[Log] He's back!
Characters: OU Heero Yuy, OU Quatre Winner, OU Duo Maxwell
Where: Om Pente
When: During stage 3 of the mod-plot
Summary: Heero is back, and feeling ill
Warnings: sickiness
Heero had some horrible nightmares in his short life, but nothing compared to what he woke suddenly from on the floor outside his bedroom. He shook hard as he pushed himself up, blinking confusedly. He felt sick. He shivered as he got to his feet; a wave of nausea hit him and he stumbled for the bathroom falling hard onto his knees in front of the toilet bowl to be sick.
Quatre blinked at the sudden feeling that came over him. Sitting in the living room, he almost choked. "Oh..." Then he heard the door of the bathroom slam open and someone retching in the bathroom. "Duo?" he called. "Duo, is that...?" Could the American even move that fast right now?
"What?" Duo answered from Heero's room. He was trying to nose into some people's entries out of sheer boredom. "That's not you?" he said back to Quatre.
Heero leaned hard on the bowl, shoving a shaking hand through his bangs as he threw up. His stomach cramped and his eyes watered. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he in bed?
Quatre got up and hurried into the bathroom. "Heero!" He moved into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" he asked, crouching down next to him and put his good arm around the Japanese teenager to help him.
"Quatre...are you...what happened?" he gasped.
"You've been missing," Quatre said, gently rubbing Heero's back with his left hand. His other arm was in a sling. "Where've you been?" He gently pushed Heero's hair back from his face. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Heero retched some more before he answered. "Missing? I remember going to bed. I was tired. I..." he retched again.
Quatre rubbed his back again. "It's okay... we can talk once you feel better..." he said softly.
"I...I had a dream you died," Heero whispered.
"You saw the dream, too?" Quatre asked, his voice still soft. His hand stopped it's circles. "We all saw it... and then... we were in it... and..." He shook his head. "I... I'm sorry." He looked down. "But, you weren't there. I didn't see you."
"You were all in it," Heero murmured, swallowing hard. Was it over? "Everyone was." He blinked though at Quatre's words. "What did you see? Where didn't you see me?"
"Here... in the dream... when we all died..." Quatre said.
"Uhh... someone mind filling me in?" Duo called from the bedroom.
"Dead...did...who died?" Heero twisted to look at him, fear clenching his insides, making his stomach hurt. He looked past him towards Duo's voice. "Are you all right?"
"We're okay," Quatre said. "One person died... but none of us knew him..." He shook his head.
It didn't seem he was going to throw up any more. He fell backwards to sit hard on the floor. "How long...was I gone for?" he asked finally.
Quatre fumbled, but was unable to hold him up one-handed. "I think... two weeks?" he said. "I'm not really sure... it's all been so... jumbled."
Heero noticed finally. "You're hurt," he said. He rubbed his face. His skin was clammy. "Two weeks?"
"It's been difficult," he said. "But... I think that's how long. You and several others disappeared just before the Entropi attacked again."
That when Duo stuck his head around the door. "Yanno... someone coulda said something when I asked," he grumbled.
"The Entropi attacked?" Heero asked. "The Entropi?" He looked towards the window. "Where...What happened?" He was so confused. He just had gone to bed. He had a bad dream. And now they were telling him that they were attacked?
"Yes," Quatre said. He got, wincing slightly. He offered Heero his hand. "Come on. We'll go sit and fill you in, okay?"
Heero nodded, catching his hand and standing slowly up, head swimming. He didn't understand anything that was going on. He looked up at Duo. "Are you all right?" he asked him.
"I've been better," the former Deathscythe pilot grumbled sourly. He pulled back, disappearing back around the wall so he could stand straight with the crutches.
"Y-your leg?" Heero leaned on the doorframe as he followed Quatre back into the hallway.
"Yeah."
Quatre kept his hand on Heero's arm. "Come on... sit."
They entered the bedroom; Heero walked to his bed and sat down. He was in the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to bed...not last night? Two weeks ago? It looked the same. There was his bear. He looked at the bed across the room. "Where's Quatre?" He asked.
"With Miss Wufei," Quatre said, sitting next to Heero. "She disappeared at the same time as you."
Duo made his way over to the other bed and carefully sat down. There really wasn't any way to do that easily without flopping, either.
Heero frowned. That was odd. Didn't she...the last time? He swallowed. "So the Entropi attacked? But...everyone's okay?" It had been such a disaster last time.
