Disclaimer: I do not own GW. I do own Theresia Stahl though.
Of Time
By: Saiya-jin Patricia
Summary: Resi is a girl from a time when the Nazis were still plaguing Germany, but then she enters a new place, where giant humanoid robots fight wars. But is the world she's in now better or worse than the one she was in before?
(A/N: This takes place during the series some time after Heero self-destructed.)
~*~*~*~
Theresia Stahl walked down the German streets. The year was 1941, the month, April. Also, to be exact, she wasn't exactly walking. It was more of a sulking along in the shadows at the sides of the street. After all, she had no desire to be caught by those she feared. The Nazis were everywhere. That was the god of this form of Communism: the ever-present Nazis, instilling fear into the bravest of hearts.
Resi reached the place she was headed and peered around the corner. The stone edge of the wall cut into her arm as she crept past it, but she didn't notice. Her focus was set on her goal, the camp ahead. It was a Nazi concentration camp, and her family was in it. Or at least, they had been before. She hadn't seen them in so long... to even be able to look at their faces again, she thought, she would be happy.
With that thought in mind, she ran, her body low to the ground, in the direction of the building where she knew they were. They had to be there, she thought, her thoughts frantic now, and unproven doubts ate away at the faith she had had in their survival.
Pushing away the last gate of barbwire-topped fence, she looked around warily as she neared the building. The camp looked deserted, for some reason. Most of the other camps she had seen on her way here had been completely full. Prisoners of the camps were being killed off because of the lack of room. Not that that was the only reason they were being killed off, but that was one.
Resi saw the smoke rising like vines from the barren earth, and looked away, her hand dropping away from shielding her eyes as she entered the building. She gasped when she saw what was inside. Bodies. People she knew and people she didn't know. She would always remember seeing her parents among them though. And she would always remember the click the gun pointed at the back of her head made before it went off.
~*~*~*~
A boy walked along the uncrowded street. He looked to be a less than eighteen years of age, though if you looked into his eyes you would see that his soul felt much older than that. His braid swung behind him as he walked along, whistling some tune slightly off-key and glancing at shop windows as he passed them by.
Seeing his destination, he walked into the stone/caked mud dwelling and spoke to the person inside.
"Hey Quatre," he said, walking up to the other boy.
"Hello Duo," the boy said, looking up from what he had been reading, "How did it go?"
"It went better than I expected, actually," the boy now known as Duo got a drink from the refrigerator, being that they were in the kitchen, and sat down at the table with the other boy, opening the drink once he sat down. "I'll need to do some repairs on Deathscyth, though. He took some bad hits on his left arm, and I may need to replace the armor there."
"Don't worry about it, Rashid and the others don't find it a problem to do the repairs, and plus, you probably need to go rest anyway."
"Thanks Quatre, I think I may do just that," Duo replied, finishing the drink off in quickly. Throwing the can away, he headed up the stairs to his room.
Duo hadn't gotten half way up the stairs when a disturbed yell was heard outside. Tense worry overtook his features, and he quickly rush back down the steps and out the door, Quatre right in front of him.
What they saw surprised them both. Whereas they were expecting mobile suits attacking or some other anonymous life-threatening thing, they only saw an unconscious girl, lying at the feet of a very disturbed-looking Rashid.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Duo asked, trying to make sure they weren't seriously missing anything.
"T-this girl, she just..." he railed off, uncertain now, as if they would not believe what he had to say.
"What is it Rashid?" Quatre asked.
"She just... appeared here," Rashid glanced at their faces, catching their surprised looks.
"What do you mean?" Duo said, not sure he heard him correctly.
"There was nothing here one second, and she was here the next!" Rashid said.
"Are you sure she wasn't already here? Maybe you just imagined it." Duo said, doubtful that the girl would just have appeared out of thin air.
Quatre, meanwhile, walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. There was a little blood matting a lock of her hair together on the back of her head, but she had a pulse and was breathing slowly but steadily. Quatre brought the injury to the other's attention and they helped him move the girl inside. Once there, they could give her some form of medical attention.
(A/N: Ok, that's chapter one. I'm trying to make this as original as possible and I don't think this idea's been done before, though it might have been. Anyways, tell me what ya think and whether or not I should continue. Also, I was thinking about adding another OC in with where Heero and Trowa are. I'm thinking about making her from a time about right after the New World (America) was discovered. Your opinions, comments, and constructive criticism will be much appreciated. Feel free to tell me about any other stories with OCs in them. If you're an author, and you review, I will look at your stories and may or may not review them, depending on how much I like them. Sorry for the god of all authors notes here, btw. Ja ne.)
