Lost Memories
By: Dibs

I do not own Gundam Wing! If I did, well, I'd be incredibly rich and would use that money to buy a better computer. Or I'd just move to Hawaii and hire my own secretary-type-person and wouldn't bother with computers at all. Either way, it's not mine and I have no money. Enjoy your reading!

Note: Apparently, italics do not work on ffn.net, so all thoughts will now be like this: //blah,// he thought

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Duo growled in anger. Deathscythe was getting continually hit with missiles. He saw Heero in Wing, taking on damage as well, but not as much as he was. //Guess they find me scarier,// he thought with a grin, //Now that's a first.// He laughed out loud. Can't let them find out they were wrong. His fingers flew across the control panel, executing moves practiced a thousand times in the simulator. More and more suits exploded. Duo was busy cutting one in half when something heavy smashed into the head of his Gundam. Warning lights started flashing all around the cockpit.

"Shit," Duo muttered, and with feeling. He typed in codes and passwords, trying to make the alarms stop.

"Attention, pilot, the vehicle is currently losing power," said a mechanical female voice, "Please land immediately and recharge."

"Yes, I know it's losing power!" Duo snapped as the voice repeated the message. He reached up and randomly tore out a handful of wires. The voice stopped in the middle of the third message.

"Much better," he sighed. The heavy thing that started all the alarms slammed into him again. He was thrown forward in the seat, only the heavy straps around his chest keeping him from slamming headfirst into the control panel.

"Gotta love them seat belts," Duo muttered, his nose inches away from the keyboard. He sat back up in time to register from his broken screens that the Gundam was flat on its face before the thing slammed into him again. The control panel groaned and started spitting out sparks angrily. Duo felt Deathscythe being flipped over before he was thrown back into the seat. He reached up to the control panel, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do.

The metal around him groaned and something snapped with an almost painful sound around the cockpit door. His eyes widened in panic as the door started to come off. A thin line of sunshine shone through. If the door came off, he was done for. The thing out there, whatever it was, could shoot right in, or grab him. He couldn't jump out. If anything, it would be more dangerous. The metal of the cockpit groaned again, and a piece of metal flew just past his head to embed itself in the strap over his left shoulder. The strap ripped with a loud sound. Duo's mind started racing. He finally reached up to his radio and twisted the knob to Heero's frequency.

"Pilot 01, come in," he said, "01, come in. I'm in deep shit. I don't know if I can make it back. Over." Heero didn't answer. The display screens around Duo suddenly went blank, and he was plunged into darkness before red warning lights came on. His fingers were still on the radio when it decided to spit sparks out. He cursed and yanked back his hand, sucking on a few fingers.

The door of the cockpit was ripped open with a horrible screeching sound of metal breaking, and sunlight flooded in, blinding the pilot inside. There was a mobile suit outside, staring down at him. It reached in and pulled out the entire seat. Duo clung to it for dear life. He looked around wildly, trying to find Wing Zero. It was still battling with five or six other suits, and looked to be pretty damaged. Maybe that was why Heero hadn't responded to the distress call. Duo jerked his head back around as the mobile suit holding his chair shook it from side to side. He was starting to get sick when the suit finally stopped, and clung to the chair, breathing hard and trying to convince his stomach that he still wanted his lunch. The suit seemed to be looking at him for a moment, assessing him.

//Just shoot me now, dammit,// Duo thought, still too nauseous to try and open his mouth. The suit shook him one more time for good measure, and then he was flying through the air. The suit had thrown the entire seat away from him, toward a grove of trees. Duo tried to curl into a small ball, gaining as much protection from the seat as he possibly could. When the seat had been thrown, it had turned around, so at least he was a little more protected. He tried to distribute his weight as evenly as possible, to keep the chair even.

The chair slammed into the ground, the impact making Duo's teeth rattle. It bounced up and landed again, on its side. Duo's entire left side hit the ground, scraping his arm. His head hit next, just above the temple. Distantly, he knew he was still moving, knew his life was still in danger, but he didn't care anymore. Black and gray spots swam across his vision. He blinked, and bright spots flashed before his eyes, red, blue, and yellow, before his world went black and he fell into unconsciousness.

THE END