I guess you can blame this fic on Sci-fi's habit of always doing some freaky alternate universe or future episode where some character died, or whatever, and everything went to Hell. These episodes are either well done and makes you think, or they suck and they make wonder if you should just stop watching the show entirely. Well I'm going for the make you think one. Tell me how I do kay?
WarNinGs: AU, Violence, Language, OOC here and there more so in chapter two, Shounen Ai and Yaoi content, more to be announced in chapter two.
Fixed up by Shadowgoddess03 so no more telling me to get a Beta 'coz I like this one.
Aishi Say
"I wish I would have meet you."
From the same song I got the title of this fic from I just can't remember it right now.
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Quatre groaned as he rubbed his head. "Ow my head." He muttered, shakingly getting to his feet grateful for the wall that supported him. 'Where am I? This isn't home? I'll never touch glowing things again I swear.' Quatre straighten when he sensed a familiar presence, only to blink when a black boot pined him to wall by his throat. It had happen so fast he had not seen it coming even if he had senses it's owner's presences. His confused mind barley registered the fact the person pinning him used no more pressure then was needed to keep him there. Quatre placed his hands on the other's ankle only to shiver as his gifts identified the other in the dark room. "Tro…ach." Slight pressure applied by the heal cut him off.
"Identify yourself?" Trowa demanded tilting his heal away so the other could answer him clearly, chocked out answers took longer then simply pinned. The strange boy clung to his ankle but made no move to remove it, which was unusual but unimportant.
Quatre blinked his wide eyes at him. "Is that really you Trowa?!" The blonde asked still making no move to escape him.
Trowa blinked at the hurt and confused tone. "Why do address me in such a familiar way? I do not know you. Who are you?" He demanded not liking being confused, confusion got people killed.
"It's me, Quatre. What's wrong? Did something happen to you?" Quatre asked concerned, he was worried rather frightened by this turn of events.
"Are you claiming to be Quatre Winner?" Trowa demanded frowning at him, voice even.
"Yes. I am Quatre. Trowa please what's going on?" Quatre demanded confused, he was starting to become very concerned.
"Quatre is dead," Trowa answered coldly, eyes narrowed.
Quatre shook his head violently, "No I'm not! I'm right here! Don't you recognize me?"
"As I said before we never meet," Trowa reminded him unconcerned, the blond was no physical threat.
'I guess I died before I meet him. But how?' Quatre thought trying to figure out how he was going to get through to this Trowa.
"It was unwise of you to infiltrate this base and claim to be a dead pilot," Trowa informed him, he looked the part at least.
"I can prove I'm Quatre, and that I know you," Quatre assured him trying not to think about the other's comment. Even now Trowa and Heero were very, very dangerous to anyone who the felt threaten them or someone or thing they valued.
"You are free to try, if that how you wish to spend your last moments of life," Trowa responded unimpressed with his claims.
"I know all about Catherine Bloom, your mercenary past, your scaach," Quatre was cut off when the heal once again pressed itself against his pale throat.
"How do you know of such things? Who sent you?" Trowa demanded eyes narrowed, annoyance was not a good thing to provoke in him.
"No one sent me!" Quatre protested, cringing when someone suddenly turned on the lights.
"Well, well what have we caught today Silencer?" Dr. S asked walking up to Trowa's left, not at all worried the blond would get away.
"He claims to be Quatre sir," Trowa answered not turning to the older man.
"I heard that much," Dr. S walked up to Quatre studying him, fingers on his chin. "This child is either a lair or he's Christ. Be a good boy and hold him till I get back. You can let him down if you want, but don't kill him."
"Yes sir," Trowa responded automatically, nodding slightly.
"You're a good boy Silencer," The older man said patting his shoulder almost affectionately. "I shall return shortly," Dr. S smiled as he left.
"You can let me down, I'm unarmed," Quatre assured him not really enjoying being pinned.
Trowa frowned at him, "I can see that." Quatre relaxed when the boot was removed, Trowa eye's narrowed slightly in thought.
