Author: Tori Sakana
Summary: If you could see the future, what would you do? Would you start a war to save your friends? Or let them die to win peace? When all the paths lie in shadow, Heero must make a terrible choice...
Warnings: blood, violence, POV
Time frame: Five years after Endless Waltz...no, this isn't an AU.
Pairings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters or plot or anything. Zero's personality belongs to me, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing...
The end is near...
Sorry it took so long to update, it's the end of year crunch time for me.
Now, on to the fic!
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Nexus
Part 4: A Path Through Shadow
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God, I'm really starting to hate this room.
Not just a mild sort of I-hope-I-never-set-foot-in-this-godforsaken-place- again sort of hate, but full-out I'm-going-to-blow-it-up-tomorrow hate.
Luckily, the ordeal is about to reach its end.
We're all in position, 'locked and loaded' as Duo so cheerfully put it, ready and waiting for the attack we know is coming.
Everything depends on us. Our lives, the lives of everyone in this room, the fate of our world.
*No pressure!*
*Not now, Zero. I'm a little busy right now.*
*Too busy to talk to an old friend?*
*I don't have any old friends.*
*That's because you're an antisocial jerk.*
*Do you have anything of value to add, or are you just wasting my time?*
*That depends, would you be interested in knowing about the new path I can see?*
*What?! What is it? What does it show?*
*I can't tell you. All I can say is that you must be careful. A thousand possibilities meet here. Nothing's certain.*
I can see what Zero means. There's a twisted mass of potential writhing in an imaginary breeze. Indistinguishable and inseparable, the paths are now hopelessly tangled. There's no way to choose any one path or even tell them apart.
Well, shit.
I signal to Duo, who appears next to me quickly and quietly without taking his eyes off the door.
"What's up?"
"Change of plan." Hurriedly I fill Duo in. "It looks like a plate of spaghetti out there; I can't even see five minutes ahead. So you guys are on your own."
"Damn. Any suggestions?"
"Pray."
"Can do. See ya later." Duo vanishes to inform the others, and I'm alone again.
I watch the clock slide towards midnight. Still no sign of our unwelcome visitors. I find myself wondering again how the terrorists got in at all. The doors are guarded with armed Preventors agents, and the windows are too high for an unobtrusive entrance.
If we don't know how they got in, we lose an important advantage. They can take us by surprise.
The clock strikes midnight.
As the low, deep tones of the bells toll the hour, a dozen party guests throw off their heavy dark coats and jackets to reveal the rebel uniforms.
Figures.
********
Wufei appears to be having a nervous breakdown.
He spent the last half hour staking out the northern door, on the lookout for the terrorist gatecrashers, only to have them pop up under his nose.
If looks could kill, there wouldn't be anything left of me for the terrorists.
I just shrug my shoulders and gesture to the intruders. Go on, Wufei, it was your idea to arrest them as soon as they walk in.
"Freeze, Preventors!"
Looks like Wufei's willing to work with what he's given.
"Preventors! Drop your weapons!"
It also appears that Duo and the others are pitching in. They've blocked off the other three doors and stopped the terrorists from surrounding us.
One vast tangle of paths fades from view. Now the future looks less like spaghetti and more like the New Jersey turnpike. Seems our idiotic plan is actually working.
The gatecrashers have all dropped their weapons and gathered near the north end, due to the friendly encouragement of three angry ex-pilots.
At the northern entrance, however, Wufei is having a harder time. There are a half-dozen armed rebels facing him who are well aware that they have him both outnumbered and outgunned.
By now, the agents in the crowd have realized something's wrong. They're forming a protective circle around the intruders. But this is a party; most of them are unarmed. The rest have only light weapons that are no match for the automatic high-powered assault rifles of the rebels.
Still, at least now Wufei isn't alone. And I can see Quatre, Trowa, and Duo sneaking around to surround the terrorists and guard the exit.
The paths are growing fewer and fewer. I can almost see...the shadows are retreating...and one path is becoming clearer and stronger. That must be the most likely outcome as of this moment. I can almost see...
"Duo! Stop him! NOW!!" I shout even as the image clears.
"Wha? Oh!" No matter how idiotic Duo may seem at times, his reflexes are deadly accurate and lightning fast. Quicker than the eye can follow, he darts into the armed crowd and reached the rebel leader, bringing his pistol to bear nearly touching the back of his head just as the taller man made a grab for the extra gun in his shoulder holster.
