Experiments?

Heero sulked in the room. It was worse then a prison. The whole time he'd been there he'd only talked to one person who wasn't a scientist: but the scientists were trying to change him. The kid didn't want to change. He had black hair, that was in a long braid, and his bangs looked something like Duo's. He was tall, and thin, like Trowa. His eyes were Persian blue, which is what creeped Heero out a little. They were the same color as his, with the same determination, mission accepted, suicidal edge to them, but at the same time they were happy, like Duo's. Heero was 17 now, and the kid was younger then him, at 14.

He heard the door open. Quickly he jerked his head to see who it was. "Sanjeet, it's just you."

The boy smiled. "Yeah, just me. I brought you some food, in case you're hungry." He walked into the room. In his hand was a tray. "I wasn't sure exactly what you liked, so I had to guess. I hope you don't mind what I got." He came to Heero and sank down next to him. "Here." He passed the tray to him.

Heero studied it. "Chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, and a piece of cheery pie." He smiled. "Thanks, but you're not suppose to be feeding me."

"Do I look like I care? The people here are jerks, believe me, I know. You're the only one here that I like… I even hate my Dad for God's sake."

"So, how'd you get in here anyway?"

"My Dad's a lead scientist here. I can grab the keys… besides, it's not like they're going to punish the experiment."

"Experiment?"

"Yeah… They're wanting to make me the start of new generations of perfect soldiers. Feel no pain, no emotion, won't deny them, listen to their every whim, basically be an empty shell, with no soul, unless it's programmed into them. Well I've got news for them! It's not gonna work, not on me." He pauses. "That's where you come in. They're wanting to… kill you, and find out why you're different. Then they're gonna make me like that, they want to anyway. I'm not gonna let them kill you though. I don't like death. It hurts."

"Really…" Heero says slowly eating chicken.

"Yeah. Oh, by the way, they've got a new guy. He's a monster… well, gargoyle but… he's huge! Wings… very serious. I think they're gonna use him too. He's right next door. If you want I can rig somethin' up for you to talk to him through."

"That'd be nice"

"Want me to?"

Heero thinks. He knows he's already putting this boy in danger, just by becoming friends with him. The kid had gotten him food, a laptop, paper, pens and pencils. "No, I don't want them finding out and trying to hurt you."

The boy laughs. "They can't hurt me! Not only am I stronger then them, but I'm also smarter. I'll come back in a few hours to rig it up, Kay?"

"You shouldn't."

"Not worried `bout it. I wanna get out, destroy the whole damn place and find my sister. Well, I gotta jet. Trainin' ya know, plus I gotta get at know the new dude. Later, Heero." He stood. "When I escape, I'll get you."

"Thanks."

With a smile, and a wink, he left the room, and closed the door.

Heero at the food. After a moment he stood and went to the opposite wall. He knocks lightly. "Hello?" He asked.

He hears muffled movements. "Who is it?"

"My name's Heero."

"I am called Goliath."

"Pleasure. Look, we're in the same boat here. They want find something out about me and they want to find something out about you."

Sanjeet walked down the hall. In his hands were the keys. He knew he wasn't suppose to take the keys for any reason but he didn't care anymore.

"Sanjeet!" Came a voice. "What's ya go there?"

The teen froze. "Nothin', Dad." He hated it when his dad tried to act cool, like a teen supposedly does. He thrust his hands into his pockets and turned to face the man.

The man wasn't too tall and wasn't too short. He had short cropped black hair and violet eyes and his skin wasn't too dark nor to pale. He looked to be in his late 40s or early 50s and he wore a white lab coat. "Come on, it's time for lunch."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

The man walked up to him and put his arm around his son. "Come on, let's eat."

The teen sighed. He didn't want to go. He wanted to get into a hanger but it wasn't going to work right now and he knew it.

XXXXX

Sheridan sat in the pilot seat of Koppa-Mijin. She watched as they zoomed through space. "Sheridan," The ship said, "I'm worried."

"Me too." She admitted. "Just hang tight. As long as I'm with you nothing's going to happen." She laid her head on the dash. "You're my friend. I'll protect you forever."

"Thanks, Sheridan."

She pulled away and looked out the window. They were coming to a station. It was huge and shaped like a circle with a line through it. Quickly she dunked down, not wanting to take a slim chance of being discovered. "I'll be back." She said. "I promise. I'll be back." Still crouching she moved to the back of the ship. "Open." She told it firmly. Silently the door opened and she jumped out.

Staying in the shadows she leaned again the ship close to the door. "Close." The door closes. Then she moves around the ship to a shadowed wall. Skillfully she moved through the shadow to a door. She opened it and ran through it.

