Part of the Job
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,391
Reviews:
7
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Part VI
Disclaimer: Duo and Heero are way glad that I don’t own them.
Part VI
Duo woke up alone. ‘Well this is familiar.’ He didn’t hear anyone else in the house but he pulled on a pair of pants just to be safe. In the kitchen he found a note on the fridge.
‘Dou, had to go out on a mission.
Meet you back here in 48 hours. – Heero’
Fuck. He suddenly felt more alone than he ever. Bad enough to wake up without Heero but now he was out fighting somewhere. Duo stalked over and tapped a few keys on the computer. Heero had cleared all traces of the mission. That efficient little shit. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. God, how do we do this if we only get to be human a few hours at a time? What were those idiots thinking? They hadn’t planned on this. The Docs hadn’t intended for us to ever meet. They expected us to stay isolated and alone. Focused totally on our missions. Even Quatre with all his loyal servants and huge family was maneuvered into separating himself from those he loved in order to fight the war.
Duo was still tired and decided it best not to try and figure everything out right now. He would do what he normally did and finish his job. He sat down at the computer and began typing his mission report leaving Heero’s appearance out of it. When he was done he found a message from Sally. Oh crap what did Heero do? Did he tell her already? This was such a bad idea. He opened the message.
‘Time for an assessment.
Go to the free clinic at 8th and Chestnut.
Ask for Dr. Cho.’
Everyone leaves me the best love notes. It was 6pm. The clinic would be closing soon. He could probably just squeeze in as the last patient if he hurried. He dug around in the discarded clothes in the bedroom until he found the box that held the key imprint. He could take care of this on the way there.
*****
Duo pulled his jacket tight around him. At five minutes to closing thee cle clinic was still packed. He went to the receptionist and told her he was Mr. Lucifer and needed to see Dr. Cho. She made him sign in and told him to take a seat. They would call him when the doctor was ready. He leaned back and closed his eyes settling in for a long wait. He must have done this at least a hundred times now. Meeting strange doctors in strange clinics. They were always like this, bombed out little places packed with people. He listened patiently to the sounds of human illness, several loud hacking coughs competing for dominance, a few bawling infants, lots of grunts and groans. Some guy was trying to hit on a girl somewhere. Ya, the free clinic is THE place to find a date, looser. The noise petered out as names were called. An hour and a half later a nurse appeared at the door, “Mr. Lucifer?” Dou opened his eyes and hopped up. He was the only one still waiting.
“Dr Cho is ready for you. Come this way.”
She walked down a poorly lit hallway and opened the farthest door. In the middle stood a monstrously large examination table with two long extensions coming from the end and another two from the mid point. The Nurse blushed as she looked at Duo’s pale face.
“I’m sorry we’re cramped for space. This is the only examination room available.”
“It’s ok.” Duo was well acquainted with what this particular table was used for.
“If you would disrobe and put on the g gow gown open to the back, the doctor will be right in.”
“Thanks.” He smiled meekly at her and she left him there. She was probably a real nurse who actually worked for the clinic. Unlike Dr. Cho who would be just passing through long enough for Duo’s assessment. Duo stripped down and put on the robe as he was told. He hopped up on the table between the two stirrups and waited.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat appeared in the doorway. She pushed paso wio with out even looking. “Good evening Mr. Lucifer.” Her voice was cold and thin. Distant. She sat down on her round stool and began writing immediately.
“Ok, Mr. Lucifer, how many full contact missions have you had since your last assessment?”
“Three.”
“Were prophylactics used in all three missions?”
“Yes”
“Were you able to retrieve them?”
“On the table in front of you.”
The doctor picked up the plastic bag in front of her and examined the contents through the bag. She then put the bag contents and all into a biohazard container.
“Did you notice any tears in the prophylactics upon completion of each mission?”
“No.” Duo said impatiently. He leaned back on the examination table. It was so damn degrading the way each doctor rolled through this laundry list of questions. They never looked him in the face. They were content to sit and scribble his responses. It was like the post operations check he ran on his Gundam to assess damage. Actually to them this really wasn’t any different. But he was a person and this was about his body. Couldn’t they at least look him in the eye? He wanted to curl up and die. Wonder if that would make her look?
“When was your last full contact mission, Mr. Lucifer?”
“Over 24 hours ago.”
The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves with a snap. Her eyes still concentrating on her list.
Maybe she’d never done this before and had to read how to do it? Duo wondered.
She rolled the chair over to Duo and laid his arm against the table. She tied a rubber strap above his elbow and pushed around the fold of his arm looking for a vein. She found what she wanted and inserted the needle taking a total of three vials of blood.
“Hold this here.”
Duo held the cotton ball to his arm as she removed the needle. She taped the cotton in place then returned to her paper work. The vials of red liquid were added to the biohazard box.
“Any profuse bleeding or unusual discharges?”
“Some bleeding following the contact.”
Dr. Cho scribbled on her paper and took a tube from the shelf above her. “Any nausea, head aches, black outs, or dizziness?” She opened the tube and spread the contents liberally on her gloved fingers.
