DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or Dark Angel. If I owned Dark Angel, it would be coming back next season. I am poor and making no money off of this.

A/N: That's right. Gundam wing meets Dark Angel. There will be action, there will be romance, there will be Relena bashing (though maybe not obvious). It may become lemony-fresh. ^.~ I know the two exist in different times, but for this story they will exist in DA time (circa 2019 AD). I will only explain the plot of either show as the opportunity arises within the story. I will try answer questions about the complicated DA plot if you ask them (Gundam Wing is harder--I'm at episode 15), but I suggest you go and look for yourself if you care. I'll do my best to include the essentials. Please read and review and I will love you forever. Is anybody even going to read this? *shrugs* On with it.

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Chapter One

Heero was sitting at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, staring with boredom at the headlines of the paper in front of him. He glanced up at Duo with much the same look on his face.

Duo sighed. "You are really not a morning person."

"Hn." Heero turned the page of his newspaper. "Did I hear the phone ring?"

Duo pulled out a chair and plunked himself in it. "Yes. Thanks for answering it. I was trying to change a lightbulb and got to it on the sixth ring, and I tripped over the rug on the way. But anyways."

Heero looked up at the 02 pilot. He wore his version of a questioning look on his inexpressive face, one eyebrow raised by millimetres.

Luckily Duo had known him long enough to recognize his expressions. Quit babbling and get on with it, he thought. "I got a call from one of the vice minister's secretaries." Duo made a face. "Relena is going to America for some kind of conference and needs a bodyguard. Of course it has to be you."

Heero blinked. "Where in America?"

"Um…I think she said Seattle."

Heero sipped his coffee. "Isn't there some crap going on there with terrorists or something?"

"Yeah, that's why she wants you as a bodyguard. Actually, she mentioned the rest of us as flank security for her entourage." Duo scratched his ear. "Hey, it's a free trip out of this cage." He indicated the house around them.

"…And everybody else?"

"Trowa grinned, Quatre said something about needing to do laundry for the trip and Wufei made an unrepeatable comment about Americans in general and Relena in specific."

Heero stood up, finishing the last dregs of his coffee. "Where's my suitcase?"

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"Mr. Yuy, Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Winner, Mr. Barton and Mr. Chang." The big man standing in front of the boys greeted them in turn as if he were a teacher taking the attendance.

"Hello," Quatre beamed.

The man smiled patronizingly before he moved on quickly. "Yes, well, you boys have accepted the task of ensuring the personal security of Ms. Darlian for the duration of her stay in America. I am Mr. Smith and I've been asked to give you some background information on the Seattle area before you leave. Please sit down." He gestured at a line of chairs next to them.

When they were settled in, he began. "As I'm sure you are aware, Seattle is in the state of Washington. Before America's economic failure," he paused, "Seattle was famous for its Space Needle and the Starbucks on every corner." He chuckled but stopped himself quickly when no one else laughed.

Smith cleared his throat self-consciously. "Ah, where was I? Oh yes, in the last few years, the city has been plagued by a small group of terrorist radicals, who claim to be transgenics (he said the word slowly, as if he was trying out speaking for the first time), released upon the destruction of a secret government facility called Manticore. Our sources in the country assure us that the Manticore facility was simply a hospital."

Trowa spoke up. "What's a trans-whatever?"

"The radicals who call themselves transgenics say they are the products of genetic tampering. They claim to have certain abilities and features different from the rest of us, and that they were designed to be soldiers for the US government."

"I see…" Trowa trailed off with a frown. Quatre sat next to him looking nervous.

"I assure you that it is all a lie." Smith said reassuringly. "These are normal people on a vendetta against authority."

He continued. "Vice Minister Darlian's presence had been requested at a conference in Seattle next week on the issue of world peace and crime prevention, sponsored by the Romefeller Foundation. She will attend seminars and give a speech over the duration of the gathering. Your job is to keep her safe from these terrorists and the inevitable other protestors and see that she has no problems during her stay."

"We're up to the challenge, sir." Heero stood up and shook Smith's hand before leaving the room.

Looking alternately nervous and confused, the other Gundam pilots followed him out the door.

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A/N: Okay, I'm done the boring background and stuff. Next chapter the action starts. I'll try to head off any possible questions about either cast as the story progresses and I add new characters. Please read, review and petition to bring back Dark Angel for next season! (Bah, who'm I kidding, it's done for. I'll survive.) ^.~ Jaa ne.