Arighty people, here's a new one. I'm not exactly sure where its going just yet, just had an interesting idea for the opening. So, here's the prologue for starters. More to come!

Oh yeah…I sadly don't own any Gundam Wing or anything associated with it. However, the ideas and original characters here are mine…bwah-hah-hah… :)

The rain was falling harder as he made his way quickly down the path. The trail twisted through the piles of scrap parts lying around the yard – his yard. He loved it, having something of his own. However, at the moment he wished that the trek back to the house wasn't quite so far. He would have just climbed over the junk like normal, but it was wet now and he would have just slipped on the metal.

When he got to the house at the back of the yard, he reached for the handle of the door, knowing that it would be open; Hilde never locked it when she was home. His hand stopped on the knob as his keen senses kicked on. Something was off; it was different. Different how, he wasn't quite sure; but it wasn't how it was supposed to be. Someone was there.

But there was no vehicle parked in the drive, except for his, and there were no tracks that would indicate one had been there. Even in this rain, some sign of travel would have been left – at least some sign that he would have been able to distinguish. And yet there it was, that feeling that told him to be on his guard.

Then he realized what had triggered his suspicion; there was mud on the threshold. Hilde had been home before it had started raining and never liked to go out in weather like this. Thus, it had to have been someone else, but who?

The brown-haired man reached back to grab his pistol with one hand as he turned the handle and pushed the door open. He silently said a prayer of thanks that he had kept his habit of always having a weapon on hand. Taking a step inside, he threw the door closed and spun to point his gun at the person standing beside the door.

The man was leaning back against the wall, his head hanging down. In his arms was a girl, unconscious. As Duo trained his gun on him, he slowly lifted his head and turned his gaze on him. Cobalt eyes looked wearily up at the former pilot. As he looked closer, Duo caught something, but it couldn't be there – not in those eyes. But it was there – desperation.

"Heero?" he managed to choke out, his aim lowering as he realized who it was. The look on the other's face didn't change, and he seemed to try to ask for help. Before he could ask anything, Heero's strength failed and he fell the floor, still holding on to the girl.

Duo ran to where he had fallen, pulling at his shoulder to turn him. Golden hair spilled across the floor as the other pilot's grip went slack and the girl slid from his grasp. Looking up from his friend, Duo caught a glimpse of her face before scanning her quickly to check for injuries. It was Relena; but how could that be? He hadn't heard anything about her being missing or even in trouble. And what was Heero doing here? He hadn't seen him in years and wasn't sure he was even alive anymore. Speaking of which…

Looking back down at his friend, Duo caught sight of several minor cuts and scrapes, but those didn't worry him. It was the deep gash down his arm and the bullet wounds that gave him cause for concern. Pulling him up by the waist, he started for the guest room down the hall opposite the door. He had to take care of him; he had come for help and that was what he was going to get.

"Hilde! Bring the medicine kit!"