“No.”
She turned around to him and looked up. It was a mistake. She wasn’t supposed to look at him. “Ah uh…feet… in the ah s-s-stirrups and hips a-at the edge of the table. Please.” Her voice was suddenly thick and shaky. She looked down at the floor waiting for him to comply.
Ya, bitch, look at me. I’m a human. A boy. A child compared to you. Duo spread his legs open wide to fit into the contraption and slid himself to the edge. He looked straight up at the ceiling clenching his fists at his sides. As the doctor’s fingers pressed into him, he winced and grunted. She placed a hand on Duo’s knee and whispered “easy” as she moved around inside him. Painful fire ran through his veins and he suddenly yelled out as her finger grazed along his left side. The doctor looked taken aback and she quickly removed herself from him and went back to her scribbling. Duo lay on the table panting his hips still tingling from the unexpected pain.
The scribbling stopped. The doctor fache whe wall in front of her as she spoke. “There’s a substantial tear more than halfway in. You’ll have to be removed from all full contact missions for 6 weeks. I recommend that you rest for at least 2. You shouldn’t have any other… ‘activities’, during that 6 weeks.” The doctor’s voice was cracking. Duo could see her body begin to shake. He clinched his fists tighter. She looked at Duo apprehensively over her shoulder, “You can stop at the desk for a bottle of antibiotics and painkillers. Do you have any questions?”
Pure rage was coursing through Duo’s body. She was going to cry. He could see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her bottom lip was quivering. He was lying here being treated like a fucking useless object. He gave his body over for the sake of some shit assed war and SHE was going to cry!
“get out.”
Her face fell blank.
“get out, Get Out, GET OUT!!!!” He yelled. The doctor scrambled for her box of trinkets and her precious forms full of questions and ran from the room sobbing.
Duo lay still on the table. It’s my body. Mine. Not theirs. I don’t get to cry, why should she? He stood up pulling off the gown and grabbed his clothes. He knew exactly what he needed to do.
About a mile from the safe house he entered a small corner store. He bought 4 pizzas, 2 bags of chips, three bottles of vodka and some limes. He planned to stay drunk as hell until Heero got back.
~TBC~
Note: Ahem, um, ya, this story has really taken an odd turn. However it does come from a lot of thought about what the consequences of Duo’s missions might look like and how they would affect his relationship with Heero. Heero’s missions also take their toll on the boys and I think we’ll see that in the next chapter. I greatly appreciate anyone who sticks it out with me to see what happens.
craxy
Part VI
Duo woke up alone. ‘Well this is familiar.’ He didn’t hear anyone else in the house but he pulled on a pair of pants just to be safe. In the kitchen he found a note on the fridge.
‘Dou, had to go out on a mission.
Meet you back here in 48 hours. – Heero’
Fuck. He suddenly felt more alone than he ever. Bad enough to wake up without Heero but now he was out fighting somewhere. Duo stalked over and tapped a few keys on the computer. Heero had cleared all traces of the mission. That efficient little shit. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. God, how do we do this if we only get to be human a few hours at a time? What were those idiots thinking? They hadn’t planned on this. The Docs hadn’t intended for us to ever meet. They expected us to stay isolated and alone. Focused totally on our missions. Even Quatre with all his loyal servants and huge family was maneuvered into separating himself from those he loved in order to fight the war.
Duo was still tired and decided it best not to try and figure everything out right now. He would do what he normally did and finish his job. He sat down at the computer and began typing his mission report leaving Heero’s appearance out of it. When he was done he found a message from Sally. Oh crap what did Heero do? Did he tell her already? This was such a bad idea. He opened the message.
‘Time for an assessment.
Go to the free clinic at 8th and Chestnut.
Ask for Dr. Cho.’
Everyone leaves me the best love notes. It was 6pm. The clinic would be closing soon. He could probably just squeeze in as the last patient if he hurried. He dug around in the discarded clothes in the bedroom until he found the box that held the key imprint. He could take care of this on the way there.
*****
Duo pulled his jacket tight around him. At five minutes to closing thee cle clinic was still packed. He went to the receptionist and told her he was Mr. Lucifer and needed to see Dr. Cho. She made him sign in and told him to take a seat. They would call him when the doctor was ready. He leaned back and closed his eyes settling in for a long wait. He must have done this at least a hundred times now. Meeting strange doctors in strange clinics. They were always like this, bombed out little places packed with people. He listened patiently to the sounds of human illness, several loud hacking coughs competing for dominance, a few bawling infants, lots of grunts and groans. Some guy was trying to hit on a girl somewhere. Ya, the free clinic is THE place to find a date, looser. The noise petered out as names were called. An hour and a half later a nurse appeared at the door, “Mr. Lucifer?” Dou opened his eyes and hopped up. He was the only one still waiting.
“Dr Cho is ready for you. Come this way.”
She walked down a poorly lit hallway and opened the farthest door. In the middle stood a monstrously large examination table with two long extensions coming from the end and another two from the mid point. The Nurse blushed as she looked at Duo’s pale face.
