Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or a sense of timing… My sanity is still up for debate….

Authors notes: I'd like to apologize for the chapter that used to be here. After fighting with this story for quite some time (and loosing painfully each time…), I came to the conclusion that I had misplaced chapter 11. I was trying to push the story forward too quickly, and it ended up messing up my plot so even I couldn't fix it.

Daichi: *laughs* is that even possible?

Mel: *glares at Tsuru* What have you done to him?

Tsuru: *smirks*

Daichi: Is this the pathetic excuse you're going to use for taking so long on updating? We all know it's because you've been watching Trigun…

Mel: *defensively* That was just today! What do you expect I'll do when I buy a new anime?

Tsuru: Of course. You couldn't possibly have spent all these months watching three episodes of Trigun…

Daichi: There's also Sims….

Mel: That was only recently!

Tsuru: And RPGs…

Mel: I borrowed that! I have to play it so I can give it back!

Daichi: And going out with her koi….

Mel: . I have a life, you know!

Tsuru: No, you leach off of Kat.

Mel: Hey!

Daichi: And get her to hook you up with guys…

Mel: . Ok, that's it! Where's my nerf gun! I have some hunting to do! Onii-chan! Dig a hole in the back yard! I have some muses to bury!

Daichi/Tsuru: *gulp*

Daichi: *to Tsuru* It's your fault. Your idea….

Tsuru: *to Daichi* you listened…

Daichi/Tsuru: *continue to bicker*

Mel: This is the real reason I can't write….

Tsuru/Daichi: hey!

Mel/Tsuru/Daichi: *fight*

Midii typed in her codes, desperately trying to shut her squealing laptop up. Information was coming in too rapidly, and the computer couldn't separate any of it. She set it to play the video in real time, and was surprised when the screen was filled with a warped picture. It looked as if two images were being displayed at the same time. She tried to find the source of the extra picture, but the computer asked for a pass code. Midii silently cursed Nakushita for making everything password-protected as she searched through her mind for the right code.

"Damn…."

"Password incorrect, voice recognized. Access approved." Midii took a deep breath, so as not to punch a hole through the moniter, before continuing. She needed to make sure she was only receiving a signal from one source, then get rid of the other.

"So there you are…." She found that her two signals were coming from almost exactly the same place. They had to be within meters of each other. It didn't take her long to focus on which signal was the original, then she told the computer to ignore the other signal.

"Access denied."

"Damn it!" Midii hissed. Something had overridden her command. She decided to try again, and was hit with another problem.

"Please enter password."

"Nakushita… when I get my hands on you, I swear I'll—"

"Password incorrect, voice recognized. Access approved." She furiously slammed in the command to change the receiving signal again. "File not found."

"What the hell do you mean, 'file not found'!?!?" She was now only getting one signal, but no image. She was, however, receiving a whole lot of sound and visual information that couldn't be displayed in real time. Her laptop couldn't handle the overload, and froze. "Shit!" She was about to cut off the power when everything just returned to normal. She had real-time video, and was able to catch a glimpse of her beloved Nanashi before the image seemed to fall back, and she was staring at a blank ceiling. The brown-haired boy leaned into her sight and mouthed something. She didn't have sound, so she couldn't tell exactly what it was. All too soon, he was gone, and there was nothing on her screen but crème coloured plaster.

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"Mmmmm….. T-Trowa?" Trowa quickly stood up as he heard Quatre's voice. He reached out a hand and placed it on Quatre's cool head.

"Are you alright?" Quatre closed his eyes and nodded, then stretched.

"I'm fine. Just trying to wake up…." Quatre held out a hand and looked at Trowa. "Up?" Trowa smiled and pulled slightly, helping the blond to sit up. "Thanks." Trowa leaned over and kissed Quatre slightly on the forehead.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Quatre shook his head slightly, and hugged his lover.

"I would, but I'm not quite sure myself…" The boy sighed deeply before continuing. "I tried to help Duo, and ended up getting hit with his pain…" Trowa nodded in understanding. If there was one thing he had learned about his little love, it was to accept the impossible. Being with that boy resulted in more miracles than he could count. "Will you come with me next time?" Trowa stopped rubbing Quatre's back, trying to understand what he had asked. "Will you… make sure I don't end up like this again?"

"Of course." Quatre smiled into Trowa's chest, then sat upright.

"Do we still have some of that soup I made for Duo?" Trowa nodded, and the two went downstairs to find it.

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Heero's gaze was fixed at some indefinite point above his laptop. His fingers gently moved over the jade dolphin charm, the chain wrapped loosely around his wrist. 'Why can't I just forget….. Forget Relena, forget love, forget friendship…' Heero picked his gun up off of the table next to the couch and laughed quietly to himself. "Forget promises…"

He never heard you. It's not like he would know. Heero laughed bitterly again before putting the gun away and standing to leave the room.

'Of course… Duo would never notice anything was wrong if I were lying in the middle of the floor with a hole in my head…'

He wouldn't. Not in the condition he's in, anyway… He stopped in the doorway and banged his head into the frame. He didn't want to think about Duo right now. If they didn't hurry up and figure out how to cure him, the doctor might consider him a liability…

Heero smacked his head into the wall again, as if it would rid him of unwanted thoughts. However, it did give him a terrible headache, which did the job nicely.

