Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I'm not making any money here!!!

So yeah, I'm trying to put out another chapter for every 10 comments I get. Lol, weird, but yeah…I would just like to point out that this fic came out of nowhere! Seriously, even I don't know where I'm headed with this! So bear with me while I feel around a bit to see how this is going to turn out! Btw, a side note, LD is 2/3rds done!

Oh, an warning: Violence, language, etc.

Beyond the Grave

Chapter 4: Psycho

Relena gasped for air, she was sure she was having a heart attack, or at least a stroke! It was the thirtieth time she'd tried to get a hold of someone who would know where Heero was only to wind up talking to one of Quatre's secretaries again! She was getting the run around and she knew it, but some part of her mind still screamed that she was the Queen of the Fucking World, this shouldn't be happening!

"Ma'm? Ma'm!?" The knocking at her door picked up again, she could hear familiar voices outside, talking about her, talking to her, talking, talking, talking!!!!

"Shut Up!" Relena yelled at them. The knocking stopped and she could almost see them, waiting with baited breath for her next words.

"I'm Busy! Reschedule all my appointments and go away!" Relena barked. She knew they shuddered at her tone; it wasn't often that she raised her voice. She wound't have to, if only they would leave her alone.

"Ma'm? Wouldn't you like a break, we have a tray out here for you if…" Her secretary tried to bribe her though the door.

"NO!" Relena snapped and picked up the phone again.

Even when she tried to reroute her calls to call in some of the favors she was owed to find out what was going on, she somehow still ended up talking to the same three people. What was worse was she was sure they were just taking turns picking up the phone and making fun of her. It was infuriating, didn't they realize who they were messing with!? Didn't they realize what was at stake here!?

Well, she'd show them! She'd make sure Duo stayed dead this time! Nothing was going to ruin her perfect life! Nothing!!!

Heero ran ahead, letting Wu Fei lead the doctor while he left them behind to get rid of any obstacles in their way. He could hear shouting around him, other inmates, other people Relena had hidden away, other betrayals to the society he'd helped her build. His icon, his reason, his purpose, it was all being turned into this! Heero couldn't believe, couldn't even think back to how all this had happened, how he'd been deceived, how he'd deceived himself. If he did his disgust with himself just grew more and more, overwhelming him. No, not right now, right now he needed to move ahead, needed to find Duo. Needed to at least start to make this right.

That thought turned him cold even as he kicked in another door, finding a weight room complete with mirrors and other exercise equipment, this place was enormous! Make it right…the phrase fell so dramatically short of what needed to be done. He might never be able to make this right, might never earn Duo's forgiveness…

Heero moved down the hall, he was growing more and more frustrated with each empty room, each room that didn't hold Duo. He found a corner and one hallway lead off to something called 'Atrium' while the other one was labeled 'Infirmary'. Heero's heart leapt and then stilled with a deadly calm. He was steady now, steady as he ran, gun lifted and safety off. He was blank inside, black and white. Duo was white, Wu Fei and the doctor were white…everything else before he glowed black.

Duo let the nausea go, forgot trying to keep his throat from spasming, he let the pain fuel him, let the feel of Aykan's hands in his hair allow him the movement. It probably helped that half the room exploded when he moved, though Duo really couldn't tell if that was really happening or if the pain was doubling in his brain.

But Duo jerked fast and hard, lifting himself up and over as far as he could against the restraints and was rewarded with his hair sliding through Aykan's hands. He still knew that the scissors closed, that he had saved his hair but…not all of it…

Duo finally screamed, for the first time, not for the pain or the nausea or even the total humiliation of it all, but he screamed for his hair. For all it represented, for all it was of him. Because, past all the pride and symbolism, forgetting Sister Helen's love and the home he'd almost had, letting go of the war, it was a limb that Aykan cut. A part of him in everyway, even without blood running though it. And Duo screamed his pain that overwhelmed and overshadowed all else.

Duo bucked against his restraints and then jerked harder as his other pains joined in and sent him into darkness.

Heero saw Aykan, scissors held up in the harsh light of a room that looked all too similar to OR's he'd been through in the past. Heero tried the door, seeing only Duo's profile, his eyes shut tight in pain, his arms straining against tight bindings that were holding him firmly to the operating tables. When it didn't open, Heero backed up one step turned his gun to the door and fired. He held the gun higher than normal, aiming down as he shot out the lock and then shoved his shoulder into the door.

His entrance served to distract Aykan long enough that Heero saw Duo jerk hard against his captor and for a moment he thought it was ok. Duo's scream broke the silence and Heero's rage overtook him as he saw nearly half of Duo's braid fallen to the floor, slowly sliding out of its braid but still held together by its little black tie.

Heero felt the gun leave his hand but paid it no mind, he wanted his hands on Aykan, and death was too easy an out for this monster. Heero had Aykan in his hands and up against the wall before the insane surgeon could even begin to utter words of protest. He was still in shock of someone being there who was deffinently not one of his prisoners or one of the men who worked for that woman.

Heero growled low in the back of his throat, an old and familiar possessiveness steeling over him.

"Who are you!? What are you doing here?! How dare you interrupt my…" Heero pulled back his fist, clutching Aykan in place by his neck and let his darker side take over. Let his anger go and let his deep well of rage wash over him while his mind reverted back on pure animal instinct.

It had been a long time since he'd last felt this as he let his fist smash into Aykan again and again, slamming the back of this mans, this monsters head back into the wall, the sterile white wall. The metal around him shone brightly as a stone like blankness crept over his face and old urges leapt to mind. A mental click went off somewhere in the back of his mind, he could almost hear it, like taking the safety off.

