Author's Note: Here's one last chapter for the holidays so Merry Christmas to all. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language, graphic violence, death

I Will Never Surrender

Solo thrashed about, much to Yun's delight, trying to escape the torture that Yun was forcing on him, struggling against the tentacles that restrained him. Yun enjoyed every second of it and more as the sight of his prey writhed in agony, serving only to inflame Yun's arousal, his sadistic needs being satisfied and demanding more. More, huh? He could always use more…

He grounded his tentacle into Solo's face, getting the satisfying reaction of Solo's body convulsing while ignoring smell of acidic fumes as his specially produced acid ate away at Solo's clothes. But it was over too soon, much to Yun's disappointment. Solo's body fell to trembling before falling still, not even twitching a muscle. His arousal's shot at glory was stymied, his tentacles loosening their holds on Solo's limbs and torso; now he just felt a void in himself, a void that he had the irresistible need to fill somehow.

Oh well, he just had to go find someone else then. They should be more entertaining than this. Needless to say, Yun had completely forgotten about his orders to bring Solo back alive.

Removing the tentacle on Solo's face, Yun blinked in surprise as he caught a blank look on Solo's face, the amber eyes staring at him with a deadness that Yun couldn't begin to describe.

"Moron," Solo deadpanned, much to Yun's shock. "It's gonna take more than that ta kill me."

Solo wretched both of his hands free, one of them grabbing a hold of the tentacle that had been on his face only seconds beforehand, the other hand grabbing and forcing open Yun's mouth.

"Taste of your own medicine?" Solo commented lightly as he shoved the acid dripping tentacle into Yun's mouth and down his throat. Yun's eyes bulged in agony as his own homemade brand of acid slid down the rest of the way into his stomach, eating away his insides in the most painful manner.

Suffice to say, Yun may have been a sadist but he definitely wasn't a masochist, answering the one question that has been on the readers' minds since the character was first introduced.

Solo's squeezed tighter onto the tentacle, forcing more acid out of it and into Yun's body, ignoring the frenzied movements of the rest of Yun's tentacles as they tried to tear him away from their weakening master. Slowly, their frantic movements slowed down until they stopped moving altogether, telling the blond that the ghostly boy he was holding was no longer among the living anymore.

Without so much as a care, he shoved the corpse away from him. Wow, now that was a bit strenuous. Not the physical activity, mind you, but the acting skills he had to employ so that he could get close enough to Yun. He would have done worse but logic had to come into play, all so that he could avenge his hair! The ratasshole deserved worse for that alone…

He hadn't been afraid of the acid itself, no sirree. He was invincible, remember? The only harm that had come to him, other than that small bit of hair being pulled out, was not to his unblemished skin but to his clothes that he found himself groaning over. He was going to have to replace this outfit now. Sheesh, didn't those assholes have any consideration? At all? Otherwise, he was one hundred percent okay.

"Hey blondie!"

Solo's left eye twitched irritably. It couldn't be. As he turned slowly around, he found out that yes, it could be. There stood Mobias and within his grip was Ms. Eyebrows who the flame wielder was holding like a hostage, his hand sparking with small flames close to her face.

"What are you doin'?" Solo sighed, clenching his fist in preparation of a fight.

"Ya know this little bitch was watching you?" Mobias drawled. "Is she your sugar momma or something? Your girlfriend perhaps?"

Solo frowned. "What da hell are you on?"

Seeming a little put off by Solo's lack of response, Mobias threatened, "If you ever want to bone your blow-up doll here again, you'll just stay right there and let me burn you to crisp or that's what I'll do to her."

"Go ahead," Solo replied, ignoring the blonde girl's indignant glare and Mobias' look of utter shock.

"Now that's just cold!" Mobias blurted out.

"Why da hell would I want ta screw her?" Solo said scornfully. "I'll admit, she does have a nice rack, but c'mon!"

"I'm right here, you know," Dorothy growled, glaring daggers at the blond.

"And nobody's talkin' ta ya so shut it," Solo replied cheerfully.

That was when Dorothy shoved Mobias away from her, Mobias' flames having extinguished themselves a while ago and marched over to where Solo stood and shoved her finger onto his broad chest.

"Well excuse me!" she seethed. "Maybe I should just be a sack of potatoes or something for all I mean to you!"

"But ya don't mean anything ta me at all!" Solo exclaimed.

