Conspiracy
Chapter Three
Sally vigorously rubbed her bleary
eyes. Sleep was nature’s energy charger, but for a doctor standing in the calm
center of a storm, it was a curse well resisting.
Very few times in the past had Sally
ever chosen a favorite patient. It was unprofessional. However, at the moment
as she spilled herself over the child’s graphs and charts, she had a gut
wrenching feeling deep in the pit of her stomach that something just was not
right. It was not that there was something not normal about the kid, but it was
that the kid was not normal.
She was quickly jolted out of her
silent reverie as she heard yelling coming from the Medical Ward, the
frightened screaming of a child. Gathering her wits about her, she ran from her
office with her white coat billowing out behind her.
~ * ~
Now, Preventer Water sat casually at the edge of the
child’s bed talking to him in a low whisper, “I’m Doctor Sally, what’s your
name?” She tried to hide the grimace that crossed her face when she realized
how lame she had sounded.
Silence of a stifling state resided in the small
white room until a dispirited murmur echoed from his small pale mouth, “Alexander…”
“Alexander,” she repeated rolling the name over her
tongue to get familiar with it. “Do you mind if I call you Alex?”
He shook his head sending his already chocolate
colored disorderly hair to become more unruly. “Everybody started calling me
that when my Daddy…” He trailed off when a curious look breached his innocent
blue eyes. “Is my Daddy here?”
“I don’t know, Alex. What’s your Daddy’s name?”
Silence once more reigned until slowly came out his
hesitant answer, an answer she was not expecting, “Heero Yuy…”
~ * ~
“No… No! Please don’t! I… I… I love him! Please don’t kill him! Please… Please! I’ll do anything! Don’t!”
“Relena! Relena, wake up!” came the harsh whisper as
the figure it belonged to pulled the Princess into a sitting position with its
strong masculine arms. He leaned her into his embrace openly letting her cry
into his chest.
Slowly, she opened her eyes to see a shirt strewn tightly
over the man’s muscle ripped chest. She felt weight draped over her shoulders
and out of the corner of her eyes what she could see through her obscured
vision was what seemed to be a tattered ebony leather jacket. When she
sniffled, the scent of gunpowder and grilled cheese sandwiches invaded her
nostrils.
“Heero?”
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