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Really, I have nothing to say. No excuse. Absolutely none. I just, lost interest, I guess. I've started about eight other stories, and really, I have more inspiration for those than this at the moment.

Moving on, I got a large amount of votes in for 2b, so that's the way the story goes. I was actually kinda hoping for that one, but I couldn't let go of the other notions. I had this line in my head that would not leave, 'Wufei! What the hell did you do to my Gundam?' That, sadly, would have given her away and been dependent on choice 1. Also, I didn't get any flames about Quatre's behavior last chapter. It was a shock, because if I was the one reading, I would have cooked the Authors butt so fast…

So anyway, the sixth chapter of Gundam Pilot 05 is finally here.

An uneasy feeling had been building in her stomach ever since she'd seen Barton hurry in carrying Winner. The boy hadn't been sick, not really, though he looked it. Pale, clammy skin, flushed neck, muscles limp and loose in unnatural sleep. The nurse in her screamed to demand what had happened, what in the course of ten minutes could bring a healthy young man to such a state.

And then it had clicked, like some kind of lock coming undone in her head. Explanations of power from Rei; the uncanny perceptiveness of the Senshi to know when one of their own is in danger; the unsettling feeling of having foreign fingers touch your soul; and the whispers from her Master that the Professor had acquired a special boy.

Empathy.

The word rang in her head, picture coming into focus. With it came the implications of 04's power, the meaning his symptoms could have. And what, in connection to her, it meant. He's dead. The thought ran circles in her head, chasing everything else away. Her love, who she had calmed, had tamed, and in return he had set her free and wild. Dead. As in gone forever.

It was then, in her room, that a noise interrupted her depressing thoughts. Footsteps, two pair, rushed and loud passed by their door. Startled into standing she opened the door to look outside. She caught the tail end of Maxwell's braid swinging around the corner. And something swelled in her.

Hope.

The Gundam hanger was absolutely silent, and Heero half expected the entire team to be there anxiously waiting. But that was illogical. Grunting as he reached over the body in his arms, Heero slammed his hand down on the hatch button. It hissed as it opened, depressurizing the seal meant to keep out the death that was space.

Standing up unhindered (he hadn't had the time or the room to strap himself in, and he had the dislocated shoulder to show for it) Heero wrestled Wufei into a fireman's carry over his good shoulder, grabbing the cord that he used to lower himself. He hit a dilemma then. It would not carry the weight of both of them, and even with the Gundam crouched the ground was too far to jump with Wufei on his back.

"Wufei!" Heero looked across the hanger to see Quatre running up to his Gundam, looking worried and pale, but definitely better than he'd last seen him. Duo was on his heals, quick eyes assessing Heero's situation even as he ran.

"He needs a doctor." He informed them, his way of figuring the team's medical condition. They could go on missions, they couldn't go on missions, or they need a doctor.

"Well a nurse will have to do." Heero frowned as he realized he'd over looked Tomoe again. "How are we getting him down?" She sounded calm, but her face was tight and her fingers were twitching.

"We'll have to send Heero down first and Tomoe, you're the lightest, so you go up and bring him down. Both of you are slight, and the cable should handle it easy." Duo spoke up.

"Winner, I need you to run and get Makoto. Tell her to bring all of my emergency supplies here, and then find Barton and gather as many sheets as you can, as well as water, both hot and cold. I'll have to treat him right here." Heero was on the ground by then. Tomoe strode quickly up to him, nodded thanks, and then grabbed the cable. She continued talking. "Maxwell, I need you to turn the lights up, all of them. I'm going to need to be able to see. Yuy, stay right there. I want you to catch him if I drop him, or if the cable brakes."

Heero stood still and watched her, wondering if she had ever lead a team before. She certainly acted like it.

Worry.

Frustration.

Fear.

Tomoe was a flood of emotions, all of them negative. Quatre was disoriented, off balance. He couldn't find his center in this whirlwind of feeling, and he felt like he was drowning without it. The world existed only in the color of emotion, and he felt like thirty new colors had just been invented.

Wufei was hurt. Tomoe was stuck on that, her focus only on helping him. She was frustrated and afraid, she didn't know if her skills were enough. She kept her mouth stubbornly closed though, even if Quatre knew she wanted to ask for help. He knew then, with the certainty that he had known Wufei was in danger, that Tomoe loved Wufei.

Hotaru, Quatre corrected himself, because after this he knew she deserved to have formalities dropped. He didn't understand how she could love a man she'd never met, but he couldn't dispute the feeling coming off of her in waves. Quatre watched as she moved to a burn wound in Wufei's side, and felt the sudden stab of anger, sadness, and guilt, even if her professional face never dropped.

It's too much! He wailed mentally, emotions everywhere, assaulting his senses until it was only that. He couldn't get his barriers back up, couldn't find the balance. He felt like a child again, before the Professor had taught him control. He was being suffocated by the enormity of it all, he couldn't breathe.

Calm washed over him, sweeping away the chaos. Quatre felt himself surface from his space heart and have his normal senses thrown back at him. Blinking suddenly seeing eyes Quatre found himself practically clinging to Heero. Logic wound its way back into his brain, and Quatre concluded he must have sought out the only emotionally 'stable' person in the room. Heero must have taken the hint, because the other boy's arm was wrapped around his shoulders, hand resting on his chest above Quatre's heart.

A quick glance up to the side found Heero's expression unchanged, eyes fixed on Tomoe -Hotaru- working. Quatre didn't dare dig to see what Heero was feeling, not in this state, and instead turned to the others. Duo was throwing them a bewildered look every minute or so, and Trowa's gaze settled only long enough to check that Quatre was okay. Kino gave them a confused glance before returning her attention to Wufei, and Hotaru was oblivious to all other interaction.

Satisfied that he could be of no other help, Quatre leaned into Heero and began to rebuild his walls.

I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. To my once faithful audience, I hope you have found this and it meets your expectations. I feel really bad about letting you down. Please review. Also, pairings close this chapter, so last chance to tell me who you want with whom.

Thanks to all of my reviewers! Sorry I'm not taking the time to answer, but I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. Thanx again.

TS