"Thank you." Trowa frowned at him. 'Well some things haven't changed.' Quatre sighed as he examined this Trowa. He looked and moved just like the friend the blond had come to know, but the eyes were wrong. Those were the eyes he had had when they first meet, as cold and dead as those of his alter ego Heavy Arms. The other's tall lean form was clad in black, which struck him as odd since he couldn't recall his Trowa wearing that color other then the space suit. The normal pale jeans were replaced with black pants just as form fitting, and the normal long sleeves Trowa usually wore were replaced with a high collared vest trimmed in hunter green. Around his neck was a black choker held fast by a small sliver buckle engraved with two kanji he did not know. In the back of his mind he wondered if the others were dressed similarly since the vest resembled an O.Z. uniform.
"Why are you staring at me?" Trowa demanded after a long moment, the blond looked rather calm for someone who might be dead in less then an hour.
Quatre blushed slightly, he was unaware he had been staring, "I am sorry I didn't mean to." He fidgeted slightly as he always did when Trowa caught him staring.
"Silencer?" Dr. S called sticking his head through the door. "Can you take him to the usual place for spies? We're ready for him."
"Understood," Trowa answered with a nod. Quatre paled suddenly nervous, he looked Trowa over wondering just what he was armed with. The taller youth looked unarmed but Quatre knew better. "Will you come quietly?" Trowa asked calmly, he was curious to see if the blonde would behave or not.
"I won't fight you Trowa…I can't fight you." Quatre answered eyes down, voice soft. Trowa blinked at him but it went unnoticed. "Just answer me something?" Trowa nodded at the request, not surprising. "What will happen to me?" Quatre asked knowing Trowa did not lie.
"You will be interrogated of course," Trowa answered stating the obvious as if it should go without question.
"Then what?" Quatre asked hoping that only meant questions, he did know his friend's basic training.
"Depends," Trowa replied seeing no point in elaborating for the blond.
Quatre nodded, use to Trowa's short answers, "Best case?" He asked wishing to know what he was in for, or at least an idea.
"You live," Trowa informed the paler teen tone as emotionless as ever, it was of little concern to him.
"Worst?" Quatre asked a little nervous, he really was not sure if he wanted to know, but felt he needed to.
"Torture, fallowed by a slow death," Trowa answered causally, not the least bit bothered by the blond's tone.
Quatre swallowed as he fell in beside Trowa, "You'd let them kill me?!" He asked shocked by how casually Trowa had said such a horrible thing, friends or not.
"You mean nothing," Trowa reminded him not even bothering to look at the stranger as he said it.
Quatre grabbed his arm whirling a very startled Trowa around. "HOW CAN YOU WRITE OFF A HUMAN'S LIFE LIKE THAT?" He shouted before lowering his eyes. "Is this who you really are…is the man I know simply a mask?" Quatre asked voice pained by the thought.
"I do not know what you are talking about. You really should not grab people like that, it's likely to get you in trouble." Trowa warned not planning on letting the other get away with that a second time.
Quatre stared up into cold eyes and shivered, but did not release him, "You can't hurt me."
"Explain?" Trowa demanded once again confused by the tone, the blond said it as if he was willing to bet his life on it.
"You've never been able to hurt me," Quatre informed him, moving to stand close as he released him.
"If you do not allow me to follow my orders I will hurt you," Trowa advised him, this blond had to get that fact through his head.
"Trowa?!" Quatre gasped shocked when Trowa pushed him away, Trowa ignored him as he continued down the hall. Quatre ran up to him not wanting to be left alone. "You really aren't my Trowa," He whispered sadly as he fell in beside him once more. Trowa looked down at him but said nothing. "So how far is it?"
"Not far," Trowa answered, not looking at the hurt youth beside him.
"Would you…be that one who… would kill me?" Quatre asked as if the thought was unspeakable.
"Possibly. Do you fear death?" Trowa asked, the blond seemed emotional, they could have unexpected responses to just about anything.
"Not really, just a senseless one," Quatre admitted before looking up, "You?"
"My death is irrelevant," Trowa answered coolly, it was not a fact he had ever bothered to hide.
"Not to me it's not!" Quatre shouted at him in obvious disagreement, he hated to hear anyone speak like that.
"You are too emotional to be an effective pilot," Trowa informed the distressed youth, it was no wonder he had not made it.
"No I am not! I haven't had such a hard time talking to you since we first meet. No wonder Catherine decked you, you just won't listen sometimes!" Quatre protested before rambling slightly.
"How do you know about that?" Trowa asked taken by surprise yet again. 'How does he do that?'
