Mmkay. . .so far, all three Gundam Boys that have been mentioned in this
fic are captured. And. . .that's about it!
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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The soldier started to pull the trigger. . .
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"NO!" Duo lunged at Heero, knocking him away from the gun and the General, who cocked his gun immediately and pointed at the two boys, breathing heavily. "Get back over by your friend. . .now!" Duo and Heero shot death glares at the man as they complied.
Quatre had his head in his hand, and felt like he was going to faint. He nearly did when the General and the soldier walked out, and Duo caught him as he swooned, laying him down on the ground. "Quat, you gotta take it easy! Heavens know what you've been through the last couple days. . ."
Quatre nodded, trying to keep his eyes open, but lost that battle and fell into a troubled sleep filled with nightmares about his tortured experiences.
Heero would have killed Duo then and there if it weren't for the fact that he was one of the best escape artists alive. "We could have *escaped* but for your interference! The General is a fool, calling upon his soldiers to protect him like that."
"If killing Quatre is what you think the price for getting that gun was, then we're going to be in here a long time."
"Both of you are too kind."
Cassie nearly fainted in relief when she heard the report that the Gundam pilot that was to be hung was still alive, albeit in prison. She racked her brain, trying to think of a way to free him. . .and a memory from long ago popped up into the back of her brain. It was when Quatre had been visiting Father. . .before he died. He had mentioned to his other sister that the contact information to all the Gundam pilots was in his database. Cassie quickly turned on the computer, addressing her secretary to block all calls, and opened Quatre's database. "Password Protected."
She sighed in frustration, and started trying different names. "Winner." "Gundam." "L four." "Cassie." "Father." "Mission." "OZ." All rejected.
In her anger, Cassie slammed down her hands on the desk, and to her surprise, a piece of paper fell into her lap. Picking it up, she realized that it had been stuck onto the bottom of the desk. . .Quatre's old desk. Trying to push down her growing excitement, Cassie scanned the page and a single word that stuck out to her. "Sandrock."
Fingers trembling, she quickly typed it into the password box. "Welcome, Gundam Pilot.
Duo paced around the cell, trying to remember old tricks for escaping prisons such as this, but none of them seemed to work on this newer style. He growled in frustration.
"You're not going to get anywhere with that." Heero was ever the optimist.
"Yeah, well, if I'm gonna die, I'm not going down without a fight!"
"I thought you were the God of Death. Can he die?"
"Well, I'm sure it's possible, when he's stuck in this lousy mortal body, handsome as it may be."
Heero stared. Duo was being even more obnoxious than normal, if that was indeed possible. The stress must be getting to him, Heero assumed.
Duo finally sat down and cocked his head, staring at Quatre. "How d'you think he's managed to survive with all those wounds?"
Heero answered him quite honestly. "Sometimes I think he's not even human."*
Duo cocked an eyebrow at Heero, then laughed. "Honestly, Heero, how do you think he did it?"
Heero was silent. Duo just shrugged. Quatre opened his eyes.
"Hey Quatre! Man, you are long overdue for your beauty sleep, let me tell you."
Quatre didn't reply, as he regarded Duo with wide eyes. Eyes that were filled with pain, Duo now realized. "Quatre!" he cried out as the blonde fell into a fetal position, shivering, clutching his stomach.
Heero was the first to react, leaping over to Quatre and feeling his forehead, and coming to a conclusion. "He's got an infection." Duo started.
"You mean that he's gonna die?"
"Of course not, it's just a mild one from what I see. . .but if it's allowed to stay for a month of so, it'll become too serious for him to handle."
Duo watched Quatre anxiously as the young Arabian fell into yet another troubled sleep.
Cassie frantically searched Quatre's files, looking for something that would be of use. Finally she came across a folder labeled "contact information."
"Perfect," she whispered. Opening it, she was greeted by four pictures, and each with a name under it. Cassie searched for the two that she knew weren't captured, and it turned out only one of them had a number she could use to access the boy. "Trowa Barton," she murmured. "I sure hope you'll be able to help me."
She printed the information and went over to her visualphone.*
Quatre opened his eyes slowly, relieved to note that the pain he had felt earlier was gone. Sitting up, he learned that Duo and Heero were both asleep. Shaking Duo awake, Quatre realized that this was the same cell he had been held in before his to-be execution. "Duo! Wake up!"
Duo rolled over. "Man. . . can't I have just a little more sleep?"
"Duo!"
"I'm up! Okay! I'm up!" A pause. "Quatre! Great to see you up, man!"
"Yes, Duo. What's happened while I was asleep?"
"Nothing." Heero was awake. Duo groaned.
"Mr. Sunshine makes an appearance."
"Shut up, Duo."
"Yes, sir."
"Cut it out you guys-" Quatre was cut off short when the door opened. The General was back, along with several younger soldiers.
"Well, are we ready for today's lesson, boys?"
AN: Mmkay.few little *s up there to take care of. . .
*This is a reference to my original plot where Quatre isn't even totally human. So. . .yeah. . . *One of those thingies where you can call and see the people while you talk to them.
Thank you to all those who reviewed!
Miroki Sekkio: Thanks much! You don't know what an honor it is to be told this'll go on someone's favorites list. . .you're awesome!
Rocky: Nah. . .this isn't something you'll be sorry for. But LOL! You sound just like my friends when you say that. . .like if they give me a morbid idea or something, the first response to my evil giggle is, "I'm gonna be sorry for this one."
Again, people, Rocky is the one who gave me the idea to finish this. It's great, because it's still the original plot I had, kinda, just a bit longer.
