Author's note: Okay…well, it's obvious people must really want me to update this, neh? Sorry got the long wait people—I got really sick for two days with a killer migraine and had to kick back and do nothing but feel miserable. Pretty pathetic, hai?

I feel guilty now if the story gets bad uu… Thanks to all of you who reviewed—that's the most I've ever gotten (I think).

Note: Heero's not going to be Hiiro Yui because if I do…my sister will never let me hear the end of it. Plus, it kind of will get confusing to me since I've used 'Heero Yuy' in basically all of my stories.

BTW, those who liked the stories title, it's not mine (did I mention this from before?). It's a song by an old group called 'Cracker'.

Well, here you go people, the next chapter to…

Can I Take My Gun to Heaven?

Gundam Universe; near the L1 colony cluster

Heero winced, jerking his Gundam on impulse out of the path of fire from the enemy. He didn't have time to grip the abdominal wound he now sported and that was now currently bleeding freely in zero gravity.

Leave it to the Preventer's to leave it to the pilots to take care of the many problems in the universe, not that they didn't try hard or anything. Une was probably one of the hardest workers any one (other than Quatre, considering that both Quatre and Une seemed to enjoy sleeping in their office) of the pilots they had ever seen. Une, Relena, Quatre, and Sally seemed to live and breathe for their jobs.

Only a few hours ago they had learned of a new threat, something called the 'Oracle' run by a cloaked woman who claimed that they had the right to take over this world and the colonies.

Duo had commented on bad guys never having any originality, Trowa shrugged, Relena sighed heavily and bit her lip, Heero stared blankly at the television, and Quatre reacted much like Relena while wondering if they could all just get along. Wufei was off with Sally, the other pilots thankful since it was a woman trying to take over the colonies and Earth.

A sudden and strong blast from behind sent him careening forward and out of his thoughts; hitting his forehead roughly on the screen, which crackled and sent electricity sparks flying at him. He growled, turning his suit around and raising the buster rifle to fire at the enemy now attacking Quatre in Sandrock.

"Thanks, Heero." Quatre said as he wiped a small sheen of sweat off his forehead and sighed heavily. The enemies were out of sight on the radar, yet the blonde still felt edgy about something. "Hey, Heero…"

"Look out!" Duo Maxwell, another pilot of the five, shouted as a black dot flashed towards Wing Zero and Sandrock.

A laughing voice rang in Quatre's head, reverberating in his mind. "Did you think you could possibly win against me!" More laughing followed this statement and both Heero and Quatre saw a face flash across their minds.

Prussian eyes widened, blood pounding in his senses as a great flash of light hit both him and Quatre, pulling them roughly from their suits.

"Quatre!" Heero shouted, noticing bright red lights, as everything seemed to freeze. Their Gundam's were on self-detonation mode.

Heero pushed Quatre further from his suit… and then everything went black with that mysterious voice still cackling in the depths of his mind…

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Quatre felt something wet creep down his face and was instantly on alert, and worried as to what the wet feeling could be from. He wondered about the others, hoping Heero was all right and sighed with exasperation mentally. It was his entire fault this happened, if only he had…

More wetness on his face stopped his train of thought and he cracked one of his turquoise eyes open, hoping that he and Heero hadn't been captured. Another wet drop of something splashed on his face and the blonde smiled in relief. "It's only rain…" He murmured, prepared to think everything was all right until he realized something important which caused him to jerk upward with shock. "There's no rain in space!"

Lightning streaked across the sky and lit the scenery for a few moments, the deep rumble of thunder reassuring the shaken pilot they were no longer in space, or the colonies. Lightning storms were rare out in space, coming little to no times at all. Quatre had been told by his father that too many accidents and problems for the maintenance crews could occur.

"Heero…?" More thunder and lightning was his only response, the only lights nearby coming from a house not far from them. Rain began pouring harder, making streams of water pool down towards him.

Quatre looked hard into the water, noting that some of it seemed darker than normal. When another streak of light flashed across the sky, Quatre's eyes widened with fear. It was red, blood red. "Heero!" He screamed into the night, cupping his hands to try and make his small voice echo farther. Thunder drowned out his voice, crashing madly at him.

He winced, rain now stinging his eyes as he tried to make his way up the hill and fell, his shoes not having very much traction on the wet surface. "Aah…" He looked at his knees, blood rivulets staining his tan pants and made sure nothing was seriously damaged. "Heero," he whispered, "where are you…?"

Was that Quatre calling to him…? Heero distantly wondered, feeling wet all over. His body wouldn't move and whenever he tried to breath, a damp substance rushed into his mouth before receding and leaving just as quickly as it came. He groaned, and tried to get up to survey their surroundings, hoping Quatre made it out of the blast all right.

In truth, he somehow knew he wouldn't be able to make it up to even sit in an upright position. His back burned, feeling like it was on fire and something continually striking his back didn't make anything feel better though his body relished the cool feeling of…rain?

He collapsed once more, feeling light headed and knew that damned abdominal wound from the fight was to blame for it. His eyes were half lidded, no longer having the strength to keep them open any longer. He wondered when he had opened them in the first place.

Consciousness slipped through his fingers like the pouring rain…

Quatre recognized the unmoving lump as a body, Heero's body to be exact and his eyes dilated. So his assumption was correct on the state of the reckless Wing pilot.

"Heero!" Quatre scrambled up, slipping a few times but his fast reflexes catching him before he hit the ground. Falling to his knees, he shivered as a strong wind blew against them, the cold seeping through their flesh to their bones.

With quivering hands, Quatre managed to check on Heero's pulse. He frowned, eyebrows knit together with worry. It was fast but weak, his body weak and exhausted from the fight as well as whatever that 'voice' had done to them.

"This is all my fault…" He mumbled, managing to turn the brunette pilot, friend, and comrade over onto his back before fumbling his limp arm around his shoulder. He stumbled to his feet and looked around in the pounding rain. He shook his head, trying to clear his hazy vision and get his bangs, which were plastered to his forehead, over of the way.

"There!" Quatre managed out, moving slowly and cautiously towards the bright lights that seemed to be a ray of hope in the dark.

He managed to make it to the house in one piece, glad the road he had crossed had no traffic or they may have been victim to a vehicle accident in the stormy weather. Heero was freezing like he himself only colder, still bleeding from his numerous injuries. The injured pilot didn't even have enough strength to shiver. He rang the door bell, praying that someone would be home—or be kind enough to let them in.

The door opened and a blast of heat and bright light hit both of the bedraggled and weary teens, making Quatre look up with a pleading look in his eyes. "Please…" Since when was his voice so raspy? He swallowed heavily, looking back at the shocked blonde.

"A-ah…Can I help you?" Her voice was soft, a note of natural kindness in it that seemed to stay even despite her shock and confusion.

His empathy abilities could see that she was shocked beyond belief, emotions fleeting away as if she was about to faint.

Her eyes seemed to be waiting for an answer while taking the state of the two teenagers in, keeping her eyes on Heero longer to see if he was sleeping, dead, or unconscious.

Quatre wiped some raindrops from his bangs once more and winced when he shifted weight away from his aching knees. He calmed himself down, having to try and speak again as he decided to clear his throat first this time. "Please…help us…?"

TBC

Author's note:

Yeah, it was weird and crappy… BTW, the bad guy (girl) 'Oracle' will be an original character tied in with a not-original character. Thanks for the Japanese names by the way!

Thanks everyone for the great reviews as said previously! Sorry the chapter was so short, but I still hope y'all liked it!

Comments and suggestions or feedback is always loved with a hug from my teddy bear and me!

Liebe, Red Tail