By: grinsandgigglez
The prologue for my first multi-chaptered fic! This is basically a teaser to get opinions on my writing
quality and the idea I have. 13x11x1 and 11x13x1 later, but Heero doesn't really have a choice in the
matter… you'll find out in the next chapter. I'm not sure if I want the true pairings (the pairings where the
two involved actually care about each other) to be a 2x1 3x1, or a 4x1 yet (I like `em all)… Please review
to tell me what you want.
For A Friend
Trowa, Duo, and Heero stumbled wearily into there newest safe house. Well Duo stumbled,
Heero and Trowa just looked like the living dead, walking slowly, but surely. It had been a more difficult
mission than they had expected and all three had depended on each other to get out alive. Fortunately, their
trust in one another was well-placed. Injuries were not too bad, all had a few, mostly minor lacerations, but
Trowa had a fractured rib from when he took a hard hit from an aeries.
Quatre stood quickly as the 3 entered the room, ready to help, but he was waved away. "So, what
happened?" he asked bluntly, "What went wrong?" Heero glanced up at him as he walked by "They were
expecting us and had backup. We were lucky to get out alive, and even luckier to destroy the information
on the gundams before we had to retreat. I am quite surprised that they didn't follow us. If they had…
Well, we were low on fuel, and with the shape our gundams are in, we would've had a helluva time losing
them." Having finished his little speech, Heero continued down to the hall to his room and closed his door.
Quatre stood there, astonished at how close the battle had been, until Duo broke in.
"Umm, Quatre? Earth to Quatre!" Quatre blinked, "Sorry Duo, I just can't believe that they found
out about this mission." "Yeah Quatre, I can't believe it either. But right now, I'm gonna go crash. Don't
wake me in the morning, K?" Duo yawned and headed towards where he was sleeping. Quatre turned to
ask Trowa how he was doing, but couldn't. He had slipped silently away sometime. Quatre couldn't
blame him though, he had looked tired, well, as tired as Trowa ever looked.
Quatre looked worriedly down the corridor where Heero had gone. He had had four missions in a
row, not even enough time to take a good nap between them. It was amazing that he had lasted this long,
and Quatre doubted if he could last through another if it came up anytime soon.
Heero flopped onto his bed, about ready to pass out. Would you believe that, he thought, the
'perfect soldier' ready to pass out from one mission, I must be losing my touch. His thoughts were
interrupted by the beeping of his laptop. He groaned inwardly and forced his tired body to get up and see
what he had to do now.
Hmmm, the job wasn't until tomorrow. Job because all he was supposed to do was go meet some
new contacts and negotiate with them. Heero smiled inwardly, this would be easy, plus he actually got to
sleep for a change. Walking back to his bed, he slipped off his dirty clothes (except for his boxers), slid
under the covers, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Not too many miles away, the doctors looked at one another and hoped they had done the right
thing. "I still don't trust the two of them, we shouldn't go through with this." Commented Dr. S. "As you
know, this is the only choice we have, be happy they didn't ask for more. At least this way we run the least
risk." Firmly replied Dr. J, "Although I do not like it, we will comply and hope for the best."
The prologue for my first multi-chaptered fic! This is basically a teaser to get opinions on my writing
quality and the idea I have. 13x11x1 and 11x13x1 later, but Heero doesn't really have a choice in the
matter… you'll find out in the next chapter. I'm not sure if I want the true pairings (the pairings where the
two involved actually care about each other) to be a 2x1 3x1, or a 4x1 yet (I like `em all)… Please review
to tell me what you want.
For A Friend
Trowa, Duo, and Heero stumbled wearily into there newest safe house. Well Duo stumbled,
Heero and Trowa just looked like the living dead, walking slowly, but surely. It had been a more difficult
mission than they had expected and all three had depended on each other to get out alive. Fortunately, their
trust in one another was well-placed. Injuries were not too bad, all had a few, mostly minor lacerations, but
Trowa had a fractured rib from when he took a hard hit from an aeries.
Quatre stood quickly as the 3 entered the room, ready to help, but he was waved away. "So, what
happened?" he asked bluntly, "What went wrong?" Heero glanced up at him as he walked by "They were
expecting us and had backup. We were lucky to get out alive, and even luckier to destroy the information
on the gundams before we had to retreat. I am quite surprised that they didn't follow us. If they had…
Well, we were low on fuel, and with the shape our gundams are in, we would've had a helluva time losing
them." Having finished his little speech, Heero continued down to the hall to his room and closed his door.
Quatre stood there, astonished at how close the battle had been, until Duo broke in.
"Umm, Quatre? Earth to Quatre!" Quatre blinked, "Sorry Duo, I just can't believe that they found
out about this mission." "Yeah Quatre, I can't believe it either. But right now, I'm gonna go crash. Don't
wake me in the morning, K?" Duo yawned and headed towards where he was sleeping. Quatre turned to
ask Trowa how he was doing, but couldn't. He had slipped silently away sometime. Quatre couldn't
blame him though, he had looked tired, well, as tired as Trowa ever looked.
Quatre looked worriedly down the corridor where Heero had gone. He had had four missions in a
row, not even enough time to take a good nap between them. It was amazing that he had lasted this long,
and Quatre doubted if he could last through another if it came up anytime soon.
Heero flopped onto his bed, about ready to pass out. Would you believe that, he thought, the
'perfect soldier' ready to pass out from one mission, I must be losing my touch. His thoughts were
interrupted by the beeping of his laptop. He groaned inwardly and forced his tired body to get up and see
what he had to do now.
Hmmm, the job wasn't until tomorrow. Job because all he was supposed to do was go meet some
new contacts and negotiate with them. Heero smiled inwardly, this would be easy, plus he actually got to
sleep for a change. Walking back to his bed, he slipped off his dirty clothes (except for his boxers), slid
under the covers, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.
Not too many miles away, the doctors looked at one another and hoped they had done the right
thing. "I still don't trust the two of them, we shouldn't go through with this." Commented Dr. S. "As you
know, this is the only choice we have, be happy they didn't ask for more. At least this way we run the least
risk." Firmly replied Dr. J, "Although I do not like it, we will comply and hope for the best."