Gundam Wing: A New Threat
By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)
Chapter 18: Dream's Over Sweetheart
Antarctica…
Tim had been sitting in the same cell, in the same position for the last three days. Not moving from the Jedi healing meditation he had placed himself in to try to heal from the rough beating he had apparently taken while he was unconscious. While no life threatening injuries were sustained, he sensed a couple of cracked, possibly broken ribs and several severe bruises. All in all, it was quite weak compared to some of the roughing ups he had taken while he trained in the Star Wars universe. Those had been administered by professionals, those were real ass kicking's, this was pathetic. Pathetic, but it got the job done.
He heard the cell door open again, as it had the last three days, but he did not stir. He had considered escape, but he had discovered his pistol, and light saber had been confiscated and he had been given a though shakedown. All he had was a small throwing knife that was secluded in his belt buckle and a lock pick that was hidden in his hair by his ear. That was a trick he had picked up from Duo. Even if he had a full arsenal, escape would have been difficult if not utterly impossible since the only choice for escape was the icy plains that stretched for miles and miles, a quick suicide, even for a Jedi.
He felt something sit down in front of him. He opened his eyes slowly. It was him, the simulagent sitting in a mocking pose of Tim's meditation position, with a new right arm. That pricked Tim's interest.
"How's the arm?" Tim asked, putting as much sarcasm as possible into his voice.
"Not bad, considering all the trouble I had to go through, no thanks to you," he shot back, his sarcasm matching Tim's.
"DG cells are most wonderful when used properly. Of course there are the side effects, but I have controlled them at a tolerable level," he sneered.
"How did you get those? The Dark Gundam was destroyed!" Tim exclaimed, praying this was some sick joke.
"Simple, Osama had some samples taken to be used in research for new mobile suits, here at this base the first fruits of that research are blooming. Guards, secure the prisoner, and bring him to me," he ordered.
The guards roughly shackled Tim and brought him to a conference room over looking a large factory area. The entire area was filled with serpent and Scorpio mobile suits. The only difference was that they were being grown, not built. Tim watched in amazement out of the floor a large blob began to form into a serpent mobile suit.
"Brain activities increasing…"
"See, simple, no moving parts and no workforce needed. And each of them is self recovering and self evolving for any situation they find themselves in. I plan on having the worldwide debut right on Myth Island. I do not expect anyone to survive," the simulagent said with a chuckle.
Tim knew he had to destroy this facility or at least get some sort of warning out to the rest of the Gundam Pilots in time. When the simulagent turned his back to him, he acted. He used the force to open the locks on the shackles and he smacked one of the guards over the head with it, knocking him out. He then whipped out the throwing knife from his belt and buried it in the other guards face, killing him. Tim then turned his attention to his other self. He ran over faster than the Invid could react and slapped the shackles over his wrists and around a pillar jutting through the floor.
Tim waved his hand in front of the enraged Invid's face. "Didn't see that did you?" He mocked as he ran out of the room. The Invid strained against his bonds, trying to reach an alarm as Dixie and the rest of the group entered the room. "Find and kill him, he must not get away!" shouted the Invid as Dixie and the others ran out of the room.
"Respiration increasing…"
Tim ran down the dark corridor following the directions he had gotten from the maps the computer had provided him for a route to the main power supply of the base. His first plan was to send out a warning, but the communications center was to heavily guarded for him to infiltrate, so instead he decided to destroy the base before any suits could be launched. It was a dangerous and foolhardy plan, but it was the only option. He would have to cross a bridge across a chasm and on the other side, the control room with the self destruct system inside it. He hoped that the 10 minute delay would be enough for him to locate a method of escape. He started across the bridge, which was a narrow, retractable model. He heard footsteps behind him and turned his head as the first bullet clanged next to his foot. Dixie and the others had caught up to him.
"Heart rate increasing…"
Tim sped up as his pursuers ran onto the bridge, firing as they ran. That's when the first bullet caught him in the calve. Tim stumbled as another bullet caught him in the back, shattering ribs and exiting out his side. Even as he crossed onto solid ground on the other side, another bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around and knocking him down. Dixie and the others caught up to him as he crawled still towards the control room, intent on completing the task. Dixie hit a control and retracted the bridge ensuring that Tim was trapped.
"Alpha waves are off the charts…"
Dixie then kicked Tim over and smiled as he withered in obvious agony. She and the others just snickered as she pointed her pistol at Tim's head. "Lights Out," she said as she started to pull the trigger. Tim swept his arm in front of himself summoning the last bit of resolve he could muster to deliver a strong blow from the force. The entire passage way filled with a wind that knocked Dixie and the rest right out the entrance and over the edge of the chasm. Tim listened as they cried as they fell to the bottom. A burning pain brought his attention back to himself as he realized he had not been fast enough. While Dixie had originally been aiming at his head, his last move had shifted her aim, and now Tim had to contend with a large gut wound.
"His vitals are all over the chart…what's going on?"
Tim used his hand to try to staunch the wound, but the flow of blood was just to great. He lifted himself off the ground and using the wall for support, slowly made his way to the control console. It was simple enough to remove the safeties and set the detonators to go off when the command was given. Tim was ready to hit the button when the intercom crackled to life.
"Stop! What are you doing! You'll Kill us all!" The simulagent screamed.