"We're currently under the watch of the keepers," Quatre said. "They killed someone who tried to escape. The cuffs are gone. The Warden's gone. And there's no access to Indigeo. We're really on our own this time, Heero. Really..." Quatre was nervous, and it showed.
The information came too fast to process. "Wait...wait. What? The keepers? The...the cuffs?" He looked down at his wrist. He hadn't noticed. There were sharp tan lines and faint marks from where it used to be, but it was gone. The realization made his head swim.
Quatre nodded. "Right," he said. "The Keepers found us... like we knew they would. They managed to disable the Warden and the Indigeo, forced a mass hallucination on the compound, then forced us to live it out until we all thought we had all died. But, we hadn't." He shook his head. "When we woke back up... the cuffs were off and disabled. Someone thought we were free, and tried to get over the Obex, but the Keepers..." Quatre shook his head. "We're not getting out. They've surrounded the compound... and they're watching us... keeping us here."
"They're here?" he asked, looking towards the window.
"Yeah," Duo said, also looking out the window. "It's been creepy... seein' those things just floating there like that... watching... waiting..." He frowned.
"We decoded a message from them," Quatre said. "It sounds like they've started another countdown to some sort of compliance initiative now that the Warden's gone. We just don't know what that means and how long that's going to take to start."
Heero's brain leaped to the typical Yuy conclusion. "They're going to kill us," he said.
"We don't know that," Quatre said. "It may not be that simple. They might be talking about doing something similar to what they did to the other Duo that time... with the mind control."
"They shouldn't be able to control us without the cuff," said Heero, mind racing. "Either they're going to kill us or they're going to let us kill each other, weed out the weak..."
"We don't know what else they've done to us," Quatre said. "Between the disappearances and the fact that they got the cuff on us in the first place during our arrival..." He shook his head. "We don't know if they've implanted anything or not..."
Heero nodded. That did make a certain amount of sense.
"I want to know why you're sick," the blond said softly, brushing Heero's hair off his forehead again in concern. He pressed his hand against the Japanese pilot's forehead to check for a temperature.
He knew he was feverish, shivering and perspiring. "I don't know."
The blond frowned a bit. "Lie down," he told him, then got up. He headed into the kitchen.
Heero didn't obey, remaining sitting where he was. Now that the nausea was abating, he was filled with a weird nervous energy. His leg jangled.
"Quatre's gonna be upset if you're still sitting up when he gets back," Duo said softly.
Heero just looked at him. "Quatre is the least of my problems."
"Maybe... but he's the most immediate."
Heero ignored him, and actually got up to walk to the window, leaning a bit to peer in all directions. There was a flash of electricity across the clear sky. "They are there."
"Yup... just like we toldja." Duo poked at Heero slightly with one of the crutches. "I know you're the 'need to see myself' type, but you coulda taken us at our word for once. Now, at least sit back down or Quatre's gonna ream you a new one verbally."
But Heero had his face to the cool glass, pressing until it creaked so he could get a better look.
Quatre came back then. "Heero!" the blond said sharply. "I told you to lie down!"
"I need to go out," he murmured. "I need to see..."
"No. You need to rest right now," Quatre told him. "Now. Sit down."
Heero looked back at him. "The enemy is right outside."
"They haven't done anything, yet," Quatre said. "They're just watching. Please, Heero... lie down for a little while? You just got back... you're ill."
Heero was feeling pretty bad and his head was beginning to ache. He walked slowly to his bed and sat down. "They killed someone, you said."
"Only someone who tried to climb the Obex," Quatre said. "The cuffs may be gone, but the boundaries are still there." He walked into the room and placed a bowl of cool water on the night table. Wincing a bit as he did it, he wrung out a cloth. "Lie down, please."
Heero sighed and sank reluctantly down. "There must be a way out," he murmured.
"They've got the wall covered," Quatre said quietly, taking the cool cloth and carefully laying it on Heero's forehead. "The one person who tried was killed for the attempt... in a very public display of their power."
"Did they really need to display their powers?" Heero sighed, wincing some at the growing headache.
"They need to maintain their control over things," Quatre said. "Otherwise, everyone will run. Why wouldn't we leave if given the chance? What we do to each other obviously doesn't matter anymore to them, but they still aren't going to let us free." The blond frowned slightly at Heero's wince and got up again.
Duo was oddly quiet during the whole exchange. Holding the crutches against his shoulder where he sat, he watched out the window at the green energy balls crackling around above the wall.
"There are other ways to get away," Heero murmured very quietly.
Quatre looked back at him. "Heero?"
