A/N: Well hello all

A/N: Well hello all. How's everybody been? Anyway, for no other reason than to be self-centered, I have some good news. My fanfic archive has reached the top ten in the non-yaoi top fifty! Yeah! I'm moving on up, thanks to everyone who voted for me. ^_^

In the last chapter of Gundam Evil 2, Trowa and Duo managed to get a space shuttle and Trowa had a flashback of the whole Wing ZERO blowing up the Vayeate. Then to add to confusion he had another flashback in his dream. What's it all mean? Is his subconscious trying to warn him of something?

Legal Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam W or any of the characters. I don't own Resident Evil or any of its characters. Capcom, Bandai, don't sue me. I'm doing this purely for money… Eh, wait! I meant entertainment! I'm doing this for entertainment! Oh crap, this won't be good. _

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GUNDAM EVIL 2 Chapter 4

Written and directed by SSJ_Bardock

Trowa sat in the copilot's chair silently staring into space. His head rested back and feet stretched out, he thought over his dream. It had been a long time since that encounter with the spy Midii Une. A long time since she betrayed him and his comrades. She had caused the death of so many and nearly cost Trowa his life. Then, she had poured her heart out to him. Basically told him she liked him and he just walked away, leaving her alone.

'I can't even tell the person I like that I like him! Do you understand why?! Because I'm not empty like you!' the voice rang through his head.

Wait, had she even expressed interest in him. No, she hadn't. She'd even said she hated him; that she couldn't stand him. So had the whole thing been an illusion, created by an overworked boy's imagination? Had he created a false hope in his mind? A hope that somebody out there cared for him? Even if he had, that false hope had kept him living. Especially when he had lost all hope. His words rang through his mind.

'We've become nothing more than redundant soldiers, Quatre.'

He'd said it himself. They had become redundant soldiers and there was no point in keeping that up. But something pulled him back from death. His hope that there was someone out there for him. It may have been childish, but it kept Pilot 03 alive. So when asked what did keep him alive, he'd decline to answer. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness.

Trowa took in a deep breath, shutting his eyes in a brief yawn. All the contemplation was taking its toll on Trowa. He needed to keep himself occupied. There was only one problem; they were in a shuttle in the middle of space. In a situation like this, there was only one thing he could do. So, Trowa got up out of the co-pilot's chair and walked into the back, where the equipment was held.

As he reached the back, Trowa took a look at Duo's truck. Walking around the side, Trowa suppressed a grin as he took a glance at the dent. When he got to the back, he hopped up into the truck bed and sat down beside the guns. Taking in another deep breath, Trowa picked up the closest gun and began loading it.

Duo's eyes squeezed shut tightly, before they opened. A noise coming from the back had woken him up. Glancing to his side, he noted the seat was unoccupied. That meant that it was Trowa back there, who else was on the shuttle? Stretching his tired muscles, Duo got out of his seat and started toward the back.

Duo brought a hand up to his face and rubbed his eyes, desperately trying to wear off the fatigue.

"Trowa?" Duo called, better to be safe then sorry.

"Yeah Duo?"

Good, it was Trowa, "What are you doing back here?"

Duo was walking along the side of the truck, opposite the side that had the dent in it. Walking up to where Trowa was seated, Duo looked over his shoulder and nodded. Taking up residence on the side of the truck, Duo quietly began to wonder why he hadn't thought of doing the same thing. Shrugging, Duo once again fought his eternal enemy, silence.

"Why are you up? I thought you needed sleep?" Duo questioned.

Trowa didn't respond though, but continued to methodically load the weaponry. Duo sighed in exasperation; Trowa had apparently decided to turn on his anti-social attitude.

"He's never this quiet," Duo thought sullenly. "What's the problem Trowa? You're never this quiet."

But once again he was met by silence.

"Come on Trowa! You can tell me! What is it? Girl trouble?" Duo asked, laughing. He was laughing until he noticed that Trowa gave a quick look in his direction. Duo stopped laughing immediately and gave a low whistle.

