Take One for the Team
Pt 1-
The sound of bullets filled the hanger as Oz hunted down the five weary pilots. Carrier planes had been loaded with the Gundams and ready to go at a moment's notice.
"We can't keep this up. I'm almost out of bullets!" Quatre had to yell over the gunfire.
"If we can kill the power to the hanger, we might be able to escape while they are trying to get the lights back on!" Trowa fired, hitting one of the soldiers in the leg.
"Any objections?" asked Heero, still shooting. None of them seemed to. "Duo?"
"I'm all over it." Oz took steady aim, firing at a large electrical breaker. Sparks flew everywhere, soon making it extremely dark. Some dim light poured in from the moon outside, but not enough to help anyone see. The gunfire stopped and was replaced by the yells of soldiers.
"Come on," Wufei whispered as they moved along. They would need to separate into two groups: Duo with Heero and Wufei with Trowa and Quatre. "See you at the base."
The groups took off quietly, but didn't go completely unnoticed. Duo and Heero walked through a pale moon beam, one of Oz's men catching them. Quickly, he pulled two knives from his sides and began o follow 01.
Duo stopped to make sure the others had gotten on board, before following his travel partner. As soon as he saw the engines begin to heat up, he began to go after 01. It was then he saw the shimmer of a blade heading in comrade's direction.
"Damn it," he whispered as he ran towards them. He couldn't let Heero get hurt.
Heero sat at the doorway to the dark entranceway. As the door slowly came down, Heero waited, not realizing the danger sneaking up behind him. The soldier made his way towards him, raising his blades high. To him, it seemed too easy. With great force he brought his hands down, making contact.
Heero was pushed forward. Before he could turn around, a gun went off. Once he got around, he saw Duo in front of him, arm extended.
"What the hell are you doing, Maxwell?!"
"He was going…to follow us on board." His voice shook a bit, but nothing that worried him. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for 02 to follow him on board. Slowly, he made his way onto the ship. In the cabin, Heero began to turn everything on waiting for Duo to join him.
"Come on, Maxwell! We need to leave now!"
Duo stood outside the cockpit, breathing deeply. Sweat dripped down his nose as he gripped the doorway for support. He didn't have time to concentrate on the pain; he had to help his friend. Taking an even bigger breath, he walked and hurryingly sat down.
"I'm all over this." He began to turn on the engines and pressed the sensor button for the runway lights. The plane took off at great speed, unable for anyone to stop it now.
Not long after the plane departed, the lights from the emergency back-up flashed on. Oz stood in total disbelief that they had once again let those damn kids get away again.
"Sir! Casassa has been shot!" Hastily, he moved to the young soldier's side. He had been shot in the abdomen and was gasping for breath.
"Its okay, son. We're going to get you help."
"S..sir. I eliminated one…of those Gundam brats. He won't make it too long now."
"Good work soldier. You shall be promoted once you get well," he saluted him.
"I got on each side…each side at once." With that he passed out and was taken off to a medical jeep. He had to admit, he was very impressed. It was then that he looked at the floor where the plane had once sat. Right where the door would have come down sat one knife in a large pool of semi-warm blood. Leading away were three bloody footprints then nothing. Where was the other dagger? Was it possible that the boy still had it in him upon departure?
"The poor little bastard," the General said with a maniacal laugh.
Sailing silently in the sky, the two knew they had gotten away successfully. Heero sat back in his chair, putting the plane on autopilot. He scratched his head and turned his attention to the boy sitting next to him. Duo was leaned back in the co-pilot's seat, eyes closed, head tilted towards the ceiling. He was a ghastly pale and seemed to be breathing quite shallowly.
"What's wrong?" 01 asked. Duo turned his head in his direction, a devious smile across his face. Heero wasn't sure if he was hiding something or he was just happy to be out of that mess. 02 wasn't one for hand-to-face combat. "What are you? Scared?"
"In a word, yes." He laughed, but not too long. Heero knew something was bugging him, but it still seemed to be quirky Duo. So again, he was not too concerned.
"Well, I'm going to check up on a metal tear on Wing. You want me to check anything on Deathscythe?"
"No. The scythe just needs to be recharged."
A straight answer…from Maxwell?! Now he knew something was wrong.
