Hate Fighting, Love Battles

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. It belongs to someone and someone else.

A/N: Haven't touched this in forever, R&R for inspiration please!

Chapter 1: Strange Meetings

Quatre ran into a back alleyway. OK, let's assess the situation, he thought, scrambling to keep his calm, I lost the other pilots, I don't know where I am, and about 50 Oz soldiers are on my trail.C'mon, long, deep breathes. Quatre heard the soldiers making their way down the alley. Stay put or run, stay put or…. Quatre's thoughts were broken as one of the soldiers pushed away the wreckage he was under. Looks like run, he thought rather sarcastically as he decked the soldier and once again ran. He entered the base. He looked up the corridor he was in, trying to find an open door. That's the trouble with this Oz bases, he thought with morbid humor, They have no trust; They keep their doors locked. Finally he ducked into an opensupply room. Here, he saw a girl packing a motorcycle down with supplies. She had long black hair and when she looked up, he was struck by sharp emerald eyes.

"Running from Oz?" she asked nonchalantly, mounting the bike. Quatre nodded, dumbfounded. "Hop on," she said. He just looked at her. She sighed. "Look I don't have time to explain, but I know exactly who you are, Gundam Pilot 04," she said, "You're just gonna have to trust me." He got on the back of the motorcycle. She sped off and soon they were on the highway.

"Where are you taking me?" Quatre finally asked.

"To my base," she told him, "You lost the other pilots right?"

"How did you know?" he asked, once again astounded.

"I was watching the battle," she said in the same nonchalant tone, "Sandrockwas shredded soyou left before the battle ended. When I saw you running from those soldiers, it was obvious what had happened."
"Oh," he murmered feeling kind of stupid.

They reached a small shack. What kind of a base is this? Quatre thought. She led him inside. He was surprised to see nothing inside except a control panel. She flipped it open and pushed a couple buttons.

"Stand against the wall," she said. He stepped back just in time. The floor dropped out and left a patch of floor about two or three inches wide. A few feet down was a platform. The girl leapt down to the platform. Quatre was shocked.

"Well come on," she said motioning to him. He jumped down. "Enter," she said. Just as she spoke the word the platform began to sink and the floor once again closed. As the platform went down, a large base was made visible. The girl jumped off the platform as it neared the ground and strolled over to where a boy was working on a large computer. The screen on the computer was so oversized Quatre could read it from the platform. He noticed that as he got off of the platform several of the people working there where staring at him and many of them were whispering to each other.

"Battles, your back," another girl with short brown hair and hazel eyes said, "Did you get the suppli-…." She trailed off when she noticed Quatre. Another girl look up. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Well look what Battles found," she said, "A stray gundam pilot."

"Shut up, Scythe," the girl, Battles, said. The girl addressed snickered.

"Wow I can't believe it's actually Quatre Winner," the girl with the short hair said. She stood up and walked over to him. "I'm Dagger," she said, "I see you already know Battles, and this is Scythe. Don't mind her. She's nice when you get to know her."

"I wasn't being mean," Scythe whined, "Just sarcastic. So you know Duo Maxwell right? What's he like?"

The boy at the computer finally looked up. He had black hair and dark eyes. "Would you two stop harassing him?" he asked, "We have work to do." He looked at Quatre. "I'm guessing you need a search done, right?" he asked. Quatre nodded. "I'm Trigger and I handle the information."

"Who are we searching for?" Battles asked, "All the pilots or one in particular?"

"I guess it doesn't really matter," Quatre said, looking down, "It's not like they care that I'm gone."

"Well that's a crappy little attitude," Scythe said, looking over her nails, "I mean they gotta care a little. You're their comrade." Quatre shrugged.

"What about Trowa?" Dagger said, running her hand down Quatre's cheek, "I'm sure he'd care." Quatre ignored the gesture.

"You guys are probably right," he said, "Trigger do a search for Trowa Barton. If I find him I'll probably find the others soon afterward."

"That's the spirit!" Scythe said, patting him rather hard on the back, "Sail on, matey!" Dagger and Battles exchanged annoyed looks.

"Well," Dagger began mischievously, "I guess I better show him around…"

"Aw hell no!" Scythe said, "I'm gonna show him around!" Fighting ensued. Trigger looked up angrily.

"Why don't you both go?" he said through gritted teeth. The two looked to Battles for sympathy.

"Just as long as you're both out of my sight," she said, not taking her eyes off the screen.