Brain Waves

Weiss Kreuz/ Gundam Wing crossover

By: Lazeralk

Standard disclaimers apply

Part 2

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The pain was so intense that he couldn't move. His whole body was screaming at him in one perpetual wail. His training pushed his mind down into the depths of his conscious and the pain receded. His space heart latched on to another presence that felt nothing, a person who was empty of all emotion.

His body relaxed, despite the pain. Sirens began to shriek, machines beeped loudly for attention and people shouted at each other.

"What the fuck? We lost his conscious! We lost his MCBW! Adrenaline levels are not dropping!"

"Heart rate is decreasing! Cut the electrodes!"

"Shut down the MGEI! Fuck! Did we kill him?"

"I don't know! I mean, he's not really dead but if we fucked up then it won't matter either way. Damn, we may have vegetated him. See if you can get his EKG readings back up, resterilize the electrodes."

"Yes, sir."

Quatre vaguely felt several wires and needles being pulled out of him as his conscious swam back up to the surface. As soon as he was fully awake again, images assaulted the backs of his eyelids.

Corridors leading to doors, that led outside, the faces of people he should avoid at all costs, a weapons cache on the way out, his rifle and knife in a box next to a fire extinguisher.

He didn't know how he knew all of that but he didn't really care either. He felt a warm body come close to his left side and his hand shot out of it's own accord, snapping the thin bones in the neck of a woman.

He leapt up off the gunnery, eyes darting wildly around to get his bearings. There were two men in the room with him but he made quick work of them. He stole their clothes and bolted out the door, the new map in his mind guiding him to the hall with the fire extinguisher. He skidded around a corner and practically dove for the box, ripping it open and pulling the black bag out.

Throwing all notions of stealth to the wind, he reassembled his gun and slipped the knife into its sheath. He was getting out of there and that was that. Carrying the gun under his arm, finger on the trigger, he moved through the halls liked he'd lived there all his life.

He turned another corner and watched as a man with wide eyes turned to face him. He recognized him as one of the people he was supposed to stay away from. Glaring, he brought the gun up and fired three shots at the man's head and heart. The bullets stopped in mid air and then dropped to the ground.

"Fuck." Quatre hissed as he hit the safety on the gun and swung it back on its strap. He charged the man and feinted low as he pulled his knife from its sheath. His body seemed to stop moving in mid-motion, knife poised for a down stroke.

Rage boiled up inside of him as he found that he couldn't move, and only grew when the man laughed at him.

Quatre's mind raced as he struggled uselessly, cursing in every language he knew. Fucking bastard! He thought, why don't you try escaping from this hellhole and we'll see how you feel about it!

The man stumbled, his concentration faltering and releasing the blonde for his unnatural paralysis. Shock seemed to dominate the man's already wide-eyed expression. Quatre didn't even blink as he followed through with his original movement and slashed the man's throat open. He left him bleeding on the floor and continued on, racing around corners and through doorways.

The door to freedom loomed in front of him and he hit it with his shoulder at a dead run. It exploded open, slamming against the wall loudly as he pushed through a lobby full of people. They screamed at his gun and the blood on his face and hands but he didn't even hear them. The spike of fear he absorbed from them only made him push his body faster.

Only when his legs burned and throbbed painfully did he stop to catch his breath. He wanted to hug Trowa and he wanted to do it now.

"Hey, bishohen. The airport is that way."

Quatre looked up to see the same redheaded man that had given him over to those monsters. Rage swelled up inside of him and he raised the gun to chest level.

Why! – his mind screamed.

"Had to kid, Esstet isn't above killing off its livestock, and I'm just another sheep in the pen."

Quatre tried to keep his mind blank but thoughts whirled through it anyways. His brain informed him of elapsed mission time, current location, and personal status as his eyes informed him where the quickest escape routes were, and where he was likely to find more weapons.

"Relax kid, I'm helping you now aren't I? Look, I'll even take you to the airport myself. Get in." said Schuldig, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket and hitting a button on the key ring. The headlights of a red sports car flashed at them in response, the doors unlocking.

Quatre paused, would he be betrayed again? Was it safe? Was it worth the risk to get to the airport sooner? Where would he really take him if not to the airport?

