Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.
Author's note: Oh my goodness! It's a Gundam Wing fic! This fic (or at least the beginning part of it) is actually pretty old--two or more years, and was nestled in a folder among other papers. I suppose it is rather like Desert Storm, but none the less... Enjoy!
Left for Dead
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)
Chapter One
It all started on a sunny day, not something that would have been expected for the situation following. At first, the sounds of the propels whirling could be heard as they skipped sporadically into non-moving stages. The blades spinning and then stopping in no particular pattern. However, this went unnoticed to the pilot, who had headphones covering his ears from the odd sounds. When the controls began to get harder to control, the pilot then began to wonder. Then, the fear began to sink in when the plane dipped, loosing altitude in the quick and sudden drop.
"…the hell?" Tapping the glass over the fuel gauge, confusion was evident on his face. The needle suddenly went from little less than full to zero. The plane lurched down again, causing lights to flash and suddenly turn off. The controls jerked out of his hands and he rushed to grab onto them once more as if his life depended on it.
The cockpit door was thrown open suddenly, causing the pilot to jump. He yanked the headphones from his ears while doing such. "Damnit, Heero!" The pilot swore loudly, the controls finally stabilizing, albeit at a lower altitude.
The person in the doorway identified as Heero scowled and said nothing. He walked into the room stiffly and sat down in the co-pilot chair and strapped a safety harness around himself. He grabbed the second set of controls in front of him and helped aid in maneuvering the troublesome air craft in it's flight.
"Duo," Heero ground out, "Why the hell did you drug me up for one and a half hours?"
"Actually," Duo responded, "It was supposed to knock you out for another couple of hours, but no, you just had to go and wake up."
Heero stared at him, accusingly.
"What?" Duo questioned, holding onto the controls tightly, "This would have happened either way—awake or not! It's not my fault!"
The plane continued to shift and rattle, causing Heero to put more strength into the steering.
A loud crash from somewhere outside the cabin signaled ominous news for the pilots. Duo cast a sidelong glance at Heero, sweat beading on his forehead. A tight smile crossed his face as Heero turned his eyes to meet Duo's.
Red lights started flashing and various buzzing and warning sounds started drowning out the sounds of howling air outside the craft. The altimeter was plummeting at a rapid rate, despite their best attempts. Heero turned away, concentrating on piloting the plane as best as he could in the conditions.
Through the wisps of clouds and the darkness, the small lights on the plane showed water and an approaching small island in the middle of nowhere. Not that duo expected much more--in fact the land was more of a godsend considering the map didn't say anything about an island in the area.
As each second flew by, the water turned more blue as they approached it. Heero was putting all of his muscles into directing the malfunctioning plane towards the landform. The plane was falling too quickly though, and they would fall short no matter what Heero tried to do.
"So this is how it ends?"
TBC