DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Gundam Wing or the characters. I do own Liana and
other future original characters but that's it, I don't own anything else
much to my own dismay *sobs*
A.N. I am evil, truly and really evil. I almost made Heero be the one shot
but then someone gave me a better idea. Don't kill me for taking long,
please read the other note at the end of the chapter which contains my
pitiful explanation. Please review!
The Perfect Life
By Stardust
Chapter 10
Run! Quicker, you idiot! The long muscled legs extended a bit farther
eating up the ground underneath, but not achieving their full potential.
After all caring a death weight usually slowed people down. Well, not
exactly death, yet, and with any luck she wouldn't become one either. Her
injury wasn't too bad but what had Heero worried was that the shot had gone
through her shoulder. And while it wasn't as painful as if the bullet had
been lodged in her shoulder it did cause the injury to bleed much more
heavily. But at the moment the only thought in Heero's mind was to get out
of the building because, as his friendly watch reminded him, he had exactly
two minutes to get out of the blast zone. Now, it had been only him he
wouldn't have worried so much but since an injured, unconscious Natasha was
with him he decided this was a good time to worry. Move! He shouted to his
body once again.
~ o ~ o ~ o
The rest of the team, missions all completed, stood nervously keeping a
watch for their missing team members. Hilde paced around their camp with
Duo a step behind trying to comfort her. Quatre sat holding an untouched
and now cold tea of cup next to Dorothy both staring fixedly in the
direction of the enemy base. Trowa lent against a tree with Catherine
sitting at his feet, they were having a quiet conversation but every once
in a while both would discretely glance in the direction of the base and
then continue with their conversation. Zechs was trying to repair some
damage to his gundam and he would have been more successful if he didn't
stop every few seconds to look for his missing comrades. Noin's mother hen
side appeared and decided that since she couldn't help Heero and Relena she
should coddle and make sure everyone else was ok so every few minutes she
would go around and ask if everyone was alright. That is until Zechs asked
her to sit down and leave everyone in peace. Wufei sat calmly in his
meditating position but the occasional shifting of his body was the tell
tail sign of his worry. Sally sat next to Wufei nervously taping her
fingers against her legs but every once in a while Wufei would bark for her
to stop and the taping would stop for a couple of minutes and then restart,
slowly gaining tempo. Ring! Ring! Eight alarms rang at the same time
signaling that there was a minute left to the explosion.
Silence rose in the camp, not a sound could be heard, and the atmosphere
grew even heavier. They all exchanged a startled gaze and slowly turned
their eyes in the direction of the base. 30 seconds. 20 seconds. 15
seconds. Time slowed and seconds turned into hours. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4.
3. 2. 1. BOOM! A quick series of explosions sounded almost as one and in
less than five seconds a thick cloud of dust and debris rose as the
building collapsed. Once again they turned to look at each other as if
wanting to affirm that what they had seen was true. Slowly, for everything
seemed slow now, they stood up and made their way towards the end of their
little camp. The girls stood there searching for a sign that their worst
fear hadn't come to pass while the boys stood tense and ready for anything.
Nearly a minute had passed since the explosion when Trowa thought he saw a
shadow flicker but dismissed it as a trick of the light when he saw it a
second time he was sure there was something walking slowly and cautiously
among the shadows. "I think."
"You think what, Trowa?" Catherine's voice was unusually impatient. "You
think they are death. You think they didn't make it out. You think-"
"He thinks that Heero is walking this way with a person in his arms."
Catherine was interrupted by an equally and unusually impatient Quatre, who
had followed Trowa's eyes to the figure that was barely visible. Everybody
turned to look and indeed saw Heero walking with someone in their arms.
When the realization of their discovery sank in they quickly made their
way, in other words they ran, to Heero.
"Nasha! What happened, Heero? Who shot her? How much blood has she lost?"
Sally's medical training kicked right in to gear as she quickly looked
underneath the makeshift bandaged around Nasha's shoulder.
