Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, so you can't sue me! HAHA! I do, however, own Megan.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Sorry I didn't post sooner, my mind hasn't been working properly.
On with the story! Thanks!
Chapter Three: An Ungentle Interrogation
Standing in the doorway of the room was a tall and well-built man. He had unruly hair, Prussian blue eyes, and a permanent glare on his face. Seeing him made Megan cringe and even though Sally noticed her distress, she smiled and motioned to the man next to her.
"This is Heero. He's here to question you about what has happened." She said. As Sally turned to leave, she nodded to him and whispered, "If you need anything, just call. Other than that, please don't hurt her. She's been through enough already"
Megan, however, could hear Sally and became even more scared as the door clicked shut and Heero continued to glare at her. Silence filled the room and as he kept glaring at her, Megan began to ponder about what Heero was going to do to her. Becoming quickly tired of the silence, Megan smiled uneasily and motioned to the window.
"It looks like it's going to rain." She said. She mentally kicked herself when he raised an eyebrow and she realized that they were in Antarctica. It didn't rain, it snowed.
"Who are you?" He asked. His monotone voice sent shivers down her spine and she slowly nodded.
"Megan." She muttered.
"Do you have a last name?" He asked. Megan slowly nodded again and sighed.
"Johnson. You can check my driver's license if you want." She said, as she watched him walk to the chair at the foot of the bed. He continued to glare at her, but raised his hand to show her the wallet that he held.
"I have it right here. Where are you from?" He asked. Megan began to list off her birthday, birthplace, what town she lived in, and every piece of information she could give him. Yet, she knew by the look on his face that he didn't believe her and wasn't satisfied with her responses. However, she kept on speaking, hoping somehow the he would finally believe her story.
"How do you expect us to believe that you're not a spy for the N.A.O.?" Heero asked.
"N.A.O.? What's that?" She asked. Heero's glare deepened and he restated the question. This time he received the same response, but he began to realize that she was becoming annoyed. She was confused and as he told her of the history of the colonies, the wars, and N.A.O, or New Alliance Order, her confusion only increased and he stood up. Normally she would have been shot and killed by now, but this girl intrigued Sally and Lady Une didn't want her to be killed.
"I'll come back in a while to question you some more." He said. He walked forward, shoved her head back, and pulled a stand of hair off of her head.
"What the hell was that for?!" She shouted.
"If you are who you say you are, you're DNA will prove it." He said. Megan glared at his retreating back and sighed.
'I sure hope he's the only one like that.' She thought.
Heero sat at his laptop and sighed. Each piece of information he had received for Megan turned out to be the truth. Her home, age, date of birth, and her DNA all said that she was who she said she was. If Megan was a spy, N.A.O. had gotten smarter and she was an excellent actress.
After presenting this information to Lady Une over the phone, she told him not to harm Megan at all, and to bring her to L1 when she was fully healed. Heero was deeply displeased about this. If Megan was a spy, this is what she would've wanted. Being taken to Preventer's Headquarters, maybe even as far as getting close to Relena. He leaned back and began to think about it some more. He couldn't understand how Megan would get from her time to A.C. 198.
As he continued to think, the alarms were sounded. Red lights lit the darkened room and the announcer over the P.A. was telling everyone to evacuate. Explosions rocked the area and Heero began to pack everything and pulled out his gun.
They were being attacked by Mobile Suits.
Megan was resting comfortably when the building began to shake and the alarm system went off. She could hear people running in all directions. She began to realize that she had been forgotten and struggled to get out of bed.
"If you love me, you'll move." She muttered to herself. She managed to get herself to stand and smiled down at her legs. "You do love me." She said. She made one step to the door and fell face first onto the ground.
"I take that back." She groaned. She looked around and didn't see any crutches or a wheel chair and so she just crawled to the door and opened it. People ran passed and as soon as she was able to get herself into the hallway, the hall was clear and she was left alone. She sighed in frustration, but smiled hopefully.
'Maybe when the attack is over, a search party will be sent.' She thought. She shook her head at her stupidity and shoved herself against the wall. As she sat there in silence, she could hear someone running. She looked in all directions and finally watched as someone rounded to corner to the right of her.
"Hey! Help me! Please! I can't walk!" She shouted and waved. The person kept running towards her and just moments before he reached her, two more people rounded the same corner and began to shoot at them. The person dove on top of Megan and after the shots stopped, he turned and shot the two people.
"You can't walk?" Came the frustrated voice. It was Heero who was over her. Megan shook her head and was now more scared of him then ever. However, he was the only way out of there. He muttered under his breath and scooped her up.
They ran down the hall and into a hanger. As Heero ran towards a carrier, giant robots entered Megan's eyesight.
"What the hell are those?" She shouted.
"Those are mobile suits! N.A.O. has declared war! Welcome to A.C. 198!" Shouted Heero.
A/N: Please review! If you have any ideas, put them in the reviews and I'll consider them. Also, like I've said before,
this is a NON-Yaoi fic. I do not know if there is going to be romance in it, because 1) I suck at writing it sometimes,
and 2) I don't know what pairs would be good, especially if Megan is involve. You're opinion is most appreciated.