Quatre blinked momentary confused. 'Oh this Catherine did it too.' "You told me one night when it was raining and I was scared." He explained softly, it made sense some things had to be the same.
"You are mistaken," Trowa corrected shaking his head.
"Well not you, you, but my Trowa did," Quatre chastised himself, this would take some getting use to.
"Why?" Trowa asked looking at him confused, he did not understand.
"We talk a lot," Quatre explained with a shrug, it really was that simple, friends told each other things.
Trowa frowned, "In here." Quatre placed a hand on the door and pulled it back. "What?" Trowa asked, the door was not electrified, and he had not jumped as if he had received a static shock.
"That room feels evil," Quatre answered holding his hand as if it was cold, it might as well be.
"Rooms cannot feel," Trowa reminded him shaking his head, there he went again.
"Oh yes they can," Quatre retorted as the door opened, he wondered if it would feel evil to Trowa if he was Empathic rather then Precognitive.
"Will you enter, or do I have to drag you in?" Trowa asked frowning at the confusing teen, it made little difference to him either way.
"No, I'll go in," Quatre looked around as he entered the room. He noticed a chair in front of a U shaped stainless steal desk and sat.
"Well you look like Quatre. You even have his habit of fidgeting slightly," A distorted voice said tone almost amused.
"I am Quatre," Quatre informed the voice with a frown, he was starting to get tired of saying that.
"Oh you even sound like him too. Zero Three get the lights would you?" The distorted voice asked.
Quatre blinked in surprise when the light identified the speaker, "Inspector H?!"
"Well who else would know if you were the 'real' Quatre? Certainly not the others," The Inspector said with an amused smile.
"Do you believe me?" Quatre asked daring not to hope too much, at least H was one of the normal scientist unlike J.
"My boy I am a scientist, and yes you do look and sound just like the boy I sent, but that does not mean I will flat out believe you. Doctor S tells me his pet found you? What were you doing in the passage to the bay?" H asked fingers folded on the desk, he was curious, he enjoyed being curious.
"Pet?" Quatre turned to look at Trowa, who was leaning against the wall arms crossed. "To be honest I'm not entirely sure," He admitted turning back to face the older man. "I was at home and I found this orb thing, it started glowing and I touched it, the next thing I know Trowa has me pinned to the wall by my throat." Quatre explained realizing for the first time how insane that all sounded, it sounded like a bad B rated Sci-Fi movie.
"Is that so?" Inspector H asked glancing at Trowa for a moment, before turning back to the youth he was questioning. "Well now, that would be confusing wouldn't it?" He sympathized smiling slightly. "It's probably a good thing you were found by Zero Three and not Zero One, he usually shoots first ask questions later."
"Heero? Oh he's been working on that," Quatre informed him looking up, he would not be surprised if Heero would have shot him.
Inspector H smiled pleased, "Heero is correct. Now what are my fellow scientist letters if you please?"
"Heero said his was called Doctor J, Duo called his Professor G, Trowa's is Doctor S, and Wufei's is Master O, plus Howard fits in there somehow, but he never really said how." Quatre answered shrugging slightly. "Duo said it something to do with the original Tallgesse."
"Original huh?" Inspector H commented, leaning forward slightly, hands folded on his desk.
"Oh yes, Zechs had it, then Treize built the Tallgesse II, and Zechs now pilots a new suit called the Tallgesse III, or just Tallgesse for short." Quatre explained the long history of the white suit in one sentence.
"My, my. And how many versions of the Gundams do you know?" Inspector H asked curious to see how far their babies had progressed.
"The original five sent to Earth, later the upgraded models, and now we use the Custom models." Quatre answered smiling slightly, he much preferred this conversation.
Inspector H blinked surprised, today was turning into an interesting day indeed, "Custom?"
"Yes, the new Tallgesse, Wufei's Nataku, my SandRock, Trowa's HeavyArms, Duo's DeathScythe Hell, and Heero's Wing Zero." Quatre answered naming each pilot and suit in turn.
"Zero?! You mean as in the Zero System?!" Inspector H asked, palling slightly at the thought getting Trowa's attention.
"Yes, Heero and Zechs use it constantly. SandRock has it installed, but I try not to use it much. I had a very bad experience with it, Duo flat out hates it, and the other two never asked for it." Quatre answered softly, not really wanting to think or talk about the Zero.
