Impossible

A Gundam Wing Fan Fiction

Rambled Off by The Manwell

Book One: PILOTS

Heero Yuy

Duo Maxwell.

I frown up at the smooth, boring ceiling of my room in the darkness as his essence crosses my mind. I haven't really allowed myself to think about him, not even when I'd been "borrowing" the parts I'd needed from his Gundam. In fact, at the moment, I ought to be focusing my attention on preparing for my next, currently undisclosed mission. But I'm in a bit of a funk and no one's monitoring me through a two-way mirror so I'll think about Duo if I want to, God damn it.

As soon as I make the decision to permit him free rein within my mind, he's there. The sound of his voice. The easy gestures. The large, dark eyes. I find it difficult to believe he's a Gundam pilot. I would have expected the L2 scientist to choose someone with a bit less... flare. Duo has this... presence. A long time ago, I'd heard the phrase "larger than life" but until I'd met Duo, I hadn't really grasped the concept therein.

I find it hard to believe he'd managed to make it all the way to my room in that Alliance hospital without setting off a dozen alarms and alerting security. That had been unexpected.

I feel my brows draw together as I take the time to recall the incident in detail. Hell, the whole thing had been unexpected. He'd probably knocked out or killed a guard in order to hack into the video surveillance unit just to let me know he was on his way to help. How had he traced me to that location, anyway? And why? He'd shot me, after all. So what was this new game of his?

I can't remember being more confused than I was at that moment. But I hadn't had the time to dwell on it. A few minutes later, he'd blasted his way into the room and it was suddenly time to stop brooding and start running. But I can think now. There's actually not much else for me to do at the moment.

I systematically list all of the risks he'd taken and resources he'd used to get me out of there. It had been a substantial operation. I wonder if he'd been ordered to go in after me. J might possibly have known about my incarceration, but it would have taken considerably more time to locate and deliver a mission to the nearest available operative: Duo. And I'd only been in Alliance custody for one night.

So he'd gone after me of his own free will.

Why?

Again, that one word. That one word that has the power to drive me insane if I don't distract myself from it. But it's impossible. I must know why Duo launched an unapproved rescue mission. He hadn't even known who the hell I was.

I sigh in perfect silence. I can't rationalize this. Nor can I figure out his motives for lending me the safety of his hideout. The best thing I can think of is that, somehow, Duo's instincts had told him to do that either because I could be a potential threat to his assignment or because he thought the gesture might win me over to his side. Still, that doesn't exactly explain why he didn't just leave me in the hands of the military. Or shoot me when he'd gone in after me. After all, soldiers – assassins – don't have "friends."

God damn it, why can't people in general be more like mobile suits? Then maybe I wouldn't be lying here mulling over something that will be no more clear to me no matter how many brain cells I exercise in its pursuit.

Damn. I hate the waiting. The cold, metal floor radiates its chill up through my sock-clad feet but I don't swing my legs up onto the bed. Even if it's cold, at least it's something.

I remember the adrenaline rush from the brief resistance I'd encountered when I'd entered Earth's atmosphere. I remember decimating my enemies. I remember I'd laughed. I can't remember the last time I'd laughed before that.

I close my eyes.

I sigh.

I really need to get the hell out of here.

And then, as if providence had heard my plea, my computer beeps and an incoming message begins to scroll across the screen. I'm on my feet and sliding into the chair opposite instantly.

"Target is North Pacific Ocean OZ Supply Base... Roger that mission."

Notes

This scene is taken from episode 5:

: Episode 5: Heero's lying on his bunk in a small, dark, windowless room waiting for a mission to come through.