Here is a reposting of a fic I first published back in 2002. I'm actually still working on it today, but 2 1/2 volumes and 48 chapters later, I'm very near completion.

Since so many reviewers helped in pushing along this fic, I wanted to post up the finished results here at plan is to put up all the chapters one at a time, a few days or a week apart, to be a reminder to me to finish the last couple of chapters I have to go.

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As always, I don't own BGC 2040 or the characters within. They belong to others, such as AIC and ADV films.


Another Fortunate Accident

A Fanfiction of Bubblegum Crisis 2040 by Analogk37

Ch. 1: "Friendly Fire"

Henderson had prepared an exquisite meal to celebrate the defeat of the gigantic military boomer. Afterwards Nene and Mackie had left fighting about manners again followed shortly by Sylia saying she had some 'business' to attend to. That left the two remaining Sabers with some quality time to themselves, neither apparently in a hurry to leave. They sat alone on the pool deck of the Lady 633 building, the thin silence between them evidence of their quiet introspection. Linna Yamazaki stirred her drink with a thin straw, her own thoughts reliving the whirlwind of events of the past day. Going home to old, familiar problems with her family only to be called back by the needs of her friends here in Tokyo... her new family in a sense, she realized.

In the meantime, Priss Asagiri's thoughts flowed into the new words of a song she had been working on. Somehow her soul felt at ease here, even though most of her creative work was accomplished in her trailer of a home, or her usual solace in the megalopolis around them… on her bike. She stole a glance over at her teammate… her 'chosen' teammate… apparently lost in her own thoughts as she continued to stare into her drink. A small smile crept up towards her face… only to be cut off by the expressionless mask she constantly wore. Linna might be her teammate, and perhaps even someone she could call a friend, but Priss wasn't about to outwardly show if she felt anything outside of a "Thank You" for her help.

The woman stirring her drink thought back to her own friend that had pulled her from another arranged date back home. She was torn at the time, but now felt as if she had made the right choice. A question popped into her head, as the singer across from her became the sole focus of the woman's mind. "So… did you miss me?" Linna half-joked with her.

The mask stayed intact despite Linna's warm smile. "Not really," Priss answered flatly. "Nene could've handed me a battery pack and gotten blown out of the sky all by herself."

"Hmmf… be that way. See if I ever try and scrape your butt off the pavement again!" Linna scowled, frowning furiously.

Priss looked a bit taken aback by her fellow Knight Saber. Why does she always take things so seriously? Deciding on a more neutral tact, Priss recalled an earlier topic of conversation. "So how were your parents?"

"They set me up again," Linna responded sullenly.

"How was he?"

"He was…" Linna blushed slightly recalling the blond haired man. "… really gorgeous…and extremely kind as well."

Priss smirked briefly before her face turned neutral again. "So why didn't you stay then?"

A look of surprise flashed across Linna's eyes. She glanced briefly at Priss with a confused face, then bowed her head before answering. "I guess… I told him that I had found what I was looking for here in Tokyo." Linna looked up into Priss' eyes with a smile that appeared laced with suggestions, or at least that's the impression Priss felt as she quickly broke off the direct contact.

Recalling the "thank you" that Linna had given her earlier in the evening, fresh questions came to mind. Priss wasn't exactly sure what Linna had meant by that statement, but she wasn't about to ask her in front of the others. But since they were alone now… "Um… you mean the Knight Sabers, right?"

"Of course! Why, what did you…" Linna started before the awkward tone of Priss' question dawned on her. She blushed furiously at the implied meaning, uncertainty halting her mind as forgotten questions regarding her true feelings resurfaced.

Neither woman spoke as distant sounds of the busy city beneath them echoed off surrounding buildings and onto the pool's surface. "Can I get either of you another drink perhaps?" Henderson's approach had gone unnoticed by either Priss or Linna, as both were lost deep in thought.

"Yes, please," Linna responded quickly as she cracked a stress filled smile.

