A/N: Welcome to the first fic I've ever written. I hope you enjoy it. It has been rated T, just to be on the safe side. It is complete, but has about 72 chapters, so I will try to update regularly. I have also tried to stay canon. Read for pairings because I don't like to give things away.

Also, I will try not to add too many author notes in the chapters. Disclaimer applies to all chapters.

Warnings: Mild swearing, lots of angst, Canon-consistent violence.

I do not now, nor have I ever, nor will I ever own Gundam Wing or its characters. Oh well. Too bad for them. :)

I also do not own any books, music or movies that are mentioned in the story, but I think we all knew that already.

ENJOY!


PROLOGUE

AC 180

"Are you sure you want to go through with this? There's no telling if it will actually work. Should it fail…" Professor G fixed the young man before him with a meaningful glance.

"I understand. But this is in the interest of science and the only way to maintain the control subject is to handle it personally."

"Just so long as you understand, Dr. Logan." Professor G pulled out a locked box. "The serum is here. The box is designed to survive your…trip. Secrecy is crucial. We don't want to contaminate the experiment."

"Understood." Dr. Logan took the box.

"Studies show that it will take at least ten years for full results to be visible. Side effects are unknown, so you will have to monitor the situation very closely."

Dr. Logan nodded. "Well, then I look forward to seeing you in ten years."

"Good luck, you'll probably need it."

Entering the next room, Dr. Logan greeted his family. He gave his pregnant wife a quick peck on the cheek and asked, "Are we ready to go?"

She laughed. "Are you serious? The boys have been ready for a week." Gathering the rowdy boys, they followed Dr. Logan to a small room.

"Okay boys, settle down. We're about to make history by being the first family to travel by teleporter."

The five boys chattered excitedly, but stood patiently beside their parents while their father set the coordinates. The room filled with light and when it was gone, so were the occupants.

"Good luck indeed." Professor G shook his head and left his office. On his computer was an archived newspaper article with the headline: Local Family Massacred.