Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

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Re: Torn 7

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

"Wufei?" Heero's voice came faintly, and his eyes began to focus, struggling to return him to the present.

"Here," Wufei replied, moving into his line-of-sight.

"He asked me..." Heero began, before his voice faded out and he had to start again. "He told me to tell you, that he was sorry. For shooting you. He said he hoped he didn't hurt you too badly."

Wufei closed his own eyes, and bowed his head, as though to shut out the world. "It wasn't necessary," he muttered. "Maxwell's anger was... entirely justified."

"I'm sorry, too," Heero added, after a moment, shifting his attention to include Trowa as well.

"For what?" Trowa asked his friend, keeping his voice level.

"For making you keep my secret," Heero answered. "Even though you knew I was wrong. I finally realized what I was doing wrong. Quatre showed me." His lips twitched, into the barest hint of a smile, painful to look at. "You've got quite a treasure there, Trowa," he told him, his cobalt eyes flicking down to me and then back again to meet Trowa's emerald ones. "Don't ever take him for granted."

"Oh, I don't," Trowa breathed, and his hands tightened on my arms.

"Quatre," he said, and my chest tightened painfully. I didn't want to be the focus of his attention, but I forced myself to meet his eyes. My heart almost broke when he took a deep breath, and said, "Thank you."

"Don't," I denied shakily. "It wasn't anything I did."

"But it was," he insisted. "You saved me."

Re: Torn 7

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

For some reason I had trouble being proud, of what I'd done... but the truth of his statement couldn't be denied. At the very least, I helped him save himself, from the ultimate self-destruction. And Duo was at peace now. I had to take comfort in that. Somehow, I mustered a smile for Heero; the sight of it seemed to relieve him more than the effort warranted. He gave a small sigh, and relaxed. His body was thin and pale surrounded by the stark white hospital sheets, and the ungainly machinery; far to small to support even one such warlike spirit, much less two. "I hurt," he admitted reluctantly, in the voice of a small child.

"I should think so, considering the condition your body is in," Wufei told him with some asperity. "I'd give you a list, but I don't have an hour to spare..."

"Just rest now," Trowa told him softly, glancing between Heero and me and Wufei. "We have time for you to heal."

"Heal?" Heero said bleakly. "I can't. I can't. Duo... he..." His hands spasmed, and clenched into fists around the bedsheet. His breathing quickened, and the heart monitor began to beep a plaintive alarm.

"Shh, Heero, it's all right," I hastened to soothe him, leaning over to brush away the last of the drying tears. "We have a war to fight soon, and you're going to hurt yourself if you don't let it go. Ease off a little, Heero, and sleep. We'll stay with you... I promise..."

An echo of a voice whispered behind my words, and died. Heero's eyes closed; he slept, or fell back into unconsciousness, it didn't really matter which. Without the need for speech, the three remaining pilots found seats against the wall of the hospital room, and settled in for a long wait. We couldn't heal the tear in Heero's soul; no living person could. But we would stay with him, be there for him, assure that he was never left alone.

In time, maybe that would be enough.





~OWARI~