Disclaimer: I do not own, Gundam just the story.

Pairings: 2x1, 3x4, OCxOC

Romance, Sci-fi, Action, AU, Adventure

Author's Note: Ha! So with my two other stories finished I have moved on. Welcome to my first attempt at a sci-fi story. If some of you may recall I booted Heero up in my fic, Second Chance well it's Duo's turn. As a tackle the quintessential sci-fi topic, that of robots or androids. You may recognize elements from different movies, stories, etc. not going to tell you ruin the surprise. I have a feeling this one is going to be a long one, maybe my longest to date. Anyway enough rambling, read and enjoy.

Android Love

Chapter 01 - He Signed the Waiver

Earth 2010

"3, 2, 1…" he counted silently to himself breathing deep. "Why are we here?" came the scared voice to his left. A wry smile twisted the dirty face of the man beside him, "Because we love our country," the other voice in the dark, gave bitter laugh. A mortar exploded the ground to their right sending a cascade of sand and dirty on top of them. Captain Duo Maxwell closed his eyes again trying to block out the sounds of war. Exploding shells shrieks of the dead and dying, the pleas for help that were never coming. He could smell, the death…death stank badly. It reeked even worse when you where loosening this little firefight. He wiped dirty hands on his already filthy uniform unsure in the if it was mud or blood, it didn't matter either way there as little chance he was going to make it out of here alive.

There was a call further down the line, "Sir, pickup is coming." Nodding he waved the others back, "Fall back! Fall back!" he cried running the line in a crouch, they needed to get out of here hours ago. He punched, cursed and prodded the men under his command some merely boys. Sickened he turned away from young tear stained faces, they still had their baby fat. "Let's move," covering the retreat he and several others held off the advancing forces as the others rushed to the helicopters that would carry them out and to a rear post. Most likely to return them to the front lines within days.

Captain Duo Maxwell at been at war to long…this war had been going on to long. As both sides advanced in technology it grew more brutal by the day. War was not a place for man anymore. "Hurry now," he would wait until the last man got abroad before he would. "They're coming," he looked to his second, Sergeant Solo normally golden blonde hair caked with mud, hung in his eyes. His eyes locked to where he pointed watching as they crested the hill guns firing. The helicopters began to lift off already full the last waiting for them.

It was to close, far to close, "Get on Solo that's an order!" blocking his retreat Duo felt a bullet rip through his stomach. With a gasp he staggered a bit before regaining his feet to return fire. "Come on Sir!" Solo held out his hand the chopper unable to wait longer taking off. "Not this time Solo, look after your girls." He said a small smile pulling his face as another bullet caught his shoulder throwing him to the ground. Kneeling he looked up through fading eyes. He could see Solo yelling but he couldn't make out what he was saying, it was fading out…a third bullet and his world went black.

-#-#-#-

"Ma'm! We have a perfect candidate!" the orderly rushed in a dirty, blood soaked bundle on the once white sheets of the gurney. Doctor Hutton rushed forward to run with it. Blood spattering the overly clean linoleum flooring. "How long?"

"About twenty minutes."

"Family?"

"None, career military he signed the waiver."

"Perfect, lets get him in."

The doors swung shut, the red lettering spelling out Military Medical Research.

-#-#-#-

New Earth 2310

"What is this place?" the young Private of the New Earth Military panned the flashlight around the dusty, long buried storage facility. Doctor Barton wrinkled his nose tapping the tablet in his hand. Moving towards what was once the console for the entire facility, "We, Private are seeing if there is anything worthwhile down here." Private Malone snorted clicking off his light as the Doc got the lights working. Bank by bank, the old fluorescent lighting buzzed to life, throwing the whole place into sharp relief. "All just junk as far as I can tell."

Settling in the dusty chair Barton began booting up the main power console, tapping rapidly at the keys calling up old files, green eyes magnified behind thick glasses as he scrolled through mountains of data. "Going to need some help," he mumbled turning to his tablet. Doctor Trowa Barton, head of the New Earth Military Medical Research Team rubbed already tired eyes; this was going to take some time.

