Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, just borrowing the characters like usual.

Pairings: 1x2, 4x3 maybe some OC don't know yet.

Genres: Horror, thriller, suspense, romance

Story: Sequel to Bringing Out the Dead, the boys are back, and are headed for a new challenge. One that has Duo being pulled towards a place that will have Heero facing his darkest fears; and their not alone. The dead want to speak and Heero's the only one who can hear.

Author's Note: Yes! That's right my first ever sequel. It's funny but I have never actually wrote a sequel to my stories. In this case though I really did love the characters I created in the original. Heero seeing the dead is fairly awesome. Anyway I sort of had this one kicking around in my head. Hopefully it all goes well, and once more try to merge horror, and some romance. For now enjoy this next installment hopefully get to work on it more!

Deadman Walking

Chapter 1 – I would be strange too is I saw the dead…

Fingers stilled on the keyboard, Duo had been working steady on his new paper for almost a week now, the words flowing easily. The sudden creak came again, "Hello?" he called a cold sweat breaking out on his body. Turning back he was stopped again by the noise, "Calm down Duo, just the wind." He'd been on edge lately reliving his forty-eight hours of hell. Quatre had given him the tape swearing up and down he'd never watch it again.

Walking towards the bedroom on silent sock feet he pushed the door open slowly. "Nothing here," he muttered glancing around the neat room. "Your just a chicken." Turning back he took a single step towards his desk before freezing. Terror rooted him to the spot, the silhouette was a women, in a white high necked old fashioned dress. Long pale fingers twitched, her black hair seemed to hover around her as she slowly turned towards him. That blood red smile stretching grotesque lips…black soulless eyes focused on Duo, "Oh please no…" his voice barely a whisper.

That smile grew wider.

"No!" He yelled waking suddenly, sweat soaked he panted heart thudding in his chest. He took great heaving breaths trying to calm himself. Hand clutched at his chest feeling the warmth there. That dream again. "But it's just that, a dream…" he reminded himself. Heart slowing, breath evening, sighing as the world was once more in focus. He was in his room, under his comforter, in his apartment. A sudden beep made his heart race once more, and he glanced at his alarm. 7, it was time to be up and going.

With a small groan he heaved long, pale legs over the side of his bed. Blinking as the early morning sun was filtering through the curtains. "Another day Heero," he glanced at the photo beside his bed focusing on the small smile of the solider with his arm around him. "Soon love," he mumbled blowing a kiss in the direction of the picture. Standing he padded into the bathroom, eager to wash the sweat from his nightmare away. It had been almost a year since 'The Manor' as they referred to it. A year, and he had thought the nightmares had stopped, he hadn't had one in months. The one today had caught him by surprise.

Stepping into the warm spray he began to unwind his long chestnut locks. It felt nice, but he had work today and...gasping he arched, eyes rolling back into his head.

Warm smiling face.

"Heero!" he was running towards him, he was in fatigues. "Duo!" his face was happy, warm…arms outstretched as Duo ran full tilt.

He was in his arms crying…

Gasping he came back to himself with a suddenness, the hot water pounding his still tired body. Blinking he felt the sharp pain behind his eyes fading slowly. It had been a strong vision, one that made him believe that Heero was going to be home so. Home for good. He was supposed to be home months ago, but after his last stint the government had stop-lossed him.

Stepping out of the shower he toweled off rubbing sopping hair to some semblance of dryness. Wrapping the fluffy blue towel around his waist glancing at himself in the mirror. He looked pale and wan, between loneliness and nightmares it was a wonder he didn't look worse. Nightmares of a new place, somewhere wide, white, and sterile.

Slender and well toned he felt like his could still turn a head or two, at least several girls in his class thought so. "You like to think so," he mumbled laughing to himself as he deftly weaved wet hair together in his very recognizable braid. Presentable he wandered back into his room pulling on jeans, followed by a white beater and blue collared dress shirt. Sleeves rolled to his elbows, he shuffled around the kitchen getting coffee and papers together before heading to the university. "Another day in paradise," he mumbled to himself headed out the door into the now bright sunlight.

