DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, but I do own this story and any characters I choose to add to it.
A/N: Ok, for everyone who was reading this fiction and gave up because I never updated past chapter 5, I beg your forgiveness! on knees groveling I'm not revising the whole story. There'll be a lot of similarities. In fact some of it's nearly identical, but hopefully it'll be better. And get finished --. So, hope everyone likes it.
CHAPTER 1: Above his head, the lights flashed and the sirens screamed. Red. Clear. Red. Clear. An endless blaring "waaaaa..." all around him. His head hurt, and he knew the others probably though it was him that had set off the alarms. This knowledge only made him feel worse for thinking it was probably Duo that had. Quatre hated being the underdog. Always the weakest link. But it came with being caring. It came with being human. So much more human than the others. Even Duo. He pressed on though. There were few enough guards flying around the corners that he simply shot them down .You couldn't hear a tank over the alarm let alone a handgun shot. It wasn't really his nature to kill so thoughtlessly, but he couldn't slow down. They had to get out.
Wufei rounded the corner gun raised, and found himself nose to barrel with Quatre's own weapon. A half moment of shock before his face flashed back into his traditional scowl. They both lowered their guns, turning down the hall that Wufei had just come from. The darker boy's stomach knotted a little. It was strange to see Quatre so... so much like the rest of them. Silent, steely-eyed. So cold. He knew he underestimated the blonde just like he underestimated Duo. It was hard not to. The two of them were so much more... real. More human. Especially Quatre, with his big aquamarine eyes and ready smile.
Ahead of them appeared Trowa, a pale and limping Duo leaning heavily against his side. Blood stained the braided's boy's black pants. All eyes met. All eyes narrowed. Duo rolled his eyes and layed his head to the side, pressing his face into Trowa's shoulder. The taller boy shifted, letting Duo rest more comfortably. Neither Quatre nor Wufei missed how Trowa cradled him, just like they never missed the fleeting glances between the two back at the safe house. The almost imperceptible touches. But there was something far more demanding at hand at that moment. Quatre's throat had gone dry as he though of it. None of them had done this. They would have already confessed so everyone could get on with getting out. That left only one other.
"Loading docks," Quatre's voice was far steadier than he felt.
And so they moved. The blonde went to Duo's other side to help suppose him. Wufei led, shooting anyone that appeared before them. Someone had finally shut that awful siren off, though the lights still flashed. They all knew, with a crushing reality, that something was terribly wrong. Because Heero never messed up. With Heero, things always went according to plan. But as they pushed through the doors to the warehouse that sheltered the docks, they realized that something wasn't just wrong. The whole damn world had just shattered.
There was Heero. Skin shining with sweat. Chest heaving. Eyes wide. Lip bloodied. And her. Some raven-haired, emerald-eyed super-model. Tight spandex pants that hugged her hips and legs all the way down. Combat books. A white tank-top tucked into the pants. A gun holster belt riding low on her hips. Missing a gun, because it was pointed right at Heero's head. She looked calm. Collected. Entirely unfazed. The scene crashed around in each boy's brain like some cruel concrete ball. The perfect soldier. At the point of a gun. Duo gave a strangled groan and suddenly went limp. He'd seen too much.
"You're too early," Heero gasped, his cobalt eyes never leaving her face. "You're not supposed to be here yet. Trinity," he pleaded.
Heero Huey pleading. Oh God... Hell had frozen over. Heaven had forsaken them all.
"I'm - not - dead - yet!" Heero hissed.
"Plans change," was her icy reply.
And she pulled the trigger.
