This takes place right after Quatre destroys Sandrock, and is in space in
the shuttle, unconscious. Duo has just been taken captive and Heero is
planning to save him. I changed the plot around a bit.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Quatre was drifting in space…drifting…drifting.
I thank you, my dear Sandrock. There is an explosion. Pain. His heart jolts. Taking off into space, then darkness.
"Shuttle number oh two three eight nine! Do you read me? This is colony L2 calling! Do you read me! Over!"
Quatre awoke with a start. He was in a shuttle. What had happened? The memories came flooding back to him. Sandrock. Tears filled his dark blue eyes, and he pressed a button to reply to the colony. "This is shuttle oh two three eight nine. I read you. Over."
"Shuttle, you are damaged. We are prepared to take you in. Over."
Quatre swallowed hard. Take him in? A Gundam pilot? They must not know. Should he tell them? "This is shuttle. I'm prepared to land on the emergency deck. Over." No, something in his mind had just clicked. L2 was where his father lived.
He maneuvered the craft onto the emergency deck, and hopped out. He took off his helmet and shook out his hair. The man stationed there stared. "Yer jus' a little kid! What'r y'don' way out 'ere?"
Quatre smiled at him. "I'm here to pay a visit to my family. Can I be shown to the Winner residence?"
The man gaped at him. "Winner? You're a Winner? Why, sure I'll show yer there."
Duo was thrown into a cell. He wondered how long it would be before he was executed. I guess that because I'm a Gundam pilot, I was doomed from the very start. He sighed. Maybe Heero would try to save him? He laughed at the very idea of it. Heero. Helping someone besides—no, just helping someone in the first place was laughable, including himself.
Quatre quietly opened the door to his fathers study. He was sitting at his desk, absorbed in work. "Father?" Mr. Winner looked up.
"…Quatre??" Quatre nodded. "What are you doing here, my son?"
(skip a bunch of time because I'm lazy)
Quatre and his sister were in the shuttle. "Father! Father!" Quatre screamed. He turned to his sister, eyes cold. "I want you to get out of here. Now. Take the escape pod." She looked like she would protest, but Quatre yelled, "GO!"
She obeyed and left the shuttle to Quatre.
The colony fired at Quatre's father. Quatre tried to maneuver the shuttle to take the blow himself, but it wasn't fast enough. His wing was hit, though. He yelled in pain as small fires started and he was hurled into the wall, and the shuttle was hurled into space, watching as his father was assassinated.
Quatre woke up looking into the face of a man in his late thirties. "Hey, kid, look. I know who you are and what you do. You're a Gundam Pilot. But we'll protect you as long as you're here."
Quatre was too confused to ask how the man knew who he was, so he lay back and fell asleep once again.
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! The alarm was sounding. There were voices, many were yelling. Quatre opened his eyes. The man he had seen earlier was sitting with his face in his hands. "We're going to all die here. OZ will never let us go this time." Quatre sat up, and the movement caused the man to look at him. He looked at Quatre as if he had never seen him before in his life. "Of course, that's it! General Thomson! Call the OZ ship attacking us!" A wicked grin spread across his face. "Tell them we have a Gundam pilot, and if they stop attacking, we'll give him over to them." The man did as he was told, and several others came over to bind Quatre. He ignored his headache and jumped out of the bed, preparing to fight. No way he would let himself be handed over to OZ. That meant certain death. It wasn't the death that scared him, no. He wasn't afraid to die, and sometimes wondered if just giving up and letting himself get killed in battle would make it easier. But he couldn't let himself die. Not while Earth and the Colonies were still at war. One of the men lunged at him, and Quatre stepped easily out of the way. But in doing this he failed to notice the second man that came up behind him with a club, and swung it down upon his exposed head.
A.N. So what do you think? Should I just give up on this or what? I've already got the next seven or so chapters written, and I'll be updating this about every day.
I don't know much about Gundam Wing, so if you spotted mistakes in here, tell me please.
