Insight
Part 1
Disclaimers: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters (though I wish I did!). I'm just a humble fan writing this for fun.
Warnings: Shounen-ai, 3+4/4+3
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The hangar was quiet - too quiet for Trowa's liking. The dark haired pilot carefully and methodically tightened the fittings of the mobile suit's left leg, which had been damaged in the most recent battle. That was when Heero had -
The boy's capable hands paused and his implacable green eyes grew dark and hooded. Heero - that was the injured boy's name from what he had gathered from the other gundam pilots at the Siberia battleground - now lay unconscious in his circus bunk. The seriousness of his injuries was great, but, amazingly, it seemed that the pilot would recover. The image of the self-destructing gundam flashed in Trowa's mind; Heero standing resolute and tall in the cockpit; and then hurtling through the air like a grenade, his body battered and shattered on the cold tundra like the parts of his mobile suit.
Absentmindedly, Trowa began to polish the Heavyarms gundam, caressing the smooth metallic surface until it gleamed in the morning sunlight - like the sandy desert as gold as the blonde hair of another gundam pilot.
Trowa blinked and pulled his hand away. He knew he was concerned for Heero's welfare. Of the five gundam pilots, Heero was the most skilled, the most able to take on and defeat OZ. Heero knew it. Trowa knew it. He was sure that all of them knew it. But that Quatre should now come to mind seemed completely out of place - and downright ridiculous, Trowa told himself. Quatre Raberba Winner: heir to the influential and wealthy Winner family of the L-4 colony; pilot of the gundam Sandrock; a seemingly ill suited soldier.
He had first met Quatre at the Corsica Base, where the blonde Arab and his loyal Maguanac Corps had fought off the OZ and Alliance military forces that had cornered him. The last time he had encountered the kind pilot was in the midst of the Siberian battle, where Trowa had been more concerned with rescuing the wounded Heero.
A sharp repetitious beeping rent the air, interrupting his thoughts. The dark haired boy noted in amazement that the sound came from his gundam; it was, in fact, a sound he had not heard for three weeks, since the most recent and final orders had come in. Trowa hopped into the cockpit and activated the monitor. At last he would receive another mission; at last he could return to fighting OZ instead of battling with his wandering thoughts.
The monitor flashed to life, sensors recording the gundam's surroundings. But instead of Professor S's thin face and bright plastic nose, a round childish visage appeared on the screen.
"This is Quatre Raberba Winner calling Trowa Barton. Do you read me? What is your status? Please acknowledge receipt of this message on same channel."
It was a pre-recorded message, encoded for transmission to his gundam, although the blonde had sent it along a civilian bandwidth - a clever idea, Trowa noted. Intrigued, but cautious, the dark haired pilot pressed the communication controls.
"Receipt of message acknowledged. Status: awaiting further orders from command. Over and out." Trowa's face was impassive as he closed the channel and encrypted the message.
He had spent only a little bit of time with Quatre. After Corsica, he had accepted the pilot's hospitality - in fact, he had enjoyed it, Trowa admitted to himself - at Quatre's desert mansion. The pair had played a duet, Quatre on violin, he on flute, the bright, sparkling harmonies mingling and dancing in the desert air. The next day, Trowa departed to continue his solitary battles. They had once again come upon one another in San Francisco as they both prepared to attack the New Edwards base. Quatre had even offered to get Trowa a room in the hotel where he was staying, but the brown haired pilot insisted on staying with his gundam. Trowa remembered the sad look on the friendly blonde's face when he refused the polite invitation. Why had this memory never surfaced before, he wondered.
Shaking his head, Trowa walked slowly out of the hangar, leaving his gundam repairs unfinished.
To be continued…
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