Power Of Authority
Written by Kirikou
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Rated PG 13
ZechsxTreize
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Gundam Wing is in no way mine or the characters. I am using them without permission, and making no profit from them. Please don't sue. Oh, and to mention, the characters that are paired are not really together as far as my knowlege goes......
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8:53 AM HOSPITAL IN BASE
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"They're what!?" Noin yelled out in surprize of the news she had just recieved.

"They're taking Zechs to their facility. They know how to treat a case like this one. I'm sure their doctors are great..."

"You moron! That's the feds you're sending him to! They'll kill him!!" She already had the doctor by the coller, almost strangling him to death when a soldier walked in, soluting.

"Ma'am, you're wanted at Gabri. The cournal says it's an emergency."

"Fine...." She sighed, letting him go. He rubbed his neck as she walked out, thankfull for the breath of air, and the Lord O' Mighty.

"Well, it seems as though you'll be leaving us for a while..."

(Leaving? Where?..ouch..)

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12:00 AM

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"There you go, are you sure you don't need nay help? That man can blow things up!" The doctors finnoshed loading Zechs into the van. The Doctor hopped in as well, and they drove off.

"Trust me. He'll be no problem for us. We're bringing him back to our lab, so that we can study what's going wrong with our patent here." The doctor looked confused.

"Patent? What do you mean?"

"You'll see...."

(What the fuck are they talking about anyway....)

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2:00 PM DOCTORS LABORATORY
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The doctors had set Zechs up on an odd looking slate colored table, strapping him down. He maoned again, this time a little less than in previous sessions.

(Where in the hell....that's too tight...)

A scanner ran over his body, showing internal organs on a screen not far from there. The room was dark, so the only things visible where those and a few test tubes the size of people...with one in one!!

"It seems that nothing is wrong. I guess we just have to medicate him, then sedate him so we can let him rest it all off. He'll be fine in a while." The doctor with the claw said to the base doctor. He didn't seem to have any parts that where his...

"So is that all..."

"Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor J..."
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5:00 PM
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"Where am I?...huuh?" Zechs sat up. He looked around. The room he was in was entirely bleak, almost like a prison cell. He couldn't quite decide where he was, for he was mostly unconcious the whole time.

"Looks like you finaly woke up." A voice from behind him spoke, making the blonde whirl around in confusion. It was Dr. J, and that godawfull claw, that just drove Zechs mad.

"Why? What am I doing here?"

"That's a good question. I'll explain later. So, how are you feeling? batter at all?" Zechs looked down, noticing his headache was gone, and he felt much better.

"I'm alright."

"Good. Then come with me." Dr J led Zechs out of the room, back to the lab he had started in. He recognized it immediatly. But how? He'd never seen this room before, so why?

"So, are you going to tell me what exactly I'm doing here?" Zechs cocked an eyebrow at the robot man. The man gave the same look back.

"You're not very patient are you....but that's how you're supposed to be. You're programmed..."

"I don't understand you." He looked around more thuroly at that, searching for any clue as to why he was there, then noticing that he wasn't wearing a uniform, but normal things, since he didn't get up that morning...how embarrassing... Other people where starting to come in now, even the doctor from the base.

"You see Zechs, now I can explain. Look at the things around you. This is what you are.." Zechs was becomming fearfull of what he think he might hear next....take his body parts? Make him a robot slave??

"You are one of us, you know. You where originally made for the purpose of Operation meteor, but OZ got a hold of you."

"What? What are you trying to get at here?"

"I'm saying that you aren't human, no matter how much you seem like it. You are though, since you where genetically created with the latest technology. But, unlike a human, you have no destiny, and you should have no emotion, but apparently you do.."

"Are you saying I'm not here...?"

"You're here, but you're not real. For being smart you sure are slow. You where created to be a soldier like Heero, yet you where made like Quatre's sisters. All test-tube babies. You get it now? You where for the missions, along with all the other pilots."

Zechs stepped back. He didn't like the sound of this at all. "I..I..Don't understand what you're saying.."

"I know you may be a little surprized at this, but realy, you aren't you."

"What about Relina??"

"Oh, you mean, the Peacecrafts. BullShit. All made up. Relina is just some hoe we found on the street. You don't have any family." Zechs was becomming angry with all that shit he was talking. But unfortunatly it was true. He burst out.

"So you're saying all I am is some toy, some pathetic excuse for a moble doll??? Something you could play with? Is that all I am? Some miserable slave?" The doctor seemed amused.

"It's amazing what kind of emotion you've aquired." Zechs stared at him.

"I'm leaving. I don't want to hear any more of this crap." Bofore he could leave he was stopped. A sharp pain in his back....darkness...........

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12:00 AM
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He had awoken later to the sound of a whisper.

(They must've drugged me...)

"Hey!!!" I whisper amulated from the bars of the room. When Zechs looked over, he saw it to be none other than Treize Khushrenada!

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Zechs retorted to the almost unvissible figure.

"I'm getting you out of here. They don't care about you like I do, and I think this is an awfull place to live out the rest of your days anyway." He almost laughed at his own comment, looking grossly at the area around him.

"How do you plan on doing that?" He twirled the keys on his finger.

"Ha ha. Those guys realy suck at keeping the security around here. I was a soldier like you to you know... I'm not just all fat..." Zechs snickered to himself, after being let out.

"Let's get outa this joint..."

"Treize?"

"What?"

"You're realy something. Odd....."

"Shut up."

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4:00 AM: OZ BASE
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"You may think this to be a little odd, but you have a special abillity." Treize was taking to Zechs as he sat on a chair.

"You can control things with your mind, not like reading, but like moving..."

"You mean I can *yawn* move that frige over here If I wanted?"

"Yes, and more."

"Like what?"

"You have the power of destruction. It is a very special thing. You can't over use that. It's a dangerous weapon, worse than any pilot could do with the Wing Zero." Zechs wowwed himself, taking a bow.

"You have to learn to use them first. I can show you..."

"Wait, you know all this from where?"

"Come on Zechs, do you want to do this or not."

"fine."

They first practiced with spoon bending. Zechs didn't do well with it, claiming to not beleive in gypsy phycic shit. When Treize did it some how, that got the blonde's attention, and soon, he could bend that, and anything else in the room, which proved a little odd.

Before long, he could move things around, doing with them what he pleased. It was amazing to him, and fun. He knew now how he would get his revenge. Those doctors wouldn't have him locked in a word for the rest of his life.

"Man, I'm pooped. haha." Treize walked over to him, brushing a bang out of his face.

"Are you sure about that, you know, we could do something else..." Zechs thought for a moment, taking a breath before answering.

"You sure that's not a problem?"

"Anything for yoiu..."

.::Kirikou::.