"It's about time Trowa. So who's the lucky girl?" Duo taunted. But Trowa just didn't seem to want to tell. "Oh, that's right. Girl TROUBLES," Duo said, putting heavy emphasis on the troubles part. "Hey look man. Don't let her get you down. There are plenty of girls out there. I'm sure you'd have no problem. I could even set you up with someone if you want. Like that girl I met today. Very good looking, but don't tell Hilde I said that," Duo added quickly, "She'd probably kill me. Anyway, what was her name…" Duo pondered.

"Look Duo, just let it go. I'm not having any problems or troubles. So why don't you go do something constructive?" Trowa spat.

Duo arched an eyebrow; apparently he hit a sore spot. So Duo raised his hands in a mock-surrender gesture, "Sorry man. I'll leave you to your work."

With that, Duo started back toward the cockpit, but not before he grabbed a duffel bag on his way. When he sat down, he rolled his eyes with a slight grin on his face.

"Some guys, just can't accept help when they need it."

But Trowa was not grinning. Why did Duo have to stick his nose into all of his (Trowa's) business? Trowa realized that Duo was just worried, but that didn't give Duo the right to pry into matters that didn't concern him. Oh well, at least Duo had left him alone for a change. So, alone, Trowa began to once again go over his recent dream and current situation. How much longer was it to L45 anyway?

Whether it was impatience or worry about their comrade, Trowa was aching to get to Colony L45 and shut it all down. Last time they weren't prepared, but this time they were. If there was a Tyrant, Trowa had the proper equipment, and it wasn't taller than a building with a Beam Gatling.

"Damn it, Heero! Why couldn't you just wait and meet up with us, instead of trying to be a damned hero again?" Trowa fumed. "Well, better get some work done," he said as he began to load up the weaponry.

They had lost track of time. But when they arrived at Colony L45, it had to have been at least midnight, of course, that's neglecting the change in times zones. The shuttle ride had been quiet for most of the trip. After Duo's questioning, they hadn't talked. Duo had just sat up front and Trowa had been in the back with the gear. Silently, the Gundam Pilot 03 had been preparing for their upcoming battle.

Trowa had been preparing himself, mentally and psychically. Trying to prepare himself for the worst. This would not be a trip for pleasure or fun. This was all business and there was no turning back. Sitting there, he had to go over everything in his mind, preparing for the worst. He had to call back the smell of decaying flesh and the images of rotting corpses. If there was something worse than this, Trowa didn't want to know about it.

But that wasn't all that had taken his attention. A certain blonde-haired female from the past had captured his concentration for quite a long time. Random thoughts and feelings. Questions stormed through his mind. That's when he made up his mind, if he lived through this, he would find Midii, whether it be in a nice house with a family or in a grave; he would find her. Trowa shook his head, why was he thinking such things? He had a mission now, there was no room for childhood dreams.

Duo's voice broke Trowa out of his day dreaming, "Trowa! We're arriving."

"Be there in a minute," Trowa answered back, as he climbed out of the truck.

Just as he reached the front of the shuttle, the Colony came into his line of vision. It had that same plain design, that same plain color and that same plain construction.

"Doesn't look like anything has happened, does it?" Duo asked.

"To anyone who wouldn't know better. But we know better and know what's inside."

Duo nodded, regarding Trowa out of the corner of his eye. Trowa seemed to be all right. Those same blank features crossing his face, impassive, like nothing in the universe could affect him. Almost like a god. Duo laughed silently at that thought.

Trowa knew Duo was watching him. Being a Gundam pilot, you learned to observe everything around you. He raised an eyebrow in question as he saw Duo slightly chuckle at something.

"You find something amusing Duo?"

"No," Duo answered.

There was a silence between the two soldiers, an understanding of sorts. This was a mission, and was to be treated as such. Trowa sat down in the co-pilot's chair and gave a brief sigh, watching as they closed in on the Colony.

