A/N: I've decided to give another GW fic a go, simply because I love the G-
boys as much as the next fangirl and this fic decided it wanted to be
written! Shounen-ai warning for those that need it...
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the G-boys – the world is a cruel, cruel place. I also do not own Robert Frost's poem, so please don't sue me!
Nothing Gold Can Stay – Chapter 1
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay." – Robert Frost
"Quatre..." A hoarse whisper escaped the teens throat, as he stared at the whitewashed ceiling of the hospital. Green eyes glazed with tears as he fought back memories, memories of that night, the night that everything changed. It had all started when -
Duo had walked into the room, his braid swinging behind him like a freewheeling whip that cracked with the American's bouncy energy. The black school blazer hurled across the room to land half-hearted upon a still unmade bed where it teetered for a moment before slumping onto the floor in a heap. Seeming not to notice the Deathscythe pilot wrestled with the knot of his tie for a moment before wrenching the green, yellow and red striped abomination from his neck and sending it in the general direction of the blazer. It ended up sprawled over the bed-head.
Slumping into a nearby desk chair the brunette lazily swiveled the chair around with his foot as he undone the first two buttons of his white shirt. He grinned loopily when he spotted the other teen standing in the corner,
"Hey Heero, I didn't even know you were in here yet!"
The 'Perfect Soldier' had pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and plucked a few neatly papers from his blazer pocket before crossing the room to present two of them to the other youth,
"I thought you might like to know about this. I found it...mildly interesting, to say the least and thought you and the others might like to take a look."
Duo slowly cocked one eyebrow before accepting the papers and unfolding them with a rustle. The dorm room door had swung open and the two teens looked up quickly, only to see a blond walk in with a smile as he called over his shoulder,
"I'm just seeing if Odin's got the math notes! I'll join you guys in a little while!"
The blond then casually closed the door behind him and with a cordial smile that reached his aquamarine eyes greeted them warmly,
"Hey guys!" Then turning down his volume a little he continued, "What's the important meeting about?"
Duo chuckled and cut Heero off, saying,
"'Odin' think's he's found something we might all want to take a look at."
Quatre may have let Duo's playful sarcasm slide with a laugh but the Wing pilot flicked his navy eyes at the American in a brief glare before holding out the papers for Quatre to look at, saying,
"I found it interesting, tell me what you think."
Quatre smiled and took the papers. He started to unfold them as Duo dropped his violet eyes to look at his own, a smirk tweaking the corners of his lips. The door clicked closed and Quatre whirled around, holding the papers close to his chest, light eyes alarmed before he saw who it was. Duo looked up startled, violet eyes snapping to attention, a note of seriousness fleeting across their playful depths. Heero didn't move, his eyes and had been on the door since the handle had begun to move. No matter how skilled the Heavyarms pilot was, there was no way in hell he could stop the, as Duo referred to them, "el cheapo" doors from sticking a little before they opened. The Wing pilot handed the taller youth the papers wordlessly, the eye contact telling all. Trowa took them with a brief nod.
"Trowa you scared me! I didn't even hear you open the door."
The blond pilot's emotive face watched the taller youth with it's angelic seeming innocence. Trowa flicked his green eyes at the smaller pilot and replied in his quiet, dulcet tone,
"This meeting was supposed to be kept a secret, I wasn't about to break the door down."
The blond's laughter rang through the room, a merry sound for such a serious occasion. Duo snorted and commented dryly,
"Breaking down someone's door seems like standard practice in this school! Did you see the main hall doors?! I wish I'd thought of it – but before you say anything! I totally realise how much unnecessary attention it would bring me!"
Violet eyes had locked on navy blues across the room and a teasing grin played across the American's handsome face. The incident he was referring to was a prank some Juniors had pulled the night before or setting firecrackers along the hinges of the main door – just to see what would happen.
Clear green eyes had taken in the room and he commented quietly,
"No WuFei?"
There was a slight clatter in the bathroom and all four pilots tensed for a moment, eyes locked on the bathroom door. It swung open and WuFei strolled out casually, black eyes taking in the room with an arrogant calmness. There was a moment of silence before Duo started to laugh. WuFei continued to walk until he reached Heero, who handed him the papers. Behind the Shenlong pilot the braided boy snorted amidst his laughter and commented,
"What if you'd got the wrong window, dude?"
Coolly looking over his shoulder the Chinese youth replied,
"But I didn't."
Duo calmed down a little, still chuckling and an academic silence swept over the room for a moment as the four looked at the new information presented to them. Trowa looked up from his sheets and locked his eyes on Heero and asked,
"Are you sure?"
