Disclaimer:: I do not own Stargate or Gundam Series.

Chapter 1:

They spent a few hours already staring at the thing, and several more hours trying to figure it out. It wasn't something they were use to, and there were several Airmen, and Armed Guards standing by. The team from Atlantis hadn't been on Earth for more then an hour when they were called over to Area 51 to take a look at what that, literally dropped from the sky and crashed a few miles south of them.

What was still bogging his mind was, "How much does it weigh?" he asked as he tapped his SMG.

The man that was on his team looked at him, looking slightly annoyed that he has to repeat himself, again. "About 63 US tons," he said matter-of-fact.

"Uh-huh, how was it brought in here?" he questioned.

"By the tooth fairy, why does it matter?" he asked back slightly annoyed.

"Oh, no reason, no reason at all," the military male replied with a smile on his lips as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Really? Just get excited already," the other said and turned back to the object of question.

"Rodney, it's a giant freaking robot!" the other said in child-like excitement.

"Yes, and we don't know where it came from either, it could be Goa'uld," Rodney replied as if he should know that.

"Ah come on, its not Goa'uld!" the other said waving it off.

"Yeah? How do you know?" he asked back expecting a funny answer.

Just then there was a beeping sound coming from the giant robot, and what sounded like air hissing out from somewhere. Then it stopped. The scientist looked at the large hunk of metal as if it was going to eat them, while the military people circling it lifted up weapons waiting. Other then a few dings, scraps, and what looked like burn marks the giant robot seemed to be in perfect health.

"Rodney," the man warned, "What did it just do?"

"If I had a guess, I'd say let out a breath," Rodney replied his voice shaking some, and he stumbled over a couple of his words.

"It's alive?"

"Now that's just stupid Colonel," Rodney said and looked back to the metal. "There is nothing for it to be alive, it's just metal and wires."

"Yes and the replicatiors are what again?" he asked still holding his gun up.

"Ah, yes, those are different," he would lose.

The other didn't answer when there was a clicking sound, and then a seemingly woman's automated voice sounded. "Self-destruction initiated, minus 10 minutes and counting."

Another hiss and a door slid out showing the way into what looked like a cockpit.

Rodney stood frozen for a moment too long, a strong hand grabbed him around the wrist and pulled him into the cockpit, there a gun and pressed against his stomach. The man looked down into the coldest dark blue eyes he had ever seen before, not to mention the long brown bangs that seemed to fall into his face. He was a young male, about sixteen or seventeen.

"Hey, there is no need for all that, lets just talk okay?" the man said in a trying to be peaceful voice, looking up at the opened door, they couldn't get a clear shot in.

Rodney stood in the line of fire with his hands up, looking more scared then annoyed, but still very much annoyed. Rodney could hear typing behind him, and he turned his head to look, the boy was typing with one hand.

"Talk," the one behind him said softly.

It didn't appear the other's heard him.

"I, uh, I have a question," Rodney stumbled, "How power is that uh.." he clicked the gun behind him. "Right," he said, "He said talk," he repeated.

"So demands?" he asked.

There was a soft noise and then the typing stopped. "Six minutes remaining." The automated voice said. The robot seemed to vent more, and the boy pulled Rodney inside the cockpit and slammed him against the back wall. The doors closed and the thing went down to lean against the building. The boy looked over the systems. Rodney could get a better view from inside the cockpit; it seemed large enough for three or four people. As he looked around where he was he saw a pull toilet and sink, a bed and a food and water chest. It seemed that someone could in theory live a couple of days in this place. When he was done looking at that he looked up, and what appeared to be, five windows, but really they were screens, Rodney could see the bunker of where they were currently, with the colonel and several other military men. There was also a systems report that had a red border and several other reports over the pictures.

On the outside as the robot sat down, another small hiss of air.

"It's a telecom," he said to the bunker through the sound system. The man walked up to it and took the device and opened it up, there was a headset for him to wear.

He put it on and pressed a green button, the screen lit up blue.

"Oh John!" Rodney said and leaned forward. The colonel blinked a few times on the screen display.

"Hey I can see you guys!" he seemed happy.

"That's great, now think of a way to get me out of here," Rodney said.

"In a minute, in a minute," John replied and turned his attention to the boy. "Hey there, so what's wrong?" he asked. "Why hold Rodney hostage?"

"I will require his assistance in acquiring food and water," the boy said plainly, now John was the only one able to hear him.

"You could have asked," he said as if it should have been the first thought.

