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BFB - 082e - Wufei's Disaster
Wufei stood silently just inside the doorway of the ward; he wouldn’t go any further until he was invited. He wasn’t going to make any more stupid mistakes, not today.
Heero had arranged himself in the middle of the bed, a pile of pillows at his back, and Duo lay between his up-drawn legs, his head resting on the Wyvern’s chest. His eyes were closed; he might have been asleep, but for one hand rubbing gently at the soft worn fabric of Heero’s aging jeans. Heero’s arms rested loosely around the Banshee's shoulders, protecting but not possessive, and he had his nose buried in a handful of the thick auburn hair.
Heero would know that Wufei was there; Heero was a Wyvern, a natural-born guardian. Wufei waited until Heero chose to acknowledge him.
Wufei didn’t want to stare, and he knew he shouldn’t watch, but his eyes just would not stay down. It wasn’t as if they would be angry; they were in a semi-public place, after all, and they weren’t doing anything embarrassing. Still... It just didn’t feel... proper for Wufei to be watching while the Wyvern cuddled and comforted the Banshee. But it didn’t stop him.
An added problem was that, even though he was responsible for Duo being here, even though he should be thanking his ancestors that Heero had let him live after that, he was *still* picturing himself in Heero’s place. *His* arms around Duo; *his* lips brushing lightly over that burnished hair; *his* fingers stroking tenderly over the fair column of the Banshee's throat.
~ Bad Wufei! ~ sneered his inner self. ~ Always *wanting* things! Never satisfied, never content. You really *are* pathetic! ~
Well. He supposed there was no point in arguing with that. Not if he wanted to retain at least some of his honor.
Heero looked up then, acknowledging his presence with a single arched eyebrow. Wufei bowed his head, his body language clear as handwriting to the other Dragon. He didn’t need to see the inclination of Heero’s head to know that permission to approach had been granted.
Duo raised his head from Heero’s chest, smiling at Wufei. No sign remained of blood, bruises or broken bones; Mistress Loquinn was one of the best healers on the continent. Duo started to speak, but a sign from Heero silenced him. He flicked worried eyes Heero’s way, but settled back as bidden.
Wufei bowed low, his hands out to display the dozen small appointment cards. Heero took one and read it, then put it back in Wufei’s hand.
“How many?” he asked.
“Twelve, Heero,” Wufei replied immediately. “Twice a week for six weeks. More, if I need it.”
“Very well,” rumbled the Wyvern with a narrow glare. He leaned back against the pillows, offering Wufei the opportunity to make his apologies to Duo.
The Banshee glanced from one Dragon to the other curiously, not understanding their rituals or the fact that Heero had just – figuratively – taken his foot off Wufei’s throat.
Wufei sank to his knees gratefully; for this moment, for this person, he would gladly abase himself.
“Duo, I am so sorry for hurting you. I have lost control of my temper and I know I need help. I will make this right for you somehow; any way you choose. I am unworthy to be called a friend. I am unworthy of being a Were-Dragon. I am...” He had to pause to find his voice. “I am unworthy of the name Chang... I cannot ask for forgiveness; what I did was unforgivable, but I swear to you that I will never hurt you again.”
Almost before he finished, Duo was reaching for his hand. “Wufei! Of course, I forgive you! You didn’t do it deliberately! And I don’t even remember it, anyway. So just stop that ‘unforgivable’ crap!”
“Duo,” warned Heero softly. “Do not argue with Wufei. Accept or do not accept the apology; this is not the time for forgiveness. That will be addressed at a later time.”
Duo frowned and started to argue, but Wufei stopped him.
“Heero is right, Duo. There is no forgiveness for allowing my temper to cause injury to a friend. Forgiveness must be earned; a simple apology is not enough.”
“But...” Duo looked up at Heero and then back at Wufei. “Okay, this is more of that ‘Dragon’ stuff, right?”
“That’s right,” agreed Heero. “There are certain rules of conduct for Dragons; Wufei has seriously violated those rules. He will have to make amends and modify his behavior so that this never happens again.” He nuzzled Duo’s neck gently. “Please do not interfere, angel,” he whispered. “His honor is at stake here.”
Duo’s nature argued against what it deemed ‘holding a grudge’ but he had to bow to Heero’s logic. At least partly.
He sighed in exasperation. “Okay; I accept your apology, and I’ll try not to forgive you until one of you tells me it’s time. Is that all right?” And these guys called *him* complicated!
Wufei looked up at the bright-eyed creature. Not a sign of Wufei’s failure of honor remained... That is the way it will stay, he vowed to himself. He squeezed Duo’s hand gently. “Thank you. You will have no cause to regret your generosity.” He got to his feet then and bowed deeply to Heero once more.
Heero nodded, dismissing him. “Go home, Wufei. Trowa is worried.”
~*~
So he went home eventually, after a short detour to Mistress Loquinn’s office to show her the appointment cards. She already knew, though, having received a call from the psychologist shortly after Wufei left his office. She pronounced it a Good Thing and informed the very subdued Were-Dragon that her door was always open to him, should he feel inclined to talk.
He rather doubted that he would avail himself of that offer, but then, he never would have pictured himself in a Human psychologist’s office either.
He was just so pathetic.
...tbc...