"Heero! What do you think you're doing?" Quatre put his hands on Heero's shoulders and turned him away from the wall.

'Slamming my head into the door frame. What does it look like I'm doing, baka?' Quatre chuckled slightly as he lifted Heero's bangs, checking for any breaks in the skin.

"Who's the idiot? I didn't just loose ten braincells…" the blond boy shook his head and walked into the kitchen, while Heero just stared at him in disbelief.

'Did I say that out loud?'

"Hey, Trowa? Where's that soup? I can't find it." Trowa slipped past Heero to help Quatre find what he was looking for.

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"Alright, Duo. We're going to try this again." Quatre stepped into Duo's room, followed by Trowa carrying a bowl of soup.

Are you crazy? You could have killed yourself!

"Now we don't know that." Quatre motioned for Trowa to sit down in a chair next to the bed. Quatre sat on the bed on the other side. "Trowa? Make sure he eats all of it. Feed it to him if you have to."

I refuse to eat! Not if it could knock you unconscious again. Quatre grabbed hold of Duo's hand, and allowed himself to take the pain a little at a time, so he wouldn't be overwhelmed like last time.

"I'm not going to let go until you finish the soup. The more you fight, the longer I have to do this." Quatre winced as the first wave of pain hit him. The dull throb in his head was tolerable, but his chest was tight, making it difficult to breathe.

"Quatre?" Trowa stood up, ready to do something to help the blond boy.

"Stay there. I'm fine." When Trowa didn't sit down, Quatre forced himself to smile. "Really. Don't worry. Just sit down and relax."

Quatre, stop it.

"Ok, I think the pain should be bearable now. See what you can do." Quatre took slow, deep breaths. If he became stressed, he might not be able to control his kokoro no uuchu.

I don't know how! I'm trapped! Now cut it out!

"Quatre? What's going on?" Trowa looked down at Quatre's now shaking hand with concern.

"He's stuck. He can't figure out how to get out." The boy shook his head. "It's because I let go so quickly last time. It must have pushed him further back." Quatre let himself slip into Duo's mind a little further. He was determined to force Duo out.

What the hell are you doing now! You're shaking like mad!

"Almost…" Quatre was being hit almost full force by whatever had taken hold of Duo. His head felt like it was about to split open. At last, he could feel Duo's mind directly. All he had to do was figure out how to get him out.

Well, you did it alright. Are you happy now? Duo's intense anger spurred him to push out of his mind, ignoring what little of his pain was left.

"My god… he's moving…" Trowa leaned over Duo's body, watching as the boy's eyes moved toward him.

"soup… give… soup…" Duo hadn't found his way out completely yet. He didn't care how pathetic he looked. He just wanted to eat the damned soup and be done with it.

Quatre backed his mind up slightly, trying to spare his energy. The edges of his vision had begun to fade, and his breathing was becoming harsher. "Tell me when he's done." Duo struggled to sit up, and was grateful to feel Trowa's hand behind his back helping him. Once he was up, he reached out for the spoon, and hastily devoured the warm liquid, even though it made his head hurt more.

"I'm done. Now ease up." He leaned back against the bed, and turned his head toward Quatre. "Let go of me now."

"…working on it…" Quatre slowly backed off, trying to cause Duo as little pain as possible. He gasped in surprise as the connection was cut off, and he fell off the edge of the bed. He continued to lie on the floor, waiting for his vision to clear. He grinned when he saw Trowa leaning over him, with a very scared look on his face. "We did it."

And you're not doing it again! Trowa shook his head and helped Quatre to his feet. The blond boy winced when he heard two voices in his head at once.

"Are you alright?" The two voices created a painful echo inside his head, making him moan. "What's wrong?"

"Stop talking." Quatre shook his head a few times, then regained his composure. "When you two say the same thing at the same time, I hear an echo. It drives me nuts."

"Sorry."

Gomen! Quatre winced again, then hugged Trowa.

"Next time this will be a little easier, I think. Duo shouldn't be so far back."

Next time?!!? What do you mean 'next time'?!?!? Duo continued to yell at Quatre for being such a baka, but the blond pilot cut off his connection completely, then left the room with Trowa.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine. Really. Don't worry." Trowa smiled lightly, and kissed Quatre.

"Alright." Quatre smiled, and turned to head down the steps. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to help Heero do a little research. The sooner we find out what's wrong with Duo, the better."

To be continued…

Mel: *dusts hands off* There! Now that that's taken care of…

Kat: You and Sean can come over!

Mel: -_- You know? I just realized that I have more of this I could write….

Continued….

Midii sighed in exasperation as her alarm went off again. Her laptop was receiving two signals again. But this time, she wasn't allowed a visual or sound. Her laptop busily processed data, but not so much that it could hurt.

"You know what? I give up. If you want to send me two signals, go right ahead. I won't fight with you." As soon as the words left her mouth, she was left with a single signal. The blond girl let her head fall, hitting the desk. "Smart ass." She would have to look into the problem later. But first, she set a program to try to get control of the motors. If she could get movement, she would be able to get much more information.

To be continued… again

Mel: Uh oh… I'm finished this chapter… and that means…

Sean: Whut r u doing?

Mel: *sighs* Sean…

Sean: yea. you're done now

Mel: o.o Tasukete….