"And you Miss Priss?" he asked, filling Linna's wineglass once again.

"No thanks."

The noisy city filled in the empty space once again as Henderson left the two Knight Sabers alone to their thoughts. Linna finally decided to start off again, desperately trying to thaw the ice between them. "Besides, I'm just not ready to settle down now anyway."

"Why is that?"

"My parents just want me to squeeze out a house full of grandchildren for them to spoil."

"Have something against children?"

Priss' line of questioning threw Linna off once again. Will she ever stop needling me? she scowled inwardly, and a bit outwardly too.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way," Priss apologized, wondering why she even cared if Linna was upset anyway.

"No, it's okay. I really do want to have kids. A part of me has always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or sister. So, when the right … " she paused, considering the right words "… situation arises, I'd like to have more than just one."

"So you do want a 'litter' of your own, don't you?"

"Well, when the time is right," Linna answered with a smirk. "But, right now all I want is to kick some boomer butt better than you!" she challenged, standing up from the table with a raised fist.

Priss stood up and faced Linna wearing a small grin. "You never give up, do you?"

"Damn right I don't. Not now… not ever!"


Sylia's secure com frequency chattered to life as the fixer's face displayed on the screen in front of her. "So what do you have this time?"

"I'm short on time right now so I'll try and keep this brief. You obviously know about your father's old lab facilities right?"

"Of course I… wait a second." Sylia closed the channel for a moment to read the flashing warning coming from a separate display off to the side. "Damn, why now?" She clicked the frequency back on again. "I'm sorry but I'll have to get back in touch with you later."

"What's wrong?"

"Duty calls. I'll get back to you through the normal channels."

"Fine."


The fixer stared at the static for a second before letting out a sigh.

"What happened?" asked a voice emerging from the shadows.

"One of your boomers just screwed up the plan. Apparently there is a rouge boomer that the ladies must deal with right now."

"When can you set up another meeting?"

"It's out of my hands at the moment, but I'll see what I can do to expedite things."

"See that you do." A deep frown covered Brian J. Mason's face as impatience ruled his emotions at the failed setup attempt. Time normally wasn't a very generous commodity. I suppose after planning seven years, a few hours or even a few days aren't too much to wait for a revolution Mason consoled himself.


Nene stared at the computer screen, unable to clear the image of Mackey from her mind. "Why does he have to be so young?" Shaking her head, Nene resolved to at least answer a few questions that were bugging her. "Well, here goes ten years in the big house if I'm caught. Display Stingray family…" she started before a special beeping noise distracted her from the task at hand. "Now what?"

Picking up the communicator to her ear, she answered the call. "Yes… OK, I'm on my way." She threw on some clothes while planning out the fastest route to the rendezvous point. "Computer off," she commanded on the way out the door. Oh well, I'll have to finish this in a little while. I sure hope this is a quick one the blond haired Knight Saber thought to herself. Hey, what am I worried for? We just took out a military boomer with only two of us! With all of us this time, one little office boomer shouldn't be a problem at all.


Flying high over MegaTokyo, three bright lights flashed from rooftop to rooftop. "Hey, this one's close to work," Linna laughed as she bounced off the top of the Hugh Geit building.

"It's over there!" Nene pointed out, zeroing in on a rising plume of smoke from a building two offices over.

"Let's do this quick and get it over with," Priss added. The three sabers landed on the roof as Nene scanned the area.

"The ADP still isn't here yet and there are a couple of people still in the building. The boomer is two floors down from here."

"C'mon then! Let's go!" Linna shouted, flying off the edge and into the smoke rising out of the broken windows.

"Hey, wait up!" the Red Saber shouted, following close behind her teammate.

"Status report," Sylia's voice chimed in over the helmet's com system.

"The boomer is two floors down. Linna's engaging now," Priss reported calmly.

"Good. Listen Priss, hold off and back Linna up this time. I want to see if she can handle it on her own."