Tim just looked towards the monitor. "That's the point. You see the old saying "If you can't beat 'em join 'em" applies to you. You can't beat me, which I know is something you want to do very badly, and I am here dying. So now you get to join me. Its kinda backwards, but I have had a very bad day." With that, Tim pressed the button starting the countdown.
10 seconds… Tim slid to the floor.
9 seconds…
8 seconds…
7 seconds… "Heart rate dropping. He's coding!"
6 seconds… "300 volts CLEAR!"
5 seconds… "No good, hit him again CLEAR!"
4 seconds… "Tim, don't die on me, please!"
3 seconds… "Huh, I could have sworn I heard Dorothy," Tim thought.
2 seconds… There was always something I wanted to say to her.
1 second… Dorothy…
0
The blast wave tore through the base faster than anyone could have escaped. By the time the blast wave hit Tim. He was already dead and somewhere else.
OR was he?
At least that was what he was asking himself.
He was standing… somewhere.
It was all white, but it sure wasn't the pearly gates. Granny wasn't doing PT, like the jodie said. There was nothing there. Or there hadn't been.
Two doors had just appeared out of thin air. Tim was puzzled at this and to add to the mysterious mood, came a mysterious voice.
"Which door will you choose? Which path will you take?"
"Huh?" Tim said. "What door…what path?" he said confused.
"The door to your left will take you to your rest; the door to you right will take you along the path of hardships and tears, & its end has yet to be found," replied the mysterious voice.
"I've always been a glutton for punishment, and that whole rest thing sounds like giving up to me, I choose the right path," Tim replied.
"You have chosen wisely, you now return to your world." said the voice.
"Huh what do you mean…" exclaimed Tim as the light got brighter and brighter, blinding him…
Suddenly the most hated of all songs started playing so loudly that Tim jumped 3 feet into the air, give or take half a feet. Considering all the wires and tubes stuck to him, he probably could have gone higher. He hated Reveille.
"Pay up Sal; I win." gloated Jason, who was smirking at Sally. "You said he could hear us but wouldn't react. I guess now I can take credit for a new Treatment."
Tim saw Jason walking around his hospital bed, which by the way he had no idea how he got into in the first place. If he hadn't been incinerated, he could have bleed, froze, or fallen to his death. Tim tried to rip the boom box that Jason was carrying out of his hands, but nothing was happening. He was starting to get confused.
"What's happened to me?" Tim said, amazed that his own voice sounded that it hadn't been used in a long time.
"You've been in a coma since Afghanistan, almost 8 months ago," Sally said.
"That's not possible. You mean to tell me everything that happened to me was a dream," Tim almost yell, if somewhat hoarsely.
"I'm afraid so, but disorientation is a side effect of long comas, so we'll try to get you up to speed as fast as possible. In fact I think we can start now,' Sally said as she looked towards the doorway where Dorothy was standing.
Tim could tell that she was trying to decide weather to walk over to him, or to just throw her into his arms. Which he wouldn't mind, but to his disappointment, she chose to walk over.
"They said you were awake, I hope I'm not bothering you," she said as she leaned down over the bed.
"Huh? You bother me? What a joke!" Tim laughed; glad to feel his voice getting stronger.
"I'm going to let everyone know you're awake. Dorothy, please keep an eye on him," Sally said.
"Ok," said Dorothy, and after Sally had left the room, she turned back to Tim.
"Timothy, they said you kept trying to say something while you were unconscious and it was about me, do you remember what is wa…WOAH," Dorothy exclaimed as Tim pulled her down and planted probably what was the best kiss they both had ever shared on her lips.
When they came up for air, Tim just said "I'll let you figure the rest out," and with that pulled her into another kiss, which was interrupted by the click of a digital camera.
They both whirled towards the sound only to find Jason pumping his fist in the air and doing a victory jig.
"I did it; I now have irrevocable proof that Dorothy is not the ice queen. Ha ha ha!" Jason exclaimed. "Wait until Matthew sees this!!!"
"Oh YOU will be changing your mind after I'm done with you, you little voyeuristic sneak!" yelled Dorothy as she began to move off of Tim.
Jason, seeing that this was his cue to exit, beat feat out of there. And Tim seeing Dorothy was going to most defiantly chase his ass down, he reached and light grabbed her arm.
"Wait one moment… get me a wheelchair," Tim said with a smirk.
Everyone was walking down the hall towards the medical wing, chattering about how good it was for Tim to be back amongst the living, when Jason tore by them.
Everyone was like "HUH?"
"HE went left Dorothy, LEFT," they heard shouting just as a whirlwind flew past them, leaving them with but a glimpse of Tim in a wheelchair, whirling a fencing foil over his head, with Dorothy pushing. "Get back here and take it like a man!"
Relena turned to Col. Une. "I guess its back to some resemblance of order now," she said.
Col. Une just smirked. "Well until Matthew returns…getting everything back into order will be a good distraction," she responded. "He should be coming back, if I'm not mistaken, within a few days."
"I agree," said Relena. "Oh my dear Matt, hurry home," she swooned.
The End…for now…
AN: Well did you see that one coming. Well nether did I. I don't remember where I got the whole dream thing, but it seems to have worked out. If anyone gripes about the minor discrepancies that this could cause in other stories, Please. Exercise the right to remain silent. I hope the other stories will get updated soon, If you have any ideas for stories, let me know.