-#-#-#-

Blue eyes opened, watching his breath puff out in cold bursts. He shivered as that frigidness seeped across him. He glanced to his left, watching the three Taliban fighters walk slowly between the rocks. He made no move to awake the others, to warn them… but there was no point; after all they had already killed them.

He could see bloody robes flapping about two of them the third was carrying his head under the crook of his arm. The solider made no move, waiting for them to pass, not wanting to draw any attention to himself. "They die for a belief that the next world is paradise…and in the end, we are all the same." Came a husky, dry voice next to him. Sighing a blue-lipped Heero looked to the right, a solider sat there. He looked identical to Heero is full combats, save the large piece of metal protruding from his neck. The front of his shirt soaked in sticky red. Now reflecting dark in the moonlight.

"Sad truth," Heero muttered looking away from him and towards the moon. "I always thought you where strange Yuy." He wheezed, the helmet on his head to far back on the pale puffed face, "But I would be strange too if I saw the dead." The words, wet and sticky, the shrapnel having no doubt severed vocal cords in death. Heero smiled a little, "Thanks." He murmured very much aware that the enemy couldn't hear the dead, but they could hear him loud and clear. Chuckling the invisible figure beside him began to fade away, leaving the solider once more alone, hunkered down behind an outcropping. Watching for any movement for the enemy position. He glanced at his watch as the numbers now read 12:03 am, it was Monday, four more days and he would be home.

-#-#-#-

Duo walked dazed down the halls towards his basement workroom. He wasn't sure if he was terrified or elated. The black and white boarder shoes scuffing the concrete floors, he pushed open the heavy red door ignoring the placard on the wall that read Dr. Duo Maxwell, Parapsychology. He drifted inside violet eyes distant as his mind ran a hundred miles a minute. "Oh hey Duo, how'd the meeting go?" A familiar voice called, the other ignoring him completely.

On the far side of what had once been a garage behind a pile of equipment, a blonde head was staring at his partner, and more importantly his best friend. "Oi Duo!" he called watching as he dropped his shoulder bag, sagging into his desk chair to stare at the wall. Frowning the other stood, Converse all Stars shuffling over. Bright red skinny jeans almost creaking as he sat on the corner of his desk, waving a greasy hand before the man's face. "Earth to Duo," snapping his fingers he finally saw purple eyes focus on him, seeing him. "Meeting that bad?" Duo blinked, he hadn't even heard Quatre approach.

"What? No," he said straightening in his chair then. "Quite the opposite actually," he said finally grinning as the outcome of the meeting sank in. "What do you mean?" the long haired man sat back, light blue eyes catching sight of the dog tag hanging from his neck. "Interest in my class for the fall is off the charts. The dean wants me to not only run three sections, but also a fourth year seminar." Quatre ginned widely clapping him on the back, "Congratulations!" the blonde paused then eyes widening as he stared at the other hand tightening. "Damit Q," he mumbled shrugging him off the other shaking shaggy sunshine hair, currently pulled into pigtails with black elastics sporting ghosts. "Hate it when you do that," he glared at his friend. "What'd you get anyway?" he grumbled. The empath rubbed his head, "A jumble of things, nightmares, terror, Heero's face, excitement about work. Also a woman," he frowned "Your seeing visions of some black haired women, in a big white place, sterile?" Duo nodded, "Wish I could figure them out." Laughing the other stood stretching, the tight black shirt sporting a picture of Leatherface.

"So what does all this mean Professor?" He teased; Duo smiled a little looking apprehensive. "They want me to do more research this summer." The blonde paused crossing his arms, "What do you mean?"

