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I state for the record that I don't own Gundam Wing, or the wonderful characters that will be gracing this story. . . I do however lay claim to Ensign Saratone *again*, and I use him here purely as a replacement for your average Nameless OZ Minion. Other Characters I lay claim to are Faye Bloom, the wizened old man, Chang Xiao Fao Lan, and the Angels.

Let's just say . . . when my writer's block breaks, it's like a dam breaking . . . [shakes head slowly and winces]

Parings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3, 5xM, 6x9, 13xUne. OdinxHelen

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"Speaking"

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Writing/Dream sequence

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For The Grace Of Knights And Angels

By Doctor Megalomania

Arch One: Bonds Made And Renewed

Part Two: Astonishing Assembly

"Oh, this had better be good."

Duo growled as they drove back to the Preventers HQ. Wufei leant an elbow on the doorframe as he drove, the sunshine still as warm as ever as it poured down on the open-top four-wheeler jeep. "If it's ghost and zombies . . ." His front seat passenger complained, "So many people are gonna die . . ."

"I'm sure it will be something that will uphold your interest . . ." Wufei assured his annoyed partner. "Besides, Trowa's gonna buy us all drinks tonight . . ." He turned a corner, and the large building came into sight, "If it's boring you can drown your sorrows . . ."

Duo snickered as Trowa turned away from the backseat window and glared at Heero over Quatre's head, "Since when did you take anger management?"

Heero shrugged, and continued to fiddle with his laptop, Quatre chuckled and leant forward, "For once . . . A tab and I don't have to pick it up!"

Duo turned in his seat and peered over his sunglasses, "Don't worry . . . just to make sure we don't get absolutely plastered, you can always take us out to dinner too!"

Quatre shook his head, as Wufei took another turn and drove into the parking lot.

Noin was waiting for them when they exited the elevator.

She handed them a dossier, "Gentlemen . . . this may come as a shock but, counter to belief and scientific explanation, the dead are rising."

"Don't tell me you've fallen for it as well!" Duo scoffed, as he passed the folder over to Heero. The short Japanese officer snapped the elastic seal on it, and opened it. Inside, there were numerous pictures of various former dead plus their former records. Some of the apparent dead looked fine, slightly older than their last pictures, they looked as if they had lived rather than died. Heero frowned as he flicked through the loose pages.

"It's not possible." Duo said, with a hidden edge to his voice, "The dead stay dead and there is nothing you can do or say to make them come back."

Quatre rested a hand on his shoulder, as they took another turn heading to the medical laboratories. "We'll get to the bottom of this." He looked at Noin, "What proof can you have for this?"

Zechs opened the door to the clean sealed doors. The young Preventers took off their jackets, in exchange for laboratory jackets. The blonde haired man had his long mane pulled back into a loose ponytail. He motioned the folder, "In that folder, there is a file of a man I thought died over four years ago . . . The first man in the wars to give his life for the Sanq Kingdom . . . He was the one that allowed me to set foot in a palace I hadn't been in since I was a child. That man was called Otto."

The doors shushed open.

"He died in the Tallgeese, he couldn't handle it very well . . . But it was through his sacrifice I overcame my fear of it." Zechs stopped at a bed, on which a tall Oz uniformed soldier sat, having his blood pressure taken by Sally Po. "I buried his body . . . myself . . ." Zechs stared at the man, who stared back at him with barely contained surprise. Zechs reached out and grabbed the man's large hand, "And yet . . . here he sits . . ." He turned to the five young ex-pilots, "This is one of my finest officers during the wars, Otto." As the other blushed slightly, Zechs turned slightly, and motioned over to another bed, another Oz officer stood leant against the bed, arms folded. The man was wearing the colours of a pilot/mechanic, and a set of goggles pushed his hair back over his head. "This is Ensign Walker, who introduced me to the Tallgeese. He died, I believe, when Heavyarms and Sandrock met for the first time."

Quatre and Trowa exchanged a look, as Walker pushed himself off the bed, and walked over. "So . . ." The man glanced between them, a little bit of admiration in his intense eyes, "Which one of you was Zero Three, and the other Zero Four?"

Trowa inclined his head, "I was the pilot of Heavyarms, Zero Three."

Walker nodded, and glanced at Quatre, "So you were the apologetic fighter . . ."

"What?" Duo growled as Quatre paled visibly. "What do you mean?!"

Quatre stuttered, "Early on in the wars . . . I . . . when I met Trowa for the first time, there was one mobile suit, the leader of the battalion . . . and I said I . . ."

"Was sorry for my death." Walker nodded, his stance softening, "Although since I'm alive again, and the war is over . . . you don't need to look so scared . . ."

Zechs nodded, "These are the fine young men we fought against . . . but inevitably owed our freedom too . . ."

Walker and Otto stared at them for a moment longer, before Sally broke the respectful silence. "Well . . ." She turned to the former-pilots, "if that isn't proof enough—"

There was a shout from the next-door laboratory, and a crash, followed by some muffled heated demands. Sally rolled her eyes.

