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Warnings: Language. Again- you haven't heard it before?
Deliveryman Two Part 7
I raced along, thankful that we were in a designer jungle and not a real one. A real one would have been bad news for my bare feet. Not to mention the rest of my bare self.
Had Trowa left yet? If not was there a way off this station? And a place that I could hopefully get some clothes?
As Heero pulled me along, I saw a flash of metal down on the right. The headset!
I scooped it up as we ran and slid it into place.
And got to hear Trowa use words that I have never heard him use before. He sounded as if he had shoved the mike away from his face, soft, but undeniably there as he cursed Quatre out.
"....goddamit Quatre! I can't go! They might have made it! I can hold on until right before this fucking..."
"Trowa, we're almost there," I said into the mike. Trowa obviously got closer to the mike as his next words were much louder.
"DUO! Where the fuck are you?" I thought I saw Heero's step falter.
"We're almost there! Open the door for us and be ready to go!"
"Roger that."
Heero's step did falter. I pulled him along, now, taking the lead again and he followed willingly enough, but as I passed him had I heard a growl?
We were back in the hallway in no time at all. I pushed Heero through the hatch, followed him and slammed the door behind us.
The ship moved beneath my feet as Trowa moved us away from the satellite. I reached out to grab the nearest handhold and then my sixth sense shrilled.
I turned to see Heero, snarling, poised to pounce on the back of an unsuspecting Trowa.
What the hell?
I leaped for Heero, crashing into him, bringing us both down on the floor and sending us rolling across the cabin as the ship accelerated. I pinned him the best I could, knowing that he could throw me off easily.
"What the hell are you doing?" Trowa gave us a quick glance over his shoulder. "Hug him later Duo! I need you!"
Heero's snarl turned to a growl that was audible even to Trowa, who finally noticed the snarling, spitting man I had pinned to the floor.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I don't know! Get us out of here!" Trowa turned back to the controls and I looked down at the man in my arms.
"Heero!" I deliberately put my face in his, blocking his view of Trowa. "Heero! Look at me! What are you doing?"
The growling stopped, but he was still tense, his mouth still twisted. "Heero," I said again, softer. "Heero, stop. It's okay. It's okay. It's pilot 03. One of us. It's Trowa Barton. You know him, 01."
The animal look faded into the perfect soldier. "03's probability of betrayal is 80 percent. He is not to be trusted."
"01, he came here with me to find you. He is working with 02 and 04 and 05 in this case. We trust him. Doesn't that lower his stats?"
I could almost see the calculations whirring.
"40 percent." He said. I went for a different tactic.
"We are in danger. Something is attacking the satellite. We need to cooperate with 03 in order to escape. We need him. Please Heero, listen to me." I kissed his cheek, wondering if he was going to deck me.
He blinked.
"Duo," he said, his voice shaky, and the expression on his face became my Heero's again. "Duo, what am I doing?"
I hugged him then; relieved to feel his body relax against mine. "I don't know. But we'll figure it out. Is it okay to get up? Trowa needs our help."
Heero frowned a little, one hand reaching up to touch the side of his head. "I...don't remember..."
"It's all right," I soothed, reaching out and running my fingers over his temple. "We'll fix you. I don't know what they did to you, but we'll make it right. Even if I have to slice bits off of J until he tells me how to do it."
Actually, I think J needed to lose a few bits- cooperative or not.
"Okay." Heero let me get up, and took my offered hand to rise to his feet. His fingers entwined with mine and I lead him over to the controls. Trowa glanced up at us, confusion and relief in his face.
"Everything okay?"
"For the moment." I sat down in the copilot's chair without thinking. Heero however, simply stood next to me, one hand on the back of my seat.
I almost objected, almost told him to strap himself in, but then again, I wanted him close enough to grab if things went haywire again. The other seats were in the back and too far away to get to him fast if he decided to leap at Trowa again.
"Well, whatever it is that's attacking the satellite is on the other side of it. I don't think it noticed us- yet." Trowa scanned the various readouts as I pulled mine up.
"What is it?"
"No idea. But I want us away from that place soon. Its readings are getting highly unstable." Trowa increased our speed.
Just in time too. Noise doesn't travel in space, but light does. The wave of light as the satellite blew up washed over us. We had to do some maneuvering in order to dodge a few pieces, but we managed it.
Heero stayed right by me, not moving, not speaking. I glanced at him a few times, but his expression was worried and focused, not animalistically angry or perfect soldier cold, so I was able to focus on my part.
Trowa had pulled his headphones back on and was conducting a conversation with Quatre about our location when I saw the familiar shape on my screens.
"Oh shit."
Trowa looked over at me and I increased magnification. Rising from behind the destruction of the station and heading for us were some very familiar and unwelcome shapes.
"Those aren't what I think they are, are they?" I asked.
"Mobile dolls," Heero confirmed, his voice cold once more. "The doctors have been building them."
TBC...
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