"Alright, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired. But thanks for worrying Mom." He turned his head and grinned. Heero only shook his head and left for the back chamber. Once he had left for the back chamber. Once he had left, Duo let out a pain filled moan. Moving to make himself more comfortable in the chair, he felt a large amount of warm stickiness. Not a good sign, he thought to himself. It was hot in there but that could have just been the fever. He couldn't be out of commission now; they needed him for the upcoming fight. Once they got to Sally's base, he would patch himself up. Just like he always did. Rest. He needed to…rest. Duo drifted into a well deserved sleep.
"What's taking them so long? Did they get caught?" Wufei tried to get a hold of their cockpit, but to no avail.
"No, they got out. They're just held up." Quatre shifted on the couch. His lower back was killing him. It had been for a few hours, bit it might have been from the fight.
Trowa's eyes widened as he looked at the radar screen. "We have a carrier coming in. They're here." The anxiety in the room lifted as they headed out to greet them.
Outside, Heero had already unloaded Wing Zero and was beginning to get Deathscythe off.
"Where's Duo?" asked Trowa, opening the cargo bay. He'd thought Duo would be out first to tell them how they once again narrowly escaped death once again. But he was no where in sight.
"He fell asleep on the way over. He must have really needed it because he looks like crap." Heero jumped down from 02's cabin. "Let him rest a few more minutes. I'm sure he'll be up in a few to eat anyways."
The quartet walked back inside, Quatre a bit shaky at first. Trowa noticed and went to his friend's side.
"You okay?" he asked a bit jokingly.
"Yeah. I don't really know what that was." He let a small laugh escape his lips. How clumsy could he be? He must have tripped over himself. "Hey, the guys are waiting and I'm getting hungry."
"Then shall we?" Without another thought, the two headed inside.
"Dinner's ready!" came Sally from the kitchen area. The four of them moved to the table just realizing that their American friend was still not present.
"Hey, Quatre, you want to go wake up Sleeping Beauty?" Heero glared over his shoulder at 04.
"Sure. Save us some." Quickly he exited the room as to not keep them waiting. He headed out the front door towards the carrier. Once inside, he moved to the cockpit and headed to the co-pilot's chair.
"Oh Duo! Time for…" he stopped placing his hands over his mouth. Duo wasn't in there, but a huge blood stain was. He then saw blood, dripped all along the floor. It was a bit warm, which meant that he had been this way awhile. Rushing out the door, he saw the knife lying by the open door. It too had been stained by 02's blood. That, however, was cold.
"Duo!" He headed out the back towards the other exit. As Quatre approached the door, he noticed a bloody handprint on the door. "No." Slamming it open, he came upon a horrific sight. There lay Duo for who knows how long. His skin a pale white. Getting to his knees, he placed a gentle hand on 02's back. But he quickly drew back at his friend's pain-filled cry. It was when he brought his hand up, he knew. It was now a crimson shade.
"What happened?! Who did this to you?!" Glassy amethyst eyes slowly opened to respond. His mouth moved but no words came out. His strength had completely left him and the feeling in his legs was diminishing. Quatre placed a hand on his comrade's forehead.
"You're on fire! I have to get you help! Please, Duo, hang on!" With one last reassuring look, Quatre ran with every ounce of will in his body.
The door to the dinning area slammed open, revealing 04 out of breath.
"Duo's…bleeding…everywhere! We've got to help!" No one waited for him to calm down for the message was clear. Racing past him, they moved to their friend's side.
"Oh my…" Sally brought a hand to her lips. Was that really that cheery, happy boy she knew? All she saw lying there was a ghost.
"He was stabbed in the back. It must have been in the dark. Be careful." Heero got down to inspect the damage. Pulling up his shirt, he wait against Duo's screams of agony. What he saw was two large stab wounds. But what even made Heero cringe was that all of the skin below that was a purple/blue color.
"He needs surgery now! The circulation to his legs has been cut off."
Sally moved towards the medical wing while Wufei stepped in to pick him up. As he lifted him up, Duo again let out an agonizing cry. It was the most horrific thing they had ever heard. Quatre could see the pain in Heero's expression. Kneeling next to him, he spoke softly,
"He's going to be okay now."
"What can we do?" asked Trowa staring lost down the hallway.
"Pray." Both boys turned at Heero's response.
That was all they could do for now.