"I swear I'll take you to the airport and put you on a plane to Japan, no tricks no strings." Said Schuldig, holding up three fingers in a scout's salute.

Quatre nodded tightly, he wanted to see Trowa and having a car would really help out with that. All he had to do was knock this guy out and steal-

"Hey! No! You are not knocking me out and taking my baby! I'll drive you there but that's it. There's no way in hell I'd risk scratching her. Are you getting in, on the passenger side, or not?"

Quatre looked down at the gun in his hands, still pointed steadily at Schuldig and reasoned that he at least had a weapon this time. If the redhead tried to knock him out again, he'd kill him.

"Damn, your morbid for such a little kid. Guess it comes with the job though huh? I mean, a Gundam pilot? How do you survive?"

"By eliminating all threats." Answered Quatre in a growl, sliding into the passenger seat of the shiny sports car.

"No, I meant mentally. Kids shouldn't have to loose their innocence so early."

Quatre looked at his current companion sharply, filtering the meaning out of the statement and the emotions that went with it. The man beside him became a little more human.

Remembering that Schuldig was a telepath, he thought back to the fight he'd had with the telekinetic on his way out. Why had he been able to win? What had happened? Why had the wide-eyed man lost his hold?

"You must have surprised him somehow."

"Would you stop that!" barked Quatre.

"What?"

"Answering my questions before I've asked them!"

"Can't help it. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between what you think and what you say. So I just answer everything. It helps if you just think out loud, then you wont feel so weird when I answer you. Your brainwaves just might become active again too."

"Whatever." Jerk.

"I heard that."

"Just shut up and drive before I shoot you."

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Trowa paced around the room again, not noticing when Duo's face hit the mattress. The longhaired American was lying on the bed, stretched out on his stomach. He'd been watching the Heavyarms pilot make his way around the room in nervous circles for the better part of three hours.

"Have you found him yet Heero?" asked Trowa, sparing a glance at the Japanese teen who was busily typing at his laptop.

"No, I have-. Oh. There he is." Said Heero, pulling a window to the front.

Trowa was leaning over his shoulder before anyone had even realized he'd moved.

"God Quatre." Breathed Trowa in relief as he saw the fake name they'd set up for his last mission on a list of passengers. The plane had departed for Tokyo airport and was scheduled to arrive in twenty minutes.

Trowa silently got his coat from his duffle bag and was out the door before Duo had the frame of mind to jump off the bed and scramble to follow him, shouting all the way.

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Schuldig took another drag on his cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs for as long as he was able to hold his breath.

"You should have just gotten on the plane with him." Said a voice from behind him. The redhead turned and smirked at the immaculately dressed man who called himself Oracle.

"Why's that?" he replied, blowing smoke out in a rush before raising the cigarette to his lips again.

"We've been dispatched to Japan to recapture him." Answered the Oracle, pulling the glasses off his face to clean them with the silk handkerchief he kept in the breast pocket of his cream colored Armani suit.

"Really? That's a shame. I kinda like the kid."

"I know. Be careful Mastermind, we cannot afford to defy the Old Ones."

Yet. - Schuldig sent to his leader telepathically, a rakish smirk on his face.

Bradley Crawford smiled thinly and gave a small nod, both an agreement and a dismissal, before turning around and opening the door to his office. Schuldig watched him go, and took another drag on his cigarette.

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Quatre didn't really feel safe at all as he stepped off the plane in Tokyo. He'd had to leave his gun and knife behind in Germany and he hated not being armed, especially after the nightmare he's just been through. He sighed and ran a hand through his bangs before dragging it down his face.

He listlessly followed the crowd through customs, presenting a fake passport and then dragging his feet into the lobby. Almost instantly he was swept up in a bone-crushing hug, waves of worry, relief and love crashing down on him.

"Trowa." He whispered, weakly returning the hug before doing what he could to silence his space heart.

"What happened? What's wrong? Why do you look like something the dog dragged in Q?" asked Duo as he placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder.

"I'll tell you all about it after I've had a long hot bath a few hours of sleep." Promised Quatre as he allowed himself to be steered out of the airport and into a taxi. He leaned his head against his lover's shoulder and drowsed, trying not to dream and fighting the urge to claw the imaginary needles out of his skin anyway.

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End part 2