"This is it," Duo said as they reached the hanger.

Trowa said nothing and began to scan their surroundings as they came in. There appeared to be no immediate threat. That didn't make Trowa's nerves less paranoid. In this environment, everything was taken into account. If you saw a movement of light, something happened. There was no room for mistakes and there was no reset button.

The shuttle shook as it docked. A rumbling noise confirmed the locking of the shuttle in the bay. A loud mechanic sound confirmed the airlock was being shut. The light above the gate flashed green, signifying that it was safe to leave the shuttle. Safe? That thought made Trowa give a bitter snarl. There was no safety from here on out. Only danger and pain.

Trowa got out of his seat and walked to the back. Walking around, Trowa picked up his duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder, the weight giving Trowa some kind of a feeling of protection. Trowa picked up another form of protection, a sawed-off Remington shotgun.

"Duo! I'm going to check the perimeter. I call you when it's safe," Trowa said as he opened the door to exit the shuttle.

Trowa dropped lightly to the floor, the sound of his shoes on the steel echoing throughout the shuttle bay. The next noise was the loud sound of Trowa cocking the shotgun. The cool metal felt good in his hands, providing a comforting feeling in this situation.

He walked forward slowly, cautiously, waiting for anything to strike.

"I'm just being paranoid. I didn't see anything on the way in," Trowa said as he straightened.

Walking up to the large door, Trowa pushed the release button and the large gate opened. Now Trowa could be paranoid, because out here, it was all unpredictable. Slowly Trowa began to walk forward toward the large gate, which let the visitors enter the Colony's city.

"Damn it," Trowa said as he walked up to the gate, turning around, "Heero's not here. Where are you Yuy?"

But Heero couldn't answer that; he was nowhere to be found. An annoyed Trowa stalked back and forth in front of the gate. This was not good. This was definitely not good!

Trowa made his way back to the shuttle bay and leaned on the entrance.

"Come on Duo! It's clear!"

In a moment, the truck pulled up, Duo grinning slightly. The truck came to a stop and Trowa got in, not looking at Duo the whole time. Duo caught on.

"Hey Trowa, where's Heero?"

"Not here. I don't know where he is," Trowa answered grimly.

"Damn it! He said he was going to be here! Knowing him, he's probably off trying to stop the whole thing himself! Selfish bastard!"

"Let's just go. Sitting here isn't going to get anything accomplished."

Duo nodded and the truck pulled up to the small metal gate. He was about to plow through, but was stopped when Trowa pointed out the spike strips.

"Hold on a minute, I'll go open the gate," Trowa said as he climbed out of the truck.

Duo watched Trowa and more importantly, watched the surroundings. Waiting for anything to make a move. Nothing stirred though, not a sound was to be heard except for that of Trowa's shoes on the floor. Duo watched Trowa as he opened the guardhouse, or rather, tried to open it.

The door wouldn't budge. Trowa frowned at it and rammed his shoulder into it again. It budged, but didn't collapse. What was it with cheep wood always being so damn tough to break? Finally, Trowa reared back one more time and threw all his weight into it. The door gave way under Trowa's push and the Heavyarms Pilot stopped just in time to see the barrel of a Beretta 92f pointed at his head.

Trowa paled at what he saw clutching the gun. The figure was almost completely covered in blood. Their breathing was ragged and their clothes were tattered and ripped. A small arm shook as it clutched the gun, but it slowly lowered. That's when Trowa saw it. Those cobalt blue eyes staring at him seemed so familiar. They seemed so tired and worn out though. There was no doubt about it; this figure bathed in blood was Heero Yuy.

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A/N: Hey people. Sorry this took so long to get up. Wait, what am I saying? This only took a little over a week to get out. Why have I been berating myself for that?

Preview: Trowa's found Heero, in a less than pleasant condition. But how bad are Heero's injuries and how did he get them? Only Heero knows how it happened, and only Heero knows of another secret, which will be revealed in the next chapter of Gundam Evil!