Shattered Hearts (type-two)

Chapter 12 You don’t Know Me

By: Liewe

Standard Disclaimers apply.

Trowa watched as she sat there, high in the treetops, a pair of binoculars trained on the base they were preparing to infiltrate. He could barely see here there, the soft pale golden hair hidden from view by a black wool hat, her body melding into the shadows due to the black cat suit she wore. He could barely see her, but his heart was racing, she always made his heart race. He smiled as he thought of the night before when the preliminary plans were being reviewed, he remembered her indignant look as he vetoed her plan, the others following in quick succession with their own complaints. She said that she wasn’t a kind and caring person, yet she had been willing to lose her life for the good of others.

He absently mindedly brushed his bangs back from his face as he gazed at her his neck straining at the odd angle at which he held it. His expression turned concerned when he saw her balance falter slightly as she moved to climb down the tree, her movements clumsy, not elegant or graceful in anyway. He praised his years at the circus as instinct took over and hand over hand he climbed deftly up the tall Pine, his eyes intent on his target. The stumbling Midii, he caught his breath as she slipped and barely caught herself from falling. His movements became swifter, his need greater as his pace increased.

He was the emotionless soldier once more as he struggled to reach her; it was his mission to halt her fall to bring her down from the heights safely. He sighed in relief as he reached her and he managed to place an arm around her waist, bringing her compliant body against his as he searched her tired eyes. Now the dark circles under her eyes were clearly visible, she was exhausted, both physically and mentally.

“Thank you,” she slurred leaning into him further, her guard falling as the security of his arms seeped into her senses.

“Your welcome, just hold on,” he whispered into her ear, his green eyes filled with concern and love for the woman in his arms. Her gently maneuvered her into a more secure hold before descending with his precious burden, his eyes silently communicating with Damien as he carried her past the anxious man.

“She’s been pushing herself to extremes for you and your friends,” Damien said softly, his eyes accusing and anxious. “She’s fragile.”

“I know, I know,” Trowa said softly as he entered the tent with Midii in his arms.

Trowa sat by her bed, her hand in his as he waited for her eyelids to flutter and for her blue-gray eyes to look up at him. His fingers strayed to brush a stray strand of pale golden hair from her forehead and his eyes widened in surprise, her skin was burning hot to the touch. His world went dark for a moment before he managed to call for Sally, Midii was in danger, and not from something he could fight. His fingers continued to play absently with her hair as he waited for the Doctor to appear.

“Trowa, what’s wrong,” Sally asked softly from the opening of the tent, the firelight silhouetting her against the dark sky.

“It’s Midii,” he managed to choke out before moving away to give her a better view of the comatose spy.

Sally just gasped as she rushed to Midii’s side, the instincts of a doctor already taking over as she examined her patient. “Trowa get me my bag,” she ordered briskly as she set about removing Midii’s heavy clothing, trying to halt the fever’s rampant rise. You will not die on me, she thought desperately as her eyes landed on the blood soaked bandages, which covered Midii’s torso. Shaky fingers moved to undo the bindings and she cringed as she rolled away the useless gauze, the wounds were edged with puss, and laced with infection. She could almost see the bacteria as moved greedily about making it’s home in the body of the young woman which lay before her.

“Your bag,” came a soft voice from her shoulder and she turned to see the concerned and scared eyes of Trowa. Her heart sank at the despair she managed to see, and her mind turned back to the task at hand. There were no comforting words she could offer, no reassurances that Midii would pull through.

“Trowa, leave us please, I need room to work,” Sally said softly her head bent over Midii’s form and her expression hidden, as tears began to travel down her cheeks. She heard him leave and her heart sobbed, the odds were slim, and it all depended on Midii’s will, she thought sadly as she watched the creamy liquid enter Midii’s blood stream from the needle. The antibiotic should work soon, she whispered to her mind, I only hope it wasn’t too late.

“Woman, will she live,” came the arrogant voice of her soon to be husband.

“I need to get her fever down, Wufei will you please fetch me some cold water, and some bandages,” Sally asked her blue eyes glistening with unshed tears, and her cheeks marked with the passage of her despair.

“One moment,” was the only thing he said before disappearing from the doorway, appearing minutes later, a bucket carried against his chest, and a bag hanging from his hands.

“Thank you,” Sally whispered taking a small cloth and dipping it into the water, moving to dab it against Midii’s forehead.

Relena whirled around to face her captor’s when she felt the binds break, her blue eyes darting back and forth between the two men who had held her. Her ragged blonde hair stuck up in all directions, and a trickle of blood traveled from the corner of her lip to her chin as she watched them with wary eyes. She lifted a once perfectly manicured hand to point at them, her mouth moving but no sound escaping as she tried to speak.

