, as he looked over the contents on the pad, watching as
the information crossed the small, computer like screen. The information
was just what he had been waiting for, what they had been trying to
accomplish for several decades now. However, it didn’t make
him happy to see this. Not since the two subjects had been stolen
from the base that very night.
“Send out more patrols. I want those two brought back to me
immediately . . . Alive!” He ordered, furious that his precious
toys had been stolen from him.
Several soldiers rushed out of the control room, to deliver his orders
to the other sectors most likely. The Commander just stood there,
crossing his four arms over his chest as he silently seethed. Those
two were his. No one stole from him.
“Bring me the Enforcers!” He commanded, watching smugly
as another soldier rushed to obey his newest order. All these men
feared him . . . none would dare disobey him. And now that they knew
he was angry, they would do anything to ensure that he didn’t
take out his anger on one of them. He had been known to kill without
any known provocation.
The Enforcers would ensure that his precious toys would be returned
to him. The two of them never failed. How could they, when they were
humans themselves? They could go where no Talthean could ever get
into.
The commander chuckled to himself, knowing that soon he would have
what he wanted. His toys would soon be back in his hands, and he could
once again have fun with that blonde again. What a lovely creature,
despite the fact that it only had two arms. Perhaps he would start
with the long-haired one this time. It was quite enjoyable, and more
fun to be rough with. Considering the information he had just received
though, it might do good to just leave the both of them be for the
time being.
Maybe he would wait to send the Enforcers, let the humans who stole
the toys relax a little. They might get sloppy. He nodded to himself,
deciding to just inform the Enforcers that their services would be
needed soon. There was no rush. Let the humans care for the toys,
spare the Talthean physicians the trouble of touching the creatures.
*******
TBC
*******
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