We had reached the hospital and the conversation died as Trowa pulled the car into the parking garage. Quatre finally let me have my arm back and I was only glad that he hadn't tried to unwrap my damn dressing. I rolled my sleeve back down and carefully rebuttoned my cuff.
They flanked me as we walked to the elevators, riding up to the walkway that led over the street to the main hospital. I couldn't seem to get my head together and was appalled to realize fairly quickly, that I was lost. I tried to make an effort to pay more attention to my surroundings, but couldn't stop the cacophony of wild thoughts running around my head like a pack of slavering, mad hamsters. Between them and the sobbing little boy who, I had lately discovered, lived in the back of my head, I didn't have enough concentration left to do more than grunt mono-syllable answers to the occasional question I was getting from Quatre. He finally just shut the hell up. I could feel them doing that exchanging glances thing again, but I couldn't care about that either.
Author: Sunhawk16 (1x2) (3x4, 5xS, 6x9) 847k across 18 fics
Duo, before, during and after the war, with hallucinatory hamsters.
My notes: This is a classic of Gundam Wing fic, an epic spanning 18 fics, the last one of which was written by Sunhawk’s daughter after she passed away. It’s written in the first person and has all the classic GW notes - insecure, angsty, OOC Duo with a dark past from L2 who pretends to be happy-go-lucky, narrates to himself a lot, writes awkward poetry, hallucinates little hamsters, and more. Yet despite all that, this series still manages to be engaging -- and honestly, it's worth reading just for the history of it. I salute you, epic of yon. (And yes, the hamsters do grow on you.)