"We deemed the Zero too dangerous to use," Inspector H informed him frowning, it had seemed like such a good idea until it was finished.
Quatre looked down fidgeting slightly, "Yes, well…you left the plans in the Winner computers. I built the Wing Zero leading to that bad experience that almost cost Heero and Trowa their lives." Trowa tilted his head slightly but said nothing, his knowledge on this subject was limited.
"I did leave the plans in the Winner's computers. What did I tell you about the self destruct?" Inspector H asked watching the blond carefully, Trowa was of little concern, he was a very good soldier after all.
"You said fallow my conscience and use it only as a last resort, and I did. We won, and we all survived. Right now we are on break from the Preventors, which is a group that tries to stop wars from breaking out." Quatre answered, before explaining what he did now that the war was officially over.
"And the five of us?" Inspector H inquired, wondering just what had happened to his counterpart.
"Duo saw you on Libra, but none of us have heard from you since A.C. 195." Quatre explained wishing he could tell him more, none of them had seemed to really care.
"Let me see your scar?" Inspector H demanded gently, harsh orders were not needed, and he hated giving them.
"You mean the one I got saving Rashid?" Quatre asked, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it away form his shoulder. Inspector H blinked at the faint scar left behind from the bullet as he leaned over his desk.
"Sir?" Trowa asked when the older man sat back down heavily.
"It's all right, this is Quatre. My boy you're back!" Inspector H shouted happily, he was more the happy to have another 'normal' pilot around.
Quatre smiled, "It's nice to see you too Inspector H. Are the other's here?" He asked wanting to see his friends, even if they would be different.
"Zero One and Zero Five are out on missions, but Zero Two is here," Inspector H answered.
"Can I see Duo?" Quatre asked hopeful, he was hoping he was mostly as he remembered him.
"Don't see why not," Inspector H pushed a red button on a small keyboard like device near his right hand. "G can you send your pet to Interrogation room 101?"
"Sure thing," Professor G's voice answered.
"Thank you," Inspector H looked up at Quatre, "You must tell me more about your world?"
"Sure…well the five of us have split into two sets of partner Heero and Duo, and Trowa and myself." Quatre said deciding that was as good as anywhere to continue, and it might interest Trowa.
Inspector H nodded, "Ah, I see one violent, one not so violent, makes sense."
"Yes, we think so. We also pair up depending on the mission. Zechs and Wufei usually work alone, thought Zechs often works with his fiancée Noin." Quatre continued smiling, it was nice they had been able to stay close through all the insanity.
"You mean the former O.Z. women?" Inspector H asked confused, there could not be that many people with that last name about.
"Yes Ms. Noin, Sally Po, and Lady Une head the Preventors." Quatre answered calmly, shock was rather fitting for this kind of conversation.
"Une… as in Middi Une? Treize's Une?!" The older man asked even more confused then he had been when he had asked about Noin.
"Yes, I didn't know her first name was Middi?" Quatre admitted frowning slightly, swearing he had heard that name somewhere.
"Its would seem your Trowa has left much out," Trowa commented, not the least bit surprised the blond did not know as much as he thought he did.
Quatre turned to look at the taller pilot, he had almost sounded smug, smug was strange. "What do you mean by that?" He asked frowning at Trowa questioningly, hearing things or not Trowa never commented on something pointlessly.
"Yo H you rang?" Duo joked walking in, H always had interesting jobs for him.
"Duo you're hair?!" Quatre exclaimed, while still longer then most female's he knew it was noticeably shorter.
"I know I lost a foot the poor thing," Duo explained stoking his shorted braid. "And…wait who the Hell are you?" He demanded eyeing Quatre, he was not in any uniform he had ever seen, cute kid though.
"This is Quatre," Inspector H informed Duo gesturing with his hand, it pleased him to see the pair getting along already.
"Um…H, you said he was dead, he does not look dead." Duo reminded the older man frowning, he knew dead.
"He's not dead, he's from some alternate reality," Trowa informed his fellow pilot, if H said he was Quatre then he was Quatre.
"Way Sci-fi. So the other Duo still has his whole braid?" Duo asked being Duo after all, he was use to just going with things.
"Yes," Quatre answered smiling, the shorter hair looked good, and it was better to lose some hair then a limb.