" Is she alright?" A near hysterical Hilde asked.
"Of course she is not, women, she was shot." Wufei's sarcastic comment was
only answered with a hit to the back of his head
"We need to get her out of here and into a hospital soon she is bleeding
too much." Sally was still trying to find why Nasha was losing so much
blood. It was true that her type of injury usually bled a lot but the
amount of blood Nasha was loosing wasn't normal.
~ o ~ o ~ o
A couple of hours later in the Preventers base
The small white sterile waiting room at the medic wing of the
Preventers base had become, over the course of the last few hours, a place
to be avoided by all means necessary. The only brave ones, more like forced
ones, were a nurse and a doctor that took turns in briefing the inhabitants
of the room the condition of their patient. By the time that they had
gotten Nashada to the base she had turned deathly white and cold, both
being quite bad signs. After an hour the doctors had been able to stabilize
her but a problem had emerged. Nasha had lost a good deal of blood and
unfortunately her blood type was quite rare. And while the blood bank at
the medic wing was well stashed the supply of her blood type was rare to
find and they didn't have enough to replace all of the blood she had lost.
So the gang volunteered to donate blood if their blood matched hers. But as
it turned out the doctors in the medic wing had been instructed to test
anyone's blood before using it on a patient and as much as the gang tried
to argue that Nasha needed the blood immediately the doctors would not
break protocol.
So now the nine soldiers sat and waited for the results. The
occasional grumble about idiotic doctors and archaic protocol was uttered
by an outraged Sally. And when the door was open all nine sprang up from
their seats ready to pounce at anyone that could have information about
Nasha. The nurse was apprehensive about the wired group of people and
understood why the doctor had sent her to deliver the news. Just as she had
gathered her nerves about her and was ready to speak, a rude voice
interrupted her.
"Well, what are the results? Does anyone match her blood?" An
inpatient Hilde asked while she shifted her body from one foot to the
other.
"Err, Milliardo Peacecraft is the only one with matching blood, if he
will please come with me." The nurse shifted slightly when the tall blond
stepped next to her. They disappeared thru the doors. The room once again
fell into controlled stupor.
~ o ~ o ~ o
Black, warm, floating. Her mind couldn't form any coherent thoughts
with the heavy blanket that surrounded her. She could hear a distant sound,
drum like, it held a steady beat never hesitating. With a little effort she
realized that it was her own heart. Yet she had never noticed the nice
soothing, musical rhythm it made. Boom, boo, bum, boom, boo, bum. Awareness
of a slight sensation awakened her from her musings. To her drugged senses
it seemed a light cares but in reality her hand was being held tightly.
Next, came the slight whisper of an unintelligible sound. It was calling to
her, though she couldn't understand the words, telling her to wake, to be
rid of that heavy blanket. And yet she clung to it unwilling to let go of
the comfortable abyss she floated on. Even as she clung, the darkness
started to fade. The bottomless pitch black gave way to a harsh white
light. 'No, let me be. Let me be at peace. Go away.' But her mind wouldn't
obey her commands and so she was suddenly bathed by a blinding white light.
Her eyelids started to flutter in reaction to the light but it only made it
worst as her eyes were farther assaulted by the blinding light. The voice
that had guided her out of the pit now fell silent and all other sounds
stopped. Without something to guide her into the light, she started to fall
once again only to have the voice start once again. This time when her eyes
opened she saw beyond the light but distinguished only blurs. Before she
had time to react she felt herself being tightly embraced by someone, pain
exploded throughout her body and a weak whimper formed in her throat.
Gently she was laid back down and now she could see who had held her.
