A/N-- Sorry about that, folks! Just couldn't help myself! I would do a shout out but you all said the same thing! And, without further adieu…the grand finale! Enjoy and review!
Take One For The Team
Prt 3b-
The door to Shingami's bed chamber flew open; bit much to their dismay, 02 was no where in sight. It was then all three heard the gunshot.
"Heero."
Sliding against the wall, Heero tried to favor his now bleeding right leg. It was pitch black in the hall, making it impossible to see. He was completely out of bullets and had nothing to stop the blood from exiting his body onto the cold floor.
"What's the matter 01? Scared that your buddy's not here to save you this time?" Another shot went off, but this did not hit him. It was only to make him paranoid. I wish Maxwell was here. I could use the back up. His thoughts were drifting as he blood continued to pool onto the floor. BANG!
This shot grazed his cheek, fresh blood dribbling down his face. He was close. The sound of his gun registering for the next shot, most likely to kill. He would die. Even before he could tell Duo that he was sorry. But no shot was fired, only an echoed voice around them.
"Leave him alone. If you don't want to go to hell, you will back away."
"Who's there?" asked Casassa, paranoia in his voice.
"Death. Care to see me? Experience me yourself?"
Casassa raised his gun and nervously moved to see the one threatening him. "Come on you bastard! I'm not afraid of you!" He turned quickly, coming face-to-face with amethyst eyes that seemed to glow.
"You should be." A gun went off as the Lieutenant's body fell lifeless to the unyielding floor. "Death is a scary thing."
"Who's there?" Heero asked as he moved closer to the wall. Just then, three more figures came around the corner from behind him.
"Heero? You okay?" Quatre went to his side while 03 and 05 stood in front.
"I should be. Who's there?" he asked again.
"Just as I said before Heero, Death." The other figure fell to the ground yelling.
"Wait…Duo?!" Trowa ran to see and confirm that it was 02 at the other end of the hall.
"Am I still useless?" he asked, eyes shut, taking deep breaths in a vain attempt to ignore the pain.
"What? You never were. Where the hell did you get an idea like that?!"
"The hallway? Your conversation about Deathscythe. If you can pilot it, you don't need me around."
"I'll have you know, Duo Maxwell, that your Gundam is a royal pain in the ass to pilot. The controls are all over the place and only one person I know could run it, Duo. We need you."
"Really?" he asked, opening his eyes slowly.
"Yeah," the others said almost in unison.
"Well…it feels good to be needed." It was then he saw Heero bleeding. "Holy shit! I'm not here for two seconds and you get yourself shot!!"
A few weeks later, the Gundams had been loaded into their carriers to head off for yet another mission. Heero's leg had mended well and it was only a few minutes till take off.
"Hey guys. I have something great to show you." Sally's voice filled the cockpit. Curiously, the four boys walked back into the hanger to see Duo standing on his own two feet.
"I decided that havin' you guys always help me carry my ass around was getting old." He flashed one of his devious smiles and walked forward, not stumbling once. Everyone showed great excitement for him in their own way. Of course, he was still sore, but that was only natural after all he had been through. "Now, you sure you want me along?"
"Look. Either you come as you are or in a body bag. It is your choice, Maxwell." Heero pulled his gun out and twirled it on his finger.
"Yep. Definitely good to feel loved." With a quicker step in his pace, he moved off to join his comrades…no, his friends.
End Transmission
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Take One For The Team
Prt 3b-
The door to Shingami's bed chamber flew open; bit much to their dismay, 02 was no where in sight. It was then all three heard the gunshot.
"Heero."
Sliding against the wall, Heero tried to favor his now bleeding right leg. It was pitch black in the hall, making it impossible to see. He was completely out of bullets and had nothing to stop the blood from exiting his body onto the cold floor.
"What's the matter 01? Scared that your buddy's not here to save you this time?" Another shot went off, but this did not hit him. It was only to make him paranoid. I wish Maxwell was here. I could use the back up. His thoughts were drifting as he blood continued to pool onto the floor. BANG!
This shot grazed his cheek, fresh blood dribbling down his face. He was close. The sound of his gun registering for the next shot, most likely to kill. He would die. Even before he could tell Duo that he was sorry. But no shot was fired, only an echoed voice around them.
"Leave him alone. If you don't want to go to hell, you will back away."
"Who's there?" asked Casassa, paranoia in his voice.
"Death. Care to see me? Experience me yourself?"
Casassa raised his gun and nervously moved to see the one threatening him. "Come on you bastard! I'm not afraid of you!" He turned quickly, coming face-to-face with amethyst eyes that seemed to glow.
"You should be." A gun went off as the Lieutenant's body fell lifeless to the unyielding floor. "Death is a scary thing."
"Who's there?" Heero asked as he moved closer to the wall. Just then, three more figures came around the corner from behind him.
"Heero? You okay?" Quatre went to his side while 03 and 05 stood in front.
"I should be. Who's there?" he asked again.
"Just as I said before Heero, Death." The other figure fell to the ground yelling.
"Wait…Duo?!" Trowa ran to see and confirm that it was 02 at the other end of the hall.
"Am I still useless?" he asked, eyes shut, taking deep breaths in a vain attempt to ignore the pain.
"What? You never were. Where the hell did you get an idea like that?!"
"The hallway? Your conversation about Deathscythe. If you can pilot it, you don't need me around."
"I'll have you know, Duo Maxwell, that your Gundam is a royal pain in the ass to pilot. The controls are all over the place and only one person I know could run it, Duo. We need you."
"Really?" he asked, opening his eyes slowly.
"Yeah," the others said almost in unison.
"Well…it feels good to be needed." It was then he saw Heero bleeding. "Holy shit! I'm not here for two seconds and you get yourself shot!!"
A few weeks later, the Gundams had been loaded into their carriers to head off for yet another mission. Heero's leg had mended well and it was only a few minutes till take off.
"Hey guys. I have something great to show you." Sally's voice filled the cockpit. Curiously, the four boys walked back into the hanger to see Duo standing on his own two feet.
"I decided that havin' you guys always help me carry my ass around was getting old." He flashed one of his devious smiles and walked forward, not stumbling once. Everyone showed great excitement for him in their own way. Of course, he was still sore, but that was only natural after all he had been through. "Now, you sure you want me along?"
"Look. Either you come as you are or in a body bag. It is your choice, Maxwell." Heero pulled his gun out and twirled it on his finger.
"Yep. Definitely good to feel loved." With a quicker step in his pace, he moved off to join his comrades…no, his friends.
End Transmission
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