Calli Maxwell: don't worry; another chapter is on the way.

Dark Devotions: you're right with that guess. I plan on having fun with that part. Also how did you and your friends like the game? I warn you, it's an addictive game.

Yaeko: sore wa himetsu desu (gets hit upside the head). Okay, okay I know that was from Slayers but it fits. It really is a secret right now. (runs off before I get hit once more)

Lucratcia and Kidishcaresh: thanks for the reviews!

Okay, now onto the standard disclaimer. I no own so that means you no sue, not that you would get that much anyway. College student mean anything to anyone? Shakes head Probably not unless you're college students too. Sighs Well, onto the story.

Chapter 5

MANSION/SAFEHOUSE HALLWAYS

Duo walked down one of the many halls, thinking. He wanted to go down to the hanger to talk to Deathscythe but no one, especially Heero, would let him go alone. He then started to walk down another hall, not paying attention to where he was going. Duo was just letting his feet take him where they wanted. Past the TV room, past the game room, kitchen and even pantry. It was no surprise that his feet led him to the hanger. Opening the hanger door he found Heero doing work on Wing with his computer. Wires ran from Wing to the laptop.

"Duo," was all Heero said.

Duo ignored Heero and went over to his Gundam, Deathscythe. "I'll be back soon buddy. Oz won't know what hit 'em."

"You shouldn't be here Duo," said Heero as he gave Duo a cold look.

"And I thought that you wouldn't care if you or the others were here to watch me," was replied.

"You're still unfit."

"Only because you refuse to see that I'm fine."

"You're not."

"If you mean being right in the mind for becoming a Gundam pilot, you're right, I'm not. But neither are you or the others, but if you're referring to my concussion, nothing has happened for the past week. I'm fine."

Heero looked at Duo as if to see if he was telling the truth.

Duo, as if knowing what Heero was thinking said "I don't lie Heero."

Heero walked over to Duo. "We'll find out tonight."

A huge grin was plastered on Duo face. "You mean that Heero? You're gunna let me fly tonight? Yahoo! Did ya hear that buddy, we're going out tonight and nothing is going to stop us."

Heero wanted to smack his head against a wall but held back the impulse. He didn't share or show his emotions to anyone but himself alone, and even that was rare.

"When are we going to go Heero? Huh huh? When are we?"

Duo was acting like a five year old boy who just got told he could raid the candy store and have all he wanted.

"Tonight," was all Heero would say.

HANGER 30 MINUTES LATER

"Yes!" Deathscythe almost shouted with his arms up, hands in fists, while bringing his elbows down. "You all heard that, right? What Heero said? I get to go out tonight with Duo. Finally!"

"Yes, yes, we're all happy for you," said Nataku as she motioned with her right hand that he should leave her alone.

Deathscythe slapped her on the back. "If he gets a clean bill of health I'll forgive ya."

Nataku gave him a glare. "Don't touch me."

"Or what?"

Nataku eyed Deathscythe as she said "It would be horrible if you had an accident."

"You wouldn't dare," Deathscythe challenged.

"Wouldn't I? Hell has no fury like a woman's wrath."

Their eyes met and all was silent for a few moments before they both started to laugh.

"What just happened?" Heavyarms asked.

"They made up," Wing answered.

"About time," said Sandrock.

"It sounded like they were after each other's throats. How was that making up?" demanded Heavyarms.

Wing and Sandrock looked at Heavyarms.

"How could you not know?" asked Sandrock.

"It's obvious," added Wing.

Before anymore could be said Deathscythe joined their group. "So who's up for a game of Garbage?"

Everyone groaned. They were getting tired of playing card games.

"Fine, what do you suggest?" Deathscythe asked.

"Reading a book."

"Having me time."

"Writing a pen pal."

"Surfing the internet."

"Having a manicure and pedicure."

Everyone turned and looked at Nataku.

"What?"

LATER THAT NIGHT

"So did ya all hear that Heero is letting me pilot Deathscythe?" asked Duo for the millionth time that evening.

Wufei hit his head on the kitchen table. "Let me kill him. He's asking for it, let me kill him."

Duo jumped up and carefully made his way to the nearest exit incase Wufei made good on his threat.

Wufei lifted his head up from the table from which he was sitting. "If he doesn't shut it, I'll kill him."

"Now now Wufei, we still need Duo," said Quatre as he tried to make peace.

"Thanks Quat," said Duo.

"After the war is over is when you can kill him."