"There is a God!" Duo cried hands up, interesting day and good news made for good days.
"Same old Duo," Quatre said smiling, it was good to be around one familiar presence.
"Oh I like him. Are we keeping him?" Duo asked smiling at Quatre, he liked the blond already, he was adorable and had a great sense of humor.
"We can't let someone who knows so much about us go," Trowa reminded Duo frowning, he often wondered about Duo's thought process.
"Trowa really, who's he gonna tell?" Duo asked turning to look at his fellow pilot, arm around Quatre's shoulder.
"Anyone with the proper motivation," Trowa answered evenly, the blond was no trained soldier, let alone one trained to resist tortuous interrogation methods.
"Is the other Trowa this cheerful too?" Duo asked, hiding his mouth behind his hand
"Actually no. Heero and Trowa have…mellowed somewhat." Quatre answered, he was missing that right now.
"That I'd pay to see," Duo half joked, he had always wondered just how much human was still in there.
"As entertaining as this is I have work, and so do you. Quatre as long as you are here you will be treated as one of the pilots. You will receive a room, uniform, and rules shortly." Inspector H pressed a blue button. "J have someone get a room and such prepared in five?"
"I'm on it," The cyborg's voice assured him.
"Failure to comply with the rules will result in punishment. We will give you a few days to learn them so don't worry. You two show him to his room will you? Then do whatever you are suppose to be doing," Inspector H ordered dismissing them.
"Sir," Both black clad youths answered saluting. Quatre stood and saluted as well before fallowing the other two out.
'Still so eager to please.' Inspector H thought shaking his head.
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"You'll love it here we get to blow the fucking Hell out of bad, bad men all the time." Duo assured him, it was his favorite part of the job really, he didn't get to sneak around all the time.
"It's nice to know some things haven't changed." Quatre commented softly, he had never meant that comment more in his life.
"It's kinda arrogant of you to think everyone would totally change just because we never meet you. Sorry." Duo bit his lip, he had not meant to sound like one of the others, he had been spending to much time with them again obviously.
"No, you're right. You and Wufei haven't really changed since I meet you. Zechs I'm not sure, but I know he mellowed out some too." Quatre assured him, most of what he knew of the sixth Gundam Pilot was secondhand.
"Dude this must be so creepy, like real life the more thing change the more they stay the same stuff huh?" Duo asked frowning in thought, poor guy had to be having a rough time of it.
"It makes me feel very much alone, even around people I've grown to think of as family." Quatre answered sighing, he had thought he would never feel like this again, he had been wrong.
Duo placed a hand on Quatre's shoulder, "I'm really sorry man. Hey you know you could say something?" Duo informed Trowa as he turned his head to look at his fellow pilot. "God damn human machine," He muttered turning his head away from him.
"It's all right Duo, my Trowa didn't exactly warm up to me at first either," Quatre assured him frowning slightly.
"Yeah, well, Heero can be a real jerk at times, but I think I'm growing on him." Quatre just smiled. "What?" Duo asked knowing that smile meant something, he had grown up on the streets after all.
"I don't know if I should say anything?" Quatre admitted looking down, this was not his world.
"Trowa may be inhuman but he won't say anything," Duo assured Quatre as they walked.
Quatre smiled fondly remembering the first time that subject had come up, "No, I guess he won't." Both pilots blinked at his tone but said nothing. "In my dimension, time, whatever you and Heero are…well…" Quatre trailed off not sure how or if he should even say anything.
"Oh for the love of God just say it?" Duo begged jokingly, patience had never been his virtue of choice.
"Together," Quatre blinked when Trowa steadied Duo, fingers curling around his arms, "Sorry."
"Dude Whoa!" Was all Duo could say as he straighten his violet trimmed vest.
"Duo are you all right?" Quatre asked concerned, Duo was often excitable, another thing that seemed to have not changed.
"You aren't joking are you?" Duo demanded seriously, not sure why the blond would be joking about such a thing, he did just meet the guy.
"I would never joke about something like that Duo!" Quatre answered a little offend by the accusation.
"No, I guess you wouldn't. I've been wondering about Heero like that but…I never thought I had a snowball's chance in Hell of it working out. What about you and Trowa? Anything there?" Duo asked stepping away from Trowa, Kitty had a temper.