Of Time
By: Saiya-jin Patricia
Summary: Resi is a girl from a time when the Nazis were still plaguing Germany, but then she enters a new place, where giant humanoid robots fight wars. But is the world she's in now better or worse than the one she was in before?
(A/N: This takes place during the series some time after Heero self-destructed.)
~*~*~*~
Theresia Stahl walked down the German streets. The year was 1941, the month, April. Also, to be exact, she wasn't exactly walking. It was more of a sulking along in the shadows at the sides of the street. After all, she had no desire to be caught by those she feared. The Nazis were everywhere. That was the god of this form of Communism: the ever-present Nazis, instilling fear into the bravest of hearts.
Resi reached the place she was headed and peered around the corner. The stone edge of the wall cut into her arm as she crept past it, but she didn't notice. Her focus was set on her goal, the camp ahead. It was a Nazi concentration camp, and her family was in it. Or at least, they had been before. She hadn't seen them in so long... to even be able to look at their faces again, she thought, she would be happy.
With that thought in mind, she ran, her body low to the ground, in the direction of the building where she knew they were. They had to be there, she thought, her thoughts frantic now, and unproven doubts ate away at the faith she had had in their survival.
Pushing away the last gate of barbwire-topped fence, she looked around warily as she neared the building. The camp looked deserted, for some reason. Most of the other camps she had seen on her way here had been completely full. Prisoners of the camps were being killed off because of the lack of room. Not that that was the only reason they were being killed off, but that was one.
Resi saw the smoke rising like vines from the barren earth, and looked away, her hand dropping away from shielding her eyes as she entered the building. She gasped when she saw what was inside. Bodies. People she knew and people she didn't know. She would always remember seeing her parents among them though. And she would always remember the click the gun pointed at the back of her head made before it went off.
~*~*~*~
A boy walked along the uncrowded street. He looked to be a less than eighteen years of age, though if you looked into his eyes you would see that his soul felt much older than that. His braid swung behind him as he walked along, whistling some tune slightly off-key and glancing at shop windows as he passed them by.
Seeing his destination, he walked into the stone/caked mud dwelling and spoke to the person inside.
"Hey Quatre," he said, walking up to the other boy.
"Hello Duo," the boy said, looking up from what he had been reading, "How did it go?"
"It went better than I expected, actually," the boy now known as Duo got a drink from the refrigerator, being that they were in the kitchen, and sat down at the table with the other boy, opening the drink once he sat down. "I'll need to do some repairs on Deathscyth, though. He took some bad hits on his left arm, and I may need to replace the armor there."
"Don't worry about it, Rashid and the others don't find it a problem to do the repairs, and plus, you probably need to go rest anyway."
"Thanks Quatre, I think I may do just that," Duo replied, finishing the drink off in quickly. Throwing the can away, he headed up the stairs to his room.
Duo hadn't gotten half way up the stairs when a disturbed yell was heard outside. Tense worry overtook his features, and he quickly rush back down the steps and out the door, Quatre right in front of him.
What they saw surprised them both. Whereas they were expecting mobile suits attacking or some other anonymous life-threatening thing, they only saw an unconscious girl, lying at the feet of a very disturbed-looking Rashid.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Duo asked, trying to make sure they weren't seriously missing anything.
"T-this girl, she just..." he railed off, uncertain now, as if they would not believe what he had to say.
"What is it Rashid?" Quatre asked.
"She just... appeared here," Rashid glanced at their faces, catching their surprised looks.
"What do you mean?" Duo said, not sure he heard him correctly.
"There was nothing here one second, and she was here the next!" Rashid said.
"Are you sure she wasn't already here? Maybe you just imagined it." Duo said, doubtful that the girl would just have appeared out of thin air.
Quatre, meanwhile, walked over to the girl and knelt beside her. There was a little blood matting a lock of her hair together on the back of her head, but she had a pulse and was breathing slowly but steadily. Quatre brought the injury to the other's attention and they helped him move the girl inside. Once there, they could give her some form of medical attention.
(A/N: Ok, that's chapter one. I'm trying to make this as original as possible and I don't think this idea's been done before, though it might have been. Anyways, tell me what ya think and whether or not I should continue. Also, I was thinking about adding another OC in with where Heero and Trowa are. I'm thinking about making her from a time about right after the New World (America) was discovered. Your opinions, comments, and constructive criticism will be much appreciated. Feel free to tell me about any other stories with OCs in them. If you're an author, and you review, I will look at your stories and may or may not review them, depending on how much I like them. Sorry for the god of all authors notes here, btw. Ja ne.)