Mission: Impossible

Of all the things he could have asked of me I never thought it would be this.

I had already gotten off a month long undercover case dealing with drug dealers and underground fight-to-the-death rings called Cages. And after being forced into one of those rings and being pumbled by a guy three times my size, my brain wasn’t working all that well, not to mention I wasn’t looking too hot either.

Usually after getting off a tough one like this Agents get some down time to assimilate back into society, or become as normal as people like us can be.

But oh, no. I knew something was wrong the minute I walked into med bay and only Sally Po was there to great me. Sally’s a great doctor, don’t get me wrong but she’s a field agent with Wufei so she shouldn’t have been there. Then I noticed the lack of noise and looked around, no one else was there but us.

I tried to ask Sally but she wouldn’t say a word, patched me up and left me on a cold metal table to shiver in my skivvies. She took my clothes with her, I still haven’t gotten them back yet…none other than Une walked in, all starched in her uniform, and she had her glasses on. Fuck.

Then I noticed Heero, standing guard position to Une’s left and a shiver went down my spine. This really wasn’t good.

“What do you want?” My voice was filled with contempt I hadn’t planned but after about a month fighting for your life old habits were hard to break.

“Agent Maxwell, I have a need of your-particular expertise.” Une’s voice was just as cold as it was when I had first met her years ago in the detention facility where she had ordered my execution.

I narrowed my eyes and darted a look at Heero. I didn’t like where this was going. “Ya need somethin blown?” I didn’t even notice my slip into slang.

Une cocked her head to the side. “Not exactly. But I need to know now if you accept the Mission before I give you the guide lines.”

My heart started to pound and I looked between both of them. Heero as still as stone and Une radiating calmness and anxiousness.

Solo’s voice came rushing into my ears, a whisper from the past, a whisper of warning. I wish I had listened. “N’ver go in wit out a way t‘git, rat.”

Heero noticed my hesitance and quickly whispered something to Une too fast for me to read. Une nodded, turned on her heal and left.

I heard the door click as Heero turned his gaze on me. I knew I was doomed.

“We need you to do this, Duo.” His voice still had that steel edge to it just like when he was fifteen but I knew it could be different, that voice of his.

I pretended not to understand what he was talking about. “Do what?”

He was standing right in front of me now, my eyes level with his chest. I knew he was looking down at me but I wouldn’t look up.

A sigh. “Don’t be difficult.”

I snapped my gaze to his face, “What is this about, Heero?”

He glowered at me. That still hadn’t changed. “Quatre.”

Everything stopped. What about Quatre? Was he hurt?

Heero read everything in my expression and gave a tiny smile. “Agree to mission parameters?”

For my friends? Anything. I nodded.

Heero lowered his head to mine, our foreheads almost touching. “I need you to say it, Duo.”

My mouth went dry as I opened my mouth then swallowed. “I agree to the mission parameters.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He gave me a rare smile. “Thank you.”

That floored me. And I barley registered when Une reentered the room and Heero moving to my side.

“Agent Maxwell, you will be appointed as Zech’s Marquise’s lover.” I felt the blood drain from my face.

My heart stopped and the room sharpened to crystal clarity. “What?” My voice was hoarse. I turned on Heero. “You said this was about Quatre!” I was getting frantic.

Heero had his blank face on. “This concerns Quatre and I will be his ‘lover’.”

My heart was on overdrive and I was doing everything I could not to start hyperventilating. This wasn’t happening! IT WASN’T!

I could barley concentrate on what Une was saying. “-we’ve determined the group of unknown’s are after either Quatre Winner or Zech’s Marquise. Therefore we have placed you two close enough that if you are with them 24/7 it wouldn’t be suspicious.”

I had broken into a cold sweat by then, eyes dilated. This couldn’t be happening. My hands began to shake. Hell, my whole body.

“Agent Maxwell?’ Une’s voice was far away. “Maxwell!”

A hand was on my shoulder and I snapped. I felt my body turning, teeth bared, snarling, hands ready to break the one on my shoulder only to face Heero’s eyes. I froze. Breathing heavily. “Liar!” I hissed.

We clashed for what seemed like hours until his voice broke through. “You promised.”

I tensed and then my body went slack, arm falling from his, gaze turned on the floor.

“Will you be able to do this, Agent Maxwell?” Une’s voice again.

I nodded numbly and let the buzzing of their two voices flow around me, ignoring them, beating off the demons screaming and clawing at me from the inside. Soon one of the voices left and I knew I was left with my own personal demon by the name of Peace. Heero Yuy.

“Duo-”

“You! You-” I knew I was hysterical or damn close. “You knew and yet you-you..” I started to laugh. I felt a sting behind my eyes.

“Duo-”

I slapped his hand away and started to scream. “You bastard! You fucking, Sonofabitch, mother fucking, traitorous, whoreson of a-”

“Duo!” His arms grabbed me and I started thrashing.

No! NO! I bit, clawed, kicked, and cursed the arm’s hold on me.

My injuries finally took their toll on me. Cracked and broken ribs, various cuts and more than one stab wound and bruises weakened me to the point all I could do was slump forward, sweat rolling down my battered body as I still refused to cry.

“You bastard.” My voice was small and throat raw but the hatred was still there. How could he ask me to do this? He knew what I went through. I choked down a ball in my throat. He knew what happened those three years after the church burned before I met G. How could he ask this of me? HOW!

“Duo,”

“Don’t. Just-don’t.” I wiggled, trying to get away and he finally let me go. I didn’t even look at him. I don’t know if I could.

He tried again, “Duo.”

“Go away, Heero!” I snapped, voice rising in anger. “GO!” I made a swipe with my arm pointing to the door out of Med bay, it was vague and wobbly at best but I knew he understood.

I knew he was behind me for a while, wavering between staying or leaving like I asked. I wasn’t going to turn around and help him. Screw him. He fucked me over he could just be confused like everyone else!

Then I felt him leave. The air just changed and the door clicked shut and I was alone.

I crumbled to the floor, arm gripping the leg of the med table I had been sitting on and stayed there until my body stopped shaking.
TBC