"Nothing," Heero sighed.
"Whaddya suggest?" Duo asked.
Quatre looked at him. He hadn't moved from his staring. "Duo... don't start."
"Why not?" He finally turned to look at Quatre. "Why not start? No cuffs..."
"They can still electrocute us all!" Quatre said sharply.
Duo huffed slightly and looked back out the window again.
Heero closed his eyes. "Sure," he said. "But there's always something..."
"I just... don't want to see... everyone die again..." Quatre said in a choked voice, sinking down until he was sitting on the end of Heero's bed. He hung his head. "I don't want to go through that again..."
Heero swallowed. "Must have been terrible..."
Duo's grip on the crutches tightened. "It never gets any easier," he said darkly. "I don't wanna see it again, either, but Heero's got a point. There's gotta be something... anything."
Quatre rubbed his chest, just above his heart. "I don't know, Duo..." he said softly. "I don't know."
"They can't force me..." Heero murmured, rubbing his hand over the place where the cuff had been.
Duo grunted a bit, getting up carefully and balancing for a moment as he got the crutches underneath himself again. "C'mon, Q... let's give Heero some space. He probably needs a nap." He started for the door.
Quatre looked up at Duo for a moment, and then at Heero. He put his hand out, touching Heero's leg. "I'd offer you some aspirin for your head, but I'm not sure if you should take anything that might irritate your stomach just yet... maybe in a little while if you still need it. I can come back and check on you later, okay?"
Heero nodded. "Sure," he sighed.
Quatre nodded and got up to follow Duo out. He paused at the door and looked back. "Do you want me to send Quatre in when he gets back?" he asked.
"He'll probably wanna see you," Duo said from the hall.
Heero nodded. "Yeah." He stared at the ceiling for a long time, then closed his eyes.
Quatre nodded and pulled the door over, but not closed. He nodded to Duo and then followed the American to sit out in the living room, letting Heero get some sleep.
Duo sighed once they were settled.
"I really don't know about encouraging him to come up with possibly suicidal ideas on escaping," Quatre whispered.
Duo glared at him. "I really don't wanna talk about this now," he whispered back. He leaned his elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his head on his hand. "Just... let's not talk about it anymore tonight, okay?"
Quatre sighed. "Fine..." He looked down, wondering when his double was coming back.
Where: Om Pente
When: During stage 3 of the mod-plot
Summary: Heero is back, and feeling ill
Warnings: sickiness
Heero had some horrible nightmares in his short life, but nothing compared to what he woke suddenly from on the floor outside his bedroom. He shook hard as he pushed himself up, blinking confusedly. He felt sick. He shivered as he got to his feet; a wave of nausea hit him and he stumbled for the bathroom falling hard onto his knees in front of the toilet bowl to be sick.
Quatre blinked at the sudden feeling that came over him. Sitting in the living room, he almost choked. "Oh..." Then he heard the door of the bathroom slam open and someone retching in the bathroom. "Duo?" he called. "Duo, is that...?" Could the American even move that fast right now?
"What?" Duo answered from Heero's room. He was trying to nose into some people's entries out of sheer boredom. "That's not you?" he said back to Quatre.
Heero leaned hard on the bowl, shoving a shaking hand through his bangs as he threw up. His stomach cramped and his eyes watered. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he in bed?
Quatre got up and hurried into the bathroom. "Heero!" He moved into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" he asked, crouching down next to him and put his good arm around the Japanese teenager to help him.
"Quatre...are you...what happened?" he gasped.
"You've been missing," Quatre said, gently rubbing Heero's back with his left hand. His other arm was in a sling. "Where've you been?" He gently pushed Heero's hair back from his face. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Heero retched some more before he answered. "Missing? I remember going to bed. I was tired. I..." he retched again.
Quatre rubbed his back again. "It's okay... we can talk once you feel better..." he said softly.
"I...I had a dream you died," Heero whispered.
"You saw the dream, too?" Quatre asked, his voice still soft. His hand stopped it's circles. "We all saw it... and then... we were in it... and..." He shook his head. "I... I'm sorry." He looked down. "But, you weren't there. I didn't see you."
"You were all in it," Heero murmured, swallowing hard. Was it over? "Everyone was." He blinked though at Quatre's words. "What did you see? Where didn't you see me?"
"Here... in the dream... when we all died..." Quatre said.
"Uhh... someone mind filling me in?" Duo called from the bedroom.
"Dead...did...who died?" Heero twisted to look at him, fear clenching his insides, making his stomach hurt. He looked past him towards Duo's voice. "Are you all right?"