The paths are swirling in front of my eyes, but many of them are horribly similar...or at least similar enough for me to see the pattern. I step forward out of the crowd and level my own gun at the enemy leader.
"Drop your weapons. All of them." I can see all the paths where this guy makes a move, which means I know exactly what he's hiding and where.
"You heard him. Do it." Duo prods him in the back with his gun.
With a glare that almost equals mine, the leader pulls out three guns and a knife from various hiding places in his clothing. About half the paths disappear.
"And don't forget that extra knife in your boot or the two guns you've got in that hidden pocket." I add with an evil grin.
Now he looks a little angry and a little scared as he divests himself of the rest of his arsenal. The rest of those terrible paths vanish into oblivion, leaving my view clear once again.
I breathe a sigh of relief. For now, the strongest future shows the rebel surrender.
Since Duo is right in the middle of things already, Wufei tosses him the pair of handcuffs instead of wading into the crowd and presenting the captives with another target. Duo steps up to the leader and holsters his gun, freeing his hands so he can cuff the intruder.
As soon as his hand leaves the pistol, a drowning blackness falls over my eyes and the paths vanish. I raise my hand and open my mouth to warn Duo when the future reappears, writhing and twisting nauseatingly.
*Zero what's happen--*
A piercing pain stabs through my mind.
The light vanishes, taking the air with it.
Darkness.
********
An empty silence.
*Zero, are you there? Zero?*
Nothing.
*Answer me! I know you can hear me!*
Still nothing. For the first time in six years, I'm alone.
This place is empty. I must be unconscious - assuming I'm even still alive - and this emptiness must be somewhere deep inside my mind. This is the hole where the future used to be.
Before it exploded.
The blackness is turning gray now, giving way to a dim and unfocused image. Is this one of the paths? Or is it the events going on around me right now?
The image clears. Still dim and fuzzy, but now it's like watching a video over a bad com connection.
It's this stupid ballroom, frozen at the moment I left. Duo's hand is paused midway between the gun and the leader. Everyone else is waiting tensely.
Nothing happens. The image remains frozen and unmoving.
Perhaps it's waiting for something.
I idly examine the scene as closely as possible, checking weapons and locations. Suddenly a tiny glint of light catches my eye - the reflection off a cuff link as the leader raises his arm. He's going to try to-
Fast forward, the image springs to life. The rebel spins, catching Duo a glancing blow but using the distraction to grab the gun from Duo's holster. Everyone starts firing at once, with Duo and the leader first to fall.
This has to be some shadowed path we can avoid. This can't be the present. I won't let it!
The image resets. Once again, I'm watching the still scene of the ballroom. Then another sudden start, but this time is different. I see myself shout a warning and Duo stops the man from taking his gun. Another fast-forward gun battle ensues, with similar results.
Reset. Replay. A different future. Reset. Replay. And another. Over and over a thousand different paths act themselves out in front of my eyes in fast-forward like a broken movie reel.
They've gotten so fast that I can't even follow the action. I can't even tell when they reset to the beginning again. There are too many, I can't see, I can't choose, how am I supposed to be able to do anything in this fog of possibility? I can't do it, we're all going to die and all my visions will be in vain. All these miniature movies end in death anyway.
Except one.
This time, the vision moves differently. Instead of fast-forward motion, it is just a series of snippets, no more than a moment each. In this vision, the gunfight does not end in death for any of us.
Instead, it ends in defeat.
Snatches of images flutter and die out. Duo and Trowa running from government police. Wufei and Quatre hidden in the darkness of a prison cell. A botched rescue/escape attempt that leaves Duo and Quatre dead and Trowa in prison with Wufei. Relena, forced to reassure the people and to act as figurehead.
Myself. In a coma under armed guard at a government hospital. A hostage for the good behavior of Relena, Lady Une, and the others. Deliberately kept a vegetable to prevent resistance.
And a few years down the line, war breaks out again. This time, there are no Gundam pilots to stop it. This time, the pacifist leaders join the rebellion.
There are no paths leading out of that shadow.
Yet again, I am faced with a choice: death or defeat.
But this time, the choice is easy.
Unfortunately, I am not in any condition to act on my decision. I still can't hear or see the ballroom; I have no idea which if any of these paths has been followed. Am I unconscious? Am I dead? Am I even going to have a chance to change the future?
