Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. However all original characters do belong to their creators. Notes: This is my first real story, so please bear with me. You're welcome to review and tell me what you think...

DeathScythe was going down, and fast. Duo hit buttons, tugged on the toggle, and cursed the machine. "Damn it man! We can't go out like this!" the ground loomed closer and closer, a wet, seemingly unfriendly area. "Oh this is gonna' be fun." He groaned as the suit hit the ground.

The cockpit door fell away, and he tumbled out. "Now I know what it's like to free fall without a parachute..." he mumbled before passing out. The rain fell gently, soaking him to the bone. It also masked the footsteps of the approaching scouts, but not their voices. "He fell over here!" "There's his suit, but where's he?" "I found him!" "He's out cold!" "This isn't good." "Someone help me get him up; we've got to get him treatment now." Duo was lifted gently by, it seemed, only one person. "Help cover his face. I hardly think it would be right for him to live through the crash only to drown in the rain." He saw a face through the blur someone wanted to call vision. "Hey babe, be gentle would you?" he laughed before lapsing into total unconsciousness...