I have some good news! One: this is the last chapter! Yay! And Two: I'm out of my writers block. Double yay! And Three: I know what to do for Trowa and Quatre's, but not Wufei's...Anyway, I hope you like this and I'm REALLY sorry it took so long. And this chapter is dedicated to Sutoomu, cause she's been there from the very beginning.

P.S. Sorry about the other chapter it had said I put up, I accidently put a chapter that was supposed to be in my other story on here. Sorry about that. :$

Lowe The voice. My sister always refers to them as "Yuy" and "Lowe" and it just now occured to me to do the same.

(Of course there's a scream.)Lowe shookhis head. (Classic.)

Heero chuckled as Odin's team stopped and faced the door the scream had issued from. The room behind the door remained silent before there was a loud thud and the sound of something hitting the door. Odin motioned to one of the men and he stepped into the center of the hall, aimed, and shot out the lock on the door. He finished and the door swung open to reveal the room inside.

A man was standing in the center of the room and a figure was curled in a corner in the back. The man had greasy, black hair that was plastered to his head and cold, black eyes. A chair was on its side by the doorway and one of the legs was broken.

"Who are you?" The man turned full around to face the group of men and Heero. Behind him, the figure had sat up and Heero could see her light brown hair fall across her face onto her shoulders. The girl's heavily bruised face lit up as she saw Heero and she staggered to her feet. The greasy-haired man glanced behind him and then around at the person that had caught his captive's attention.

You probably don't want to be standing here right now. Heero commented as the man's hand moved casually to his hip. Not a good place.

(What?) He glanced at the man. The man smirked and pulled a gun, aiming for Heero. Heero threw himself flat as the greasy man fired. Odin returned the fire as Lowe rolled to the side.

Told you. Heero smirked and stifled a yawn. Lowe, meanwhile, was leaning against the wall and gasping.

"Heero, don't move." Odin glanced quickly at his son. "Your mom'd kill me if something happened to you."

(That guy just shot at me!) Lowe nodded absently at Odin and watched as the team gathered around the door. The floor tilted and Lowe sighed as Heero took control. Heero glanced around, his mind racing to find a plan. (You weren't finding one when I was in control.)

That's because you couldn't have done anything I would have planned. Heero's gave rested on the M-16 laying where his voice had dropped it in the center of the doorway. He watched as one of the men leaned around the corner and pulled sharply back as the man fired. The bullet hit the far wall, leaving a small hole.

(What are you doing?) Lowe asked apprehensively as Heero shifted his weight around, (Remember if you're shot, I die too!)

Odin seemed to have figured out what Heero planned as well and he stiffened. "Heero, don't-" Too late, Heero had darted forward. He jumped, grabbed the gun off the ground as he passed, and rolled. He slid to a stop next to Odin and pulled the rifle's strap over his shoulder. Behind him there was a line of holes on the wall, still smoking from the bullets making contact.

"Heero," Odin stared at him for a minute as he reloaded the gun, "I told you not to move."

"Heero's not here, can I take message?" Heero turned.

"You're 'the other one'?" Odin's eyes narrowed and he said, "Don't get him killed."

Heero glanced at him in amusement and turned back to the door. The team was looking at him in shock as he moved to the edge of the door.

"Send the boy out," The man's voice shouted, just as Heero reached the door. "Send him out or the girl dies."

Heero stepped out into the doorway with his hands in the air and the gun in its strap on his back. The black-haired man pointed the gun at Heero as he stopped. "Put the gun down. Over there," Heero did as the man indicated and tossed the gun to the side, "now, come here." The man waited until Heero was right in front of him and then poked him with the gun. Heero stopped and the man looked him over.

(Do the bad guys always have to examine you?) Lowe shifted uncomfortably, (It's weird.)

You think this guy's normal? Heero didn't move as the man looked him over, always keeping the gun in his stomach. Now I feel like horse.

Lowe laughed and the man looked into Heero's cold, Prussian blue eyes. He only held Heero's "Death Glare" for a moment before he dropped his eyes. He-he, coward.

"Who are you?" The man asked Heero.

"Heero Yuy."

"Heero Yuy? He's a politician, you think I'm stupid?"

(Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?) Heero repressed a snort of laughter and stared at the man. The man's eyes narrowed and he stuck the gun in Heero's face, "You're too gutsy, kid."

And you're too ugly, but I still don't see what this has to do with anything. Heero continued to stare at the man. The man scowled and cocked the gun, "You're gonna die here."