Quatre blushed fiercely, not really wanting to talk about this right now, "No Duo."
Duo leaned close, "But you want there to be don't you?" He whispered softly lips almost brushing Quatre's pale skin, Quatre blushed even redder. "So what about Wufei?" Duo asked changing the subject.
Quatre smiled in gratitude, Trowa continued to ignore both of them. "I think he may like someone, but I'm not sure," He admitted, he had never felt comfortable asking, Wufei was a very private person.
"Fair enough. OK here we are," Duo informed him with a smile, he now had a lot to think about as well.
Quatre placed his fingers on a silvery plaque engraved with two kanji, interesting but unknown, "What?"
"That's you, Zero Four." Duo explained tapping the silver buckle on his collar, his marks matching his own number.
"Oh. Thank you," Quatre said with a smile, that was one less thing to worry about, it seemed he had enough already.
"No worries mate you're one of us now. Well I gotta go and pretend to look busy, take care of yourself." Duo called turning and walking off with a wave, the blond would be fine for a few hours alone.
Quatre smiled, "I will Duo thank you. Trowa may I speak with you for a moment?" Trowa nodded as Duo walked off. "About what I said I'm sorry. I know that is meaningless to you, and to my Trowa as well, but still I am sorry." Quatre apologized looking down. "I know you don't trust me, and you have no reason to, but I would like to be given the chance to earn your trust if I may?" He looked up teal eyes pleading, he had done it before and he knew he could do it again.
Trowa nodded, "As Duo said you are one of us, and you are right I do not trust you." Quatre bit his lip turning his head away slightly. "Tough in time you may just earn it."
Quatre looked up at him and nodded, "I will, you'll see, I earned it once I can do it again."
"We shall see," Trowa said as he turned, he was curious to see how the blond planed to accomplish his goal.
"Trowa?" Trowa turned to look over his shoulder. "Thank you." Trowa nodded before walking off as well. Quatre sighed watching him go for a moment before entering the room. He sighed as he leaned against the door. "I wish I knew how my friends are? I may never be able to see them again." He glanced at the uniform surprised to see it was trimmed in teal to match his eyes as the other's were. "Doctor S must have told the others what was going on. Black seems fitting since I am dead here." With a shrug he quickly changed. "Hmm…nice fit. Let's see rules. All ranking officers are to be addressed as sir or ma'am, makes sense. All orders are to be carried out without question, and as quickly and as effetely as possible. No outside personal can be told anything about operations and facilities with out permission, all leaks will be eliminated. Oh…Well that makes sense I guess. You can't leave with out permission, or bring anyone here all right. While on duty a uniform must be worn unless otherwise stated. Traitors will be shot, how military. All standing orders are in affect until other wise noted. All right where are those?" Quatre looked around but did not see any other forms. "I'll ask one of the other later. If you agree to the rules listed above please sign blah, blah." He signed the form and set it down on the nightstand before snapping his choker into place. "I might as well try and do some good here until I can get back. I need to talk to Inspector H?"
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"Yes? Come in," Inspector H called not looking up.
"Am I disturbing you?" Quatre asked peeking inside the room, the last thing he wanted to be was in the way.
"No, of course not Quatre, please sit. How did you find my office?" Inspector H asked curious, he was a still a scientist.
"I asked," Quatre answered, he was bound to be asked some strange sounding things. "What are you working on?"
"Well to be honest I've been trying to figure out why you are here, and not where you belong. So far not much luck. What's on your mind?" Inspector H inquired knowing that look well, the look of someone who needed to talk.
"Can you tell me how I…died?" Quatre asked biting his lip, it had to have been before he and the others had all met.
Inspector H nodded., "According to info taken from SandRock after the crash we discovered it had to be pilot error. Zero One was damaged on entry as well but…"
"That makes sense," Quatre comment absently, completely forgetting H would likely not understand what he meant.
"I'm sorry but I'm not following?" Inspector H admitted with a frown, it may just have been something parallel to both worlds.
"Heero, Trowa, and I are linked somehow." Quatre answered, he knew he could trust H, and the scientist may have some insight or advice on how he should proceed.
"Of course the two new types! But…?" Inspector H trailed off in thought, curious if his counterpart knew as much.
"I know, Trowa's not a new type…is he?" Quatre asked, there had been no reason to find out in his world. Trowa's unique skills where often written off experience, or some unknown training, at least by most.