The wing pilot nodded and replied,
"I told you – I thought you all might find it... interesting."
Duo looked up quickly, violet eyes serious, all traces of the amusement and laughter that had filled them only moments before had vanished to leave a steely resolve and analytical gleam to their depths.
"This changes pretty much everything, doesn't it?"
Heero gave him a curt nod and the American sighed before picking up the end of his braid and absent-mindedly placing its tassel-like end in his mouth as he thought. Quatre said nothing, his aquamarine orbs were re-reading the key lines in the text and analyzing their contents quickly.
'Article J-216, "Concerning Ammunition"'
'The base C-6418 has been successfully relocated to the abandoned open-cut mine site where operations will continue as per normal. The relocation was necessary due to increased terrorist activity, this location is in a remote location with the nearest populated area being the Des Forte Grammar School, 35 miles away.'
'An increased supply of mobile suit models 'LEO' and 'ARIES' ammunition will be required in order to sustain our increased production.'
Slowly the blond looked up,
"It's almost as if they're playing into our hands to much, does anyone else see that?"
Trowa nodded, his green eyes catching Quatre's blues and holding them as he said,
"I agree, it's almost too perfect." The Heavyarms pilot blinked and turned his attention to Heero, awaiting his response. The Japanese boy was shaking his head slowly and replied,
"That file was taken straight from the data-base, from their meeting minutes. It took me four hours to hack into that file, not-including the time I spent sifting through the decoy files that they had set up in case we did attempt to hack in. It's not as if they handed it to me on a silver platter with a complimentary mint."
Duo snickered and quipped,
"Aw, I like those!"
Ignoring him Trowa asked,
"So, are we planning to do anything about this?"
WuFei rolled his eyes calmly before commenting,
"I'd like to think so, otherwise I would have had to have faced Maxwell's bathroom for no reason. As it is I'm going to have nightmares about the hairballs in the shower."
Duo swung his desk chair around and replied indignantly,
"Hey! No-one was stopping you using the door, buddy!"
Quatre cleared his throat and cut them off,
"Guys, I'm hoping we've all pretty much come to the conclusion that we're going to abort our current mission and tackle this base and then sit back and watch their reactions before we decide our next move."
Duo tore his glaring eyes away from WuFei to ask with a sly grin,
"So - what's our current move going to be?"
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY of the G-boys – the world is a cruel, cruel place. I also do not own Robert Frost's poem, so please don't sue me!
Nothing Gold Can Stay – Chapter 1
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay." – Robert Frost
"Quatre..." A hoarse whisper escaped the teens throat, as he stared at the whitewashed ceiling of the hospital. Green eyes glazed with tears as he fought back memories, memories of that night, the night that everything changed. It had all started when -
Duo had walked into the room, his braid swinging behind him like a freewheeling whip that cracked with the American's bouncy energy. The black school blazer hurled across the room to land half-hearted upon a still unmade bed where it teetered for a moment before slumping onto the floor in a heap. Seeming not to notice the Deathscythe pilot wrestled with the knot of his tie for a moment before wrenching the green, yellow and red striped abomination from his neck and sending it in the general direction of the blazer. It ended up sprawled over the bed-head.
Slumping into a nearby desk chair the brunette lazily swiveled the chair around with his foot as he undone the first two buttons of his white shirt. He grinned loopily when he spotted the other teen standing in the corner,
"Hey Heero, I didn't even know you were in here yet!"
The 'Perfect Soldier' had pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and plucked a few neatly papers from his blazer pocket before crossing the room to present two of them to the other youth,
"I thought you might like to know about this. I found it...mildly interesting, to say the least and thought you and the others might like to take a look."
Duo slowly cocked one eyebrow before accepting the papers and unfolding them with a rustle. The dorm room door had swung open and the two teens looked up quickly, only to see a blond walk in with a smile as he called over his shoulder,
"I'm just seeing if Odin's got the math notes! I'll join you guys in a little while!"
The blond then casually closed the door behind him and with a cordial smile that reached his aquamarine eyes greeted them warmly,
"Hey guys!" Then turning down his volume a little he continued, "What's the important meeting about?"
Duo chuckled and cut Heero off, saying,
"'Odin' think's he's found something we might all want to take a look at."
Quatre may have let Duo's playful sarcasm slide with a laugh but the Wing pilot flicked his navy eyes at the American in a brief glare before holding out the papers for Quatre to look at, saying,
"I found it interesting, tell me what you think."
