Late Night Visitor

It’s only been ten minutes since I received the news that Trowa’s been injured. I’d been working on Wing when Wufei had come into the hangar to inform me that Trowa had been hurt and that he had been taken to the hospital. I didn’t even think to ask him how it happened, I’d just rushed straight out to the car and driven down to the place where Wufei said he would be.

I’d been stuck in rush hour traffic for most of that time much to my irritation, but eventually I managed to reach the hospital and ran straight to the accident and emergency.

I come to a halt at the nurse’s reception and frown when I see that the woman on duty is talking into the phone. I give her my best glare, the one that makes Oz soldiers cower in fear. I’m shocked to say the least when she just glares back and holds one finger up, signalling for me to wait my turn.

I fight the urge to grab her and shake her until she tells me where I can find Trowa. I briefly consider marching down the hall with my gun drawn to search every single room until I find him, but I push that thought away. Mainly because I don’t need to be arrested right now and also because Trowa would be pissed at me if I tried to pull something like that.

Finally after what seems like years, the receptionist puts the phone back down in its cradle.

“I’m here to see someone who was brought in here about half an hour ago,” I tell her, throwing in another glare for good measure. “His name is Barton. Trowa Barton.”

She looks at the desk, flipping through her record book. “Barton, Trowa…” she mutters. “Nope, no one by that name has been brought here today.”

“Are you sure?” I snap, wanting to grab the book and look through it myself so that I can have solid evidence to prove that she isn’t lying to me.

“Yes, I’m quite sure,” she replies somewhat testily. “Are you sure that you even have the right hospital?”

“Of course I do!” I say angrily. Wufei isn’t one to mess up or give out the wrong information and I trust him more than these idiots here. I sigh and try to rein my temper in. “Could you check again just to make sure?” I ask. “I really need to know if he’s here.”

“All right, all right, I’ll look, but the records show that there have been no Trowa Bartons admitted either today or on any other day of this week.”

She gives me a long-suffering glance, but goes back through the records while I tap my fingers impatiently on the desktop. She’s still flipping through the book when I hear someone come up behind me, but I ignore whoever it is, only focused on one thing right now.

“Excuse me, miss, I heard that Heero Yuy was brought here today?”

That voice…it can’t be…

I whirl around, my jaw dropping when I see who it is. We both speak at the same time.

“Trowa, you’re–”

“Heero, I thought you were–”

Both of us lapse into silence for a moment, just staring at each other in disbelief. I open my mouth to speak again almost at the same time that he does.

“Wufei said–”

“Quatre said–”

“No wait, let me guess,” I say, starting to get an idea of what’s going on. “Quatre told you that I’d been hurt and had been taken down to this hospital and that you should go and see me straight away, right?”

He nods wordlessly, looking a little confused.

“Wufei told me the exact same thing.” I inform him, watching his expression change from slightly confused to vaguely angry.

“You mean they lied to us?” he asks and I nod in reply. His expression darkens in response. “I think we need to have a little talk with them,” he says slowly. “To find out what exactly they were hoping to achieve by doing this.”

We both turn and walk away, ignoring the receptionist who must be as confused as Hell right now. I stop and grab Trowa’s wrist as we leave the building and he glances down at me, raising one eyebrow in question.

“Trowa, I…I’m glad you’re okay,” I say hesitantly.

“I’m glad that you’re okay,” he tells me and I fight the urge to grin stupidly at him. ‘He cares!’ I think to myself, leading him over to the car I drove down here in. I don’t even notice that I’m still holding onto his wrist, but he clears his throat delicately before I can open the door to the driver’s side.

“Um, Heero? I think you need to let go of me so that I can get in the car,” he says softly. I look down to where my fingers are still wrapped tightly around his wrist and I release him instantly, feeling my cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. I mutter an apology and then duck into the car, opening the passenger seat for him and neither one of us say a word until we get back to the house.

I walk in ahead of Trowa, flinging the door open and almost smiling in satisfaction at the loud bang it makes when it slams against the wall.

Quatre and Wufei are already in the living room, Duo right there with them and all three of them look up with identical expressions of surprise.

“Explain,” is all I say and instantly, the three matching looks of surprise switch to guilty ones.

“Um…” Duo says in response, shifting in his seat. He keeps glancing at me and then Trowa who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small frown crossing his features. “Um…This was all Quatre’s idea!” he blurts out suddenly and the blonde whips round in his seat to glare at Duo.

“Excuse me!” he says angrily. “But I believe it was your idea to start with, Duo, so don’t pin this on me.”

“You aided him in his little plan,” Wufei cuts in and both the other boys glare at him.

“So did you!” Quatre says defensively and I sigh.

“Look, I don’t care whose fault it was. All I want to know is why you, Wufei lied to me by telling me that Trowa had been injured and that you, Quatre–” I turn my gaze on the blonde, watching him squirm in his seat. Quatre never could hide his guilt and he always has been the easiest to crack out of the five of us. “I want to know why you lied to Trowa, your best friend that I had been hurt.”