A.N. I know I am horrible but I couldn't help myself, cliffhanger! Any ways
I am sorry that it took so long but I am going through a really bad
writer's block and I am also working on another story with a friend so it
is taking a lot of my time. Between that and school I don't even have time
to sleep so please don't kill me. Also, I want to thank all of the people
that have reviewed my story, this story is for all of you.
other future original characters but that's it, I don't own anything else
much to my own dismay *sobs*
A.N. I am evil, truly and really evil. I almost made Heero be the one shot
but then someone gave me a better idea. Don't kill me for taking long,
please read the other note at the end of the chapter which contains my
pitiful explanation. Please review!
The Perfect Life
By Stardust
Chapter 10
Run! Quicker, you idiot! The long muscled legs extended a bit farther
eating up the ground underneath, but not achieving their full potential.
After all caring a death weight usually slowed people down. Well, not
exactly death, yet, and with any luck she wouldn't become one either. Her
injury wasn't too bad but what had Heero worried was that the shot had gone
through her shoulder. And while it wasn't as painful as if the bullet had
been lodged in her shoulder it did cause the injury to bleed much more
heavily. But at the moment the only thought in Heero's mind was to get out
of the building because, as his friendly watch reminded him, he had exactly
two minutes to get out of the blast zone. Now, it had been only him he
wouldn't have worried so much but since an injured, unconscious Natasha was
with him he decided this was a good time to worry. Move! He shouted to his
body once again.
~ o ~ o ~ o
The rest of the team, missions all completed, stood nervously keeping a
watch for their missing team members. Hilde paced around their camp with
Duo a step behind trying to comfort her. Quatre sat holding an untouched
and now cold tea of cup next to Dorothy both staring fixedly in the
direction of the enemy base. Trowa lent against a tree with Catherine
sitting at his feet, they were having a quiet conversation but every once
in a while both would discretely glance in the direction of the base and
then continue with their conversation. Zechs was trying to repair some
damage to his gundam and he would have been more successful if he didn't
stop every few seconds to look for his missing comrades. Noin's mother hen
side appeared and decided that since she couldn't help Heero and Relena she
should coddle and make sure everyone else was ok so every few minutes she
would go around and ask if everyone was alright. That is until Zechs asked
her to sit down and leave everyone in peace. Wufei sat calmly in his
meditating position but the occasional shifting of his body was the tell
tail sign of his worry. Sally sat next to Wufei nervously taping her
fingers against her legs but every once in a while Wufei would bark for her
to stop and the taping would stop for a couple of minutes and then restart,
slowly gaining tempo. Ring! Ring! Eight alarms rang at the same time
signaling that there was a minute left to the explosion.
Silence rose in the camp, not a sound could be heard, and the atmosphere
grew even heavier. They all exchanged a startled gaze and slowly turned
their eyes in the direction of the base. 30 seconds. 20 seconds. 15
seconds. Time slowed and seconds turned into hours. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4.
3. 2. 1. BOOM! A quick series of explosions sounded almost as one and in
less than five seconds a thick cloud of dust and debris rose as the
building collapsed. Once again they turned to look at each other as if
wanting to affirm that what they had seen was true. Slowly, for everything
seemed slow now, they stood up and made their way towards the end of their
little camp. The girls stood there searching for a sign that their worst
fear hadn't come to pass while the boys stood tense and ready for anything.
Nearly a minute had passed since the explosion when Trowa thought he saw a
shadow flicker but dismissed it as a trick of the light when he saw it a
second time he was sure there was something walking slowly and cautiously
among the shadows. "I think."
"You think what, Trowa?" Catherine's voice was unusually impatient. "You
think they are death. You think they didn't make it out. You think-"
"He thinks that Heero is walking this way with a person in his arms."
Catherine was interrupted by an equally and unusually impatient Quatre, who
had followed Trowa's eyes to the figure that was barely visible. Everybody
turned to look and indeed saw Heero walking with someone in their arms.
When the realization of their discovery sank in they quickly made their
way, in other words they ran, to Heero.
"Nasha! What happened, Heero? Who shot her? How much blood has she lost?"
Sally's medical training kicked right in to gear as she quickly looked
underneath the makeshift bandaged around Nasha's shoulder.
