Last Sanctuary

Last Sanctuary
by Nika

As the bullets flew towards Trowa and I, I felt myself being pushed to the ground. The sounds of an automatic weapon reached my ears as the bullets whizzed by, narrowly missing its target.

The firing stopped suddenly. I lifted my head up from the place I had buried it in my arms, and looked towards Wufei. He was shaking the weapon, swearing about how it was a useless piece of crap, then threw it on the ground.

Trowa took this as an opening to hide somewhere. He pulled me up off of the ground with him, taking hold of my hand as he led the way through the maze of European cars. He held a finger up to his lips, indicating that we shouldn't speak, lest we attract the attention of Wufei.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" yelled Wufei in a sing-song voice. I could hear the clanking of metal from where the Chinese man stood. He must have been loading up a new weapon from the sounds of it.

"Quatre, stay here, okay," whispered Trowa. He ran a hand through his hair as he spoke to me, his green eyes narrowed as he looked beyond me to where Wufei stood.

"Why, what are you going to do?" I asked, worried that he might do something stupid, like get himself killed.

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to get us out of here, okay?" I hesitantly nodded my agreement. I hoped to God that he wouldn't be hurt.

Wufei had his back turned to us at that moment, and Trowa took this opportunity to dash between the cars towards his goal... the table that Wufei had gotten his weapons from. He reached it without being caught, and began to take his pick from the arsenal when Wufei started to turn around towards him.

I banged loudly on the car I was hiding behind to divert Wufei's attention away from Trowa. "Quatre...?" said Wufei as he walked closer to me. "Where are you? I just want to talk..."

There was a loud explosion as the car Wufei had just walked past burst into flames. A strangled gasp made its way out of his throat. "My car..." he said, in a slightly whining voice. He turned around to face Trowa, who now held a semi-automatic uzi in each hand.

I could feel the heat of the flames licking at my skin as the fire grew dangerously out of control. That, however, never stopped the two men from firing more shots at each other. Several more cars were destroyed in the process, and I had to run like crazy, trying to avoid being caught in the explosions.

"Quatre!" yelled Trowa, his voice drifting to me over the sounds of bullets flying and the roar of the fires. I wasn't sure if I wanted to raise my head and risk getting seen by Wufei.

"What?" I decided that just speaking would have been enough to sate his inquiry. He made a noncommittal noise, and I saw him trying to make his way towards me, but Wufei was also trying to get to me.

He laughed, something I had never heard up until that moment. The sound of it made my heart soar. "You know, when we get out of this, I'll be court-martialed by the FBI."

"You mean /if/ you get out of here," said Wufei, firing a couple more shots.

I decided to ignore Wufei's statement, and concentrated my attentions on Trowa. "Why's that?"

"I disobeyed a direct order," he said. His sudden appearance beside me startled me. He had followed my voice to where I had been hiding. "I wasn't supposed to come here without backup." A small smile lit up his features as his eyes searched my face. He took my hand and pulled me up out of hiding.

"Dammit!" yelled Wufei, slamming his weapon down on the ground once again. He saw the cold gleam in Trowa's eyes as we stood up, and took off running towards his arsenal, hoping to get there before Trowa had fired any shots.

He picked up one gun and fired it at us. Trowa's eyes grew wide with fear, and he pushed me behind him, firing his weapons at Wufei. Wufei's bullet hit Trowa in the left side of his abdomen. And Wufei remained unscathed this round.

Trowa's body sagged against mine and I struggled to hold him up and pull him along towards the door at the same time. Wufei held a look of contempt in his eyes as he walked towards us.

"Where are you going?" he asked in as cold a tone as he could muster. Trowa was bleeding heavily and I needed to get him out of there, /now/, before he died of blood loss.

I turned to look Wufei in the eye one last time, took one of the guns from Trowa's hands, and fired the last rounds of that evening. Wufei's eyes went wide when he had seen what I had done. I had aimed directly at the arsenal and ammunition behind him.

The warehouse went up in a large explosion, just as Trowa and I had walked out the door. We were flung quite a distance away from the site, and that only added to Trowa's injuries. I really don't believe Wufei Chang made it out of there alive. All that's left to that spot now, is a dark hole in the ground, a bit of rubble... nothing worth noting.

I looked over towards Trowa... He needed to get to the hospital, bad. So, I picked him up, he's heavier than he looked, and walked towards wherever the street led me, hoping somebody would be kind enough to stop and pick us up. It's funny, you'd think I'd never want to hitchhike again, considering that's how all of this had started, but... this time it was different. We needed to get to the hospital.

~*~*~*~*

Epilogue

"And, so, Agent, that's my story. I am sorry to inform you that Mr. Chang did not make it out of there, having been in the building when it exploded," said the blonde man, staring straight into the Agent's lean face.

"And what of Agent Trowa Barton?" asked the agent.

Quatre focused his sight on a speck of dirt on the table in front of him before he spoke. "He... I... stayed with him in the hospital until the end. And..."

"It's alright, I understand," said the agent, interrupting Quatre's sentence. He had known where it was headed and wanted to spare the younger boy the pain of having to retell it again. "Well, Mr. Winner," He scratched his head for a moment, then resumed talking, "That's some story. Um... We'll be in contact with you if we need to talk to you any further. Thank you for your time." He stood up, holding his hand out to offer a handshake, and the smaller blonde man graciously accepted.

"I'm glad I could be of help. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions." The blonde man smiled lightly, then got up out of his seat, making his way towards the door.

Before he left the room, he turned back towards the older FBI agent. He was nothing like Trowa was, but still... there was a kindness to him that was lacking in most others. "Thank you again, Mr. Johnson," said Quatre.

"No, thank you. And, please, feel free to call me if you think of anything else you might want to add to your story." The agent pulled out a small card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Quatre.

~*~*~*~*

Quatre walked to the sleek black car that awaited his return. He let out a soft sigh, looking up into the sky. The door to the car opened, and out stepped a tall young man. "Are you coming, little one?"

Quatre's face positively lit up at the sight of this man. His smile reached from ear to ear. "Trowa, you should get back in the car before someone sees you."

"I guess." He lightly brushed his lips against the smaller boy's, then pulled him into the car. "So, you really did tell them I was dead?" asked Trowa once they were both seated.

"I didn't tell them anything. He /assumed/ you were dead," said Quatre with an impish smile. Trowa reciprocated the smile, then drove the car off, until it vanished beyond the horizon.

~the end~

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