“I’m sorry we’re cramped for space. This is the only examination room available.”
“It’s ok.” Duo was well acquainted with what this particular table was used for.
“If you would disrobe and put on the g gow gown open to the back, the doctor will be right in.”
“Thanks.” He smiled meekly at her and she left him there. She was probably a real nurse who actually worked for the clinic. Unlike Dr. Cho who would be just passing through long enough for Duo’s assessment. Duo stripped down and put on the robe as he was told. He hopped up on the table between the two stirrups and waited.
A middle-aged woman in a white coat appeared in the doorway. She pushed paso wio with out even looking. “Good evening Mr. Lucifer.” Her voice was cold and thin. Distant. She sat down on her round stool and began writing immediately.
“Ok, Mr. Lucifer, how many full contact missions have you had since your last assessment?”
“Three.”
“Were prophylactics used in all three missions?”
“Yes”
“Were you able to retrieve them?”
“On the table in front of you.”
The doctor picked up the plastic bag in front of her and examined the contents through the bag. She then put the bag contents and all into a biohazard container.
“Did you notice any tears in the prophylactics upon completion of each mission?”
“No.” Duo said impatiently. He leaned back on the examination table. It was so damn degrading the way each doctor rolled through this laundry list of questions. They never looked him in the face. They were content to sit and scribble his responses. It was like the post operations check he ran on his Gundam to assess damage. Actually to them this really wasn’t any different. But he was a person and this was about his body. Couldn’t they at least look him in the eye? He wanted to curl up and die. Wonder if that would make her look?
“When was your last full contact mission, Mr. Lucifer?”
“Over 24 hours ago.”
The doctor put on a pair of rubber gloves with a snap. Her eyes still concentrating on her list.
Maybe she’d never done this before and had to read how to do it? Duo wondered.
She rolled the chair over to Duo and laid his arm against the table. She tied a rubber strap above his elbow and pushed around the fold of his arm looking for a vein. She found what she wanted and inserted the needle taking a total of three vials of blood.
“Hold this here.”
Duo held the cotton ball to his arm as she removed the needle. She taped the cotton in place then returned to her paper work. The vials of red liquid were added to the biohazard box.
“Any profuse bleeding or unusual discharges?”
“Some bleeding following the contact.”
Dr. Cho scribbled on her paper and took a tube from the shelf above her. “Any nausea, head aches, black outs, or dizziness?” She opened the tube and spread the contents liberally on her gloved fingers.
“No.”
She turned around to him and looked up. It was a mistake. She wasn’t supposed to look at him. “Ah uh…feet… in the ah s-s-stirrups and hips a-at the edge of the table. Please.” Her voice was suddenly thick and shaky. She looked down at the floor waiting for him to comply.
Ya, bitch, look at me. I’m a human. A boy. A child compared to you. Duo spread his legs open wide to fit into the contraption and slid himself to the edge. He looked straight up at the ceiling clenching his fists at his sides. As the doctor’s fingers pressed into him, he winced and grunted. She placed a hand on Duo’s knee and whispered “easy” as she moved around inside him. Painful fire ran through his veins and he suddenly yelled out as her finger grazed along his left side. The doctor looked taken aback and she quickly removed herself from him and went back to her scribbling. Duo lay on the table panting his hips still tingling from the unexpected pain.
The scribbling stopped. The doctor fache whe wall in front of her as she spoke. “There’s a substantial tear more than halfway in. You’ll have to be removed from all full contact missions for 6 weeks. I recommend that you rest for at least 2. You shouldn’t have any other… ‘activities’, during that 6 weeks.” The doctor’s voice was cracking. Duo could see her body begin to shake. He clinched his fists tighter. She looked at Duo apprehensively over her shoulder, “You can stop at the desk for a bottle of antibiotics and painkillers. Do you have any questions?”
Pure rage was coursing through Duo’s body. She was going to cry. He could see the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Her bottom lip was quivering. He was lying here being treated like a fucking useless object. He gave his body over for the sake of some shit assed war and SHE was going to cry!
“get out.”
Her face fell blank.
“get out, Get Out, GET OUT!!!!” He yelled. The doctor scrambled for her box of trinkets and her precious forms full of questions and ran from the room sobbing.
Duo lay still on the table. It’s my body. Mine. Not theirs. I don’t get to cry, why should she? He stood up pulling off the gown and grabbed his clothes. He knew exactly what he needed to do.
About a mile from the safe house he entered a small corner store. He bought 4 pizzas, 2 bags of chips, three bottles of vodka and some limes. He planned to stay drunk as hell until Heero got back.
~TBC~
Note: Ahem, um, ya, this story has really taken an odd turn. However it does come from a lot of thought about what the consequences of Duo’s missions might look like and how they would affect his relationship with Heero. Heero’s missions also take their toll on the boys and I think we’ll see that in the next chapter. I greatly appreciate anyone who sticks it out with me to see what happens.
craxy