And where the hell is Zero?
I wish I knew what was happening...
*Your wish is my command.*
Zero?
The world returns.
******
It's dark.
"Heero? Heero, can you hear me? Wake up!"
That's Duo...he's alive...
"Is he hurt?"
And Quatre...
"I don't think so. He doesn't appear to be injured."
Sally...if she's looking after me that means no one else is injured.
"But why did he just fall down like that? And why won't he wake up?"
It's not like I'm not trying, Quatre. It's just rather difficult to concentrate right now...
"Yuy! I know you can hear me! Get up now!"
"Ouch! Dammit Wufei, that hurt!" I sit up, rubbing my reddened cheek angrily. "That was uncalled for."
"Heero!" Duo grabs me and squeezes me until I can barely breathe. "You're awake!"
"I noticed." I extract myself from his grip and look around. Kneeling on the ground beside me are Quatre, Wufei, and Sally. Relena is calmly directing the guests to the exit with her usual charm and courage. I catch her eye and she sends me a relieved smile before turning back to her people. Everyone's here except--
"Wait, where's Trowa?" I look around, suddenly apprehensive. He can't have been hurt, no one seems upset-
"Relax, Heero. He's helping Lady Une and her Preventors ship the bad guys off to prison. He's fine. Everyone's fine." Duo's already impossibly wide grin gets even wider. "We won."
We won. We did it. Our impossibly stupid insane suicidal plan actually worked.
We actually changed the future.
Holy shit.
I just sit there on the ground, staring at the wall. I'm sure I have quite a silly expression on my face, but I frankly don't care right now. Not enough to make the effort to hide the elation I feel.
"Yo, you gonna sit there all night?"
I look up to see Duo standing over me, offering his hand to help me up. The others are all already on their feet, looking down at me with fond looks and knowing smiles. I return his grin with a small smile of my own and take his hand.
Then his smile vanishes and he groans in exasperation. "Aw, man, here comes the Colonel."
Duo has never given up calling Lady Une by her official rank. It drives her up the wall whenever she is forced to call on us for a mission.
At the moment, 'The Colonel' seems far more appropriate.
The formidable former soldier is bearing down on us, glaring with all her might through dainty round glasses. Despite the evening dress and the rose in her hair, she is still intimidating. Especially since she looks _pissed_.
"Would one of you gentleman like to explain WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Her glare would have set fire to lesser men. But she forgot who she is dealing with; Duo doesn't scare easy.
"Explain what?" He gives her his best innocent look and she doesn't buy it for a minute.
"Explain that you seemed to know these rebels were going to crash the party and you DIDN'T BOTHER TELLING ME!! Did you seriously think you could handle this on your own? Are you crazy?"
"We didn't know until a little while after we got here," Quatre protests in our defense.
"Then how the hell did you figure it out and why didn't you TELL ME?" Lady Une is clearly furious but trying unsuccessfully to maintain her calm while she finds out the truth.
I can't think of a good excuse. There's nothing we can say that she won't question and we don't have any proof to come up with a decent explanation. But there's no way she'll ever believe us if we don't come up with something and fast...
Then Duo decides to tell her the truth.
"Well, it all started cuz Heero can see the future but he didn't get the visions until we were actually in the room and-"
I'm going to kill him.
If Lady Une doesn't get him first.
At the moment she's listening patiently to his hand-waving explanation of our miraculous feat of daring, bravery, and resourcefulness.
I don't want to be here when she gives him a lecture on responsibility, caution, and stupidity.
Before I can casually sidle away, Lady Une fixes me with a stare that quite clearly says 'I'll be dealing with you next.'
I sigh and wait my turn to die.
Standing here watching my friends, whom I had thought lost barely ten minutes before, I can't help but smile. It's strange really. Despite the fact that I'm about to be torn a new one by our illustrious leader, I wouldn't trade this for the world.
The last hour has made absolutely no sense. It has been confusing and extremely dangerous. Only myself and the other pilots stood in the way of a terrible future, and we had no clue what we were doing. We had nothing to rely on but each other and our own skills.
It was a nerve-racking and intense ordeal.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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End Part 4
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Hey, it's not over yet! Tune in next time to see if Heero ever works out what the heck is going on. Only one more part to go, but please stick with me!
