Author: SkyLark
Warnings: Mild Angst, Sap, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 1x2x1
Archives: Debs-Dragon - GW Diaries
Betaed By: ShenLong Deb
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or its characters. I just love playing with them.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE!!! *MASSIVETACKLEGLOMPS*
I really, truly hope you all have a wonderful and safe holiday. Here is a fic that my muses came up with on account of my stay at the hospital after surgery. The inspiration also comes from a pic T-Shirt drew for me a while back. Enjoy and take care!
The Reason
Everything happens for a reason.
That was something that Father Maxwell, Sister Helen and pretty much every remotely spiritual person that I have ever come to know has preached to me.
And try as they did to convince me of that sentiment, I never believed it. Not after everything that I had witnessed growing up on the streets of L2. That experience, that witnessing all of that death and seeing firsthand how cruel people could be, showed me how cruel life really could be. How could there be a reason for any of that?
No, I was convinced that life was just fucked up without rhyme or purpose. Survival was for the fittest, those who knew how to look out for themselves and roll with the punches the best. And I was sure that I would feel that way for as long as I shuffled along the merry coil of existence...
... at least that was until I met Heero Yuy.
Up until that moment, I had put on a smile and kept the role of the social clown for everyone that I met over the course of my preparation for the war. And not one of those people were aware back then of how I mentally kept every one of them at arm's length as to not get too attached.
Nothing that I loved lasted and so the last thing that I wanted to do was suffer any loss like that again. Hell, I willingly signed on as a Gundam pilot because I was almost hoping that I would be killed in battle and the pain would be over.
But meeting Heero I knew right away that things were going to be different between us. For the first time, I knew someone who was even more damaged than I was... and that was saying something back then. Here was a person who I might actually be able to connect with and even help.
So, I pushed him when I needed to and pulled back when I knew better when it came to handling the 'Perfect Soldier.' In the beginning, I was looked at as little more than a nuisance, but that never stopped my determination to actually be friends with the guy. There was just something about him that had me breaking every rule that I had made for myself when it came to friendships of any kind.
Little did I know that what I was feeling went far beyond anything platonic. When it finally did hit me, I was the one to retreat from the whole thing. Only by then, it was near the end of the war and Heero knew me far too well to not pick up on my staying away as something being terribly wrong.
On Peacemillion, he confronted me about my coldness... a situation that had me laughing at the irony. To my wonder, he was able to translate my nonchalant and forced answers to make the right conclusion.
Then, he kissed me. And the rest was pretty much history for us.
Since that day, I started to think more and more about the whole 'everything happening for a reason' thing. And after a year of living with Heero, I actually have to say that I have become a believer of the notion. After all, I never would have met my current husband had it not been for all of the tragic events that led me to him.
Of course there are snafus that like to sneak up and make me question if there really is a purpose to everything... today for example. It's Thanksgiving morning. And instead of being home curled up under the covers with my partner in the field and in life, I am laying in a hospital bed thanks to a few lucky shots from a perp who caught me off-guard while on my last Preventer's mission.
I could sulk, curse and just be plain pissed off at the world. But there really is no need for that. Because I have the 'reason' in my life now.
"Good morning," Heero greets in that deep voice of his that always stirs a reaction from me. Closing the door to my private room behind him, he bears a large vase of autumn-colored leaves and flowers and a loving smile that he only shows me.
Having a good look at him, I sigh in relief in seeing that the dark circles that had been under his eyes, thanks to his non-stop care of me these last few days, have faded. It kills me whenever he deprives himself to care for me, no matter how much I adore him for the attention. The sponge baths are always a plus, too.
As he sets the vase on the windowsill, I grin widely, "Hey. Happy Thanksgiving." Chuckling deeply, Heero sheds his jean jacket and crosses the room to sit on the edge of my bed. He leans in and kisses me in that way that makes my toes curl.
Damn but if I could have more use of my body to really show him how thankful I am to have him right now.
Pulling back only when we both need the air, my husband smirks, "Happy Thanksgiving." Then, his eyes shift and it's as if I'm looking into a deep ocean of emotions that are rolling and crashing there. Taking a deep breath, he says quietly, "You... know how important you are to me... right? How thankful I am that I have you?"
"Of course. I love you, too," I'm quick to reassure. And I do know it. Even if the words are not there all the time, I know it beyond any doubt. Before the dark thoughts of my close call can come back to the surface, I carefully lean back in without jarring the stitches in my chest and back to kiss him deeply again. Everything in me gets poured in and it's returned whole-heartedly.
When we separate again, Heero gives me that special smile and cups the side of my face. His thumb lightly moves side-to-side over my skin and he says, "Well, you will be happy to know that I have pulled some strings for you today." He pushes himself from my bed to move for the door again.
Blinking in confusion as I watch him lock us inside, I ask, "What strings would that be?" The corner of his mouth curls up while he heads back to my bedside. Reaching forward, he removes the clamp around my finger that monitors my pulse.
"There won't be a need for that. I already cleared it with the doctors that you can go without being watched for the day." he informs. Bending at the waist, he whispers huskily in my ear, "I intend to give you a very special sponge bath today."
I shudder in anticipation. "R-really?" I manage after a rough swallow. Damn but these last few days of no action between us have been a torturous eternity.
Humming an affirmative, Heero carefully begins to remove my light green hospital gown starting with the sleeves. With the utmost care, he sheds the material without peeling the tape and bandages that are wrapped around my left shoulder and most of my torso. "You'll have to look your best for dinner tonight."
My eyes widen at that. "Dinner?" I repeat, all too sure that my wishful thinking has me mistaken. "You mean a real Thanksgiving dinner?"
Completely shedding the rest of my gown away, my partner casts it aside and props himself up with a hand at either side of me. "More strings that I pulled for you," he shares. "Our friends flew in overnight to help by each making a course of the meal, including Relena and Lady Une. They'll be arriving in a few hours."
A sharp gasp hitches in my throat and to my embarrassment, I can feel tears stinging my eyes. My God, but I do love this guy. Instead of trusting my voice to tell Heero how much I appreciate his thoughtfulness, I opt to pull in him for a searing kiss.
Yes, there is a reason for everything. And I will forever be grateful for mine.
OWARI
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