“Well, well, well, the little Princess hasn’t lost her spunk,” came the sickening voice of General Chamberlain as he appeared from the shadows.

“I will not give in,” she finally managed to croak as the General moved closer and closer to her beaten form.

“Oh the plans have changed Princess, we will get our information another way, you are only bait for the masses, and they will come and rescue you. And when they do, they will help me, that will help me rule the world,” he said with a maniacal cackle before snapping his gaze back to Relena’s defiant stare.

“You do not know the Gundam pilots, they will not lose this peace, it means too much to all of them,” her voice grated as she swayed on her feet.

“Either way they will bring the traitor with them, and I will be able to meet out her punishment, no one betrays me and lives,” the General said softly, his voice almost a dangerous whisper as his hand snatched Relena’s chin in his grasp, forcing her to look him in the eye, before he harshly kissed her.

“Get away from me,” she finally managed to say, her voice stronger than before, and her arms in front of her to ward of any further advances.

“Gentleman, take her back to her cell.”

“Yes sir,” the two guards said before grabbing Relena and dragging her back the way they had come.

“How is she Sally,” Damien asked his voice shaky as he glanced back towards the tent.

“She’ll live, but her fever’s still a little high, and her wounds are infected,” Sally sighed leaning back into Wufei’s embrace, the open show of affection not lost on those present.

“Can I see her,” the soft voice of Trowa entered the conversation as he appeared from the shadows.

“Of course.”

He pushed past Damien and Christof, his tall figure disappearing into the tent, completely ignorant to the eyes, which watched him. Damien looked around the small group, his keen eyes taking in the non-committal looks on their faces, and his heart replacing them with looks of hatred. He turned on his heel, his platinum hair bobbing behind him; he didn’t hear Christof call out to him.

“Excuse us,” Christof said before jogging after his older brother, his own face contorted in worry.

“Stop following me,” Damien ordered from the back of his motorcycle, his helmet in his hands.

“No I won’t allow you to do anything foolish, our sister needs us now,” Christof said pulling the helmet from his brother’s hands and throwing it over his shoulder.

“She’ll never listen to anything they say, you know she will go on that mission tomorrow, she will drag herself in their weak and unprotected for that man,” Damien spat his eyes flashing daggers. “I will not let her die, she is the only one we have left. Dad’s gone, so is mom, and our little brother, I will protect her anyway I can.”

“She will never respect you, Damien, I don’t want to see her die either but there’s nothing you can do to stop it,” Christof said softly, a stray tear making it’s way down his face as he was hit by the riot of emotions.

“There is something I can do, and I will shame myself to save her. Christof when we were kids who protected us, who kept us alive? It was Midii, she gave us so much, and now there is something I can do in return.” Damien said before gunning the engine to life and racing off into the dark.

“I was right,” Heero said from the shadow of the tree’s, his expression hidden from view as he advanced on Christof.

“Damien worships her and he would do anything so that she has the greatest chance of survival. He hates useless deaths and that’s what he feels it would be if she were to die tomorrow. We both know our sister well enough that it’s a certainty that she will join the team that infiltrates the base tomorrow. She has never allowed her physical condition to limit her ability’s. He sees you all looking at her with contempt, and his minds goes into a rage,” Christof said moving back to the tents, an arm on his halting him.

“I will not hesitate to kill a traitor,” Heero said before letting his grip loosen.

“I know that and I hope you don’t get forced to do so tomorrow, I will deal with Damien whatever he decides to do, but Midii will not know, she had enough to deal with.”

“Affirmative.”

Trowa held Midii’s hand in his as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. His heart was already resolved to hold her for all eternity if she would let him, the scare of that evening had made him realize that without her he was nothing. He was just the mindless, nameless soldier from so long ago. She made him feel so alive, like he mattered to the world, like he was somebody.

“Trowa,” she slurred through the fever haze in her mind, her hazy vision focusing on his chiseled face as she swam from the depths of sleep to the real world.

“Midii,” he said softly, bringing his lips to her pale delicate hand. “You gave us a scare.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, tears forming in her eyes. She was so vulnerable now, without the ice incasing her shattered heart, protecting her from the pain of the world.

“Shh, Midii, Shh,” he said softly as he gathered her into his arms gingerly, taking care not to further aggravate her angry wounds.

“I can’t do anything right,” she sobbed into his chest, the pain from that action ignored as she cried.

“That’s not true, you let me live, and you’re helping us save the world,” he said into her hair. His hand moving in rhythmic circles as he tried to comfort her troubled mind, as he grappled her close to his heart.

“Midii, we need to talk,” Sally said from the front of the tent, her hair lose and dark circle under her eyes. “Trowa you can stay,” she added when she saw the reluctance in the young mans eyes to leave.