Author's Note: Now for, yet again, more answers in this ever increasingly complex story. And yes, it will get more complex, just so you all know. By the way, I'm dedicating this chapter to Ghost-girl-13. Your powers of observation are most profound and you literally figured it out with so few clues. As for the rest of you, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: the usual sappy stuff you see in every other fic

Impossible yet Possible

It was quiet. Too quiet. Was he dead then? Knowing his luck, most likely not but one could always hope…

By the way, was Hell suppose to be this dark? He couldn't see shit. And why, oh why, was his head throbbing in pain? Wait, could a dead person even feel pain?

Oh great, he was alive. Whoopie. Once again he cheated death again. This was starting to get old already. Okay, so where was he and was he captured?

Wait…what was that? It felt wet…and cool. Was that water running down his face? He couldn't open his mouth and lick it up, there was somebody beside him, watching him.

Cracking his eyes open ever so slightly, he caught a small glance and managed to make out the outline of the person next to him. He was small…a lot smaller than he thought…wait a minute, it couldn't be…

He groaned aloud, creating the ruse that he was just waking up. It was a risky gamble, he could be in enemy hands but he didn't feel as if he were in danger though. At least not yet.

"Hey Wolf! He's wakin' up!"

That kid! The one he had bought the hat from no less! What was he doing here? And why was he taking care of him anyway? This wasn't like the street kids he grew up with. Maybe things had changed more than he thought.

He heard soft footsteps approach, signifying that "Wolf" was coming. Yet there was something about that, the footsteps. His eyes half-opened, he ignored the throbbing pain in his head as he turned his head towards the direction of those soft footsteps.

Then everything froze.

His eyes widened to their full extent, his mouth gaping, face paling, and anything else he wasn't aware of…wait, the pain in his head was striking him even more fiercely every second. But yet, he could ignore that at the sight that stood before. The impossible sight…

It was impossible. He shouldn't be there. He was dead! He had held his corpse in his arms! There was no way that those eyes…those green eyes…should be open and looking at him, life still in those depths. Was he losing his mind or was he really dead? But he looked older! And damn it, from this angle he still looked taller.

He gasped out the first word he could say. This had to be a hallucination…

"Solo…?"

The street urchin standing above simply smiled and kneeled down so as to be closer to the injured Duo. "Hey Kid."

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Quatre was worried. No more than that. There was no way to describe how he felt. Duo had yet to return and according to what Heero had said when he came back…

No…no, that couldn't be the truth. It was unthinkable. Impossible.

Ever since coming to L2, Quatre's ever growing respect for the braided pilot increased. Duo had grown up among such decadence and vice and yet he had managed to not only survive it but to escape from it. Compared to his own upbringing, Quatre didn't doubt that he wouldn't have lasted a minute here.

And now Duo was missing-in-action, probably dead. No, he wasn't dead. He couldn't die, not like that. Duo couldn't be killed off with a rocket launcher…okay, maybe he could, but that was not the point.

Duo Maxwell had survived gang warfare, poverty, disease, and the other elements of L2. He had survived not one, but two wars, being captured three times and yet still he lived.

He would survive this, of that Quatre was certain.

Duo would contact them, somehow, someway. And knowing Duo, he'd let them know in a big way.

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This couldn't be happening, and yet it was.

There he knelt, smiling down at him the smile he had thought he would never see again. The green eyes that looked down at him with fondness, the blond locks held in a ratty bandanna that was wrapped up to look like a headband. The scruffy clothes that were eternally dirty though the wearer didn't care about that. There were even holes in the jeans he wore. But yet the broad shoulders were still there, remaining the same for some strange reason. The skin, though dirty, was still miraculously healthy.

It was as if he hadn't changed a bit except get older and taller…

Wait, he was still taller? He'd have to compare heights later. He'd be damned if he was still shorter!

But back to the matter at hand.

"Are you…real…?" Duo spoke, still having trouble believing his eyes at this point. Maybe he was dead…

"In da flesh, Kid," Solo drawled, cracking a grin at him.

Still in a state of disbelief, he extended an arm out, laying his hand on Solo's cheek, trying to determine the solidity of the blond. Solo chuckled and laid his hand on Duo's, his thumb rubbing on the appendage.

"But…how?" Duo gasped out. "You died… I saw you…dead…so how…?"

Solo smiled sadly down at Duo. "Ya 'member Copy Chris?"

Duo's eyes widened. Copy Chris. The only other orphan around, besides Duo, who had been obsessed…yeah…with Solo. However, Copy Chris took it to an extreme, going as far to dress and act like Solo. Hell, there had been times when people had mistaken Copy Chris for Solo.

Which would explain something. Solo, if he remembered, had felt a little lighter when he had held his "corpse." Plus there was the scar Solo had that Copy Chris had tried to recreate on his own body…and hadn't done too good of a job at it.

But then…where had Solo been?

"Then where were you?" he asked, still trying to take that piece of information in.

"Caught," Solo answered simply. "Got put in an orphanage. Took me a while ta get out an' escape. When I did, I couldn't find anybody. I looked all over. I heard 'bout some kids getting' taken ta da Maxwell Church but by da time I got dare, it was bombed. I dot ya was dead."

That made some sense now that he thought about it. Rumors of kids getting sent to orphanages and the like were practically non-existent. But that would mean Solo had been on the streets, by himself no less, looking for them for months. Now that could bring tears to his eyes. And why the hell wouldn't his head leave him alone?! This was a sentimental moment and damn it, he couldn't be distracted from that!

Plus there was still the mission…oh crap, what happened? How long had he'd been out? How much had things changed? What about the other rocket?

So caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't heard the exchange between Solo and the boy. But he did attract their attention when he began moving to get up.

"Someding wrong, Kid?" Solo asked, frowning, as he gently pushed Duo back down.

"I need to go," Duo answered through gritted teeth as the pain in his head magnified. "I have a mission to complete."

"Mission?" Solo questioned. Looking down and taking in Duo's attire, the blond soon figured out what he was talking about. "Wait, when did ya join da military?"

"I'll tell you later," Duo answered as he struggled to sit up. "But right now, I've got to go."

"No way Kid," Solo stated. "Ya head's pretty busted up. Ya need ta rest."

"Later, Solo," Duo argued. "There's some guys out there with some really funky stuff. Very deadly and will kill everybody on this colony if used. I've got to stop them."

"Wat are ya talkin' about?" Solo asked.

"You know those rebels? Well, they stole some chemical weapons from the base here and are threatening to use them if the Earth and the other Colonies don't recognize the independence of L2. The Preventers don't want to risk a full-frontal assault on them until the weapons have been disabled. That's why I'm here. We got one but couldn't get to the other. It's only a matter of time before they decide to say 'screw it' and use the weapon."

"An' ya just going ta go in dare with a busted skull?"

Sighing, Duo answered, "If I have to, then yes."

Solo's eyes narrowed. "Alone?"

"What other choice do I have?"

"Ya not goin' out dare with a head wound alone," Solo stated, continuing before Duo could protest. "If ya have ta go out, den I'm comin' with."

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Katsaris glared at the now useless rocket.

Why, oh why, hadn't he considered this possibility? It had been one of the last things he had expected.

So there were some smart people in the Preventers, eh? Well, maybe not smart but definitely competent. It seemed there had been some changes since the Alliance.

Snorting, he turned around and left. There was only one course of action at this point. He was going to fire the remaining rocket. Sure, a bunch of people would die but if those idiots on Earth had really cared about the people on this Colony, then they wouldn't have stored their chemical and biological weapons here.

And yet, after everything that had happened, everything had gone according to plan. Phase Two was about to end.

Phase Three was about to start…