Now as she looked around she saw lots of people in lab coats and lots of doors. She stood straight, hopping they wouldn't notice her and started walking through the hall. She tried opening a door. Locked.

"Sanjeet!" Came a shout.

She froze. That was her brother. She began looking around.

"Sanjeet." Came a kind voice beside her. She looked and smiled up at him. "Hi." She said.

"Hmmm… I don't believe you're Sanjeet."

She forced herself to stand at her full height. "My name is Sheridan. I am the Pilot of Koppa-Mijin and I want my brother."

"Sheridan… Sheridan… hmm… rings a bell it does… Sheridan… Oh, by the way, my name's Jon, nice to meet you, Sheridan, you're a very pretty young lady."

She stared at him. "You thought I was Sanjeet. He's my brother."

He ran his fingers through light blond hair. "Hmmm… Oh, you want to see him? He's eating I believe."

"You'd let me see him?"

"Of course. He'd prob`ly like to see his sister… mind I still don't know who you are exactly."

"Is your face always stuck in a permanent smile?" She asked, feeling a new emotion sweep over her like a wave.

He laughed. "Guilty as charged." He offered his arm to her. "Come with me and I'll take you to him."

She stared at him. "I think I'll just follow."

"Have it your way." He began to walk.

She watched. He was wearing the white lab coat but something about him was different. He had on black, shinny shoes and nice looking pants. He wasn't especially tall but he looked strong. Slowly she started to follow, trying to figure out what was wrong with him and what this emotion was.

He came to a wide opening in the wall which must be a doorway. "Stay here, I'll be back in a moment."

She nodded. He disappeared inside and got lost in a rush of white lab coats and jumpers, with very few regular clothes. She leaned again the wall to figure out what the problem was.

"Sheridan." She heard stern voice say. She looked up and gasped.

"Father." She said coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know her, sir?" Jon asked.

"No." He said bitterly.

She bared her teeth. "Where's Sheridan?" She asked. "Where's my brother?"

"Not here. Go home. How did you get here?"

"Your people high-jacked my ship! That's how!" She shouted.

"Sheridan!" He shouted. "Go home to your mother! I assure you, Sheridan's not here!"

"Mother's dead! You're my father, you should take me! But you didn't' care about me! All you cared about was Sanjeet because you-"

"Father?" Jon asked, as if he'd been wondering as if he'd heard right. "Sir, if she's you daughter I could-"

"No, Jon. She's not my daughter. She's crazy." He turned from her. "Put her in a cell. I'll figure out what to do with her later."

"Pig!" Sheridan shouted. "You pig! I curse you for being my father! I curse these blasted eyes of yours, I curse you!"

He paused. "I told you, put her in a cell."

"But, Sir, she wants to see Sanjeet."

"I said put her in a cell!" The man shouted. "Sanjeet is not here right now, and she has no right seeing him."

Jon looked at her with hurt eyes. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Yes, Sir. I'll put her in a cell right away."

"Thank you." He told Jon sourly. "Go, get her out of my sight." He then walked back into the dinning room.

Jon put a gentle, soft hand on her arm. "Come on. I'm really sorry." He started leading her down the hall. "He's not much of a person for girls." He told her.

"You're only 17." She said suddenly.

"19 actually, but close enough."

Right then a boy came walking down the hallway. He had on jeans and a black T-shirt on. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and he had his head down like he was thinking on something. His hair was blacker then his shirt and in a braid.

The girl watched him. He seemed so sad to her and she didn't like it. Somehow it bothered her.

Then the boy looked up. His eyes were Persian blue with a rim of laughter, and danger around them. "Hi, Jon." He said with a smile. Then he looked at Sheridan. His eyes grew wide as did his smile. "Sheridan?" He asks.

"Who are you?" She asked.

He ran up to her and hugged her. "Sheridan… how'd… how'd you get here? You have to leave." He pulled away from her and held her at arm's length. "Right now… soon."

"Who are you?"

"You don't remember?" He asked, hurt ringing his voice. "I'm Sanjeet."

She stared at him. "Sanjeet?" She asked in awe.

"Yeah, Sanjeet."

"Now you two know each other? This job is confusing…"

Sanjeet looked at Jon. "She's my twin sister. Go back to work… I'll take care of her."

"Ok… put her in a cell." Jon, thoroughly confused, turned and walked off.

Sanjeet grabbed her arm. "Come on, we have to get you out of here. Do you have transport?"

"I have Koppa-Mijin… my ship, which is actually a Gundam in disguise."

"Perfect… how big is it? Big enough to hold you another boy and a huge statue?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful…"