There was a noise from behind Heero as the man's hand tightened around the gun. Heero waited a fraction of a second more, and then knocked the man's hand aside. The gun fired and the bullet ricocheted off the corner and into the man's leg. A/N: Physically possible? I have no idea.Heero grabbed the gun and twisted it out of the man's hand. He aimed the gun at the man's head and the greasy head froze. There was a bang from a gun and Heero spun to face the corner by the door as the man fell. Relena was standing with the smoking guard rifle in her hand.

Well, that was unexpected, Heero observed as Relena dropped the gun and covered her face with her hands. Heero hurried to her side as she sank down, shaking.

(Is she ok?)

Heero nodded, It's just shock and fright. You take it from here.

The ground tipped and Lowe was in control. (How did you do that?)

I have no idea. But I wish I had known how to do it earlier.

(Me too.) Lowe mentally glared at Heero as Relena began to sob. Heero put an arm around her and she leaned against him, sobbing harder into his shoulder.

Want me to look away? Heero asked, watching his friend in amusement.

(Shut up.) Lowe patted Relena awkwardly on the back. (What about Dad's team?)

They're making sure the man's dead. Heero turned away as Relena's sobs stopped.

"I just killed someone," She gasped, "I just killed him."

"Self-defense." Heero smiled at her, "You killed him so he wouldn't do anything to you, right?"

Relena sniffed and nodded, wiping away the tears. You should kiss her, Heero said, still turned away.

(What?)

You heard what I said, unless you don't want to in front of everyone? Heero laughed, Coward.

Lowe felt his face start to redden and he glared at Heero. (You're a jerk.) A/N: Sooo, it's kinda a girly reaction. Oh well.

"Heero, let's go," Odin tapped his son on his shoulder, "Or whoever you are."

"It's me, Dad," Lowe stood up and helped Relena to her feet.

"Are you alright, Relena?" Odin asked kindly. Relena nodded and smiled shakily at him, careful not to look at the dead man in the center of the room. Odin nodded and motioned for his team to follow him. He led them into the hall and back the way he and his team had come in. As they were going down a flight of stairs, Heero felt the ground tip.

(Oh, come on!) Lowe sighed as he lost control. Relena gasped as his body collapsed suddenly to the ground. (What the-? Heero?)

"Hey, I don't know what happened." Lowe looked around to see a boy who could be his twin standing next to him.

"We're not in my body!" Lowe looked around to see Odin and Relena over his body. He was looking down on them. "What happened?"

Heero shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe I'm going back?"

Lowe stared at the other boy for a minute. "Maybe…So, what happens to me?"

Heero shrugged, "Maybe you'll go back to your body."

"Way too many 'maybes' here." Lowe turned to face his other self. "Well, I hope you are going home."

"It's so sentimental," Heero laughed, "Duo would be disgusted."

Lowe laughed and glanced back at his body. "I still wonder what happened."

Heero shrugged and his eyes widened as he jerked back a step. "I think I'm going. Bye, Lowe."

Lowe turned in surprise to see Heero smiling at him with his hand out. He smiled back and took Heero's hand, "Tell Duo I said hi."

Heero nodded and saluted Lowe as he faded away. Lowe sighed as his friend disappeared and looked down to see his body zooming closer. They were both going back.

Heero blinked awake in a dimly lit room with a white ceiling. He shifted and sat up, rubbing his face. A loud snore made him spin to see Duo with his head over the back of a seat, sound asleep. Heero watched him in amusement for a minute and then laughed and Duo twitched and sat up. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and stared at Heero.

"Heero? You woke up! I thought I'd given you a concussion!" Duo jumped up, smiling.

Heero shook his head, "Hey, Duo, Lowe says hello."

"What? Who's Lowe?"

"Heero Lowe," Heero watched his friend for a reaction and saw Duo's jaw drop. He stared at Heero in shock, "You-?" The door opened and cut off Duo's sentence. Quatre stood in the doorway with a blanket in his hand.

"Oh, Duo, you woke up," he set the blanket on the end of the bed and turned to the braided boy, "how's Heero."

"I'm fine, Quatre," Heero waved at the blonde boy, "a little tired, but fine."

Quatre's face brightened as he saw the pilot sitting up in his bed. "Good. You've been out for a week."

Duo ran to the door and bellowed, "HE'S UP!" A few minutes later and Trowa entered, followed by Wufei seconds later. Heero nodded to them and smiled at his friends' concern. He looked around as his laptop beeped andflipped it open. There was a new email and he opened it.

His eyes widened as he read the letter:

I got hold of your email adress somehow and I think it worked. Let me now if it did. And don't forget to tell Duo I said hi. This is kind of random, but Dad still hates you cause you put me in danger and all and I hate you now cause it's embarrassing.

Lowe

I have another prolouge thing like at the end of my last one, should I put it up? (Plus, I need help with Wufei's story.)