Summary: If you could see the future, what would you do? Would you start a war to save your friends? Or let them die to win peace? When all the paths lie in shadow, Heero must make a terrible choice...
Warnings: blood, violence, POV
Time frame: Five years after Endless Waltz...no, this isn't an AU.
Pairings: none
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters or plot or anything. Zero's personality belongs to me, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing...
The end is near...
Sorry it took so long to update, it's the end of year crunch time for me.
Now, on to the fic!
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Nexus
Part 4: A Path Through Shadow
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God, I'm really starting to hate this room.
Not just a mild sort of I-hope-I-never-set-foot-in-this-godforsaken-place- again sort of hate, but full-out I'm-going-to-blow-it-up-tomorrow hate.
Luckily, the ordeal is about to reach its end.
We're all in position, 'locked and loaded' as Duo so cheerfully put it, ready and waiting for the attack we know is coming.
Everything depends on us. Our lives, the lives of everyone in this room, the fate of our world.
*No pressure!*
*Not now, Zero. I'm a little busy right now.*
*Too busy to talk to an old friend?*
*I don't have any old friends.*
*That's because you're an antisocial jerk.*
*Do you have anything of value to add, or are you just wasting my time?*
*That depends, would you be interested in knowing about the new path I can see?*
*What?! What is it? What does it show?*
*I can't tell you. All I can say is that you must be careful. A thousand possibilities meet here. Nothing's certain.*
I can see what Zero means. There's a twisted mass of potential writhing in an imaginary breeze. Indistinguishable and inseparable, the paths are now hopelessly tangled. There's no way to choose any one path or even tell them apart.
Well, shit.
I signal to Duo, who appears next to me quickly and quietly without taking his eyes off the door.
"What's up?"
"Change of plan." Hurriedly I fill Duo in. "It looks like a plate of spaghetti out there; I can't even see five minutes ahead. So you guys are on your own."
"Damn. Any suggestions?"
"Pray."
"Can do. See ya later." Duo vanishes to inform the others, and I'm alone again.
I watch the clock slide towards midnight. Still no sign of our unwelcome visitors. I find myself wondering again how the terrorists got in at all. The doors are guarded with armed Preventors agents, and the windows are too high for an unobtrusive entrance.
If we don't know how they got in, we lose an important advantage. They can take us by surprise.
The clock strikes midnight.
As the low, deep tones of the bells toll the hour, a dozen party guests throw off their heavy dark coats and jackets to reveal the rebel uniforms.
Figures.
********
Wufei appears to be having a nervous breakdown.
He spent the last half hour staking out the northern door, on the lookout for the terrorist gatecrashers, only to have them pop up under his nose.
If looks could kill, there wouldn't be anything left of me for the terrorists.
I just shrug my shoulders and gesture to the intruders. Go on, Wufei, it was your idea to arrest them as soon as they walk in.
"Freeze, Preventors!"
Looks like Wufei's willing to work with what he's given.
"Preventors! Drop your weapons!"
It also appears that Duo and the others are pitching in. They've blocked off the other three doors and stopped the terrorists from surrounding us.
One vast tangle of paths fades from view. Now the future looks less like spaghetti and more like the New Jersey turnpike. Seems our idiotic plan is actually working.
The gatecrashers have all dropped their weapons and gathered near the north end, due to the friendly encouragement of three angry ex-pilots.
At the northern entrance, however, Wufei is having a harder time. There are a half-dozen armed rebels facing him who are well aware that they have him both outnumbered and outgunned.
By now, the agents in the crowd have realized something's wrong. They're forming a protective circle around the intruders. But this is a party; most of them are unarmed. The rest have only light weapons that are no match for the automatic high-powered assault rifles of the rebels.
Still, at least now Wufei isn't alone. And I can see Quatre, Trowa, and Duo sneaking around to surround the terrorists and guard the exit.
The paths are growing fewer and fewer. I can almost see...the shadows are retreating...and one path is becoming clearer and stronger. That must be the most likely outcome as of this moment. I can almost see...
"Duo! Stop him! NOW!!" I shout even as the image clears.
"Wha? Oh!" No matter how idiotic Duo may seem at times, his reflexes are deadly accurate and lightning fast. Quicker than the eye can follow, he darts into the armed crowd and reached the rebel leader, bringing his pistol to bear nearly touching the back of his head just as the taller man made a grab for the extra gun in his shoulder holster.