Duo just looked at Quatre. "Jee thanks Q."

"Hear that Maxwell, you're mine after the war," said a smug Wufei.

"Not if you can't find me."

"That's what tracers are for."

"Not if I can find them."

"You need only to miss one."

Before this could continue more Quatre stopped them. "Wufei, do you know if we have any upcoming missions?"

"None that Yuy has told me about," said Wufei.

"I wanna pilot Deathscythe! Why can't I go right now?" demanded Duo

"Duo, wait for Heero," said Trowa.

"But…" started Duo.

"Do you want Heero to kill you?"

"Of course not."

"Then wait."

Duo sighed. "I'm gunna go play Nintendo."

"Which one?" Quatre asked.

"The original. We still have Mario Brothers, right?" And with that Duo was off playing a very old game system that shouldn't have been around any more.

"We have a Nintendo?" Wufei asked.

"Duo stole it from an Oz base a while back," said Trowa. "From Zech I believe."

HANGER

Heero was in the hanger only this time he wasn't working on Wing but rather on Deathscythe. Heero was putting in a camera so he could watch Duo as he piloted to make sure that Duo was truly fine.

Heero wiped his brow so sweat wouldn't fall in his eyes. He had a few more wires to go until all was ready. He didn't plan on telling Duo the camera was in his cockpit.

Twisting the last two wires together and he was done. Stepping back Heero admired his handiwork. He doubted that Duo would even know that the camera was in there.

Deathscythe, on the other hand, didn't like the new equipment that Heero had just put in him. Once Heero would leave, he would make it where the camera wouldn't work or just loop around. There was no way that he was going to let anyone do anything to him unless he allowed it.

Before, when Duo tried to self detonate, he stopped it. There was no way that he was going to let himself be blown to bits, not when there was another way, not when there was a chance.

As for modifications, the same principles applied. He would not be modified unless he thought that he needed it or unless it was by his creator, Professor G, or by his pilot, Duo. Anyone else doing any modifications would not succeed in their task.

Deathscythe watched at Heero walked out of the hanger, most likely to get Duo. That meant that he had little time to make sure the new modifications didn't work.

The modification couldn't work for all to go well because he had a plan to follow that night. He planned on talking to Duo while they were out. He could talk just to Duo by having writing on one of the screens or talking if communications were down. He was sure that Heero would have Duo have his comm. link open the whole time.

Deathscythe quickly dismantled the camera by having the wires go dead that lead to it. He was able to choose what did and did not work at any given point as long as nothing was damaged. Thankfully he wasn't damaged.

"What are you doing?" Wing asked.

"Making sure that this camera that Heero put in me doesn't work," Deathscythe replied.

"I don't think that is a good idea," said Sandrock.

"Sandrock is right," said Wing. "Heero will get suspicious."

"Let him," said Deathscythe. "He's not my pilot; he can't do whatever he likes to me."

"Just like the time he tore you down to repair me?" Wing asked.

Deathscythe glared at Wing for that. "Thanks for reminding me," he said sarcastically. "Now I'm really making sure that this doesn't work."

Wing and Sandrock were about to protest further when Nataku beat them to it. "Deathy, it's not a good idea but it's your choice. Do what you want to do. You're going to have to live with the consequences of your actions."

"Nataku's right," added Heavyarms. "It's Deatscythe's choice. I wouldn't be happy if someone put a camera in me without my permission. How would you feel?"

"Thanks guys," said Deathscythe. "I'll tell you how it goes."

"You better not muck this up," threatened Nataku.

"Why would I do that?" Deathscythe asked.

"We just want you to come back with us when fighting. It seems odd not having you with us," said Sandrock.

"Yeah, we're missing part of the team; we're not at full strength. We need you back," added Heavyarms.

"Tsh! I plan on coming back. Mark my words. Duo and I will be fit for any mission before this night is through. Nothing is going to hold us back!"

AN: So what do you all think? Deathscythe is ready to be part of the team again and so is Duo. Also, can you believe that Zech had an old Nintendo? Who here still has one? I do and they're still fun to play. In fact I stole the one that belongs to my sister. I think I'll give it back to her and steal my brothers. He won't know until May when he comes back from college. Heeheehee. Yes, my family has two old Nintendos. Does anyone else have a Nintendo out there? Just wondering.

Also, I would love it if you review. Me love reviews even if they're not nice. I'm happy that everyone has loved my story so far. As always ideas are welcomed, even if I don't get to using them in the next chapter.

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