I don't own Gundam Wing, as much as I wish I did. All I have is pocket lint and an angry cat, so don't sue me.
This is a quick fic in three chapters. The second chapter will be the longest when I've finished it. This was an idea that I had at 2am a while ago and it's finally made it's way to the screen.
Enjoy! And please feel welcome to leave feedback. Any and all responses are more than welcome as both positive and negative feeback helps me to better my writing! Please and Thank You! =)
He heard the hiss just before he saw it. Heat exploded on his back as the blast carried him off his feet and into the air. Stars exploded behind his eyes as his head hit something sharp on the ground. His arms and legs burned with the smoldering shrapnel that tore through fabric and flesh. What went wrong? He laid the explosives himself. He hadn't hit the trigger, and he hadn't received the signal, the others were still—Oh dear Lord, the others were still inside the building!
He forced himself to his feet and held a scrap of what was left of his shirt to his face. Before he made it three feet, his legs crumpled beneath him and he heard a snap in his left leg. Gritting his teeth, once again he forced himself upward and drug his leg behind him as he searched the rubble for any sign of the other four. All around him the fire raged and he could hear the wails of the dying. He stumbled over a charred and disfigured body as he pulled himself through the remains of the building. Looking all around he searched for any signs of the other four pilots, but all his eyes met were scenes of death and destruction. Nothing could have survived this amount of damage. He shouldn't have survived the explosion. And all signs said the others didn't either.
His head turned when he heard a groan coming from behind him. He held his hopes back and moved as quickly as he could to the source of the sound. Slowly he knelt and flipped the body over. What bit of hair hadn't been burned away was blonde, but the face and clothes were burned beyond recognition.
"Quatre? Oh my God, please buddy, if it's you say something." He felt the tears streaming down his face and choked back the sob at the sight of the man in his arms. Nothing he could say or do could reconcile this amount of destruction in his mind. The mission wasn't supposed to end up like this. Just a few well placed explosions to distract the soldiers while the others hacked the system and retrieved what they needed. Something had gone wrong. He cradled the body and cried as he felt the life leave blonde in his arms. "Quat? Quatre, no!"
Something creaked overhead and he looked up to see what made the sound. The beam overhead groaned as the heat and flame weakened the support post. He scrambled to drag the body out of the way, but there wasn't time. Reconciling with the idea there was no chance to save the body he made a dive to avoid the tumbling beam. His broken leg caught in the rubble and he landed hard, his head cracking against the ground again. His vision went white and he struggled to pull himself up, but found himself pinned. The white spread, engulfing everything before, finally, blackness took him.