"We're okay," Quatre said. "One person died... but none of us knew him..." He shook his head.
It didn't seem he was going to throw up any more. He fell backwards to sit hard on the floor. "How long...was I gone for?" he asked finally.
Quatre fumbled, but was unable to hold him up one-handed. "I think... two weeks?" he said. "I'm not really sure... it's all been so... jumbled."
Heero noticed finally. "You're hurt," he said. He rubbed his face. His skin was clammy. "Two weeks?"
"It's been difficult," he said. "But... I think that's how long. You and several others disappeared just before the Entropi attacked again."
That when Duo stuck his head around the door. "Yanno... someone coulda said something when I asked," he grumbled.
"The Entropi attacked?" Heero asked. "The Entropi?" He looked towards the window. "Where...What happened?" He was so confused. He just had gone to bed. He had a bad dream. And now they were telling him that they were attacked?
"Yes," Quatre said. He got, wincing slightly. He offered Heero his hand. "Come on. We'll go sit and fill you in, okay?"
Heero nodded, catching his hand and standing slowly up, head swimming. He didn't understand anything that was going on. He looked up at Duo. "Are you all right?" he asked him.
"I've been better," the former Deathscythe pilot grumbled sourly. He pulled back, disappearing back around the wall so he could stand straight with the crutches.
"Y-your leg?" Heero leaned on the doorframe as he followed Quatre back into the hallway.
"Yeah."
Quatre kept his hand on Heero's arm. "Come on... sit."
They entered the bedroom; Heero walked to his bed and sat down. He was in the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to bed...not last night? Two weeks ago? It looked the same. There was his bear. He looked at the bed across the room. "Where's Quatre?" He asked.
"With Miss Wufei," Quatre said, sitting next to Heero. "She disappeared at the same time as you."
Duo made his way over to the other bed and carefully sat down. There really wasn't any way to do that easily without flopping, either.
Heero frowned. That was odd. Didn't she...the last time? He swallowed. "So the Entropi attacked? But...everyone's okay?" It had been such a disaster last time.
"We're currently under the watch of the keepers," Quatre said. "They killed someone who tried to escape. The cuffs are gone. The Warden's gone. And there's no access to Indigeo. We're really on our own this time, Heero. Really..." Quatre was nervous, and it showed.
The information came too fast to process. "Wait...wait. What? The keepers? The...the cuffs?" He looked down at his wrist. He hadn't noticed. There were sharp tan lines and faint marks from where it used to be, but it was gone. The realization made his head swim.
Quatre nodded. "Right," he said. "The Keepers found us... like we knew they would. They managed to disable the Warden and the Indigeo, forced a mass hallucination on the compound, then forced us to live it out until we all thought we had all died. But, we hadn't." He shook his head. "When we woke back up... the cuffs were off and disabled. Someone thought we were free, and tried to get over the Obex, but the Keepers..." Quatre shook his head. "We're not getting out. They've surrounded the compound... and they're watching us... keeping us here."
"They're here?" he asked, looking towards the window.
"Yeah," Duo said, also looking out the window. "It's been creepy... seein' those things just floating there like that... watching... waiting..." He frowned.
"We decoded a message from them," Quatre said. "It sounds like they've started another countdown to some sort of compliance initiative now that the Warden's gone. We just don't know what that means and how long that's going to take to start."
Heero's brain leaped to the typical Yuy conclusion. "They're going to kill us," he said.
"We don't know that," Quatre said. "It may not be that simple. They might be talking about doing something similar to what they did to the other Duo that time... with the mind control."
"They shouldn't be able to control us without the cuff," said Heero, mind racing. "Either they're going to kill us or they're going to let us kill each other, weed out the weak..."
"We don't know what else they've done to us," Quatre said. "Between the disappearances and the fact that they got the cuff on us in the first place during our arrival..." He shook his head. "We don't know if they've implanted anything or not..."
Heero nodded. That did make a certain amount of sense.
"I want to know why you're sick," the blond said softly, brushing Heero's hair off his forehead again in concern. He pressed his hand against the Japanese pilot's forehead to check for a temperature.
He knew he was feverish, shivering and perspiring. "I don't know."
The blond frowned a bit. "Lie down," he told him, then got up. He headed into the kitchen.
Heero didn't obey, remaining sitting where he was. Now that the nausea was abating, he was filled with a weird nervous energy. His leg jangled.
