Title: You're my blood type
Contains: Shonen ai, mild angst, a little sap, OC
Warnings: blood, swearing
Pairings: 1+2/2+1, 4+2&3, 5xS, others unknown as of now
Notes: Got an idea and decided to do something different with it. Let me know if you think I should continue with it- well, I'm continuing it anyways, but I'm not sure how long it'll be.
Status: 1/?
Archived: Joygasm, Infinity base, I love bishonen site, DHML, and another one possibly
Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters, nor am I making any money out of this. This is for my pleasure only, and I'll return the boys as is when I'm done. Er…well, not completely as is. ^_^


Location: North America, White cold safe house number 05769-444763.
Time: 1:04 AM
Occupants: 01, 02, 04, 05, and Sally Po.

He slumped over, trying to find something stable to lean against. His left shoulder hit the doorframe of the safe house and he winced in pain. He could barely keep his eyes open from the swelling around his face and the blood dripping down his forehead. He forced himself to stand upright, and then he almost stumbled through the little house, not bothering to close the door behind him.

Somehow, he found his bedroom, which he shared with Quatre. The reason for this different accommodation was because Trowa was off on a long mission in Europe and wouldn't be back for another two weeks at the latest. So, being the sweet friend that he was, Duo had opted to share a room with him instead of Heero so he wouldn't be lonely. This pleased the little Arabian very much, and he squeezed the piss out of the longhaired boy. Duo flushed from slight embarrassment and something else.

He lay down on his bed with a flop, not even bothering with taking off his clothes, and he was out like a light. His golden-brown hair was partially out of his braid, and his bangs were damp with blood and sweat. His breathing was still heavy, with sounds of rasping coming from his mouth and throat. The left side of his neck was all bruised and swollen. Two of his ribs were cracked, and three of his fingers on his left were broken along with the nails completely gone. And there was a wound on his left thigh almost as big as a fist.

Before sleep took over his body, the last thought Duo had was knowing that the others would be back from their missions in about an hour or so. He slept fitfully; almost endless nightmares plagued his mind.


Time: 2:45 AM

"I told you, didn't I?" Quatre huffed, looking down at Heero with hands on his hips. "Now quit being Mr. Tin man and let me help you!" the blond proceeded to lift the Perfect Solider up once more and slung one arm around his shoulders.

"Quatre…" Heero grounded through his teeth, "I said I can walk by myself."

"And you're the biggest liar on this side of the Earth. Why won't you let others help you?"

Quatre finally got Heero into the safe house. He got him to sit down on the couch and to stay put so he could get the first aid kit when he passed by the hallway that led to their bedrooms. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small trail of blood leading from the living room all the way to the front of the door to the bedroom that he and Duo shared. With a lot of concern, he followed that red trail to the door and opened it. He gasped so loud that it made Heero stand up in alert, completely forgetting about his injuries.

"Quatre?" Heero said loudly, "What's wrong?"

"We need to get a hold of Sally!"


It wasn't too long and Sally arrived along with WuFei. Sally did all she could for Duo, along with bandaging up his broken ribs and fingers. But the pilot of Deathscythe needed blood badly, and she suggested that they take Duo to a pacifist hospital as quickly as possible, preferably now, so he could get the blood he needed.

"Does anyone know what type he is?" Sally asked with hope.

Heero and WuFei shook their heads. Quatre sighed and did too, "Nobody knows what his blood type is. No one that we know anyways."

"Maybe we could contact Howard," Heero suggested, "He isn't far from here, and he needs to know about Deathscythe's condition anyways."

"Good idea, Heero." Quatre said, getting on his cell phone. "I'll call him right away."


Location: Mercy hospital
Time: 3:35 AM
Occupants: Heero, Duo (Unconscious), Quatre, WuFei, Sally, Howard, and Dr. Thompson

Duo was lying on the stretcher and was escorted into the emergency room. They quickly discovered the boy's blood type and gave him whatever they had. But they were running out of the O negative blood. Being a hospital for both sides of the war wasn't always easy and neither was getting all the supplies that they needed. Duo needed three pints of blood when all they had left was a pint.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice." Quatre said to Howard, shaking his hand.

"It's not a problem. You know I'm rather fond of that boy. He's like a son to me."

Quatre smiled, "He's like a brother to me. I'd really hate to see him give up so soon."

"The hospital needs help." WuFei said, walking along side of Sally.

Sally agreed by nodding her head and replied, "They're running out of O- blood."

"O negative?" Howard said with a raised brow.

"Yeah. If they don't find some soon, Duo…" Sally looked away.

Quatre sighed, "I wish I could help, but I'm the wrong type."

"I'm O negative." Howard smiled.

All eyes light up.

"Oh Howard, could you?"

"Not a problem. I'd do anything for the boy."

"This is wonderful!" Sally beamed, "Follow me." Howard immediately did.

"By the way," Quatre said, turning to WuFei, "Where's Heero?"

"He's…in with Duo."

"Oh. Cause I need to talk to him."

