Hey everyone! I'm Shadow-Way and am new to fanfiction (ecspecially of the 1x2x1 variety). This is my first story and will probably lean toward 2x1, so if this is something you're not interested in... then I'm sorry, but this story is not for you. This story is also not for you if you don't care for eclectic religious views with a dash of my own perspective thrown in. The yaoi in this will probably be tame, but it's too soon to tell for sure... No fears though! I will let all of you know if the rating changes.

Rating: T; for good measure.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I do however own this story and would appreciate it if you didn't steal it.

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The Possession

Prologue

Doctor Lucrezia Noin started as a light tapping sounded through the silent room. She chuckled ruefully at her jumpy state; her most recent patient really was starting to wear on her nerves. The knocking at her office door became more insistent as she hastily sorted through the organized chaos of her desk.

"Just a moment." She called out and continued to search through the mess of files.

Finding what she needed, the young doctor made her way to the door and opened it. A tall, proud looking woman with intelligent blue eyes and long, blond hair, styled in two thick twists, graced Lucrezia's vision. She let out a heavy sigh and gave her long-time friend and colleague the first real smile she had had in weeks.

"Sally Po…" She breathed the name as if it were the answer to her every prayer. "It's been too long."

"Yes it has." The taller woman replied, wrapping the young doctor in a friendly hug. "We can catch up later… You sounded urgent over the phone. Something about a patient of yours?"

"Um… yeah." She said hesitantly.

She broke away from the comforting hold and shoved the file she was holding at Sally. The blond doctor raised an eyebrow at her friend's nervous behavior. She opened the manila folder and skimmed over its contents, her eyes widening at every new page.

"Follow me." Lucrezia said before Sally could remark on the questionable status of her patient.

She obliged and followed a step behind her old friend. They made their way through the narrow halls; Sally's heals clicking sharply against the pale green linoleum tiles. The walls were a soft cream color and the corridor smelled like it was just recently painted, but the blond psychiatrist noticed nothing of this. She was far too absorbed in the pages in front of her, intent on finding out why her friend's patient had been misdiagnosed so many times, and why his current status was 'unknown'.

It's true that she had far more experience than her raven-haired friend, but it was simply uncharacteristic for Lucrezia to give up on a patient like this. She always took in the most difficult of patients and had a knack for getting on 'their level' and sympathizing with them. They opened up to her quicker than most doctors and, after that, it was usually easy for her to find the correct diagnosis and treatment. She just had an amazing intuition when it came to people. Never before had Sally seen this 'prodigy', as many of her colleagues dubbed the young doctor, stumped.

Sally sighed and closed the file. She wasn't going to find any of the answers on paper; she was going to find them in the young women now standing in front of an elevator, pushing the down button over and over in an impatient, nervous gesture.

"Down…" Sally said with a frown. Lucrezia's office was on the first floor of the building. Going down could only mean one thing. "You put him in isolation?"

"One of the padded cells actually…" she said as they walked through the now open elevator doors. "To keep him from hurting himself… as well as others."

They rode the floor long drop in silence. The young doctor bounced from foot to foot with a nervous energy while her arms wrapped tightly around her upper body, as if trying to keep herself from coming apart. A ding sounded in the small compartment as the doors slid open again. Lucrezia left the elevator quickly and started to walk down the hallway, but Sally grabbed her elbow and forced her to face her.

"I want to know what this is about… now." She said sternly, eyes narrowing at the smaller woman.

"I just…" she took a deep breath and prepared herself for the words she knew were coming, "I just needed a second opinion before I did something… unorthodox."

"Okay." The blond woman's eyes softened. "What are you planning on doing?"

Lucrezia shifted nervously, studying her shoes with a seemingly intense interest.

"I want to call in a Priest." She answered in an almost ashamed tone.

"A Priest…" Sally reiterated unbelievingly. "Lu, what in the Hell would you want to call a Priest for!?"