The paths are swirling in front of my eyes, but many of them are horribly similar...or at least similar enough for me to see the pattern. I step forward out of the crowd and level my own gun at the enemy leader.
"Drop your weapons. All of them." I can see all the paths where this guy makes a move, which means I know exactly what he's hiding and where.
"You heard him. Do it." Duo prods him in the back with his gun.
With a glare that almost equals mine, the leader pulls out three guns and a knife from various hiding places in his clothing. About half the paths disappear.
"And don't forget that extra knife in your boot or the two guns you've got in that hidden pocket." I add with an evil grin.
Now he looks a little angry and a little scared as he divests himself of the rest of his arsenal. The rest of those terrible paths vanish into oblivion, leaving my view clear once again.
I breathe a sigh of relief. For now, the strongest future shows the rebel surrender.
Since Duo is right in the middle of things already, Wufei tosses him the pair of handcuffs instead of wading into the crowd and presenting the captives with another target. Duo steps up to the leader and holsters his gun, freeing his hands so he can cuff the intruder.
As soon as his hand leaves the pistol, a drowning blackness falls over my eyes and the paths vanish. I raise my hand and open my mouth to warn Duo when the future reappears, writhing and twisting nauseatingly.
*Zero what's happen--*
A piercing pain stabs through my mind.
The light vanishes, taking the air with it.
Darkness.
********
An empty silence.
*Zero, are you there? Zero?*
Nothing.
*Answer me! I know you can hear me!*
Still nothing. For the first time in six years, I'm alone.
This place is empty. I must be unconscious - assuming I'm even still alive - and this emptiness must be somewhere deep inside my mind. This is the hole where the future used to be.
Before it exploded.
The blackness is turning gray now, giving way to a dim and unfocused image. Is this one of the paths? Or is it the events going on around me right now?
The image clears. Still dim and fuzzy, but now it's like watching a video over a bad com connection.
It's this stupid ballroom, frozen at the moment I left. Duo's hand is paused midway between the gun and the leader. Everyone else is waiting tensely.
Nothing happens. The image remains frozen and unmoving.
Perhaps it's waiting for something.
I idly examine the scene as closely as possible, checking weapons and locations. Suddenly a tiny glint of light catches my eye - the reflection off a cuff link as the leader raises his arm. He's going to try to-
Fast forward, the image springs to life. The rebel spins, catching Duo a glancing blow but using the distraction to grab the gun from Duo's holster. Everyone starts firing at once, with Duo and the leader first to fall.
This has to be some shadowed path we can avoid. This can't be the present. I won't let it!
The image resets. Once again, I'm watching the still scene of the ballroom. Then another sudden start, but this time is different. I see myself shout a warning and Duo stops the man from taking his gun. Another fast-forward gun battle ensues, with similar results.
Reset. Replay. A different future. Reset. Replay. And another. Over and over a thousand different paths act themselves out in front of my eyes in fast-forward like a broken movie reel.
They've gotten so fast that I can't even follow the action. I can't even tell when they reset to the beginning again. There are too many, I can't see, I can't choose, how am I supposed to be able to do anything in this fog of possibility? I can't do it, we're all going to die and all my visions will be in vain. All these miniature movies end in death anyway.
Except one.
This time, the vision moves differently. Instead of fast-forward motion, it is just a series of snippets, no more than a moment each. In this vision, the gunfight does not end in death for any of us.
Instead, it ends in defeat.
Snatches of images flutter and die out. Duo and Trowa running from government police. Wufei and Quatre hidden in the darkness of a prison cell. A botched rescue/escape attempt that leaves Duo and Quatre dead and Trowa in prison with Wufei. Relena, forced to reassure the people and to act as figurehead.
Myself. In a coma under armed guard at a government hospital. A hostage for the good behavior of Relena, Lady Une, and the others. Deliberately kept a vegetable to prevent resistance.
And a few years down the line, war breaks out again. This time, there are no Gundam pilots to stop it. This time, the pacifist leaders join the rebellion.
There are no paths leading out of that shadow.
Yet again, I am faced with a choice: death or defeat.
But this time, the choice is easy.
Unfortunately, I am not in any condition to act on my decision. I still can't hear or see the ballroom; I have no idea which if any of these paths has been followed. Am I unconscious? Am I dead? Am I even going to have a chance to change the future?
