I know, I know I don't own them and never will. But you don't have to rub it in do ya?! Pwease!!! Anyways another story yay!!!! I know I am jumppin from sory to story but I just have so many Ideas! Besides one of them is bound to get a few reviews sooner or later. ( sooner! I don't have a whole lot of patience.) Thanks nekos!! Have fun and enjoy!!!!







The jet had been hit. It was quickly spinning in a downward spiral toward the earth to the soft sand of the desert. Smoke billowed from the engine that had been hit, wind blowing it away so that the lone pilot could see his decent toward fate. Shutting his eyes he braced himself to meet the beautiful sand he loved so much in the desert that was his home. He hit.



Heero stood gazing out the window at the expanse of city below and around him. His head suddenly snapped toward he east, his hand flying to his heart. It felt like someone had called to him. Shaking his head he reprimanded himself, he knew Quatre could feel things like this but him? 'Quatre!' He becme aware of the acute sense that the boy was with him somehow. But he was miles away in the desert heading to a small town to meet up with Trowa and Wufei. The feeling did not leave him but he was not scared. ' I'm coming.'

Tearing from the room he raced down the hall at brekneck speed toward the hangers. Noin and Sally jumped out of the way as he raced between them, knocking the well organized papers from Sally's hands.

" Heero!?"

He heard but did not stop, he sped up. Rounding a corner he grabbed a passing Duo by the arm and drug him behind him.

" Heero stop!!"

" Just keep running Duo." Duo did not argue. Something in Heeros voice warned him that this was serious. The hurting in his own heart told him to follow, that someone needed them. They made it to the hangers in record time and jumped in the nearest waiting jet. Heero pulled out and took to the air heading toward his fallen friend. ' Just hold on Quatre, please. As your friend, no, Brother, I'm asking you not to leave me.'



Trowa and Wufei were already on the move. Heero had old them that Something had happened and sent them coordinates to meet at. They had thought it was odd at first that the coordinates given seemed to have no releavence to anything, but they too had the feeling in their hearts. They were fast approaching their destination and they could just see it. The sand spread out in all it's glory around them, as far as their eyes could see.

" What do you think could have happened?" Trowa voiced his concern. Even though in his heart he knew.

" Quatre." He one name seemed to confirm Trowas worst fear. He knew Quatre had called out to all of them somehow. The 'how' he was unconcerned with it was the 'why' he was worried with. ' Be alright.'

" There!" Whufeis voice broke his thoughts as he saw throught he windshield of the jeep the remains of a still smoking crashed jet. The Winner logo was still legiable on the side. " The others are here too!" Wufeis boice seemed to raise in pitch as he saw the others running toward the downed jet. Unbidden emotion welled up in his chest as he saw no movement or signs of life around the crash sight. Stopping the jeep beside the other two he jumped out and they began to run to the jet.





Quatre could feel them near. Trapped inside the jet he tried despertly to send them the mental message to get away from there quickly. The ones who shot him down were close by. He did not want them to be caught too. ' Ahh, listen guys! Just get away.... please...get..away.'

" Get away.....be safe." Conciousness fled him as he utterted the words, the cockpit opening to four anxious faces.