"An Exorcism." She raised a hand to stop the older doctor from interrupting. "I have already done the research and have even spoken to one already, a Father Maxwell, who specializes in these kinds of things… He even has a little brother who is a very strong psychic. He calls him in from time to time when he feels it's necessary."

Sally looked at her friend incredulously. The long bangs of her, otherwise, short cropped hair fell in a silky black curtain over half of her face, as if trying to hide herself from the criticism she was obviously going to get.

"Would you listen to yourself … an Exorcism!?" Sally felt her anger rise to the front of all the emotions swirling dizzyingly in her. Her friend had always been an intelligent and sensible woman, and now here she was making herself sound like a fool! "That's insane… and dangerous! Your patient is obviously disturbed and you're going to risk his mental health on something as ludicrous as an Exorcism! You don't even believe in God!"

"… I'm not so sure anymore…"

Lucrezia lifted her head and gazed at Sally pleadingly. A tremor ran through her body and she hugged her chest tightly, trying to keep the fear from consuming her. The blonde doctor was taken aback by the sheer terror in her friends eyes.

"Heero Yuy spent a week in the psychiatric ward of Boston Medical, being treated for severe post-traumatic stress disorder." She began, reciting the boy's file from heart. "He-he was put on suicide watch when he was discovered cutting himself with a shard of his bathroom mirror." She rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands in exhaustion before continuing. "While she was keeping a closer watch on him, his doctor noticed that he was hearing things and seeing things… Dr. Une decided to send him here after his first violent outburst. At first, I thought it was because they weren't equipped well enough to handle a violent patient… I was wrong."

The grown woman now looked more like a lost child as she rewrapped her arms tighter around herself, trying in vain to suppress the shivers wracking her body. Her voice sounded small and vulnerable when she spoke again.

"I have seen many things in my years… schizophrenia… split personalities… violence… I even watched one of my patients kill an orderly with their bare hands…" she took a deep breath and whispered, "But nothing has ever scared me… not like this."

Her usually bright, deep blue eyes were dark and shimmered with unshed tears as she dropped her gaze back to the floor.

"I want you to tell me that I'm o-overreacting… I-I want you to say that I'm crazy." Her voice wavered. "At least then my world will make sense again…"

Sally Po looked over her friends trembling form with sympathy. This branch of psychological practice can wear down even the strongest of people, she knew this from experience. It was obvious that her friend just needed some reassurance. Her facial expression softened and she took the young doctor's elbow gently in her grasp, giving it a light, comforting squeeze.

"Hey… don't worry, its alright." she cooed soothingly. "I'll take a look at your patient and when this is all over and done with, I'll buy you a cup of coffee and we will laugh off this ridiculous Exorcism idea… okay?"

Lucrezia gave the blonde a weak smile, her eyes still brimming with unshed tears.

"Alright…"

They continued their journey down the hall in complete silence.

Unlike the floor above them, the basement level of the Oz Psychiatric Institute had no color or semblance of a comforting hospital meant to heal its patients. It felt like a prison. The walls and floor of the wide corridor were made of a rough, gray concrete. Large, solid steel doors with one small, rectangular cut out fixed with a thick plane of glass lined the hall in evenly spaced intervals. Fluorescent lights, embedded along the gray ceiling, illuminated the Isolation Wing with harsh, synthetic white light.

Sally suppressed a shiver as Lucrezia came to a stop in front of a door with 'L-1' written across it in bold, white script. The raven-haired doctor nodded toward the two hulking men standing on either side.

"Otto and Walker are familiar with this case…" she explained, her voice devoid of the nervous fear she expressed earlier, "they will be going in with you."

"Of course." The blonde woman replied.

Making sure she had everything she would need for the interview, Sally walked forward and pushed against the heavy steel door. Once in the padded cell, the psychiatrist immediately took notice of the form sitting in the farthest corner. The patient in question had his back against one wall with his knees drawn up, forehead resting upon them. His arms were restrained in a straight jacket.

