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Dream Maker: Well folks, standard yada again. I do not own Gundam Wing. *sniffs* I wish I did but I don't. The G-boys and girls belong to their respectable owners. I am just using them for this twisted fic. I promise to return them, only slightly worse for the wear when we're through with them.
Christa: And this time we hopefully won't end so abruptly.
Dream Maker: This is my muse, Christa. And that was your fault! You wouldn't help me anymore and then I had to go to bed!
Christa: Moan and complain, moan and complain…
Dream Maker: *hits Christa over the head* When I get through with you that's all you'll be able to do!!!!
Christa: EEP! *runs away as quickly as her little mouse legs can carry her*
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"Duo, that's not very nice," Quatre reprimanded his friend.
"Nice? Nice?! You think this kid busting in here uninvited, nearly killing Rachide and then dropping Heero as if it took no more effort than killing a fly is nice? Quatre, wake up and smell the Java! He's here to kill you!"
"That's enough Duo. If he took Heero down that easy he'd have no trouble with the rest of us. If he was here to kill Quatre he'd have done it already," Trowa spoke up. "Besides, Quatre would know if he intended anything…." He trailed off for a moment, looking for the right words. He found them and continued, "He'd know if he intended anything hostile towards any of us. Right Quatre?"
Quatre nodded. He was able to tell who was feeling what anytime he wanted. "That's right Trowa." But in fact they were wrong. Quatre could only feel his friends in the room with him. When he reached out with his mind to see what Alex was feeling he couldn't even find the edges of his mind. It was as if he wasn't even there.
"Are you finished?" the boy inquired after a moment of silence settled over the room.
"Yes, now, will you answer me as to why you're here?"
Alex didn't speak for a moment, then he said, "I've come to ask for your help."
"My help?" Just then Rachide sat bolt upright on the couch and then jumped to his feet, quickly putting himself between Alex and Quatre.
"Master Quatre, get out of here!"
"Rachide, calm down. We're trying to have a polite conversation so sit down." The firmness in Quatre's voice made his sit meekly down on the couch. Quatre didn't show this side of himself to many people but you knew when you had to listen to him and when you didn't.
Rachide got up the nerve and spoke from his seat on the couch saying, "Master Quatre, this boy is dangerous. He got past Abdual and at least five other people without being seen once. Then he bursts into the house demanding to see you. I can't let just anyone in to see you and I tried to stop him but, well you saw what happened!"
"I told you that what I had to say to him couldn't be heard by anyone else and I told you I didn't want to hurt you but I would get in to see him," Alex said calmly.
"Then why did you attack me?"
"You tried to stop me. I didn't hurt you, I just put you to sleep for a short time."
"Rachide, stop arguing. Alex is my guest for now."
"But Master Quatre!"
"Rachide, you're dismissed for now." There was an icy edge to Quatre's voice that none of the young men had ever heard before. Quatre didn't want to hurt Rachide's feelings because he was a loyal friend but when someone called on him because they needed help he wasn't about to ignore that.
Rachide bowed stiffly when he got up and left. When he was gone all eyes in the room turned back to Alex.
"Why do you need my help?" Alex looked from him to the other men sitting in the room. His face was still as blank as ever. "They're trustworthy Alex. If I ask them to they wont say anything to anyone. Nothing will leave this room," Quatre assured him.
"It's not that. I'm trying to figure out how to tell you what needs to be said."
"Take your time," Quatre said, trying to be patient, but his patients for the day was wearing thin after having to deal with all the stuffed shirts he'd had to that day.
"We don't have time for me to worry about tact," Alex said, as if to himself. "Someone's out to kill Relena."
"NANI?!" Heero shouted, reverting to Japanese in his shock.
"Please Heero, don't be alarmed. The assassination attempt isn't until this Friday when the meeting resumes."
"How the hell do you know so much kid?" Duo yelled.
Heero was upon him in an instant. He grabbed Alex by the front of the shirt and dragged him to his feet, shaking him as he shouted, "Tell me everything you know kid. Tell me!" Alex didn't speak. Instead he calmly wretched Heero's hands off him and adjusted his shirt. Trowa and Wufei held Heero back from Alex as he stood there calmly looking at Quatre.
"Can you help me Quatre?"
"How did you learn about this?" Wufei said.
"You Preventers don't know everything. But how I came across the information is irrelevant."
"Not to me its not."
"Then you're going to have to keep on wondering." He locked his eyes with the Preventers for a heated moment until Wufei shuddered and looked away. Alex creeped him out.
"Why didn't you go strait to the Preventers with this information?" Quatre asked him.
"I couldn't. I don't trust them. You were the only one I could turn to."
"What about your parents? Couldn't they have said something?" Trowa asked, trying to think of all the options Alex had.
"I have no parents."