"He is very good, but we've never seen anything to lead us to believe he was a new type. Does your Trowa show any signs?" Inspector H informed him before asking a question of his own.
"Well he heard me crying once when I was in space, and he was bleeding when Heero's helmet broke and slashed him." Quatre informed him, those being the only two incidents he knew of. Anything else could very well be from years of fighting, H was asking about proof they were linked.
"Hmm…we may have to look into that. What about the other two?" Inspector H asked, he was a scientist above all else.
"I've never seen them do anything, and Duo would show any talent off." Quatre reminded the older man with a smile. His other friends were skilled but only human, he envied them that sometimes.
Inspector H chuckled softly, "He is a bit of a show off, but he is also very good. That's one of the reason we give him so much freedom."
"Duo likes being himself," Quatre agreed with a smile, even in this place Duo was recognizable.
"That he does. Now you mentioned some mellowing?" Inspector H reminded him, he wanted to hear more about this other world.
"Well Heero and Trowa are working on their emotions." Quatre answered simply, the others had only calmed down, or worked through some of their hurt.
"Zero One was trained out of them, but from what Doctor S says Zero Three never had them." Inspector H said, sharing part of an earlier discussion with his pilot.
"Trained out of them?!" Quatre repeated shocked, he had assumed Heero had been trained as soldiers were to simply control them.
"I take it he never shared that?" Inspector H asked not really that surprised, the pilots were not big sharers, besides Duo.
"No…why?" Quatre demanded, wanting to know why anyone would do such a thing to a child.
"Some accident. It was a direct order reprogram or terminate. Our Zero Three was exactly what our employer wanted powerful, obedient, emotionless, a real living machine. In fact Doctor J used him as a model for Zero One." Inspector H explained, it was sad but he was use to only being attached to Duo.
"Don't call him that?" Quatre pleaded, H was most humane he had expected more form him.
"Call him what?" Inspector H asked unaware he had said anything, referring to the pilots by their number was hardly worth becoming upset over.
"A living machine. We aren't Dolls!" Quatre answered becoming upset, his friends were human now not machines.
"Calm down Quatre, please? I have forgotten how emotional you can get. I don't think of you boys as Dolls, though the others do. I chose you because you were the complete opposite of the others. You weren't just fallowing orders, or seeking revenge, you really just wanted to help people." Inspector H explained softly, thankful when the gentle tone did what he had planed.
"So do they others, that's why they joined the Preventors too. No one ordered them to, and they've gotten their revenge." Quatre explained, his friends were free to just be people now, people with the skills needed to end wars.
"It would seem you are a very important person in your world. It is a shame you did not survive in this one," Inspector H commented sadly.
"I would like to try and help you while I am here. if that's all right?" Quatre asked looking up at him, he did not want to leave his friends like this.
"Nothing would please me more dear boy," Inspector H assured with a found smile.
"Here I signed this," Quatre held out the form with a smile of his own.
"Welcome to the G.F. Zero Four," Inspector H greeted with a nod, taking the form from Quatre.
Quatre smiled before saluting, "Sir."
"No need for that when it's just the two of us. It doesn't suit you at all," Inspector H informed him.
"It feels strange," Quatre admitted, never really being one for military traditions.
"Is there anything else you need?" Inspector H asked, he wanted his boy to be as content as he could be made.
"No, Thank you," Quatre answered shaking his head, he needed to find a way home, and he would not find one in this room.
"Any time my boy. Feel free to look around," Inspector H informed him with a nod, the blonde would not endanger any of them.
"I'll do that," Quatre smiled before standing and headed for the door.
"Quatre?" Inspector called getting the youth's attention.
"Yes?" Quatre asked looking over his shoulder.
"Don't get too attached to the others. They aren't your friends, and you never know when you'll have to say goodbye," Inspector H reminded him with a sad smile.
"I understand," Quatre assured him walking out.
'He won't listen to me on that, but it was worth a try.' Inspector H thought sadly shaking his head.
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I have been debating posting this for a few days but I finally decided what the Hell right? If people like it then I will post the second half if not well then it's my own fault for posting this fic anyway right? Anyway once this thing past ten I will post chapter two aka the end. This is just like a two part episode with no real beginning or end so do not be surprised when you read the ending.