Title: Silence and the Soldier
Author: Satsuki Kitsune           
Category: yaoi
Rating: PG-13… for now.        
Pairings: 3x1 (more later, I think.)
Warnings: the usual…boys with boys… and perhaps I will get to a lemon later on. 
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing characters and universe are the property of the copyright owners. I don't make any money….
Feedback: Any and all comments and feedback is welcome!!!!!!!!!
Notes: hmmm…… this is my take on when Trowa took care of Heero after he self-destructed. And….. the fic!

Heero Yuy moaned in his sleep. Tonight his dreams were haunted by Odin Lowe, the Little Girl, and her puppy. They stared and pointed accusing fingers at him.

            ' Stop! Go away! You're all dead!'  In the dream, Heero's voice was growing hoarse from screaming at them.

            The Girl looked at him with haunted, empty blue eyes eyes. Her lip curled into a merciless smirk.

            " Yes, I'm dead. I'm dead because you killed me. You killed me, Heero. You killed me……"

           

            The pilot of Wing Gundam opened his eyes slowly with a gasp. He looked around, taking in his new, unfamiliar surroundings.

            ' Just a dream….'  Then, his deep Prussian eyes widened as they saw the Peacecraft girl sitting in a chair, knitting.

            The young woman turned around and saw that he was awake. But her face turned into a girl who he would soon know as Catherine. She had reddish-brown hair, which was kept short and curly, and eyes of a glassy blue that seemed friendly and full of care.

            " Oh, you're awake! I'll go get Trowa!" With that, she was gone in a flash.

            ' Trowa……?'

            Just then, the tall, deep green-eyed Heavyarms pilot walked in. He looked at Heero with a penetrating gaze, taking in the sight of him, a mess of cuts, bruises and bloody bandages.

            Heero looked straight back, his emotionless eyes never wavering,

            " Why did you save me? I-.." He stopped there, finding that it was fairly hard to talk and his voice was dry and cracked. He ignored the pain and said more, " I was supposed to die."

            Heero tried to sit up, but a look of extreme pain crossed his unguarded face and he fell back, breathing hard,

            " What happened to me?"

            Trowa, who hard been silent until now, regarded Heero carefully,

            " Well, self-destructing is a good way to kill yourself. But in your case, you lived through it. You have a compound fracture in your left arm, had a piece of shrapnel in your leg, and major cuts and bruises all over your chest and legs. It's a miracle you're still alive," he told him. And Heero said nothing.

            " Ever since that battle, there have been no other battles or threats to the colonies. And I wonder, should I go ahead and kill you, then follow your example…." Trowa continued.

            Heero took a deep breath, " Well, I'll tell you one thing: Dying hurts like hell." Trowa's face slowly broke into a smile and he laughed aloud. And Catherine spoke from the small kitchen in the trailer,

            " Hey, I think that's the first time I've ever heard Trowa laugh!" she exclaimed while making some soup.

            " Will you tell me what happened while I was lying here unconscious?" Heero asked. And Trowa nodded,

            " Sure thing."

            As he began to talk, images from the night when he had brought Heero here came to Trowa's head……

            * flashback  *

            Trowa hopped out of Heavyarm's cockpit and hurriedly climbed over to where the Wing pilot laid in the mech's hand. Ignoring the blood dripping all over the gundam's hand, Trowa pulled the battered and broken Heero out. And, carrying him carefully, Trowa jumped down from the suit with Heero in his arms.

              Trowa ran quickly to his and Catherine's trailer and banged heavily on the door.

            Catherine opened it with a gasp,

            " Trowa!!" Then she saw Heero…. " My god…Trowa, bring him in!"

            The Heavyarms pilot laid Heero down on the counter and Catherine appeared with a med kit and bandages. She didn't bother to ask questions, because she knew Trowa was far too secretive about his life. Cathy stripped Heero of his ruined and bloody shirt and began dressing his wounds.

            " God, he's bleeding everywhere…." She whispered.

            Cathy looked at Heero's left arm, which was bent in an unnatural way. The skin looked pale and greenish, with a piece of bone sticking out of it.

            " He needs to go to the hospital, or he'll die," she told Trowa. " He's bleeding too badly."

            Thoughts raced through Trowa's head….. How could he face Heero if he woke up in a hospital?? But even so, how could he let the Perfect Soldier die?

            TBC…..          

Author's Notes: Hi! This is actually my first fic to post up here… and I am SOO glad to get the first part done! Whew! Hope ya liked it, and there's more to come… plus some shounen ai!!