"There are some people who really want to meet you . . ."

"Where are they?"

"Get that thing out of my arm, man!"

"What in the seven circles of hell?! You call this testing?! Even lab rats get better treatment, imbecile!"

"What kind of equipment do you call this? This is Stone Age!! The WHEEL looks more advanced than this!!"

"Obviously you haven't got a clue what the hell you are doing, give that to me!"

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

Sally pushed through the double set of doors to the sight of several disturbed looking assistants, a bemused looking Une, her laboratory in a complete state, and five very angry, very cranky old men.

The five young Preventers stopped dead in their tracks, as Noin and Zechs walked further into the room. "Here!" Sally barked as she started to usher half her assistants out the room, and directed the other sturdier half to start cleaning up, she turned on the five idiosyncratic doctors, "Here they are, okay? Please stop destroying my lab!"

"Lab?!" Professor G picked up a scanner, and held it up, and started inserting random wires into its machinery, probably just to

annoy her, "You call this museum a lab?!"

"You die for three years . . ." Doktor S frowned at a nearby computer display; "You come back to life for some unknown reason, and find that scientists are back to using stones and sticks!" As Master O nodded his head in silent agreement gravely, S levelled an accusing eye at Sally, "Do not tell me you believe the earth is flat, woman, for so help me I will shoot you!"

Professor G nodded competently, an effect spoiled as the unfortunate scanner blitzed out. Doctor J clacked his claw irritably, shaking a blood sample at a young nurse, the poor young man's eyes wide. "This is how you take a blood sample; it's quick, clean and efficient. It may cause a little more pain to the patient but medicine and science is not about making people feel all happy-happy-joy-joy!!" He turned away from the young nurse and muttered to Instructor H, "This is what we died for? This scientifically backward cesspit?!" He turned on the nurse who was rapid making his way out of the room, and yelled after him, "What kind of Medical School did you go to?! One where they used finger puppets?!"

H rolled down his sleeve and looked to the door, and smiled, "Ah . . . gentlemen . . . our protégées have finally arrived."

 The five cranky scientists stilled and faced the five shocked Preventers in the doorway. Doctor J smiled benignly, "Well . . . Heero. Isn't this nice?" He nodded, "There we were on the Libra, shutting down the mobile dolls, facing down Quinze bravely, I was shot, and then I believe G . . ." he glanced at G, and motioned his fellow doctor to continue.

G grinned ferally, "I punched the last command button, and blew us all to hell . . . like you five have failed many times to do in the past . . ." The five old men chuckled at the sick joke, before G continued, "Now? Now something or someone is bringing some of the dead back to life, namely those who were murdered, or died unjustly or before their appointed time, in an attempt to round up weak willed soldiers to assist in the destruction of the earth . . ." He stared at the former pilots, "Well? Any questions?"

She blinked, and looked around. The building wasn't at all familiar. She shuddered, as the lift continued upward. Glancing around she saw all her wounds were healed over, her clothes in the same condition before the attack as if it had all been a bad dream. She pulled her mother's gypsy shawl tighter around her shoulders, and paced forward, some ingrained sense telling her where to go.

Her bangles seemed thunderous in the business environment, and she tried to ignore the strange looks she got as she walked around the corner.

The middle-aged woman, sitting at a small clean desk, was short, and plump. She smiled slightly, trying not to let her confusion show as she approached the secretary. "Hello."

The woman looked up from her paper work, and frowned, "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Triton Bloom."

The woman's face didn't show any signs of recognition at the name, and she could feel something in her mind whisper that that was the wrong name. She glanced at the door on the closed office.

Capt. HEERO YUY

Com. DUO MAXWELL

Com. TROWA BARTON

Com. QUATRE R. WINNER

Capt. CHANG WUFEI

"No . . . he doesn't know that name now . . ." She smiled, and looked at the woman, "I'm looking for. . ." 

Duo raised his hand.

Doctor J nodded, "What?"

As Quatre pinched the bridge of his nose, and Wufei sighed and folded his arms; as Heero glared coldly at J, and Trowa closed his eyes and dipped his head, Duo asked sarcastically; "Are you always the bearers of bad news? . . . Don't you ever bear nice things like . . ." Duo shrugged, "Lambs being born, or children finding a shiny new pebble to play with . . ."

Far from the snippy comment he was expecting, Duo was shocked as the scientists looked at each other fondly, and then G hobbled toward him, the same limping gait still in his step. Duo stared at the old man, before he shuffled slightly closer, and Duo found himself staring shocked into thick grey hair. He felt G tighten his hold on the former pilot, as the old man murmured, "I'm so glad you haven't let me down." The old man sniffed, and leant back, his old eyes slightly glassy, and crinkling the skin in the corner of his eye, as he tried to make it look like he wasn't at all near tears, "You've done well . . . Defeating everything to get to this point in peace. I'm proud of you, Death."

Duo blinked, and gritted his teeth for a moment, before glancing at Sally, "Are you sure this is--?"