He had to get 02 out of here, had to get them back to the safe house, had to make sure this man was dead. Not right away, had to keep him alive, to suffer, like he'd done to others. Innocents. Was dead for what he'd done. 02 was injured, he would have to secure a doctor, safe. Had to get them safe. 02 was imperative, to the mission, for the mission. Not for himself, never for himself, even if…

"HEERO!" Wu Fei spun him around, grabbing a tight hold on his wrist where he was crushing Aykan's windpipe slowly but calculatingly. "Heero! Focus!" Wu Fei barked at him, deliberately getting up in his face, making Heero see him.

Heero let go of his rage, let it fall back into it's endless well and close up in his mind, locking it away. He looked at Aykan, still under his fingers, collapsed against the wall at his feet where he'd slid down to when Heero had stopped holding him up. Leaving behind a sick trail of blood from the back of his head. It was spattered out where Heero had held him, a bloody halo for the crazed doctor. Heero realized he'd killed the man, he still breathed, but unless they got him care right now, he was dead. And Heero wasn't about to spare the doctor when Duo was laying only feet from him, in pain…Duo!

Heero broke away from Wu Fei and turned to find Dr. Phillips bent over the table where Duo was strapped down. She was speaking to him but Heero couldn't tell if Duo was answering her or not. Heero crossed the room in three easy strides and came around to stand on Duo's other side.

Dr. Phillips didn't seem to notice him there, even as he reached out and ran his fingers lightly along Duo's arm.

He was real; he was here, right in front of him. Breathing, labored and harsh, but breathing. Chest falling up and done, mouth open and gasping for each breath, lips spotted with blood from where they'd cracked from dryness, fists clutched tightly at his sides, head thrown back, eyes shut tight in pain but…Alive!

Heero didn't notice his own fists unclench, his bloody knuckles relaxing at his sides, his hands coming to rest next to Duo, tentative, afraid to break.

"Bring me that, remove the bag first." Dr. Phillips barked quickly as she put away a stethoscope and pulled out a metal lined box that held a bag of fluid. Heero moved quickly, bringing an IV pole and stripping it of a bag already hanging there. Dr. Phillips hung her one and ran a tube down to Duo's arm where she'd already tied a tourniquet and inserted a needle into his raised vein. She untied his arm and instructed Heero and Wu Fei to take off the restraints holding him down.

She pulled out a set of syringes as Heero gently undid the binds on Duo's upper body and arms while Wu Fei worked on getting Duo's legs free.

"We need to get him out of here and to a proper operating room with a brain surgeon. I don't like any of this! That…that…man was prepping him for brain surgery! But he was…his computer…get whatever files you can!" Dr. Phillips snapped as she injected a solution into Duo's other arm. Heero broke away and pulled out a flash drive and started to quickly download Aykan's files.

Wu Fei spoke to Trowa over a radio, instructing him that it was safe to land and that they were going to get Duo out of there. Then he switched over to Une and started talking quickly to her, telling her to send a prepared team after them to secure the prison after they left.

Heero pulled out his drive when the computer informed him he had everything that was there and then turned to help Phillips and Wu Fei transfer Duo over to a back board the doctor had set up on another bed with wheels so that they could get Duo out of there.

They moved him smoothly over onto the different bed and that was when Duo's eyes fluttered open. Phillips was instantly there.

"Duo Maxwell? Can you hear me?" She asked, looking at his eyes as she did so.

Duo moved straggly, as if unused to having his arms free. "whoarree yoo?" Duo muttered, his tongues darting out to moisten his lips, but not really succeeding since his mouth was so dry.

"My name is Kitty, I'm here with your friends to get you out of here. Just relax, you're going home now!" Phillips let Heero push her aside as they started pushing Duo down the hallway.

"Duo?" Heero asked his voice low and strained. He hoped Duo didn't hear the desperation in it; he hated himself so much right now.

"Oh ffuck. 'm deead." Duo rasped as he rode another wave of pain. Not realizing the pain was letting him know that on no uncertain terms was he dead.

"No!" Heero said, wincing as his voice made it harsher than he'd meant. "You're not dead! We're getting you out of here Duo! God! I'm so sorry!!!"

"YUY!" Wu Fei barked as the little security needed to run this prison finally showed their faces, blocking off their exit.

Heero cursed under his breath and turned away from Duo, pulling out a gun as he did so.Duo blacked out again, letting the darkness claim him, part of him still unwilling to believe the sounds around him. This was another hallucination, it had to be.

Relena would never allow her Heero to find out about her secret prison; never let her precious perfect soldier find out just what she really was.

Heero didn't shoot to kill, thought a part of him screamed for justice, he simply shot to injure and immobilize. With Wu Fei's help and Phillips guarding Duo, keeping him on the move, on a path out of that hell, they made their way through the small mass of 'guards' and out to the other side where Trowa was calmly taking out anyone who approached the pad where he'd landed.

Heero faced the prison while Wu Fei and Phillips loaded Duo at his back, securing him in place in the SR-X3. They were getting Duo out of there; he'd killed the man who'd done the direct damage. All that was left was to get rid of the source. The problem was could he take Relena down?

He was willing too, but the woman who'd once ruled as a queen was desperate now, politicians were at their worst when desperate. But that was all she really was now…a politician.

Heero remembered what Duo had once said to him, "Politics? Poli means many and tics are little blood sucking insects. Sure Heero, all you need is a can of bug spray!" He'd smiled at Heero, a big grin that went clear up to his eyes, making them sparkle violet and dark at the same time. Heero had wanted to laugh, to smile back, had wanted to allow himself to be Duo's friend and had wanted so much…

He'd discovered his love for his partner too late and then Duo had been gone…dead.

Oh yeah, he could deffinently take Relena down!