"What?" Quatre knew there were orphans but he never expected that they were so devastated in the homes that they turned out like this. "Then where do you live? What orphanage?"
"Did you live anywhere when you were Gundam pilots? I have no home nor want one. Not now anyway."
Quatre was about to ask more when a man came crashing through the window and emptied the clip in his gun in the time it took to crash in and get out. When Heero looked out the window he'd come though there was no trace of him ever being there besides the broken glass and the bullet holes in the walls.
"What the hell was that about?!" Duo exclaimed. He'd been hit in the shoulder. Alex took one look at him before he walked over and retrieved the sports bag he'd left sitting by the doors. He reached inside and drew out some bandages and a needle and thread. Then he moved in front of Duo and probed the wound with his fingers.
"What's going on in here?!" Rachide shouted as he burst through the doors. He took one look around the room and immediately knew what had taken place.
Alex looked up long enough to acknowledge Rachide before he rummaged though his bag again, and got out a pair of scissors-like claps.
"What are those for? AHH!!!!!!!" He cried as Alex carefully started to extract the bullet that was lodged in his shoulder. It came out with little difficulty but a lot of blood was flowing from Duo's shoulder. Heero had also been grazed by a bullet on the leg. Alex tossed him some cloth dressing to bandage the wound with and then set to work stitching Duo's closed and bandaging it also.
"Where the hell did you learn to do this?" Duo asked.
"You'd be surprised what you learn when you live where I have," He said to Duo, then he turned to face Quatre. "Now do you believe that Relena's going to be assassinated? You all have to get over to where the meeting is being held now. Guard her. Because if she's gone, then the rest of you will suffer miserably at the expense of all your loved ones, no matter how young."
"We'll go as soon as you're done with Duo." Quatre replied absently as he looked around the room at the bullet holes in the walls. He bent down and picked up one of the rounds that had been fired off and saw that the end had shattered. Upon a closer inspection, all but the one's that had hit Duo and Heero had.
"Why would someone try to kill Quatre after all he's done?" Trowa asked.
"They weren't after Quatre," Alex said. "They were after me."
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Dream Maker: Sorry it ended so abruptly again but I didn't know how to finish it and I have reviewers breathing down the back of my neck…
Christa: You at that right! *nervously looks over shoulder* Can we get this posted so they wont kill us?
Dream Maker: I think that's a good idea… Again, please read and review…..
Christa: No yelling… and we need three reviews at least before the next chapter is posted for any fics….
Dream Maker: Well folks, standard yada again. I do not own Gundam Wing. *sniffs* I wish I did but I don't. The G-boys and girls belong to their respectable owners. I am just using them for this twisted fic. I promise to return them, only slightly worse for the wear when we're through with them.
Christa: And this time we hopefully won't end so abruptly.
Dream Maker: This is my muse, Christa. And that was your fault! You wouldn't help me anymore and then I had to go to bed!
Christa: Moan and complain, moan and complain…
Dream Maker: *hits Christa over the head* When I get through with you that's all you'll be able to do!!!!
Christa: EEP! *runs away as quickly as her little mouse legs can carry her*
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"Duo, that's not very nice," Quatre reprimanded his friend.
"Nice? Nice?! You think this kid busting in here uninvited, nearly killing Rachide and then dropping Heero as if it took no more effort than killing a fly is nice? Quatre, wake up and smell the Java! He's here to kill you!"
"That's enough Duo. If he took Heero down that easy he'd have no trouble with the rest of us. If he was here to kill Quatre he'd have done it already," Trowa spoke up. "Besides, Quatre would know if he intended anything…." He trailed off for a moment, looking for the right words. He found them and continued, "He'd know if he intended anything hostile towards any of us. Right Quatre?"
Quatre nodded. He was able to tell who was feeling what anytime he wanted. "That's right Trowa." But in fact they were wrong. Quatre could only feel his friends in the room with him. When he reached out with his mind to see what Alex was feeling he couldn't even find the edges of his mind. It was as if he wasn't even there.
"Are you finished?" the boy inquired after a moment of silence settled over the room.
"Yes, now, will you answer me as to why you're here?"
Alex didn't speak for a moment, then he said, "I've come to ask for your help."
"My help?" Just then Rachide sat bolt upright on the couch and then jumped to his feet, quickly putting himself between Alex and Quatre.
"Master Quatre, get out of here!"
"Rachide, calm down. We're trying to have a polite conversation so sit down." The firmness in Quatre's voice made his sit meekly down on the couch. Quatre didn't show this side of himself to many people but you knew when you had to listen to him and when you didn't.
Rachide got up the nerve and spoke from his seat on the couch saying, "Master Quatre, this boy is dangerous. He got past Abdual and at least five other people without being seen once. Then he bursts into the house demanding to see you. I can't let just anyone in to see you and I tried to stop him but, well you saw what happened!"