"Don't worry, he'll be out here. I don't think they'll let him stay in there while they do the preparations. But knowing Heero he might `persuade' them to let him stay."

"I'm worried about him, WuFei." Quatre put his arms around himself.

"Don't be. He'll be fine once they get some of Howard's blood in him."

"No, not Duo. I know he'll be fine. I meant Heero."

WuFei sighed. "I understand."


The room was deadly quiet, and to Heero's surprise, he didn't like it that way. It was too much of a reminder of what almost happened to his best friend and comrade. He couldn't help it, but he felt some kind of pull to him. Of course, Duo was that kind of person. Heero figured that it had to do with his personality and his way of looking at life, but something in the back of his mind told him there was more to it.

Heero squeezed the idle hand tighter, hoping beyond hope that he would be ok soon. His mind flashed back to the last time they were in a mission together and Duo had been beaten quite badly cause they were trying to get information from him. Even the beating that Heero got didn't seem as painful when he saw how badly the pilot of Deathscythe was. But he knew that Duo wouldn't say a word. He learned that Duo was very stubborn when it came to his missions. Even though the boy talked and talked his ear off, he sure knew how to keep his mouth shut.

Heero lowered himself to the unconscious boy and was just about to give him something to aid in his healing when the doctors walked in. Heero stood himself up quickly, pretending that he was looking at the heart monitor. What peeked his curiosity though, was that Howard was right behind them.

"Ok Heero, we found a way to help him," Dr. Thompson was saying. Next to him was Sally, one doctor that Heero knew he could trust.

"How?" Heero could help asking, he was looking straight at Sally.

"Howard here came to the rescue." Sally told him, loving that look of worry in the Wing pilot's eyes. "He has O- blood and is willing to give Duo as much as he needs."

Heero looked relieved and then shot his eyes toward the sleeping comrade, "I want to stay." He had no idea why that came out of his mouth. He meant to only think it.

Sally noticed and smiled sweetly, "Please go relax in the waiting room and don't worry. I'm sure Duo will be fine now that we have a way to help save him. Besides that, WuFei told me that he wanted to ask you something. He's waiting for you, along with Quatre, in the waiting room."

Heero sighed, nodding, "Fine. But you know what will happen if anything goes wrong." He walked out slowly, giving Dr. Thompson a warning glare.


Heero finally made his way out to the waiting room, and he noticed right away that WuFei had his eyes fixed on him. Quatre was also staring, but Heero paid him no heed.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Heero asked with no amount of amusement or curiosity. It seemed that Heero didn't like being pulled away from Duo's side, and WuFei considered this with caution.

"Yes. I hope you don't mind me asking if you were all right or not. You look pretty banged up as well. You should get some medical treatment."

"How long have you known me, WuFei? You know I can take care of myself."

WuFei sighed, "That's not what I mean. I know perfectly well that you can take care of yourself. I just figured that you might want that kneecap of yours looked at. Quatre told me that you've been having troubles walking after the last mission."

Heero moved closer to the Chinese boy, ignoring the troubled glance that Quatre was giving them. WuFei didn't budge as Heero came almost nose-to-nose with him.

"Duo's health was more important at the time and you know that!"

"Yes, but now that he's in stable hands and we know he'll be getting better, I think that you should have Sally look at your knee."

Heero stood there glaring for a few seconds before he closed his eyes and then walked over to one of the seats. Both WuFei and Quatre noticed the slight limp in his step, and the Arabian pilot shot WuFei a worried glimpse.


Fear was not normally in his dictionary, even being scared wasn't in his vocabulary. One fear he thought he'd gotten rid of during the war, and it was staring him dead in the face. Sally saw the alarming look in the old man's eyes and tried to calm him as best she could.

"Remember, Howard, you're doing this for Duo." Sally thought she should remind him.

"I know, Sally, I know. I just forgot about this old fear of mine. Is there anyway that you could conk me out before you do this?" he brought his gaze over to the longhaired boy on the other bed, watching his chest rise and fall.

Sally shook her head, "Please stay awake. You need to eat once in a while to keep up your own strength. You'll be giving him a lot of blood you know, and being as old as you are you need all the strength your body can get."

Howard's eyes stayed glued to the still boy, "Alright, but make it quick. I just hope I don't pass out on you."

"You shouldn't. Just keep concentrating on Duo if that helps."

After finally getting the needle secured in Howard's arm, Dr. Thompson walked in with a clipboard and a really confused look on his face. He beckoned Sally over to him. Once she was finished with her priorities, she wandered up to the doctor, asking in a hushed voice, "What?"

"I found out some information from the blood sample of Howard's."

"He's in good shape isn't he?"

The doctor nodded, "Why yes of course. It's just that he… well you're not gonna believe this but…we've discovered that he's a close relation with our patient here."

"Close relation? How close?" Sally asked, wide eyed.

"Well…we've narrowed it down to a couple possibilities. We haven't finished with all the tests just yet. But we can say for sure that he's not a cousin."

"Continue with the tests. I'm sure that they would both love to know this information as well." Sally peered over and saw that the old man did in fact pass out. She sighed, "If the old guy lives through this."