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Quatre's Savior(s) Version 1

Zechs stared intensely down, upon his newly acquired prisoner, lying helplessly under the pristine white sheets on the large circular bed

with an IV in his pale arm. 'Did I not order you to ensure a safe and quick kidnapping of the target', he said between gritted teeth. 'Well,

yes sir and we attempted to...', the commander began before he was interrupted. 'Is the target not clearly injured?', Zechs ground out.

'Overall he's 95...' 'Do you believe my eyes are deceiving me or IS THE TARGET INJURED!'. Zechs turned the full magnitude of his

fury on the commander behind him. 'Yes, sir.', he replied. 'And what excuse have you prepared for the unsuccessfullness of the mission I

placed you in charge of?', Zechs questioned quietly with cold anger. 'The target awakened during the flight and attempted to escape. He

threatened the overall success of the mission and a lower ranking officer reacted, by knocking him out, sir.', he responded. Zechs was

quiet for a moment, then slowly grit out each word. 'Commander as the highest ranking officer on the mission it was your duty to inform

the lower ranks of their duties, objective, and any stipulations or rules ordered, correct?' 'Y, y, yes, sir', he replied dreading what was

coming. 'Do you in hindsight feel you did that, quickly and efficiently?', Zechs stared the man down. 'Well, considering, I mean well n, n,

nnno, sir.', he stammered out. 'Do I you normally punish your men, when they have reached a level where mistakes are unacceptable or

fail a mission, commander?', His eyes seemed to burn holes through the man before him. The commander swallowed a few times and

answered, 'Y, y, y, yes, sir.' 'I'd say this would be, such a parallel case commander, but I want your opinion.', Zechs spoke with an

eerie calm. The commander fidgeted and loosened his uniforms collar a bit, before giving his answer quietly, 'I a, ag, agree, sir' 'I can't

quite remember, but what is the usual punishment for failing a mission of this caliber, commander?' The commander felt the sweat

dripping down the back of his neck, slowly, as he felt an overwhelming sense of dread overcome his entire body. 'The usual punishment

is the officer being publicly stripped of an entire level of leadership, sir.', he barely whispered out. 'I believe your correct commander,

but I think you forgot something. The commander looked up from the ground and gazed into the unshakable anger in Zech's cerulean

orbs. 'The insubordinate officer is sentenced to 3 months of isolation with the exception of daily humiliation and weekly water torture to

test your endurance. Then, once your time is completed you are put back into a position a level lower, than your previous one and are

put under intense observation for the slightest mistake for 5 years. You won't have a single unmonitored moment and will never move

back up to your prior authority status.' 'Commander, do you recall the name of this particular punishment?', Zechs questioned. 'Th, th,

th, the final decision, sir.', the commander said weakly. 'Why is it named, thusly?', Zechs asked. ''B, b, because once only you can give

it, sir and, and, and once you have deemed that the officer has realized his mistake it is official, and the of, officer must report to his

quarters, to await the beginning of his/her punishment, before th, the entire force, s, s, s, sir.', he stammered out and stared his leader

wide-eyed.

'Commander, it is my opinion that moment has just occurred...you are dismissed.', he said with anger.

Quatre awakened to the sound of a strangely, familiar sounding deep voice. He attempted to open his eyes, then quickly shut them at

the pain it caused to shoot through his head. He moved to sit up a little and gasped in shock at the instant and intense discomfort that

caused him to dizzily fall back and moan. 'Quatre, young dessert prince, you are awake at last. I was beginning to seriously worry if

you'd ever awaken, but you need to continue lying down. Just relax and everything will be fine.' 'Where, wha, what happened, is that

you, Zechs?' 'Be calm, yes it's me and you're safe in my personal quarters, in my Protection of Present and Future Peace Headquarters.

We're in England. I ordered my men to bring you here, unharmed, but judging by the bruise on your forehead it's clear they failed to

follow my orders. The commander in charge has been punished and I can assure you that from here on out you're safety, health, and

well being will be highly considered. There will be no more accidents.' Quatre pondered that for a moment and considered his situation,

before speaking. 'Zechs, why have you brought me here, you must realize Heero and/or possibly all my fellow pilots will attempt to

rescue me and I don't want them to be hurt in the process.', Quatre said confused, but firm. Zechs laughed lightly and remarked,

'Quatre I assure all, but a few of the them have been contacted and informed of your capture, and have been assured that you will

remain and are safe and well.' 'What?! Zechs, why am I, why have you brought me here?', Quatre asked beginning to feel the pain

come back into his head. 'I've brought you here to reside and allow myself to indulge in your..(pause)..company.

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