Silence Part 16
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Duo is so upset, so frightened; he doesn't see the other doctor advancing on him with a syringe.
No! Goddammit! He's been hurt too much already!
He backs against my bed, arms out protectively. "You stay the hell away from him!" he sobs. "He's MY husband!"
The lawyer retained by the nursing home has the court order in his hand, the order putting someone else in control of my life. And maybe my death.
Wufei is struggling against the security people; I catch a glimpse of Rowan and Mei Ling also pushing them back, away from Duo and I. Chinese obscenities alternate with words of support for Duo. From the corner of my eye, I see a guard flying ass-over-teakettle; Wufei looks like a Fury.
Duo! I scream. Look at me! God, Duo!
His braid brushes my hand. I have to get his attention. They're going to lock him up for psychiatric evaluation. They want to take our son. If only... Dammit, if only I could MOVE! Fuck! God, help him! He's been nothing but good and faithful and loyal and loving. It's his turn now! It's our turn... Please, please, don't let them hurt him!
It all happens in the space of seconds. Time slows, stretches... Becomes fluid and malleable...
Duo's braid, warm and alive, switches over my hand. One more time... I want to hold it, to stroke that silken rope one more time. I want to kiss him one more time. I want to make love to him one more time. I want more time!
You can't take him! I won't let you take him! You motherfucking bastards! HE BELONGS TO ME!!!
Rowan body slams a suit, but is grabbed in a bear hug by a guard. Mei Ling punches the guard in the face and he goes down. Wufei is thrown hard against the wall and doesn't move for a few seconds. Duo's attention is diverted for that instant before Wufei pushes away from the wall, once more on the attack.
My fingers close on the end of Duo's braid.
My fingers close...
My fingers move at my command... THEY MOVE..!
His braid is clutched in my hand! As that realization strikes me, Duo starts to turn and is pulled off balance by my grip on his hair. He falls to his knees and the doctors lunge for him.
THE HELL YOU WILL!!!
I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU ALL!!!
Duo BELONGS TO ME!!!
"Mine..." I hear the raspy whisper, not entirely sure that it comes from me. I try again, with more effort. "Mine. MY Shinigami..!"
Duo hears me, as does Wufei.
"Heero? Oh my god! HEERO!!!" Duo pulls himself up, trying to shake off the impeding hands. "Heero!" He sees his braid in my hand and screams, the sound spiraling to the heavens. Wufei is there suddenly, pulling people away from him, shoving them heedlessly away from the bed. Away from us...
"HEERO! Oh my god! Heero!"
I haven't the strength to answer him. Duo is clutching my shoulders, sobbing against my chest and babbling incoherently.
"Duo... Ai shite'Ru... My Shinigami..." I breathe. "Mine!" I close my eyes, willing my hand to move. Slowly, it obeys and I am touching him. In the dim background, I hear Wufei yelling, chasing everyone out of the room, threatening them with bodily injury if they don't leave. And then his voice is close to me.
"Heero," he murmurs with uncharacteristic tenderness, touching my arm and stroking my hair lightly. "Welcome back!"
Moving my head is too much effort; I slide my eyes around instead. "Wu..."
He grins at me, nodding. I've never seen such a grin on his face. And there are tears in his eyes... Chang Wufei crying... Suddenly, he scoops Duo up in his arms and plops him on the bed beside me. Then he lifts my hand to Duo's hair. Duo is still sobbing mindlessly, petting me, kissing me, but never letting go of me.
"Thanks..." I sigh. He nods again.
"I knew you could do it, Heero," he says in admiration. "You always come through. Let us take care of those fuckin' assholes outside," he mutters darkly, and I see the Wufei of old, going into battle against tyranny and injustice. Mei Ling and Rowan sidle past us, grinning fatuously. Marissa, my nurse, peeks out from the bathroom.
"Oh, Mr. Maxwell," she sighs. "You were right and they were wrong! Oh, I'm so glad!" She scurries out the door, beaming.
Duo is right, she is a nice lady.
I'm almost afraid to close my eyes. I don't want to go back. I WON'T go back. My whole body feels stiff and not-mine. I pet his hair with tiny strokes.
I'm awake.
I'm alive.
And my Shinigami is in my arms.
The world may begin turning again, thank you.
Duo lifts his head some minutes later, looking into my eyes. His violet eyes are the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life. I want to drown in those eyes. "I love you..." he whispers.
My vocal cords are rusty from disuse. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, forcing words along with. "I... missed... you..."
"My husband, my Wingman, my wonderful, darling, unstoppable lover..." He caresses my cheek, still crying softly.
"Wanna... go... home..."
He begins to kiss me slowly, deeply. "Just as soon as I get done kissing you," he murmurs.
"Wanna... fuck... my... Shinigami..." I attempt a smile. It seems to work. Duo's laughter brays out.
TBC...
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