There was silence for a moment. "It will take me several days to restore my suit," he said. "Once that is finished, and I am able to restore it I will leave, and you companion will be left to you, however, destruction is still an option."

"So how many days are we looking at?" John asked.

"Unknown."

"Do you need supplies at this moment?"

"Recommended, not needed."

"Speak for yourself, I'm starved!" Rodney said hurtfully. "Hey are you sure you know what you're doing? That looks like a bios system."

The boy turned his head to look at Rodney, and then back to the screen. The doctor pulled out the bed and sat down.

"Why don't you come out for lunch?" John asked in a peaceful lets work together voice.

"Negative," was his only reply.

"Why not?" he asked trying not to sound hurt.

"Its okay Sheppard, just give us some food and water, everything else is in here, oh, could I have a change of clothes too? Looks like I will be stuck for a while," Rodney said, it was strange that the teenage boy wasn't paying attention to him when before he was held at gun point. Speaking of gun point, the object was less then a foot away. He looked to it and then back to the one typing watching the screen.

He grabbed the gun and pointed it at the boy.

"I got him!" Rodney yelled. "Let me go or I'll shoot."

The teen looked at him from the corner of his eye, but kept typing. Rodney shifted some. "I'm warning you!" he yelled at the boy, he closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. There was a dull click, and the rapid typing.

"Rodney?" Sheppard asked.

"No bullets," he said and slumped down on the pulled out bed.

"Okay, we'll send some food up, any ideas what you want?" Sheppard asked.

"Turkey sandwiches, with lattice," Rodney replied.

"Hard tack rations are acceptable," the teen said. Rodney blinked at him. He had to be insane.

There was a long time of just the boy typing, the system report still had a red box around it's frame as Rodney sat there and watched him, silently as he pulled up systems and other systems, wondering for a while how this boy, so young, so human like knew what he was doing in here. After a couple of hours a warning system went off and a screen changed into several smaller screens.

"Your food and Rodney's clothes and some of his personal hygiene items," John said to the screen.

The teen looked to the screens, and moved his hand over to another control panel and pressed a few buttons there and something hissed and opened next to one of the men that were stationed; it was also close to the cockpit. He wasn't about to open the doors for them, he then chose to open up some of the shoulder armor to reveal large rotating guns, fully loaded. He looked back to John.

"I see your point," he said to the screen and then ordered the man to put the stuff in the bin. After it was finished the bin closed back into itself. "So, what's your name?"

There was a silence. "Heero," he replied and stood up and went to a section of wall with a key pad, he pressed a password and it opened. He checked everything for weapons or a trap, though the scans didn't show any metal. After a few minutes he tossed a duffle bag to Rodney and placed the food in a storage bin, he took a bottle of water and some rations and went to sit down. "Zero seven three," he said to Rodney. The man looked up from the bag a bit confused then looked to the food bin.

"Thanks," he said and moved over to it and took out a turkey sandwich and started to eat.

Again hours passed, Rodney had found a laptop and tried to get into it, but failed and gave up. That's when he noticed that the typing had stopped and the screens had a fainter look to them, giving just a soft glow around the cockpit, when had he missed this? Was he too dozing off? He looked to the teen. Heero he said his name was, his kidnapper. It wasn't like he was being treated bad or anything, he still got to eat and move around somewhat freely. He had explored what he dared, and he hadn't touched the four control panels or the arm panels. He wanted to, he wanted to plug his laptop in and run a system of his own. He still doubt that the boy, merely a teen knew what he was doing. He had degrees for this stuff.

Heero now was sleeping, with his arms crossed over his chest, head down, and his legs flat on the ground, it was like he was use to a much smaller space then this.

This was nice for a cockpit. He had even found a shower stall and what appeared to be Heero's clothing closet. He wondered how he got water. That was a question for when the other woke up. There were other locked areas around. He looked at the left hand screen. The bunker had their lights turned out, then a beeping sound came from the right. Heero didn't move. Rodney turned and looked at it for a moment the bottom part of the screen turned blue then green.

"Heya buddy, Duo here, just wonderin where yer at, lost ya when that Leo rammed into ya and sent ya flyin off ta that gravey thingy, hope ya don't get yerself killed. Kat's worried sick, hope this finds ya Hee-man, o two out," said the message, but there had been no one on the screen.

"Gravey thingy, very wise of him," Rodney said, "It was more like a worm-hole then." That voice had also sounded like a teen. How far away were they?