"I'm dead

Perspectives of the War

Or

Final Battles

Part 4

Final Goodbye

By Maverick

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me, so, I just had to say that. I don't have the money for a lawsuit.

"I'm dead."

That was all that Quatre could think of as his own guardian lifted him up to eternity.

He wasn't sorry, though. He knew that he had fought for what was right. He had no more regrets. He could go to heaven peacefully.

As Quatre looked upon the ground as he rose to the air, he saw Duo. Saw him fall from Deathscythe, saw the girl, saw him being lifted in the silver light. Quatre smiled. He had also heard Duo's prayer, and that was when Quatre felt the tears fall from his face.

Looking around, Quatre saw Heero. He too fell from his Gundam. But, only, he was alive. Heero…it was wonderful that Heero was able to see the end of the war. He needed that. You would've thought he's have gotten the hint that he was supposed to survive the war when he couldn't even destroy himself.

But then, Quatre gasped. Heero pulled out a gun as he kneeled, holding Duo's body. He looked at it, then brought it to his head.

"No!" Quatre cried out. His objections went unnoticed.

Then, Quatre's eyes landed upon Trowa. He was already at a base, getting his injuries taken care of and getting his Gundam repaired, though, he's probably never need it again.

Quatre was worried though. He could hear him. He could see the look on Trowa's face. This Trowa was different. He was engulfed by rage.

Panic struck the 16 year old Arabian as he came closer to eternity. Finally, he found himself wandering through a silver stream of light, searching.

"Son…"

Quatre looked up. There, standing before him, was his father.

"Father…" Quatre muttered before embracing the man. Happiness swept over the two, but, it was a bittersweet thing, because, Trowa was still on Quatre's mind.

"Father…" he said after pulling away. "Trowa is…"

The older Winner shook his head. "Do not ask me for help." He stated.

A pained and frantic look crossed Quatre's face. "But-"

"No." The man said…then, he smiled. "You must be the one to help him."

Confusion replaced the look on the youth's face. Suddenly, it dawned on him.

"Thank you." Quatre whispered. He embraced his father, who could only beam at his son's spirits.

Now that Quatre knew that he could do something, he quickly rushed to where he had come from.

It felt weird for him now. He was the one with the silver light, the wings…he was the angel.

/Time…./Quatre rushed himself. /Not enough time!/

Finally, he came to the base where Trowa worked frantically to get to his Gundam.

The 03 pilot sat in the cockpit, starting up Heavyarms so that he could complete his final mission.

"Trowa…"

The boy looked up. Nothing.

"Trowa…"

This time, when he looked, light blinded the pilot. He could barely make out the figure that contracted the silver streams.

"Qua…Quatre?" he stuttered.

/It's not possible,/ he thought. /he's dead!/

"Trowa, " Quatre's light dimmed so that Trowa could look at him. He looked so pure and innocent, not like a person that died while killing.

Quatre continued.

"Trowa, don't do this."

Again, Trowa's face hardened at the thought of what he was about to do.

"Why?"

Quatre reached out to Trowa.

"I wouldn't have fought if I thought that it was for a wrong reason." He stated. "I had a reason, and it wasn't because of the engineers. It wasn't because of anybody. It was for myself…it was for the colonies…it was for peace."

Trowa's face softened slightly. He looked at his friend.

"But," he retaliated, "you 're dead because of it."

I knew the risks!" Quatre exclaimed. "I knew that I could die." He paused. "And you will, too, if you don't stop this."

Trowa looked at the angel in front of him in confusion.

Quatre became serious.

"You will be killed if you do this." He stated.

Trowa's eyes widened. "But, I too have a reason!!"

Quatre held up his hand.

"I'm the one who has to bring you to heaven." He proclaimed. "It isn't your time yet."

Quatre face was firm as he rested his hand on Trowa's shoulder.

"Don't make me have to watch you die when you're not supposed to. Get on with your life." He paused. "In fact, go find Heero. It may not be too late…he needs your help."

Trowa looked at Quatre with hopeful eyes. "Heero? He's alive?"

Quatre nodded fervently.

"And Duo?" Trowa continued.

Slowly, Quatre shook his head.

"Go." He muttered to his friend.

Before Quatre left, Trowa reached out to him.

"Goodbye Quatre."

A smile formed on Quatre's lips.

"Goodbye Trowa."

That was part 3…hope you enjoyed it. Now, onto part 4…--