"Quatre's gonna be upset if you're still sitting up when he gets back," Duo said softly.
Heero just looked at him. "Quatre is the least of my problems."
"Maybe... but he's the most immediate."
Heero ignored him, and actually got up to walk to the window, leaning a bit to peer in all directions. There was a flash of electricity across the clear sky. "They are there."
"Yup... just like we toldja." Duo poked at Heero slightly with one of the crutches. "I know you're the 'need to see myself' type, but you coulda taken us at our word for once. Now, at least sit back down or Quatre's gonna ream you a new one verbally."
But Heero had his face to the cool glass, pressing until it creaked so he could get a better look.
Quatre came back then. "Heero!" the blond said sharply. "I told you to lie down!"
"I need to go out," he murmured. "I need to see..."
"No. You need to rest right now," Quatre told him. "Now. Sit down."
Heero looked back at him. "The enemy is right outside."
"They haven't done anything, yet," Quatre said. "They're just watching. Please, Heero... lie down for a little while? You just got back... you're ill."
Heero was feeling pretty bad and his head was beginning to ache. He walked slowly to his bed and sat down. "They killed someone, you said."
"Only someone who tried to climb the Obex," Quatre said. "The cuffs may be gone, but the boundaries are still there." He walked into the room and placed a bowl of cool water on the night table. Wincing a bit as he did it, he wrung out a cloth. "Lie down, please."
Heero sighed and sank reluctantly down. "There must be a way out," he murmured.
"They've got the wall covered," Quatre said quietly, taking the cool cloth and carefully laying it on Heero's forehead. "The one person who tried was killed for the attempt... in a very public display of their power."
"Did they really need to display their powers?" Heero sighed, wincing some at the growing headache.
"They need to maintain their control over things," Quatre said. "Otherwise, everyone will run. Why wouldn't we leave if given the chance? What we do to each other obviously doesn't matter anymore to them, but they still aren't going to let us free." The blond frowned slightly at Heero's wince and got up again.
Duo was oddly quiet during the whole exchange. Holding the crutches against his shoulder where he sat, he watched out the window at the green energy balls crackling around above the wall.
"There are other ways to get away," Heero murmured very quietly.
Quatre looked back at him. "Heero?"
"Nothing," Heero sighed.
"Whaddya suggest?" Duo asked.
Quatre looked at him. He hadn't moved from his staring. "Duo... don't start."
"Why not?" He finally turned to look at Quatre. "Why not start? No cuffs..."
"They can still electrocute us all!" Quatre said sharply.
Duo huffed slightly and looked back out the window again.
Heero closed his eyes. "Sure," he said. "But there's always something..."
"I just... don't want to see... everyone die again..." Quatre said in a choked voice, sinking down until he was sitting on the end of Heero's bed. He hung his head. "I don't want to go through that again..."
Heero swallowed. "Must have been terrible..."
Duo's grip on the crutches tightened. "It never gets any easier," he said darkly. "I don't wanna see it again, either, but Heero's got a point. There's gotta be something... anything."
Quatre rubbed his chest, just above his heart. "I don't know, Duo..." he said softly. "I don't know."
"They can't force me..." Heero murmured, rubbing his hand over the place where the cuff had been.
Duo grunted a bit, getting up carefully and balancing for a moment as he got the crutches underneath himself again. "C'mon, Q... let's give Heero some space. He probably needs a nap." He started for the door.
Quatre looked up at Duo for a moment, and then at Heero. He put his hand out, touching Heero's leg. "I'd offer you some aspirin for your head, but I'm not sure if you should take anything that might irritate your stomach just yet... maybe in a little while if you still need it. I can come back and check on you later, okay?"
Heero nodded. "Sure," he sighed.
Quatre nodded and got up to follow Duo out. He paused at the door and looked back. "Do you want me to send Quatre in when he gets back?" he asked.
"He'll probably wanna see you," Duo said from the hall.
Heero nodded. "Yeah." He stared at the ceiling for a long time, then closed his eyes.
Quatre nodded and pulled the door over, but not closed. He nodded to Duo and then followed the American to sit out in the living room, letting Heero get some sleep.
Duo sighed once they were settled.
"I really don't know about encouraging him to come up with possibly suicidal ideas on escaping," Quatre whispered.
Duo glared at him. "I really don't wanna talk about this now," he whispered back. He leaned his elbow on the arm of the couch, resting his head on his hand. "Just... let's not talk about it anymore tonight, okay?"
Quatre sighed. "Fine..." He looked down, wondering when his double was coming back.