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Title: Title Fatal

Author: Ligerwolfe

Archive: If applicable 1

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Pairings: 2x5

Rating: R

Spoilers: Wufei’s sick

Warnings: Death Fic.

Note: © 2004 This was written for my term paper this year for high school and what I have here is the uncut gundam wing version of it.

“Good god!” Duo whispered as he sat up in bed reading the newspaper, “That’s what he has, it's gotta be!”

Duo jumped from his bed and quickly threw on some loose clothes, easy to run in, and ran as he pushed through the door with the paper in his hand. It was a relatively warm night as he traveled the streets of New York to get to the Glory Hole before Heero would close for the day.

“Heero, we’re almost done cleaning. We will be able to close tonight with no problems.”

“Good, I’m hitting the strobe lights, then I’m gonna lock the front door.” Heero yelled from the cat walk.

“K, boss.”

“Heero!” Duo screamed as he ran into the empty dance hall, “Heero where are ya man?”

“Up here, I’m killing the strobe lights.”

“You’ve got to read this. It’ll explain Wufei’s condition much more than I ever could. Or at least what I believe to be Wufei’s condition.” Duo held up the paper for Michael to see.

He walked calmly to where Duo stood and took the section of the New York Times from the frantic man, “Rare Cancer Seen in 41 Homosexuals: Outbreak Occurring among Men in New York and California.” Heero read, his voice trailing to a mumble.

Duo stood there practically bouncing on his heels as he watched Heero scan his amber eyes down the newspaper. Duo’s mind was racing for if he was right there might be almost nothing he could possibly be able to do to save his lover.

“My god . . .” Heero paused and looked at him, “a cancer.”

“Yeah did you read the symptoms?” Duo asked following Heero to the stools at the bar for a sit.

“‘Doctors have been taught in the past that the cancer usually appears first in . . . spots . . .’” Heero read slowing down his speech. “That’s exactly . . .”

“. . . What Wufei has.” Duo finished, “Yeah I know.”

“When is this dated?”

“Yesterday, I’m always a day behind with papers.” Duo replied, “I have a colleague in San Francisco, I believe he’s studying the outbreak. I’ll call him and let him know there’s been another.”

“Good.” Heero replied still in shock as he watched Duo head for the door, “Duo . . . did you leave this morning with Wufei?”

“Yeah . . . we had fun down in the baths and then he walked me home about two why?”

“No reason, just tell him he works at six tonight.” Heero finished.

“Of course.”

The blue of the sun could be seen now as Duo stepped on to the street. He looked at the clear blue sky on this New York morning while his mind raced with questions. He quickly came back to reality and ran home as fast as his well tone muscles could carry him.

***

“Hi Trowa . . . it’s Duo.”

“Duo how’s it going my friends?” Trowa asked, picturing his old friend with the voice over the phone.

“Not so well . . . a couple of weeks ago I diagnosed a boyfriend of mine with Kaposi’s sarcoma with out even realizing it.”

“Oh no . . . did you get hold of the CDC?”

“I’ve been trying since that day and have gotten nothing but busy signals and women who don’t know what it is. Then I saw an article in the Newspaper this morning.” Duo replied pacing around his office at work.

“Yes, you mean the ‘Rare Cancer’ yeah I saw it too. I believe it’s fatal.” Trowa slowly replied.

“Fatal . . . that’s what I was afraid you’d say. So what do I do Jim?” Duo asked.

“Um . . . all I can say is to get him to a Dr. Michael Lange. He’s studying the disease in New York. He’ll be able to put him on the record, but I don’t know what he has to do.”

“Thanks Trowa.”

“Bye.”

***

“Give me a Black Blood.”

“Man, Johnny don’t you drink anything else?” Wufei asked handing him his drink.

“Don’t you ever act nice to people?”

“Nope . . . sorry man!” Wufei replied moving down the bar.

“Hey Wufei, come have a ‘bath’ with me.” A voice called from the dance floor.

“Can you get a better hair cut?”

“Uh . . . no.”

“Then I can't go to a 'bath' with you.” Wufei continued down the bar without even looking at the man.

It was nearly 7 o’clock when Duo cam into the bar. He had served men all afternoon at his office and now had to tell Wufei that he has to the one place he hates the most.

“Tag!” he yelled over the music.

“I’m busy kid . . . we’ll go down later.” Wufei replied without even thinking.

“No . . . Wufei we need to talk. It’s about your health.” Duo moved down the bar trying to talk to him.

“My health is fine.”

Duo jumped the bar and grabbed hold of Wufei’s arm, “Wufei we have to talk.”

“I’m fine.” Wufei tried to rip away but as he did the sleeve on his arm went up and the slight bruise marks were shown.”

“That’s what we have to talk about.” Duo said and then pulled him into the back room.

“Its nothing, I have to get back to work.”

“Wufei . . .” Duo hesitated for a moment before continuing, “You’re dying.”

“Dying?” Wufei breathed, stopping his struggle.

Duo let him go and sat down on an old stool, “Yes Wufei, dying. I finally got a hold of the colleague of mine and told him all about you. He said it was fatal. You remember that day I diagnosed you, well it was the first meeting of the outbreak by the CDC, June 8th.”

“So what does it mean for me?” Wufei asked moving closer to Duo.

“It means that I’m going to take you to a Dr. Lange in Manhattan and have him look at you before I truly believe that it’s fatal.”

“Duo . . . baby you know you’re the only doctor I go to.” Wufei sat down on the floor against a bare wall.

“I know, but I also know that you go through five guys a night, not including me. I know that if you have it that means I probably have it. I know that yours is in its last stage and if you don’t get this examination your death will creep up on us.” Duo paused and moved down to sit with him.

