Disclamer: I do not own Gundam Wing and y'all can thank all your gods that that is so. =)

Title: Not for Long.
Author: Princess002
Pairing: hint of 1x2, 3x4
Rating: R
Warnings: well… it's a Deathfic. Goes off story so AU.
GW500 challenge #31-challenge
word count- 572

A/N this is actually for a GW community, but I also want to put it up here on
These are seperate storys and don't go in any paticular order unless i say otherwise...

have fun, read and enjoy!

He sat, looking off into the distance as he exhaled little puffs of steam. His dark eyes shone with a glean that can only be attributed to tears. His hands cradled a gun and occasionally he would look down at it instead of the horizon. He almost laughed. The horizon looked so beautiful. The sun was setting and across the snow covered lands, it shone almost pink from the color. Quatre loved sunsets. Even the war couldn't stop the beauty of the sun. How they had loved Earth; all of them. No, he looked down at the ground. Don't think about them. Don't think about anyone. 'Trowa was more partial to the sunrise.' His brain reminded him, 'while Duo favored the dead of night, and Heero liked midday.' "SHUT UP!!!" He screamed out. He fell to his knees from the swing. "SHUT UP!!" Images ran through his head of his comrades, and their everyday activities. Heero- always tapping away at the laptop. Duo- bugging Heero. Trowa- gazing at Quatre with love. Quatre- chatting with everyone.
He sat on the ground, in the snow and his body began to shake with sobs. He cried for Heero and Duo and how they never told each other their real feelings. He cried for Trowa and Quatre because they did reveal their feelings, but hadn't had the chance to revel in their love.
But most of all, he cried for himself. He was alone.
He began to relieve the battle scene in his mind. It started as an easy battle. Duo infiltrate, Heero guide him to a certain chip, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei were to keep any mobile suits at bay. They estimated there would be around 100 mobile suits based on the size of the base. It came to about 33 each and they knew that it was going to be hard, but feasible.
Unfortunately, there were closer to 200 mobile suits. And the extra hundred didn't rear their metal heads until after Duo was in the base.
Heero immediately called Duo back into battle, but as he was running back to his stashed Gundam, he was hit with about twenty bullets into his back. He went down hard and Heero had cried out over the monitor just one word. "Duo."
Heero began to attack fiercely and with a vengeance the other pilots had never seen. He then flew back into the trees where Deathscythe Hell was hiding and self destructed.
Quatre and Trowa each fell soon as well. There were just too many mobile dolls.
As Quatre's Gundam fell to the ground the last words he said were "Run Wufei. GO! Leave." He self destructed next the Heavy Arms and a large portion of the remainder of the army died.
Wufei had watched as his friends, his life, had died in front of him. He had then made the most challenging decision of his life. He checked his gun, parachute, and opening the hatch, he jumped, pushing the self destruct button and blowing his Gundam all in less than ten seconds destroying the rest of the ruined fleet.
And now he was here. In the cold. Alone. He looked at the now starry night, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. 'Not for long' He thought.
The last of the birds in the woods took to the air in flight as the sound of a bullet shot through the still night.

C'est tout.