"Positive." Sally cut him off swiftly, "They can access their own protected files, they pass all fingerprinting, all DNA, and retina . . . they even, like the others, know what happened right up to the moment of their death."

Duo looked down, and clenched his fists, "I'm not sure I believe all of this . . ."

"That's all right . . ." G shrugged a shoulder, "You've got a year before whatever it is attacks and kills us all . . ."

Walker nodded, "What they are saying is true."

The small group of people continued along the hall at a fast pace, Walker the only one of the recently dead Sally allowed out of her department. The five former pilots were stonily silent, disbelief clear in their expressions. Walker sighed, "I know you don't believe me but . . ."

"It's not so much we . . ." The fourth pilot, Walker frowned as he tried to recall the name not the designation. The war was over, it was finally over . . . he had to get into that mode of thinking if he wanted to fit in. Walker glanced at the other pilots as the fourth, Quatre, tried to gather his thoughts, "It's just a lot to believe . . . the dead rising from the grave and some evil to befall the earth. It's something out of fiction landing right in our laps . . ."

Walker nodded, "I guess it is quite a lot to believe . . ." He snorted and glanced at Zechs, the man he'd always known, turned into someone he'd never believed he'd see again. The prince of Sanq. He shook his head, "Although it's a lot to believe that peace has been truly attained . . ." He smiled, "It will take time for me adjust to you guys being allies as well . . ."

The blonde headed boy nodded, "True . . . very true . . . one sounds like a dream . . . the other . . ."

"A real nightmare." Trowa murmured, the green eyed former pilot was leant against the wall of the elevator and turned his head away as if he hadn't spoken. "Our stop."

The doors shushed open, and Noin held her foot there as the five boys walked out, "Walker will fill us in . . ." Une nodded her agreement, as Noin continued to issue orders, "You try to pull up a few more files, see if anyone else close to any of us is back . . ."

Wufei nodded, and turned to leave, the others following in his wake.

Duo glanced back furtively as he watched the doors slid closed. When they were shut, he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling. He knew that Walker wasn't going to have an easy time of it, and that Noin, Une and Zechs was going to pummel the information out of him until he either broke and told the truth, or proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that this prophesy was true. Not that it could be true, he amended silently, it was probably just some clever scientific trick cooked up by some wacko with some megalomaniac claim on the world, Duo stretched and then snorted, "This is bull."

Wufei glanced behind him at Duo, "And it's our job to prove it."

The others nodded, as they rounded the corner, and came across Mrs Maratha. She blinked and smiled at them, "No new messages, and a visitor."

Heero blinked, "Visitor?"

She smiled nervously as she answered Captain Yuy, "For Commander Barton."

Hands shifted to holsters as Heero glanced at Trowa, the jade green eye was narrowed, "You expecting visitors?"

Trowa shook his head silently, and the five moved toward the room.

She was sitting in Quatre's chair, facing Trowa's desk. She was leafing through Quatre's photo album that he kept on the shelves. Her back was to them. A gentle smile graced her lips as she traced a large picture of Trowa and Quatre together, and ran her finger along the inscription.

"Who are you?"

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And Now It's Time to LEAVE IT TO DOCTOR MEGALOMANIA!!!

DrM: Konnichiwa!! [cuddles readers] thank you!! You've reviewed and that makes me feel happy!!

Wufei: [walking in and glances at unconscious Heero on the floor, still handcuffed to desk] ONNA!!

DrM: [whirls and turns on Wufei] BAKA!!

Wufei: [eyetwitch] what did you call me?

DrM: [folds arms and looks away] I called you an idiot, you idiot. . . because you are an idiot, and you are mean to me!

Wufei: when have I EVER been mean to you?!

DrM: [points at authour's notes for gundammit]

Wufei: that's a completely different universe!! [kicks DrM's swivelly throne of evil] now, who's the Baka?!

DrM: [changes subject] anyway, what do you think . . .

Wufei: I think it's a pile of Peacecrap.

DrM: [ignoring him, smiles charmingly at readers] . . . minna-san? Is it good enough to continue with?

Relena: Did someone mention my name?

DrM: [restrains self] why . . . hello, Relena . . . [gnashes teeth] how are you today?

Relena: I'm wonderful, perfect in every way!

DrM: [thinks to self] must remember to be nice to Peacecrap Onna . . . have made promise to Bluegoo not to Relena-bash . . . Must remind readers to review . . . please review and tell me what you think . . .

Wufei: [Thinks to self] Justice. Honour. I am Wu-man, hear me roar. Megalomania Onna is a Baka. Kisama.

Heero: [though unconscious still, thinks to self] Am I captured. . .? [tries handcuff, thinks] The third Federation Navel Hospital, district J-B South . . . 50th floor, Intensive care unit . . . [frowns] otherwise known as DrM's Author Notes . . . Crap.

Relena: [thinks to self] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Heeeeeeeeeeeero. Come and Kiiiiillllll meeeeeee.

Everyone Else: [thinks to self] Heeeeeeeroooo . . . Go and Killlllll heeeeeer!!