Quatre smiled and took the papers. He started to unfold them as Duo dropped his violet eyes to look at his own, a smirk tweaking the corners of his lips. The door clicked closed and Quatre whirled around, holding the papers close to his chest, light eyes alarmed before he saw who it was. Duo looked up startled, violet eyes snapping to attention, a note of seriousness fleeting across their playful depths. Heero didn't move, his eyes and had been on the door since the handle had begun to move. No matter how skilled the Heavyarms pilot was, there was no way in hell he could stop the, as Duo referred to them, "el cheapo" doors from sticking a little before they opened. The Wing pilot handed the taller youth the papers wordlessly, the eye contact telling all. Trowa took them with a brief nod.
"Trowa you scared me! I didn't even hear you open the door."
The blond pilot's emotive face watched the taller youth with it's angelic seeming innocence. Trowa flicked his green eyes at the smaller pilot and replied in his quiet, dulcet tone,
"This meeting was supposed to be kept a secret, I wasn't about to break the door down."
The blond's laughter rang through the room, a merry sound for such a serious occasion. Duo snorted and commented dryly,
"Breaking down someone's door seems like standard practice in this school! Did you see the main hall doors?! I wish I'd thought of it – but before you say anything! I totally realise how much unnecessary attention it would bring me!"
Violet eyes had locked on navy blues across the room and a teasing grin played across the American's handsome face. The incident he was referring to was a prank some Juniors had pulled the night before or setting firecrackers along the hinges of the main door – just to see what would happen.
Clear green eyes had taken in the room and he commented quietly,
"No WuFei?"
There was a slight clatter in the bathroom and all four pilots tensed for a moment, eyes locked on the bathroom door. It swung open and WuFei strolled out casually, black eyes taking in the room with an arrogant calmness. There was a moment of silence before Duo started to laugh. WuFei continued to walk until he reached Heero, who handed him the papers. Behind the Shenlong pilot the braided boy snorted amidst his laughter and commented,
"What if you'd got the wrong window, dude?"
Coolly looking over his shoulder the Chinese youth replied,
"But I didn't."
Duo calmed down a little, still chuckling and an academic silence swept over the room for a moment as the four looked at the new information presented to them. Trowa looked up from his sheets and locked his eyes on Heero and asked,
"Are you sure?"
The wing pilot nodded and replied,
"I told you – I thought you all might find it... interesting."
Duo looked up quickly, violet eyes serious, all traces of the amusement and laughter that had filled them only moments before had vanished to leave a steely resolve and analytical gleam to their depths.
"This changes pretty much everything, doesn't it?"
Heero gave him a curt nod and the American sighed before picking up the end of his braid and absent-mindedly placing its tassel-like end in his mouth as he thought. Quatre said nothing, his aquamarine orbs were re-reading the key lines in the text and analyzing their contents quickly.
'Article J-216, "Concerning Ammunition"'
'The base C-6418 has been successfully relocated to the abandoned open-cut mine site where operations will continue as per normal. The relocation was necessary due to increased terrorist activity, this location is in a remote location with the nearest populated area being the Des Forte Grammar School, 35 miles away.'
'An increased supply of mobile suit models 'LEO' and 'ARIES' ammunition will be required in order to sustain our increased production.'
Slowly the blond looked up,
"It's almost as if they're playing into our hands to much, does anyone else see that?"
Trowa nodded, his green eyes catching Quatre's blues and holding them as he said,
"I agree, it's almost too perfect." The Heavyarms pilot blinked and turned his attention to Heero, awaiting his response. The Japanese boy was shaking his head slowly and replied,
"That file was taken straight from the data-base, from their meeting minutes. It took me four hours to hack into that file, not-including the time I spent sifting through the decoy files that they had set up in case we did attempt to hack in. It's not as if they handed it to me on a silver platter with a complimentary mint."
Duo snickered and quipped,
"Aw, I like those!"
Ignoring him Trowa asked,
"So, are we planning to do anything about this?"
WuFei rolled his eyes calmly before commenting,
"I'd like to think so, otherwise I would have had to have faced Maxwell's bathroom for no reason. As it is I'm going to have nightmares about the hairballs in the shower."
Duo swung his desk chair around and replied indignantly,
"Hey! No-one was stopping you using the door, buddy!"
Quatre cleared his throat and cut them off,
"Guys, I'm hoping we've all pretty much come to the conclusion that we're going to abort our current mission and tackle this base and then sit back and watch their reactions before we decide our next move."
Duo tore his glaring eyes away from WuFei to ask with a sly grin,
"So - what's our current move going to be?"