Pt 1-
The sound of bullets filled the hanger as Oz hunted down the five weary pilots. Carrier planes had been loaded with the Gundams and ready to go at a moment's notice.
"We can't keep this up. I'm almost out of bullets!" Quatre had to yell over the gunfire.
"If we can kill the power to the hanger, we might be able to escape while they are trying to get the lights back on!" Trowa fired, hitting one of the soldiers in the leg.
"Any objections?" asked Heero, still shooting. None of them seemed to. "Duo?"
"I'm all over it." Oz took steady aim, firing at a large electrical breaker. Sparks flew everywhere, soon making it extremely dark. Some dim light poured in from the moon outside, but not enough to help anyone see. The gunfire stopped and was replaced by the yells of soldiers.
"Come on," Wufei whispered as they moved along. They would need to separate into two groups: Duo with Heero and Wufei with Trowa and Quatre. "See you at the base."
The groups took off quietly, but didn't go completely unnoticed. Duo and Heero walked through a pale moon beam, one of Oz's men catching them. Quickly, he pulled two knives from his sides and began o follow 01.
Duo stopped to make sure the others had gotten on board, before following his travel partner. As soon as he saw the engines begin to heat up, he began to go after 01. It was then he saw the shimmer of a blade heading in comrade's direction.
"Damn it," he whispered as he ran towards them. He couldn't let Heero get hurt.
Heero sat at the doorway to the dark entranceway. As the door slowly came down, Heero waited, not realizing the danger sneaking up behind him. The soldier made his way towards him, raising his blades high. To him, it seemed too easy. With great force he brought his hands down, making contact.
Heero was pushed forward. Before he could turn around, a gun went off. Once he got around, he saw Duo in front of him, arm extended.
"What the hell are you doing, Maxwell?!"
"He was going…to follow us on board." His voice shook a bit, but nothing that worried him. With a wave of his hand, he motioned for 02 to follow him on board. Slowly, he made his way onto the ship. In the cabin, Heero began to turn everything on waiting for Duo to join him.
"Come on, Maxwell! We need to leave now!"
Duo stood outside the cockpit, breathing deeply. Sweat dripped down his nose as he gripped the doorway for support. He didn't have time to concentrate on the pain; he had to help his friend. Taking an even bigger breath, he walked and hurryingly sat down.
"I'm all over this." He began to turn on the engines and pressed the sensor button for the runway lights. The plane took off at great speed, unable for anyone to stop it now.
Not long after the plane departed, the lights from the emergency back-up flashed on. Oz stood in total disbelief that they had once again let those damn kids get away again.
"Sir! Casassa has been shot!" Hastily, he moved to the young soldier's side. He had been shot in the abdomen and was gasping for breath.
"Its okay, son. We're going to get you help."
"S..sir. I eliminated one…of those Gundam brats. He won't make it too long now."
"Good work soldier. You shall be promoted once you get well," he saluted him.
"I got on each side…each side at once." With that he passed out and was taken off to a medical jeep. He had to admit, he was very impressed. It was then that he looked at the floor where the plane had once sat. Right where the door would have come down sat one knife in a large pool of semi-warm blood. Leading away were three bloody footprints then nothing. Where was the other dagger? Was it possible that the boy still had it in him upon departure?
"The poor little bastard," the General said with a maniacal laugh.
Sailing silently in the sky, the two knew they had gotten away successfully. Heero sat back in his chair, putting the plane on autopilot. He scratched his head and turned his attention to the boy sitting next to him. Duo was leaned back in the co-pilot's seat, eyes closed, head tilted towards the ceiling. He was a ghastly pale and seemed to be breathing quite shallowly.
"What's wrong?" 01 asked. Duo turned his head in his direction, a devious smile across his face. Heero wasn't sure if he was hiding something or he was just happy to be out of that mess. 02 wasn't one for hand-to-face combat. "What are you? Scared?"
"In a word, yes." He laughed, but not too long. Heero knew something was bugging him, but it still seemed to be quirky Duo. So again, he was not too concerned.
"Well, I'm going to check up on a metal tear on Wing. You want me to check anything on Deathscythe?"
"No. The scythe just needs to be recharged."
A straight answer…from Maxwell?! Now he knew something was wrong.