"I told you that what I had to say to him couldn't be heard by anyone else and I told you I didn't want to hurt you but I would get in to see him," Alex said calmly.
"Then why did you attack me?"
"You tried to stop me. I didn't hurt you, I just put you to sleep for a short time."
"Rachide, stop arguing. Alex is my guest for now."
"But Master Quatre!"
"Rachide, you're dismissed for now." There was an icy edge to Quatre's voice that none of the young men had ever heard before. Quatre didn't want to hurt Rachide's feelings because he was a loyal friend but when someone called on him because they needed help he wasn't about to ignore that.
Rachide bowed stiffly when he got up and left. When he was gone all eyes in the room turned back to Alex.
"Why do you need my help?" Alex looked from him to the other men sitting in the room. His face was still as blank as ever. "They're trustworthy Alex. If I ask them to they wont say anything to anyone. Nothing will leave this room," Quatre assured him.
"It's not that. I'm trying to figure out how to tell you what needs to be said."
"Take your time," Quatre said, trying to be patient, but his patients for the day was wearing thin after having to deal with all the stuffed shirts he'd had to that day.
"We don't have time for me to worry about tact," Alex said, as if to himself. "Someone's out to kill Relena."
"NANI?!" Heero shouted, reverting to Japanese in his shock.
"Please Heero, don't be alarmed. The assassination attempt isn't until this Friday when the meeting resumes."
"How the hell do you know so much kid?" Duo yelled.
Heero was upon him in an instant. He grabbed Alex by the front of the shirt and dragged him to his feet, shaking him as he shouted, "Tell me everything you know kid. Tell me!" Alex didn't speak. Instead he calmly wretched Heero's hands off him and adjusted his shirt. Trowa and Wufei held Heero back from Alex as he stood there calmly looking at Quatre.
"Can you help me Quatre?"
"How did you learn about this?" Wufei said.
"You Preventers don't know everything. But how I came across the information is irrelevant."
"Not to me its not."
"Then you're going to have to keep on wondering." He locked his eyes with the Preventers for a heated moment until Wufei shuddered and looked away. Alex creeped him out.
"Why didn't you go strait to the Preventers with this information?" Quatre asked him.
"I couldn't. I don't trust them. You were the only one I could turn to."
"What about your parents? Couldn't they have said something?" Trowa asked, trying to think of all the options Alex had.
"I have no parents."
"What?" Quatre knew there were orphans but he never expected that they were so devastated in the homes that they turned out like this. "Then where do you live? What orphanage?"
"Did you live anywhere when you were Gundam pilots? I have no home nor want one. Not now anyway."
Quatre was about to ask more when a man came crashing through the window and emptied the clip in his gun in the time it took to crash in and get out. When Heero looked out the window he'd come though there was no trace of him ever being there besides the broken glass and the bullet holes in the walls.
"What the hell was that about?!" Duo exclaimed. He'd been hit in the shoulder. Alex took one look at him before he walked over and retrieved the sports bag he'd left sitting by the doors. He reached inside and drew out some bandages and a needle and thread. Then he moved in front of Duo and probed the wound with his fingers.
"What's going on in here?!" Rachide shouted as he burst through the doors. He took one look around the room and immediately knew what had taken place.
Alex looked up long enough to acknowledge Rachide before he rummaged though his bag again, and got out a pair of scissors-like claps.
"What are those for? AHH!!!!!!!" He cried as Alex carefully started to extract the bullet that was lodged in his shoulder. It came out with little difficulty but a lot of blood was flowing from Duo's shoulder. Heero had also been grazed by a bullet on the leg. Alex tossed him some cloth dressing to bandage the wound with and then set to work stitching Duo's closed and bandaging it also.
"Where the hell did you learn to do this?" Duo asked.
"You'd be surprised what you learn when you live where I have," He said to Duo, then he turned to face Quatre. "Now do you believe that Relena's going to be assassinated? You all have to get over to where the meeting is being held now. Guard her. Because if she's gone, then the rest of you will suffer miserably at the expense of all your loved ones, no matter how young."
"We'll go as soon as you're done with Duo." Quatre replied absently as he looked around the room at the bullet holes in the walls. He bent down and picked up one of the rounds that had been fired off and saw that the end had shattered. Upon a closer inspection, all but the one's that had hit Duo and Heero had.
"Why would someone try to kill Quatre after all he's done?" Trowa asked.
"They weren't after Quatre," Alex said. "They were after me."
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Dream Maker: Sorry it ended so abruptly again but I didn't know how to finish it and I have reviewers breathing down the back of my neck…
Christa: You at that right! *nervously looks over shoulder* Can we get this posted so they wont kill us?
Dream Maker: I think that's a good idea… Again, please read and review…..
Christa: No yelling… and we need three reviews at least before the next chapter is posted for any fics….