BFB - 082e - Wufei's Disaster
Wufei stood silently just inside the doorway of the ward; he wouldn’t go any further until he was invited. He wasn’t going to make any more stupid mistakes, not today.
Heero had arranged himself in the middle of the bed, a pile of pillows at his back, and Duo lay between his up-drawn legs, his head resting on the Wyvern’s chest. His eyes were closed; he might have been asleep, but for one hand rubbing gently at the soft worn fabric of Heero’s aging jeans. Heero’s arms rested loosely around the Banshee's shoulders, protecting but not possessive, and he had his nose buried in a handful of the thick auburn hair.
Heero would know that Wufei was there; Heero was a Wyvern, a natural-born guardian. Wufei waited until Heero chose to acknowledge him.
Wufei didn’t want to stare, and he knew he shouldn’t watch, but his eyes just would not stay down. It wasn’t as if they would be angry; they were in a semi-public place, after all, and they weren’t doing anything embarrassing. Still... It just didn’t feel... proper for Wufei to be watching while the Wyvern cuddled and comforted the Banshee. But it didn’t stop him.
An added problem was that, even though he was responsible for Duo being here, even though he should be thanking his ancestors that Heero had let him live after that, he was *still* picturing himself in Heero’s place. *His* arms around Duo; *his* lips brushing lightly over that burnished hair; *his* fingers stroking tenderly over the fair column of the Banshee's throat.
~ Bad Wufei! ~ sneered his inner self. ~ Always *wanting* things! Never satisfied, never content. You really *are* pathetic! ~
Well. He supposed there was no point in arguing with that. Not if he wanted to retain at least some of his honor.
Heero looked up then, acknowledging his presence with a single arched eyebrow. Wufei bowed his head, his body language clear as handwriting to the other Dragon. He didn’t need to see the inclination of Heero’s head to know that permission to approach had been granted.
Duo raised his head from Heero’s chest, smiling at Wufei. No sign remained of blood, bruises or broken bones; Mistress Loquinn was one of the best healers on the continent. Duo started to speak, but a sign from Heero silenced him. He flicked worried eyes Heero’s way, but settled back as bidden.
Wufei bowed low, his hands out to display the dozen small appointment cards. Heero took one and read it, then put it back in Wufei’s hand.
“How many?” he asked.
“Twelve, Heero,” Wufei replied immediately. “Twice a week for six weeks. More, if I need it.”
“Very well,” rumbled the Wyvern with a narrow glare. He leaned back against the pillows, offering Wufei the opportunity to make his apologies to Duo.
The Banshee glanced from one Dragon to the other curiously, not understanding their rituals or the fact that Heero had just – figuratively – taken his foot off Wufei’s throat.
Wufei sank to his knees gratefully; for this moment, for this person, he would gladly abase himself.
“Duo, I am so sorry for hurting you. I have lost control of my temper and I know I need help. I will make this right for you somehow; any way you choose. I am unworthy to be called a friend. I am unworthy of being a Were-Dragon. I am...” He had to pause to find his voice. “I am unworthy of the name Chang... I cannot ask for forgiveness; what I did was unforgivable, but I swear to you that I will never hurt you again.”
Almost before he finished, Duo was reaching for his hand. “Wufei! Of course, I forgive you! You didn’t do it deliberately! And I don’t even remember it, anyway. So just stop that ‘unforgivable’ crap!”
“Duo,” warned Heero softly. “Do not argue with Wufei. Accept or do not accept the apology; this is not the time for forgiveness. That will be addressed at a later time.”
Duo frowned and started to argue, but Wufei stopped him.
“Heero is right, Duo. There is no forgiveness for allowing my temper to cause injury to a friend. Forgiveness must be earned; a simple apology is not enough.”
“But...” Duo looked up at Heero and then back at Wufei. “Okay, this is more of that ‘Dragon’ stuff, right?”
“That’s right,” agreed Heero. “There are certain rules of conduct for Dragons; Wufei has seriously violated those rules. He will have to make amends and modify his behavior so that this never happens again.” He nuzzled Duo’s neck gently. “Please do not interfere, angel,” he whispered. “His honor is at stake here.”
Duo’s nature argued against what it deemed ‘holding a grudge’ but he had to bow to Heero’s logic. At least partly.
He sighed in exasperation. “Okay; I accept your apology, and I’ll try not to forgive you until one of you tells me it’s time. Is that all right?” And these guys called *him* complicated!
Wufei looked up at the bright-eyed creature. Not a sign of Wufei’s failure of honor remained... That is the way it will stay, he vowed to himself. He squeezed Duo’s hand gently. “Thank you. You will have no cause to regret your generosity.” He got to his feet then and bowed deeply to Heero once more.
Heero nodded, dismissing him. “Go home, Wufei. Trowa is worried.”
~*~
So he went home eventually, after a short detour to Mistress Loquinn’s office to show her the appointment cards. She already knew, though, having received a call from the psychologist shortly after Wufei left his office. She pronounced it a Good Thing and informed the very subdued Were-Dragon that her door was always open to him, should he feel inclined to talk.
He rather doubted that he would avail himself of that offer, but then, he never would have pictured himself in a Human psychologist’s office either.
He was just so pathetic.
...tbc...
