Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Wrong Turn, or any company products I may mention. (I really don't know if I have to disclaim that, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.)

Warnings: No yaoi, and the story I'm writing is just based off of the movie, it wont be exactly the same because I just saw it last night and cant really remember it all anyways. Plus I thought I'd give it my own kind of twist. Haha.

********************************************************** Wrong Turn

Chapter 2

Heero Yuy sat in the front seat of his blue Cadillac. It wasn't his favorite kind of car, or even a kind he liked for that matter, but it was all he could afford at the time. He had been driving through West Virginia, looking for a good vacationing spot where he could get away from work, love and life. He had been longing for a secluded place where no one could ever disturb him, especially is ex girlfriend, Mari. But unfortunately, he had gotten a call at his last hotel from his boss telling him that if he didn't return for this assignment he would be fired. And with his financial situations as they were, he couldn't afford that.

So now he was driving through West Virginia, looking for the express way to get to the airport. He was on a backroad right now, paved, but still used very little. There was no traffic and he hadn't seen another car for 12 miles. Soon though, he came to a gas station up the road.

It was a small station, with only two pumps for gasoline and one for diesel. He pulled over and walked up to the old man sitting in a rocking chair before the building. He was a greasy looking old man with brown hair that was already falling out. He had wrinkles everywhere and baggies under his eyes. He was covered in grease or oil from head to toe and his faded blue overalls were ragged and tearing. And it looked like he had dripped his lunch on his white tee shirt.

"Excuse me sir," Heero started. He cleared his throat and looked at the man. The old man just stared at him with small tired looking eyes, giving Heero a strange feeling about him. "You wouldn't happen to have a phone here would you?"

The man tilted his head slightly to the left, in the direction of a wooden telephone box. Heero walked over to it and picked up the receiver. He hadn't really wanted to make a call, he had wanted to buy a snack or a drink, but when he had seen the way the old man looked, he questioned how the food would be and decided against it.

Heero stood there for a minute, not knowing whom to call. He looked around slightly and saw a sign next to the Ice cooler. "ROAD BLOCKED, 31 MILES NORTH." Heero looked at the huge post and noted that that was before the exit onto the expressway. Now he knew whom to call. He dialed his boss's number to tell her he was going to be late due to a traffic problem. But instead of getting his boss he got the operator telling him his call could not be completed. He hung up and looked at the old man.

"I think your phone is broken." He said to him. The old man just looked at him.

"Long distance." That's all he said. Heero was confused, but let it go. He looked at the giant map next to the post. He saw the road he was on now and the expressway, then he saw a small dotted line connecting the two, down another path.

"Does this road connect to the expressway?" Heero asked. The old man just shrugged.

"If you say so."

"Alright" Heero said as he walked back to his car. "Thank you, you take care."

He started his car and drove down the road.

"Its yawl that's gunna need to take care, boy." The old man murmured to himself. Then he started rocking in his chair again.