“Duo is this what I get . . . is this what I get for being what I am . . . living the way I live . . .” he took Duo’s hand, “. . . Loving the people I love.”

“No . . . no,” Duo squeezed the hand, “You’re not the only one. It takes 10 years to fully develop and that my spots,” he lifted his left arm to show only one, “are only the first stage.”

“Ten years.”

“Wufei . . . Wufei you have customers . . .” Heero yelled, his sentence trailing off when he noticed them on the floor. “So you told him.”

“Don’t worry Wufei we’ll both be with you when it happens.” Duo continued.

“Yeah . . . and don’t you dare think you’re the only one who has it.” Heero added moving closer to them.

Wufei shook his head and forcefully got up from Duo’s arms, “I’ve got to get back to work, Duo set up that appointment if you want. I’ll go to humor you . . . nothing more.”

Duo watched Wufei pushed passed Heero and headed toward the door.

“This is not going to go well. What should we do?” Heero asked sitting where Wufei once sat.

“What we can do . . . take him anyway, he has to go.”

“Yo . . . Heero,” Wufei yelled sticking his head in, “the band is here.”

“K.” Heero turned back to Duo after he left again. “If it is fatal . . .”

“It is!”

“Ok . . . ok . . . because it is fatal all we can do is make it easer for him to go.” Heero stood and smoothed his shirt out.

“Yeah I’ll think on it.” Duo sat there as he watched Michael leave, “I’ll think on it.”

***

“Well Doctor, I’ve finished his examination.” Dr. Lange reported coming into the waiting room while washing his hands.

“Well?” Duo asked standing sharply with Heero.

“Please follow me into my ready room. It’ll be better there.”

The boys followed Dr. Lange back behind the door and to his room. When they entered Duo saw Wufei sitting on the table looking worse than normal. He and Michael rushed over to him asking questions franticly.

“Well doctor, is it fatal?”

After taking in a deep gasp of air the Dr. replied, “Yes . . . its fatal and I can’t number your days down in any way.”

“I don’t understand what’s it doing to my body?” Wufei asked looking at the growing spots on his hands.

“We don’t know what it's really doing. You’re among the first getting it. Only two cases in every three million people have it right now. We do know that is mainly the homosexual men who get it.” Dr. Lange explained.

“What’s today, August?” Wufei asked.

“September 30, you’re off a month hun.” Duo answered rubbing his back slowly.

“I feel so weak.”

“It’s getting worse quickly.” Dr. Lange continued, “I have friends, Dr. Dennis Jurank and Curran who are studying the case. You could join the study.”

“No . . . if I’m to die I will die next to the ones I love.” Wufei replied looking only at Duo and Heero.

“Ok.”

***

“Where’s Wufei?”

“Didn’t you hear . . . he has that disease, the one that kills you?”

“Really . . . no not Wufei. He may be cold but we love him so.”

“Yeah I know, he can’t even get out of bed, he’s been there since August.”

“Wow.”

***

“I hate seeing him like this.” Duo whispered as he left Wufei’s room. “He’s so weak, so not like himself . . . strong, bold, and cold.”

“I know he’s been in bed for three months and . . . and it’s . . . it’s just not him.” Heero added.

“We have to be strong, for him. I know . . . his affairs, you know money, bills, over due things . . . parents. Let’s get them all ready for his leaving. He’s not going to do them himself.” Duo said explaining his idea. “If he’s going to die let him go peacefully.”

Heero stood there not really registering what Duo had just said to him. Finally it hit him and the two boys began there pursuit. They gathered together everyone that even remotely liked Wufei and began working on everything. They split everyone up into three groups of five and gave them a section to do, Heero and Duo having the hardest part.

“Do we have to do it?” Heero asked staring up at the house in front of them.

“Yes we do, they deserve the right to know and at least see him on his death bed.” Duo replied ringing the door bell.

“Yes can I help you?” a woman asked as she opened the door.

“Only if you are Mrs. Chang.” Duo replied.

“Yes I am, is there something wrong?” Mrs. Chang replied stepping out the house and shutting the door a little.

“It’s about your son ma’am.” Heero added, not wanting to just stand there.

“Wufei, what’s wrong . . . is he ok?” she asked a little worry slipping into his voice.

Duo sighed hating to have to tell her this, “He’s . . . he’s dying ma’am.”

“Dying!”

“Yes . . . he contracted a disease that’s killing him. Maybe we should have you sit down.” Heero said as he watched her grab hold of the door.

“Yes . . . come in. Please.” she said pushing the door open and walking in, “The living room is just there, please have a seat.”

“Thank, will Mr. Trowa be joining us?” Duo asked sitting down on the couch.

“Um . . . no his father died about two years ago, just after Wufei told us he was gay. Wufei had been coming around to see me once a week, but he stopped a couple of months ago. I didn’t know why.” Mrs. Chang sat don on a chair.

“Mrs. Chang my name is Dr. Duo Maxwell and a couple of months ago I diagnosed him with Kaposi’s sarcoma, a rare form of cancer. Now it’s slowly killing him.”

“So what . . . what’s going to happen is there a cure?”

“No ma’am, there is not and he will die soon. You must come see him. You must.” Heero added.

“Yes of course let me get my things.” Mrs. Wufei stood and left the room to grab her jacket.

***

Mrs. Chang sat with Wufei until he passed. This one man dying had such an impact on the lives of the complete New York gay community that at his funeral there was a turn out of over 100 people. Duo and Heero said his final words and were the last to leave after he was placed into the ground.

“You know what Wufei said to me before he left.” Duo said, tears still streaming from his slightly bruised looking face.

“What?”

“He said loved me and that he hopes to see me on the other side one day.”

“You will . . . you will.” Heero replied leading the crying man, sick from the grave yard.

The End . . .

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