I don’t think Quatre’s eyes can get any wider and he just gapes at me, trying to think of a response to my attack.

“We didn’t mean to upset you,” he tells me, sounding as though he’s close to tears. “It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. We thought that–”

“What did you think, Quatre?” Trowa asks quietly and I watch as Quatre’s expression turns even guiltier if that were possible. I’ve always believed in using force to gain answers, but Trowa is a master at psychological persuasion. Sometimes I think that his method of gently coaxing out an answer from someone is better than my methods, which usually involve violence of some sort.

“We just wanted you two to acknowledge your feelings for each other,” Quatre says miserably. “We just wanted to help you get together.”

Trowa glances at me and raises an eyebrow. I shrug in return and Duo notices.

“Look, you guys,” he says tiredly, obviously taking pity on Quatre and deciding to risk my wrath to spare the blonde any further discomfort. “The three of us sat down and had a little talk, all right? We decided that we were tired of you and Tro trying to deny the fact that you’re in love with each other so we decided to do something about it.”

“Love?” I say, narrowing my eyes at him. “Who said this was anything to do with love?”

Duo just gives me an impatient look and begins speaking as though he’s trying to relay a message to a very slow child.

“You love Trowa. Trowa loves you,” he says simply. “But you’re both blockheads and you won’t admit it or do anything about it. So we decided to help out because we’re your friends. You think we don’t see the way you two look at each other, huh? You think we don’t know that you sneak off to sleep in Trowa’s bed every night? Well this may come as a shock to you, but we do. So why won’t you do something about it? Trowa’s standing right there, Heero. Why don’t you just tell him?”

I risk a glance at Trowa who is studiously not looking at anyone, his face carefully blank the way it is when he doesn’t want to address the issue at hand or when he doesn’t want anyone to know what he’s thinking. And suddenly I realise that I want to know what he’s thinking. I want to see the same Trowa who shares his bed with me, the warm, affectionate boy I know he can be when we’re in private.

“Trowa?” I say softly and he lifts his gaze to look at me, his face still expressionless.

“Yes, Heero?” he asks quietly.

I don’t say anything for a few seconds, but I can see Duo out of the corner of my eye, frantically mouthing the words, ‘I love you.’ I panic momentarily, wanting to escape this entire situation. I hadn’t actually planned on saying those words to Trowa anytime soon and I definitely hadn’t counted on telling him in front of an audience.

“I…I…”

Duo is nodding wildly and giving me the thumbs up and even Quatre and Wufei seem to be perched on the edge of their seats, waiting to hear the rest of my response.

“I think we need a little privacy,” I finish and Duo groans in disappointment. “Now!” I bark and the other three leave the room, grumbling amongst themselves. I quickly shut the door when they leave and turn to Trowa and to my surprise he’s smiling. Granted, it’s only a small smile, but at least it’s there. “Trowa?”

His gaze softens slightly and I feel like I could melt into a puddle of happiness simply from those eyes and that smile combined.

“What Duo said just now,” he begins hesitantly. “Was it true? Do you really feel that way about me?”

I only nod in reply, not trusting myself to say anything because I know I’ ll only mess things up if I do. His smile widens and I blink in surprise, wondering what brought this on.

“Well, I think it’s only fair to do as he advised and tell you that I really do love you,” he murmurs and for the second time that day, I feel my jaw drop. “Heero, don’t do that, you’ll catch flies,” he tells me, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his amusement.

“You love me?” I ask him, not believing my own ears. He nods in reply and I draw in a deep breath. “Will you say it again?”

Trowa looks surprised, but he does as I request. “I love you, Heero.”

“Again,” I demand and he repeats himself. I realise that by this time I’m grinning like a fool, but I don’t care. No one has ever said that to me before and I know I’ll never tire of hearing it from his lips. While we’re on the subject, that mouth of his looks damned inviting all of a sudden. “Say it again, Trowa,” I plead, moving closer to him. He gives me an indulgent sigh, but opens his mouth to tell me again.

I cut off his words before they can escape, pressing my lips firmly to his. He makes a small sound of surprise, but then relaxes against me, his arms snaking around my waist. When we draw apart, I give him my most dazzling smile. “I love you, Trowa,” I tell him solemnly. “I really do. I suppose we have Duo and the others to thank though. Otherwise I don’t think I would have ever got the guts to tell you myself.”

“Well then, we’ll thank them…later,” he tells me and his gaze turns predatory. “I’ve been waiting a long time to hear those words from you, Heero Yuy and I don’t intend for us to have any interruptions for the time being.”

He turns away from me and swiftly locks the door. He comes back to me and pulls me back into his embrace. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs into my ear, gently kissing the lobe. I’m glad that he’s holding me, otherwise my legs would have given out completely and I’d have hit the floor.

“Hnn… Keep doing that,” I tell him and his faint chuckle makes my skin tingle. I grab the back of his head and direct his lips back to mine. The world seems to melt away in the heat of our kiss and all thought quickly leaves me mind. He’s right though, we do have to thank the others at some point…but not right now.

End.