And where the hell is Zero?
I wish I knew what was happening...
*Your wish is my command.*
Zero?
The world returns.
******
It's dark.
"Heero? Heero, can you hear me? Wake up!"
That's Duo...he's alive...
"Is he hurt?"
And Quatre...
"I don't think so. He doesn't appear to be injured."
Sally...if she's looking after me that means no one else is injured.
"But why did he just fall down like that? And why won't he wake up?"
It's not like I'm not trying, Quatre. It's just rather difficult to concentrate right now...
"Yuy! I know you can hear me! Get up now!"
"Ouch! Dammit Wufei, that hurt!" I sit up, rubbing my reddened cheek angrily. "That was uncalled for."
"Heero!" Duo grabs me and squeezes me until I can barely breathe. "You're awake!"
"I noticed." I extract myself from his grip and look around. Kneeling on the ground beside me are Quatre, Wufei, and Sally. Relena is calmly directing the guests to the exit with her usual charm and courage. I catch her eye and she sends me a relieved smile before turning back to her people. Everyone's here except--
"Wait, where's Trowa?" I look around, suddenly apprehensive. He can't have been hurt, no one seems upset-
"Relax, Heero. He's helping Lady Une and her Preventors ship the bad guys off to prison. He's fine. Everyone's fine." Duo's already impossibly wide grin gets even wider. "We won."
We won. We did it. Our impossibly stupid insane suicidal plan actually worked.
We actually changed the future.
Holy shit.
I just sit there on the ground, staring at the wall. I'm sure I have quite a silly expression on my face, but I frankly don't care right now. Not enough to make the effort to hide the elation I feel.
"Yo, you gonna sit there all night?"
I look up to see Duo standing over me, offering his hand to help me up. The others are all already on their feet, looking down at me with fond looks and knowing smiles. I return his grin with a small smile of my own and take his hand.
Then his smile vanishes and he groans in exasperation. "Aw, man, here comes the Colonel."
Duo has never given up calling Lady Une by her official rank. It drives her up the wall whenever she is forced to call on us for a mission.
At the moment, 'The Colonel' seems far more appropriate.
The formidable former soldier is bearing down on us, glaring with all her might through dainty round glasses. Despite the evening dress and the rose in her hair, she is still intimidating. Especially since she looks _pissed_.
"Would one of you gentleman like to explain WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Her glare would have set fire to lesser men. But she forgot who she is dealing with; Duo doesn't scare easy.
"Explain what?" He gives her his best innocent look and she doesn't buy it for a minute.
"Explain that you seemed to know these rebels were going to crash the party and you DIDN'T BOTHER TELLING ME!! Did you seriously think you could handle this on your own? Are you crazy?"
"We didn't know until a little while after we got here," Quatre protests in our defense.
"Then how the hell did you figure it out and why didn't you TELL ME?" Lady Une is clearly furious but trying unsuccessfully to maintain her calm while she finds out the truth.
I can't think of a good excuse. There's nothing we can say that she won't question and we don't have any proof to come up with a decent explanation. But there's no way she'll ever believe us if we don't come up with something and fast...
Then Duo decides to tell her the truth.
"Well, it all started cuz Heero can see the future but he didn't get the visions until we were actually in the room and-"
I'm going to kill him.
If Lady Une doesn't get him first.
At the moment she's listening patiently to his hand-waving explanation of our miraculous feat of daring, bravery, and resourcefulness.
I don't want to be here when she gives him a lecture on responsibility, caution, and stupidity.
Before I can casually sidle away, Lady Une fixes me with a stare that quite clearly says 'I'll be dealing with you next.'
I sigh and wait my turn to die.
Standing here watching my friends, whom I had thought lost barely ten minutes before, I can't help but smile. It's strange really. Despite the fact that I'm about to be torn a new one by our illustrious leader, I wouldn't trade this for the world.
The last hour has made absolutely no sense. It has been confusing and extremely dangerous. Only myself and the other pilots stood in the way of a terrible future, and we had no clue what we were doing. We had nothing to rely on but each other and our own skills.
It was a nerve-racking and intense ordeal.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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End Part 4
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Hey, it's not over yet! Tune in next time to see if Heero ever works out what the heck is going on. Only one more part to go, but please stick with me!