"Why? Are you trying to replace me?" Priss parried as she followed Linna and Nene's lead off the roof.

"I'm more concerned with the repairs your suit needs after the beating you took earlier. But, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were actually worried about Linna beating you out."

"I see it!" Linna interrupted, ignoring the banter. "It hasn't mutated much yet. This'll be a piece of cake!"

"Linna, be careful!" Nene cautioned, watching the Green Saber charge in through the smoke directly at the rampaging boomer.

The rouge monstrosity shifted its burning eyes towards the newcomers. However, some of the basic programming remained intact despite the corruption spreading from its core. Thus, a familiar voice, at least to one of the Knight Sabers, flowed through the burning office. "Employee's have been on break for an extended period of time… this must be recorded in your files."

Linna stopped her charge just short of the target, feet frozen to the ground just as the pale feminine face of the boomer became visible by the fires in the confined office space.

"Linna, what's wrong?" Nene cried frantically.

"This boomer… I know this boomer… she's… she's the accounting manager from my work!"

"Damnit Linna, it doesn't matter! Smash it!" Priss yelled out as she flew in the window behind Nene.

Linna still couldn't move, paralyzed by the thought of attacking something… no, someone she knew, even if she had gone rogue.

That was all the time the boomer needed, tentacles exploding out of its right arm. "Employee's who do not return to their workstations should be punished," it announced. Grabbing the immobile green hardsuit, the boomer flung Linna across the room and through a computer terminal, sparks flying wildly through the air.

"Linna!" the two sabers shouted in unison as their fellow Knight crashed headfirst into the far wall, the boomer still not releasing its grip on her.

"Priss!" Sylia shouted over the com channel as the blue saber started a charge.

"I'm on it!"

"No, I'm closer!" Nene interrupted, crouching in tight with the boomer. "Eat This and Die!" the teenager screamed as she fired a series of darts into the beast's now mutating back.

Still holding Linna, the boomer pointed out its left arm in response to the meager attack and fired out a tendril towards the red saber. Too close to dodge out of the way, the impact from the blow knocked Nene into the charging Priss sending both crashing into a wrecked computer terminal.

"Damnit Nene, stay out of my way!" Priss yelled, struggling to free herself from the entanglement of wires and cords from the terminal.

A scream blared over the Knight Sabers com channel for just a second before a static filled crack ended the transmission.

"Hang on Linna!" Priss shouted frantically as she was finally freed from the confining wires with a rip of her hardsuit's arms. Nearly tripping over the wobbling form of Nene on the ground, she shouted out her battle cry, arching her right arm back in attack position.

The boomer recognized the threat for what it was. What was left of it's initial programming, more advanced for the office models, adapted accordingly. Not built with any defense mechanisms in hand, the boomer simply used what was available.

Through the smoke, Priss could barely make out the boomer as it turned towards her, standing its ground. Arm already cocked back, she screamed to warn hell itself of its next inhabitant, eyes closing reflexively from the intensity of the attack. She threw the punch down at the core, fist impacting, as the knuckle-bomb exploded with a gratuitous pop… except something didn't seem quite right… Priss felt short of where she thought her target was.

Her eyes opened to the sight of green and red spattered on a blue armored fist. "uhhnnn…" a weakened groan filled Priss' ears as she looked up into the orange helmet of Linna's hardsuit. "…oh my god…"

"PRISS! Priss, what the hell just happened to Linna! Her suit's showing a breach and her vitals just plummeted!" Sylia shouted out. Silence was her only answer

The boomer released its grip on the 'shield', letting the prone form of Linna to fall deathly into the arms of the Blue Saber. Satisfied that appropriate reprimands had been dealt out to the offending employees, the boomer turned towards another workstation. "Where is your master… this will be recorded in your file!" the beast billowed out smashing the computer into pieces and moving onto the next cubicle.

To be continued…