Title: Written in Blood
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 5x2, 3+4, 1+2 and various combinations there of.
Rating: action/mystery
Warnings: none in this part.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Takes place after the Eve Wars of Endless Waltz. Everyone works for the Preventers.
Feedback: AstroKender@aol.com
Disclaimers: GW isn't mine, go figure. So don't sue, k?


Part 17

Somehow, Quatre charmed his way past Une, who was quiet ready to make good on her threat of throwing them in jail. But a couple puppy-dog looks and big, tearful eyes and she gave up.

"Fine! You can stay." Her voice was thick with exasperation. "But only for an hour! Then you are all going home for some rest. I'll not have all of my best Preventers out of commission. Duo and WuFei are getting released tomorrow. Everything is going to be alright."

Her shoulders slumped as she said the last and Quatre and Trowa finally got to see how worried she'd been. Quatre gently put his hand on her arm.

"And how long has it been since you got a good nights rest, Miss Une?"

Lady Une wearily lowered herself into one of the hospital chairs. "Too long." She looked up at Quatre, her eyes troubled. "The murders have dropped since I put those two on the case. But I'm having trouble convincing myself that's a good thing. It may be that I've just giving him a new target."

"You should get some rest." Was all the Arab could find to say. Her worries seemed to mirror his own. Trowa rested his hand on the brunette's shoulder.

"Believe in them, Lady."

Une smiled at him and nodded. Standing and now very much in control of herself she turned and began walking down the hall.

"Where are you going Miss Une?" Quatre called after her.

"To call Sally and see how her head's doing. Then I'm going home for the day."

Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre's waist. "Good for her. I know someone else that should follow her example." The blonde looked up at him pleadingly.

"I'll go home and rest, I promise. Just let me go check on Duo and WuFei one more time."

Unable to resist that look, the Latin boy relented, and the continued on to the private hospital room. Peeking through the door, they fought to stifle their chuckles. Heero stood over the bed ridden Duo, trying to force him to accept a horrid array of bright pink flowers.

"They're from Relena. She said they'd help you get better."

Duo was looking green. "They're pink. Get 'em away!"

Heero glared at him. "Take them!" He shoved the offending pink flora in the American's face.

"Heeraaaaaa-choo! Get those things...Achoo! Away from me!" The braided boy sneezed violently.

Quatre quickly came to intercept. Grabbing the flowers he sat them in a vase by the bed. "I think it will work much better here by the window, Heero. Tell Relena they're beautiful and I'm sure they'll make Duo get well soon."

"Or put me in my grave." Duo muttered.

Quatre fixed him with a look. "You know Heero, on second thought, this might not be enough. Plants go a long way in making someone better sooner. Maybe he needs a few more."


Duo, picturing the stolen flower truck, had the grace to look horrified as Heero left for his self-imposed mission. It took Trowa and the giggling Quatre to keep him in his bed. After calming him down and assuring the distressed boy that Heero would not break the law for a busload of daisies, Quatre walked over to check on WuFei.

"He's looking much better than before." The Arab exclaimed as he examined the Chinese boy. He looked over at Trowa. "I wonder why Heero didn't visit him earlier."

Trowa looked up from his perch on Duo's bed. The braided boy seemed to have finally fallen back to sleep. "I think that's fairly obvious." He said with a meaningful nod towards the boy next to him.

"I guess you're right." Quatre sighed sadly. The sigh turned into a yawn a Trowa rose from his seat. He ushered Quatre towards the door.

"Come on. Visitor hours are over for you. Time to go get some rest."

"Should we really leave them alone though Trowa?"

"They'll be fine. And besides, Heero will probably stop by once more before heading back to Sank."

Trowa turned out the lights and gently shut the door. From the hospital bed, Duo silently opened one violet eye. Seeing his visitors had departed, he carefully removed all the wires attached to him and climbed out of bed.

Padding barefoot across the cold tile, the American paused in front of the other bed. He looked somberly down at the pale figure. One bandaged hand came up and smoothed back the inky black hair.

"Maxwell..." WuFei muttered, not even opening his eyes. "What are you doing up? Get back in bed."

"If you insist." WuFei felt the mattress sink considerably as it gained another occupant. The Chinese boy smiled and lifted his arm so Duo could snuggle up to his uninjured shoulder.

"I was worried about you." WuFei said softly.

"Ditto." A sleepy murmur answered him.

"Are you going to be alright?"


"That's good."


"I love you Duo Maxwell."

A soft snore was the braided boy's only reply.

A short while later the door cracked open slowly. Heero watched the two slumbering forms, face impassive. He made it to Duo's bed in three quick strides. He laid his burden down and took one last look at the peaceful faces in the other bed. Then walked back out the door, leaving the now daisy-covered bed behind him.