"Why is this boy still bound?" She demanded, keeping her voice low.

"It was the only way to keep him from re-breaking his fingers." The orderly whispered in reply.

"So… he's torturing himself?"

"...Seems like it."

Sally absorbed this information before slowly, but confidently, approaching the boy. She noticed the way his muscles tensed as she drew closer, but made no other move to acknowledge her presence. In psychiatry, it is a well known fact that the key to treating a patient, especially a child, was trust and understanding. In order to gain those things, a doctor needed to seem open and approachable. Sally was pretty sure, from what she'd read in his file, that this patient was used to being treated as a competent adult from a very young age. Suddenly being second guessed and heavily supervised was probably quite the shock for him. She decided that, in order to gain such trust, she needed to treat him as an equal, not a subject.

"Heero Yuy?" She inquired in a clam voice. "My name is Sally Po, do you mind if I take a seat?"

He only tensed more at the Psychiatrists gentle request.

"You know, I usually feel a lot better after talking to someone… vent, so to speak." Sally ventured.

"Get out." Came the strained voice. Heero's demand was cold, sharp, and detached. "It'll get bad if you don't."

The blonde doctor was about to come back with an appropriate response when his entire posture changed. Heero's body relaxed and his head pulled away from his knees as shoulders rested casually against the wall. One leg stretched out and the boy tilted his head back just enough for Sally to see the sick twist of a grin through the shaggy bangs that fell haphazardly across his forehead. It was as if someone flipped a switch and, suddenly, there was a completely different boy sitting in front of her.

A quick, soft clicking emanated from Heero's throat and the sound froze the blood in Sally's veins. She'd never heard anything like it before, it was animalistic and dangerous.

"Vos no a erroris, non audio ut puer (1)." He said in a flippant, teasing tone.

Before Sally could react, she felt a sudden blow to her chest and she was on her back with a thick leather strap wrapped tightly around her neck. She desperately kicked out against the weight on top of her, but her legs were easily pinned by her attacker. Panic gripped her as she tugged, twisted, and bucked, but to no avail. Heero was an unmovable force atop her and the strap around her neck constricted with every attempt she made to dislodge him.

"Lascivio cum incendia est non valde sapiens, Medicus (2)." A deeper, more vicious voice growled through clenched teeth.

She looked up at those words and, as her stunned blue eyes locked with the cold, pitch black orbs above her, she lost all rational thought. The boy continued to growl and snarl inhumanly in her ear… and that God awful clicking was back. Cold fear washed through her body, tears flowed freely from her eyes and her lungs burned for air. And if that strap tightened by a hair something was going to snap!

Darkness clouded her vision and just when she was sure she couldn't hold out any longer, the leather abruptly loosened and then went completely slack. The weight on her was removed; leather strap going with it, and Sally gasped and choked for air, coughing and sputtering, getting too much and not enough at the same time. She clamored back as fast as she could, until she felt her shoulders press against the firm padding of the opposite wall.

"Sally! Sally!" Lucrezia's voice finally registered. "Sally, are you alright!?"

The blonde doctor's heart was still racing in her chest and she felt incredibly dizzy. "Lu…"

"Shhh, it's okay. Don't say anything… I'll bring you to the infirmary, and from there we'll call an ambulance if you need it."

The young doctor spoke in a low, soothing tone, but Sally could detect the tremble in her voice.

"Lu…"

"What?"

"Call that fucking Priest…"

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TBC.

1- Latin. Translation: "You made a mistake, not listening to the boy."

2- Latin again. Translation: "Playing with fire is not very wise, Doctor."

Note: the "Clicking" I referred to is similar to a sound a cat makes when it watches its prey. I heard it once when my cat was watching the birds outside my window. Scared the hell out of me.

Let me know what you think! And if you are going to criticize, please be constuctive. Anything less is useless to me.

~`~ Shadow-Way