~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.
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The soldier started to pull the trigger. . .
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"NO!" Duo lunged at Heero, knocking him away from the gun and the General, who cocked his gun immediately and pointed at the two boys, breathing heavily. "Get back over by your friend. . .now!" Duo and Heero shot death glares at the man as they complied.
Quatre had his head in his hand, and felt like he was going to faint. He nearly did when the General and the soldier walked out, and Duo caught him as he swooned, laying him down on the ground. "Quat, you gotta take it easy! Heavens know what you've been through the last couple days. . ."
Quatre nodded, trying to keep his eyes open, but lost that battle and fell into a troubled sleep filled with nightmares about his tortured experiences.
Heero would have killed Duo then and there if it weren't for the fact that he was one of the best escape artists alive. "We could have *escaped* but for your interference! The General is a fool, calling upon his soldiers to protect him like that."
"If killing Quatre is what you think the price for getting that gun was, then we're going to be in here a long time."
"Both of you are too kind."
Cassie nearly fainted in relief when she heard the report that the Gundam pilot that was to be hung was still alive, albeit in prison. She racked her brain, trying to think of a way to free him. . .and a memory from long ago popped up into the back of her brain. It was when Quatre had been visiting Father. . .before he died. He had mentioned to his other sister that the contact information to all the Gundam pilots was in his database. Cassie quickly turned on the computer, addressing her secretary to block all calls, and opened Quatre's database. "Password Protected."
She sighed in frustration, and started trying different names. "Winner." "Gundam." "L four." "Cassie." "Father." "Mission." "OZ." All rejected.
In her anger, Cassie slammed down her hands on the desk, and to her surprise, a piece of paper fell into her lap. Picking it up, she realized that it had been stuck onto the bottom of the desk. . .Quatre's old desk. Trying to push down her growing excitement, Cassie scanned the page and a single word that stuck out to her. "Sandrock."
Fingers trembling, she quickly typed it into the password box. "Welcome, Gundam Pilot.
Duo paced around the cell, trying to remember old tricks for escaping prisons such as this, but none of them seemed to work on this newer style. He growled in frustration.
"You're not going to get anywhere with that." Heero was ever the optimist.
"Yeah, well, if I'm gonna die, I'm not going down without a fight!"
"I thought you were the God of Death. Can he die?"
"Well, I'm sure it's possible, when he's stuck in this lousy mortal body, handsome as it may be."
Heero stared. Duo was being even more obnoxious than normal, if that was indeed possible. The stress must be getting to him, Heero assumed.
Duo finally sat down and cocked his head, staring at Quatre. "How d'you think he's managed to survive with all those wounds?"
Heero answered him quite honestly. "Sometimes I think he's not even human."*
Duo cocked an eyebrow at Heero, then laughed. "Honestly, Heero, how do you think he did it?"
Heero was silent. Duo just shrugged. Quatre opened his eyes.
"Hey Quatre! Man, you are long overdue for your beauty sleep, let me tell you."
Quatre didn't reply, as he regarded Duo with wide eyes. Eyes that were filled with pain, Duo now realized. "Quatre!" he cried out as the blonde fell into a fetal position, shivering, clutching his stomach.
Heero was the first to react, leaping over to Quatre and feeling his forehead, and coming to a conclusion. "He's got an infection." Duo started.
"You mean that he's gonna die?"
"Of course not, it's just a mild one from what I see. . .but if it's allowed to stay for a month of so, it'll become too serious for him to handle."
Duo watched Quatre anxiously as the young Arabian fell into yet another troubled sleep.
Cassie frantically searched Quatre's files, looking for something that would be of use. Finally she came across a folder labeled "contact information."
"Perfect," she whispered. Opening it, she was greeted by four pictures, and each with a name under it. Cassie searched for the two that she knew weren't captured, and it turned out only one of them had a number she could use to access the boy. "Trowa Barton," she murmured. "I sure hope you'll be able to help me."
She printed the information and went over to her visualphone.*
Quatre opened his eyes slowly, relieved to note that the pain he had felt earlier was gone. Sitting up, he learned that Duo and Heero were both asleep. Shaking Duo awake, Quatre realized that this was the same cell he had been held in before his to-be execution. "Duo! Wake up!"
Duo rolled over. "Man. . . can't I have just a little more sleep?"
"Duo!"
"I'm up! Okay! I'm up!" A pause. "Quatre! Great to see you up, man!"
"Yes, Duo. What's happened while I was asleep?"
"Nothing." Heero was awake. Duo groaned.
"Mr. Sunshine makes an appearance."
"Shut up, Duo."
"Yes, sir."
"Cut it out you guys-" Quatre was cut off short when the door opened. The General was back, along with several younger soldiers.
"Well, are we ready for today's lesson, boys?"
AN: Mmkay.few little *s up there to take care of. . .
*This is a reference to my original plot where Quatre isn't even totally human. So. . .yeah. . . *One of those thingies where you can call and see the people while you talk to them.
Thank you to all those who reviewed!
Miroki Sekkio: Thanks much! You don't know what an honor it is to be told this'll go on someone's favorites list. . .you're awesome!
Rocky: Nah. . .this isn't something you'll be sorry for. But LOL! You sound just like my friends when you say that. . .like if they give me a morbid idea or something, the first response to my evil giggle is, "I'm gonna be sorry for this one."
Again, people, Rocky is the one who gave me the idea to finish this. It's great, because it's still the original plot I had, kinda, just a bit longer.
~Lady V.