Please review, flames don't bother me much, so if you want to flame me, go right ahead.
~Lady V.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Quatre was drifting in space…drifting…drifting.
I thank you, my dear Sandrock. There is an explosion. Pain. His heart jolts. Taking off into space, then darkness.
"Shuttle number oh two three eight nine! Do you read me? This is colony L2 calling! Do you read me! Over!"
Quatre awoke with a start. He was in a shuttle. What had happened? The memories came flooding back to him. Sandrock. Tears filled his dark blue eyes, and he pressed a button to reply to the colony. "This is shuttle oh two three eight nine. I read you. Over."
"Shuttle, you are damaged. We are prepared to take you in. Over."
Quatre swallowed hard. Take him in? A Gundam pilot? They must not know. Should he tell them? "This is shuttle. I'm prepared to land on the emergency deck. Over." No, something in his mind had just clicked. L2 was where his father lived.
He maneuvered the craft onto the emergency deck, and hopped out. He took off his helmet and shook out his hair. The man stationed there stared. "Yer jus' a little kid! What'r y'don' way out 'ere?"
Quatre smiled at him. "I'm here to pay a visit to my family. Can I be shown to the Winner residence?"
The man gaped at him. "Winner? You're a Winner? Why, sure I'll show yer there."
Duo was thrown into a cell. He wondered how long it would be before he was executed. I guess that because I'm a Gundam pilot, I was doomed from the very start. He sighed. Maybe Heero would try to save him? He laughed at the very idea of it. Heero. Helping someone besides—no, just helping someone in the first place was laughable, including himself.
Quatre quietly opened the door to his fathers study. He was sitting at his desk, absorbed in work. "Father?" Mr. Winner looked up.
"…Quatre??" Quatre nodded. "What are you doing here, my son?"
(skip a bunch of time because I'm lazy)
Quatre and his sister were in the shuttle. "Father! Father!" Quatre screamed. He turned to his sister, eyes cold. "I want you to get out of here. Now. Take the escape pod." She looked like she would protest, but Quatre yelled, "GO!"
She obeyed and left the shuttle to Quatre.
The colony fired at Quatre's father. Quatre tried to maneuver the shuttle to take the blow himself, but it wasn't fast enough. His wing was hit, though. He yelled in pain as small fires started and he was hurled into the wall, and the shuttle was hurled into space, watching as his father was assassinated.
Quatre woke up looking into the face of a man in his late thirties. "Hey, kid, look. I know who you are and what you do. You're a Gundam Pilot. But we'll protect you as long as you're here."
Quatre was too confused to ask how the man knew who he was, so he lay back and fell asleep once again.
Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! The alarm was sounding. There were voices, many were yelling. Quatre opened his eyes. The man he had seen earlier was sitting with his face in his hands. "We're going to all die here. OZ will never let us go this time." Quatre sat up, and the movement caused the man to look at him. He looked at Quatre as if he had never seen him before in his life. "Of course, that's it! General Thomson! Call the OZ ship attacking us!" A wicked grin spread across his face. "Tell them we have a Gundam pilot, and if they stop attacking, we'll give him over to them." The man did as he was told, and several others came over to bind Quatre. He ignored his headache and jumped out of the bed, preparing to fight. No way he would let himself be handed over to OZ. That meant certain death. It wasn't the death that scared him, no. He wasn't afraid to die, and sometimes wondered if just giving up and letting himself get killed in battle would make it easier. But he couldn't let himself die. Not while Earth and the Colonies were still at war. One of the men lunged at him, and Quatre stepped easily out of the way. But in doing this he failed to notice the second man that came up behind him with a club, and swung it down upon his exposed head.
A.N. So what do you think? Should I just give up on this or what? I've already got the next seven or so chapters written, and I'll be updating this about every day.
I don't know much about Gundam Wing, so if you spotted mistakes in here, tell me please.
Please review, flames don't bother me much, so if you want to flame me, go right ahead.
~Lady V.