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"Collide"Written By: Vega-Lume Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. This series
and all characters original to it are licensed by Sunrise and Madman
Entertainment. I claim no ownership, nor do I profit in any way from
this fan work Rating: R Warnings: Alternate Timeline possible parallel
universe? Angst trigger warning Death, Blood, Suicide Attempt, sap,
Romance, Eventual Smut, Humor Pairings: 13x1 Summary: The ficlets take place on an alternate timeline that parallels some of the most important events of the series, beginning shortly after Heero is first sent to Earth. They focus on the relationship between Treize and Heero. The ficlets may appear disjointed (which is why they're not part of the main story) Takes place four days after Collide - The First Ficlet
"Collide - the Second Ficlet" No, it hadn't surprised him to learn that the unnamed youth had escaped, what did surprise him was finding the youth reading a book in his library when he returned to his rooms several days later. Never had he expected to see him again outside of battle, yet here he was looking perfectly at ease in the plush armchair beside the fireplace. “Hello,” Treize greeted pleasantly as he moved over to the bar to pour himself a drink. “Would you like one?” he offered. “No thank you,” the still nameless young man replied not looking up from the thick volume that was open close to the middle. He carried his glass over to the other chair and sipped
at it while the youth continued to read. A good half an hour passed
with he finally lowered the book, marking the page with a tasseled
bookmark. The answer stunned him, “Surely your handlers must know it?” “If they do they have never told me what it is,” he confessed. “So what do they call you?” “I was Junior or kid before I began my training,” he replied as he stood to replace the book in the shelf. With his back to him he continued, “After that I was just ‘The Subject’, then I was given the code name ‘Heero Yuy’ when I was sent to Earth.” He turned to face him again, his eyes lowered. Treize frowned. His own childhood wasn’t particularly pleasant but at least he knew his name and his family. “It suits you,” Treize told him and smiled for his words seemed to please the youth. “So,” he continued, “What do I owe for the pleasure of your company, other than the use of my library?” “Nothing,” Heero replied, “Other than the use of your library.” He laughed. He couldn’t help it, but the sound died suddenly when his guest smiled at him. Breathtaking was the only word his brain could supply to describe the change that tiny, almost not smile had made. Their eyes locked and time seemed to stop for a moment,
then Heero looked away again. “Don’t go, not yet.” He didn’t understand this connection they seemed to share but the jolt of fear that shot through him when Heero said he was leaving had startled him. “It’s nearly morning,” Heero replied softly. “I can’t stay.” Treize sighed and the boy smiled for him again. “Close your eyes,” he said gently and Treize obeyed. Cool fingers touched his cheek then there was the barest brush of lips against his mouth. He wanted to turn in to that kiss, to deepen it, to prolong it, but the youth moved away and when he opened his eyes he was alone.
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