No Name: Ok, here we go! This is what I got!

Trowa: Show them what you can do! this is not a test!

No Name: I know that!

Who Am I

"Who are you!?" a soldier shouted. Trowa looked up from trying to hot wire a Leo. "No one!" He shouted back. The soldier made himself seen. "No one huh?" Trowa stood and put his hands up. "But if you must call me something-" he was cut short by a shot being fired at him. He jumped and rolled away, under the Leo. He stood up, then felt the pain in his left leg, he stumbled to his knees. "Shit..." He hissed, then looked around for an escape route. Spotted! He found one! The door to his right. Now, getting there without getting shot! "Come out Gundam pilot!" Shouted the soldier. How did he know? Was it just that obvious! Trowa never was very good at being incognito. He always did get found out, in some form or another. Wufei, now there was A pilot who knew how to get in and get out. Trowa looked around. "Note to self, team up with Wufei." He said.

"Got you!"

Trowa looked up toward the cargo platforms. There he was, pointing a standard issue 9mm, right in his face. "Of corse..." He hissed, frowning. "Come with me...you're hit, and you have no where to run." he snapped. "Oh, but I do." Trowa said with a sly smile. The other man, retracted his gun for a moment, in confusion. Trowa took this as an open window! He rolled out from underneath the Leo, and dashed...scratch that...limped for the door. He had made it out in time. He shut the door and evaluated the hallway. left to right, no one. He slid to along the wall for a bit, feeling the bullet in his leg, with every movement. it was digging in his bone. he felt his body temperature begin to drop. "Damn it." he hissed. He slid to where he was sitting on the floor. He grabbed his thigh with both hands, and began to squeeze. "Ah..shit..." Blood began to seep through his pant leg. He looked up and surveyed the hallway one more time. still no one. why hadn't that soldier followed him? and further more, where the hell was Duo!

He leaned his head back, to rest on the wall. "Oh, this is it..." He mumbled. Not only was his leg, now in bad shape, but his head was starting to hurt, and he knew he was forming a fever. Blood loss was a terrible thing really. "Now, you know better than that." Trowa heard the voice of a familiar comrade. He picked his head up to see Quatre right in front of him. "Wh..What are you doing here?" He could see two of the same boy. "Christ, you're hurt..." Quatre knelt and began to inspect the wound. "Grazed me..." Trowa huffed out. "I'll be fine, need a tourniquet, wrap it maybe..." Quatre looked up from his inspection. "It need's medical attention...you need a doctor, have you lost your mind?" Trowa smiled, adding a light chuckle. "You need one first..." He huffed out. Quatre smiled. "Mmh, well...you need a medic, and possibly something for the pain." Trowa leaned his head back on the wall, his mouth dry as he spoke. "Ugh...that would be excellent." Quatre giggled, and began to help him up.

"I had someone after me..." Trowa stated, leaning a little more on Quatre. "I know, I took care of him, got his gun. I'm guessing the one he shot you with." Trowa nodded. "you want it?" Quatre asked with a little chuckle. "Keep it, you may need it." Quatre gave the other man a confirming nod. "I'll need to put that in the report...not to mention this..." He said, pointing down at Trowa's leg. "I understand." was all he said, feeling woozy. Quatre took note of this, and hoisted him up, over his shoulder. "Wow..." Trowa huffed out. "I'm stronger than I look you know." annoyance in Quatre's voice. Hating that people underestimated him. ALLOT! "I see that..." was the last thing Trowa could say. He had started to slip out of consciousness. "Stay with me." Quatre snapped, jerking him around a bit. Trowa opened his eyes, and let out a sharp yell. "I'm sorry, but you need to keep your focus, if we're to get outta here alive." Trowa let out an audible sound, confirming what his comrade had said.

"This is Quatre, please send someone as soon as you can, man down, losing blood fast. possible infection." Trowa opened his eyes. He was sitting on the ground. He rubbed his hands along the cool grass, then looked at his leg. sure enough, seeping blood, and his pant leg was about saturated with it. He looked up at Quatre. The blond was on a pay phone outside the base he had extended on infiltrating on his own, or at least get back up from Duo. Quatre hung up the phone, and looked down at him. "Ready?" He asked with a smile. Trowa nodded. Quatre began to help his comrade up. "Sally will be sending Wufei to come pick us up. Don't worry." He got the other man to his feet, then hoisted him over his shoulder. once again, showing off his strength. "Quatre..." Trowa began, wanting a response before he continued. Quatre let out the noise through his lips. "Nh?" Trowa took a deep soothing breath, and pat his comrade's back. "Quatre...thank you." Quatre smiled, something Trowa didn't see. "Well, you are welcome. Thank you for saying thank you."

No Name: I'm gunna post Chapter 2 soon, school gets in the way!

Trowa: I GOT SHOT!

No Name: indeed! ^.^