True to his prediction it took days for a team of specialists to sift through more then three hundred year old data. "Cooper what do we have?" Doc Barton looked to his assistant, "In a nutshell Sir?" the older man nodded, "Well what he have here is a dumping ground for whatever the military was working on when The War of Worlds, finally came to an end." He tapped the holographic table showing 3-D projections of different projects. "Defensive suits, shields, plans for armored vehicles." He pushed them aside, "We also have a lot of experimental weaponry they where creating. Biological, and physical there was a reason most of this stuff is experimental." Nodding Barton moved to push some of the designs around looking at them, "Is this what they call a gun?" Cooper an ancient weapons specialist nodded. "Very old technology Sir, this is before the advent of lasers. These shot bullets." There was a gasp around them room as others stood looking at things they had only heard about in history classes.

"So why are they all buried here?" Cooper looked across the floating blue objects eyebrows raised, "I'm a medical doctor," he grumbled miffed he was getting a history lesson from his junior. "When the War of Worlds ended there was a re-ordering of Earth. It had been so bad that they set new laws in place so that destruction of that scale could never happen again. The first was to phase out the use of weapons that killed." He turned to where Private Malone stood looking bored, "There was a time when the military carried these. Killed hundreds of people, for a cause we cannot understand today. Not the peaceful force we have today." The man looked sickened. "So with new laws in place these became obsolete, the military had to adapt and we got the forerunner to New Earth."

Cooper looked thoughtful, "So why are we now just now looking into this store room? Why not earlier?" Trowa shrugged, "Dangerous? I mean if this stuff got out…who knows." Cooper agreed there had been no unauthorized deaths on New Earth in centuries.

"Have something Sir!" called another assistant, her eyes scrolling the screened widened. "Something big…" Trowa leaned over the back of her chair green eyes skipping over the Top Secret Clearance; the old ways meant nothing anymore. "Project Daisy?" He mumbled eyes widening when the pictures on the screen scrolled by.

-#-#-#-

"Commander Chang, had there been any progress in the clean up?" Commander Wufei Chang, head of the Experimental branch of New Earth Military Intelligence, winced at the angry voice on the other end. It was the Supreme head of the New Earth Military; all three branches fell under his jurisdiction. Right now Wufei's branch, that didn't actually exist, was in his cross hairs. "Not as of yet Sir," he said wincing in preparation for the tirade that was coming his way. "Time is short Commander, we need to find that program,"

"Yes, sir but-"

"There are, unsavory elements rearing their ugly heads Commander."

"Yes sir."

"There was a time when the military was a power to be reckoned with. Not a bunch of pansies in matching uniforms."

"Yes-"

"Keep me updated Commander." The line went dead, Wufei sighed deeply "Yes sir." Hanging up the phone he leaned his head on his overly large desk with a groan. A buzz jolted him upright, "Yes?" he pressed his com, "Sir Doctor Barton is here with an update." Sitting upright he glanced to the door, "Send him in." Dark eyes watched as the figure wearing green scrub pants, and a scrub shirt baring small cute dogs entered. His white coat flapping about slim legs. "Well Doctor?" striding towards the desk he tossed the file in front of him taking a seat.

He arched an eyebrow, "Yes I know, there is an actual paper file." Chuckling he flipped through it eyes widening. "Is this real?" he nodded, "Are they…" Trowa nodded again green eyes wide behind his glasses. Wufei was almost giddy with happiness, now he could get the Secretary off his back. "How long before you can get it up and running?" the Doctor blinked in shock, "Are you jesting with me Sir?" A dark brow rose looking at him, "Commander the technology is centuries old, I don't think it would-" Wufei waved away his objections, "It will, all you need to do is update. Not hard, but you need to keep the main programming. It is of vital importance." Trowa shook his head mystified, "Sir I'm not-" a raised hand cut him off. "There will a full debrief when we get the players together. For now I need you to take the best of your team and get moving on this."

Doctor Barton sighed finally nodding in compliance, "As you wish Sir."