" Is she alright?" A near hysterical Hilde asked.
"Of course she is not, women, she was shot." Wufei's sarcastic comment was
only answered with a hit to the back of his head
"We need to get her out of here and into a hospital soon she is bleeding
too much." Sally was still trying to find why Nasha was losing so much
blood. It was true that her type of injury usually bled a lot but the
amount of blood Nasha was loosing wasn't normal.
~ o ~ o ~ o
A couple of hours later in the Preventers base
The small white sterile waiting room at the medic wing of the
Preventers base had become, over the course of the last few hours, a place
to be avoided by all means necessary. The only brave ones, more like forced
ones, were a nurse and a doctor that took turns in briefing the inhabitants
of the room the condition of their patient. By the time that they had
gotten Nashada to the base she had turned deathly white and cold, both
being quite bad signs. After an hour the doctors had been able to stabilize
her but a problem had emerged. Nasha had lost a good deal of blood and
unfortunately her blood type was quite rare. And while the blood bank at
the medic wing was well stashed the supply of her blood type was rare to
find and they didn't have enough to replace all of the blood she had lost.
So the gang volunteered to donate blood if their blood matched hers. But as
it turned out the doctors in the medic wing had been instructed to test
anyone's blood before using it on a patient and as much as the gang tried
to argue that Nasha needed the blood immediately the doctors would not
break protocol.
So now the nine soldiers sat and waited for the results. The
occasional grumble about idiotic doctors and archaic protocol was uttered
by an outraged Sally. And when the door was open all nine sprang up from
their seats ready to pounce at anyone that could have information about
Nasha. The nurse was apprehensive about the wired group of people and
understood why the doctor had sent her to deliver the news. Just as she had
gathered her nerves about her and was ready to speak, a rude voice
interrupted her.
"Well, what are the results? Does anyone match her blood?" An
inpatient Hilde asked while she shifted her body from one foot to the
other.
"Err, Milliardo Peacecraft is the only one with matching blood, if he
will please come with me." The nurse shifted slightly when the tall blond
stepped next to her. They disappeared thru the doors. The room once again
fell into controlled stupor.
~ o ~ o ~ o
Black, warm, floating. Her mind couldn't form any coherent thoughts
with the heavy blanket that surrounded her. She could hear a distant sound,
drum like, it held a steady beat never hesitating. With a little effort she
realized that it was her own heart. Yet she had never noticed the nice
soothing, musical rhythm it made. Boom, boo, bum, boom, boo, bum. Awareness
of a slight sensation awakened her from her musings. To her drugged senses
it seemed a light cares but in reality her hand was being held tightly.
Next, came the slight whisper of an unintelligible sound. It was calling to
her, though she couldn't understand the words, telling her to wake, to be
rid of that heavy blanket. And yet she clung to it unwilling to let go of
the comfortable abyss she floated on. Even as she clung, the darkness
started to fade. The bottomless pitch black gave way to a harsh white
light. 'No, let me be. Let me be at peace. Go away.' But her mind wouldn't
obey her commands and so she was suddenly bathed by a blinding white light.
Her eyelids started to flutter in reaction to the light but it only made it
worst as her eyes were farther assaulted by the blinding light. The voice
that had guided her out of the pit now fell silent and all other sounds
stopped. Without something to guide her into the light, she started to fall
once again only to have the voice start once again. This time when her eyes
opened she saw beyond the light but distinguished only blurs. Before she
had time to react she felt herself being tightly embraced by someone, pain
exploded throughout her body and a weak whimper formed in her throat.
Gently she was laid back down and now she could see who had held her.
A.N. I know I am horrible but I couldn't help myself, cliffhanger! Any ways
I am sorry that it took so long but I am going through a really bad
writer's block and I am also working on another story with a friend so it
is taking a lot of my time. Between that and school I don't even have time
to sleep so please don't kill me. Also, I want to thank all of the people
that have reviewed my story, this story is for all of you.