"They're going to fully fund another expedition…" Quatre froze then completely, all colour draining from his face. "Not back there…not there…" his voice was tight, terrified. Duo hastily shook his head, "No, no, somewhere new." Quatre exhaled in relief, "Well then there's lots of haunted places." Quatre paused then, "Wait a minute…." Wide, puppy violet eyes where looking at him. "Damit! I was going to go on vacation with Trowa! He's got a whole month off." Duo looked at him pleading, "He can come please, please, please….I can't go without the world's leading paranormal investigator." The other looked at him sourly, "Buttering me up, throwing that around. You're the rock star of the parapsychology world." Duo sighed, "Maybe but I need to deliver." The blonde snorted, "You need Heero then he's the only sure bet on finding out if there's ghosts." Large eyes pleaded with him saying nothing.

The blonde sighed giving in, "I'll ask him…sure he'd come he'd sort of a closet investigator. He'd been going on some calls with me." Duo wasn't surprised; the detective was one of the most open-minded men he had ever met. The door creaked then and two sets of eyes turned to look at the tall, suited figure standing there with coffee in hand. "Ahhh speak of the devil," the blonde teased. Eyeing his lover, he couldn't believe that after all this time his heart still fluttered at the sight of him. Impeccable in his charcoal suit, his tie a light peach was matched perfectly, his shoes where black, well shined. Aviators sat on his head, amongst wind tousled auburn hair. His badge was clipped to his belt and Quatre knew his gun was nestled away in a shoulder holster.

"Bad time?" the tall, soft-spoken man asked giving a small smile. "Depends my love," he teased meeting him half way across the room. Accepting the coffee, he grinned pecking him on the cheek, seeing that calm placid blue he always did when he touched his lover. At least when they weren't making love, he grinned secretively. "What's up?" he asked eyes darting between the two. "Duo needs to do some more field research, and he wasn't his A-Team." The Detective looked interested; "Really?" he glanced to the nodding Duo who smiled winningly. "Having a skilled researcher, with a keen mind, and a flare for getting to the truth…"

"Pull'er back there Prof, you're laying it on pretty thick." The man held up his hands, Trowa laughed. "Well if Quatre goes, then I go too. Can't be trusted on his own." He teased, the blonde giving him a look before taking Duo his coffee.

"Still need to sort it out. Anyway what's up?" The other man sighed, "Case, we're stuck on. Have some things I'd like you to take a look at." Nodding he sipped his drink, "Follow me to my study." He gestured as they headed to the other side of the room where the blonde did his work. The long wooden table, covered in machines, gadgets and every so often objects Trowa wanted him to check. Amused eyes watched them for while, before he turned to his own work. Pulling a laptop form his bag, he opened his Mac booting it up; he had a new haunted place to find afterall….

Huge.

Big big and white, falling apart.

Weeds, overgrown, dark forbidding.

He was running, as if in molasses.

The sun was red, blood red staining rotten tiles. Where was he? Looking around he felt a chill pass over him, something was bad…very wrong… turning, trying to understand.

Confusion. Fear. He saw others, fuzzy, out of focus. Five, maybe six. Who?

Gasping he rocked forward from where he'd slumped in his chair, moaning faintly he grabbed his aspirin popping two and crunching them. It had been a bad one, to real. "Bad?" Quatre and Trowa where standing before his desk. He closed his eyes, "I was somewhere," he mumbled softly head throbbing in tandem with his heart. "That's helpful," the blond muttered, "Somewhere…with a bunch of people. I couldn't see them, not yet at least." Sighing he shook his head. "It was big though, not a house. A building, white one, old, dilapidated, overgrown." He sad frowning as he wrote the idea's down.

The blonde shared a look with his lover, "Guess we're on the hunt." Trowa nodded kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. "Keep me posted, should see you tonight." The blond grinned, "Alright be safe." With a wave he was gone and the two where alone again, "Guess I'm looking for big abandoned warehouses." The blond teased, Duo already goggling. "Stop whining and do some work," the long haired man glibed. Violet eyes glanced at the time, three days, nine hours, and twenty minutes, "Home soon love." He smiled despite the pain in his head.