"Alright, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired. But thanks for worrying Mom." He turned his head and grinned. Heero only shook his head and left for the back chamber. Once he had left for the back chamber. Once he had left, Duo let out a pain filled moan. Moving to make himself more comfortable in the chair, he felt a large amount of warm stickiness. Not a good sign, he thought to himself. It was hot in there but that could have just been the fever. He couldn't be out of commission now; they needed him for the upcoming fight. Once they got to Sally's base, he would patch himself up. Just like he always did. Rest. He needed to…rest. Duo drifted into a well deserved sleep.
"What's taking them so long? Did they get caught?" Wufei tried to get a hold of their cockpit, but to no avail.
"No, they got out. They're just held up." Quatre shifted on the couch. His lower back was killing him. It had been for a few hours, bit it might have been from the fight.
Trowa's eyes widened as he looked at the radar screen. "We have a carrier coming in. They're here." The anxiety in the room lifted as they headed out to greet them.
Outside, Heero had already unloaded Wing Zero and was beginning to get Deathscythe off.
"Where's Duo?" asked Trowa, opening the cargo bay. He'd thought Duo would be out first to tell them how they once again narrowly escaped death once again. But he was no where in sight.
"He fell asleep on the way over. He must have really needed it because he looks like crap." Heero jumped down from 02's cabin. "Let him rest a few more minutes. I'm sure he'll be up in a few to eat anyways."
The quartet walked back inside, Quatre a bit shaky at first. Trowa noticed and went to his friend's side.
"You okay?" he asked a bit jokingly.
"Yeah. I don't really know what that was." He let a small laugh escape his lips. How clumsy could he be? He must have tripped over himself. "Hey, the guys are waiting and I'm getting hungry."
"Then shall we?" Without another thought, the two headed inside.
"Dinner's ready!" came Sally from the kitchen area. The four of them moved to the table just realizing that their American friend was still not present.
"Hey, Quatre, you want to go wake up Sleeping Beauty?" Heero glared over his shoulder at 04.
"Sure. Save us some." Quickly he exited the room as to not keep them waiting. He headed out the front door towards the carrier. Once inside, he moved to the cockpit and headed to the co-pilot's chair.
"Oh Duo! Time for…" he stopped placing his hands over his mouth. Duo wasn't in there, but a huge blood stain was. He then saw blood, dripped all along the floor. It was a bit warm, which meant that he had been this way awhile. Rushing out the door, he saw the knife lying by the open door. It too had been stained by 02's blood. That, however, was cold.
"Duo!" He headed out the back towards the other exit. As Quatre approached the door, he noticed a bloody handprint on the door. "No." Slamming it open, he came upon a horrific sight. There lay Duo for who knows how long. His skin a pale white. Getting to his knees, he placed a gentle hand on 02's back. But he quickly drew back at his friend's pain-filled cry. It was when he brought his hand up, he knew. It was now a crimson shade.
"What happened?! Who did this to you?!" Glassy amethyst eyes slowly opened to respond. His mouth moved but no words came out. His strength had completely left him and the feeling in his legs was diminishing. Quatre placed a hand on his comrade's forehead.
"You're on fire! I have to get you help! Please, Duo, hang on!" With one last reassuring look, Quatre ran with every ounce of will in his body.
The door to the dinning area slammed open, revealing 04 out of breath.
"Duo's…bleeding…everywhere! We've got to help!" No one waited for him to calm down for the message was clear. Racing past him, they moved to their friend's side.
"Oh my…" Sally brought a hand to her lips. Was that really that cheery, happy boy she knew? All she saw lying there was a ghost.
"He was stabbed in the back. It must have been in the dark. Be careful." Heero got down to inspect the damage. Pulling up his shirt, he wait against Duo's screams of agony. What he saw was two large stab wounds. But what even made Heero cringe was that all of the skin below that was a purple/blue color.
"He needs surgery now! The circulation to his legs has been cut off."
Sally moved towards the medical wing while Wufei stepped in to pick him up. As he lifted him up, Duo again let out an agonizing cry. It was the most horrific thing they had ever heard. Quatre could see the pain in Heero's expression. Kneeling next to him, he spoke softly,
"He's going to be okay now."
"What can we do?" asked Trowa staring lost down the hallway.
"Pray." Both boys turned at Heero's response.
That was all they could do for now.