"So that makes it all right?" Dorothy shrilled. "You take my friend hostage, make me buy you clothes, destroy my home, nearly get me killed, strand me in the middle of a desert, and is it too much to ask that you at least try to put in some effort on protecting me when my life is in danger? Is that too much to ask for?!"

"I was there for all that crap, ya don't have ta repeat it ta me," Solo muttered, scuffing his foot in an almost sheepish manner.

"I saw you save Catherine!" Dorothy continued. "And you just met her!"

"Hey, at least she has more ta talk about than how I ruined her life and can throw a knife," Solo defended. "That's more than I can say of you."

"Why you—" Dorothy began but was cut off as Solo suddenly shoved her away just as a fireball crashed onto the very spot they had been standing.

"Did you forget I was still here?" Mobias deadpanned.

"Kinda," Solo said, scratching the back of his head. "You're a very forgettable person, ya know that?"

"Don't go pissing off the homicidal maniac," Dorothy warned, a bit miffed about being shoved so rudely away.

"I show you forgettable!" Mobias roared, ignoring Dorothy altogether as he formed a massive fireball between his hands.

"Can't ya come up with anything else?" Solo complained. "No wonder yer second rate."

"Second rate?!" Mobias shrieked, his eyes flashing orange in anger. With an animalistic snarl, he shot his fireball at the blond, who dodged nimbly, the fire exploding upon contact with the ground.

"C'mon, I know ya can do better than that!" Solo taunted mercilessly.

Mobias only growled as he extended his fiery whip again, the long string of fire disturbing the earth as Mobias flicked it towards Solo. Rolling his eyes, Solo, somehow, grabbed a hold of the end of the whip with a hand and sharply pulled it towards him, causing Mobias to fly through the air towards him. Solo just leaned out of the way and held an arm up, clotheslining the flame wielder.

"Damn, what happened ta ya?" Solo asked nonchalantly as he picked Mobias up. "You're more pathetic than usual." With a punch, he sent Mobias flying away and into one of the many demolished stalls.

Fire exploded into a large pillar that went straight up into the sky, hitting the Ferris wheel above, but not moving it an inch, and Mobias emerged from the flames, all reason gone from him. With an insane fervor, Mobias sent fireball after fireball at Solo, the blond nimbly dodging them by jumping side to side of each fiery blast as he made his way towards the boy, faking a yawn as he closed the distance between them.

If there was one thing that Solo had figured out about Mobias, it was that he was predictable. How he had come to this conclusion, he did not know, but he supposed it must have been due to having just fought two back-to-back fights with two others who fought with different strategies, one of the two actually knowing how to fight as well.

Mobias was nothing; Solo knew that now. Despite his powers, Mobias was just a loser through thick and thin with the ego the size of the Grand Canyon. Now it was just a matter of the blond forcing this truth down Mobias' throat whether he wanted it or not. Maybe he would choke on it…

Dodging one last fireball, Solo was within arm distance of Mobias and he took advantage of this fact. In a second, he had closed that distance to a few inches, his hands slapping down on Mobias both sides of his head. Ignoring the flames that were licking at his clothes, he uppercutted a dazed Mobias, sending the guy flying high up into the air only to descend back down to the unforgiving ground. As soon as Mobias impacted, it seemed like he had one last trump card as he let loose all the fire he had at his command, forcing Solo to back away quickly with a leap.

Now that had been unexpected. Flames ate up the air and spread everywhere, licking at the branches and roots that were keeping the Ferris wheel up in the air. As for the wheel itself, it had taken a direct impact from the flames and quite a few of the metal bars were beginning to melt. Stubbornly getting back to his feet, Mobias stepped out of his inferno, pissed as hell. The flames engulfed his body like an aura that continued to force Solo back a foot at a time due to the intense heat.

Whether or not it was the sound of crackling fire in his ears or something, Mobias didn't hear an ominous groaning sound from high above but Solo certainly did. Looking up and scanning the sky, he smirked and glanced back at Mobias one last time before leaping back again, getting quite a ways from him. He landed, strangely enough, near Dorothy whom he grabbed a hold of for some other strange reason and took another leap backwards.

Mobias had caught this and even from the distance he stood at, Solo could see the other grinning smugly. "Figured out you can't win?" he taunted.

Solo snorted and shook his head. "Why don't'cha look up, dickhead?"

Frowning, Mobias did so only to take on a look of surprise and realization. The branches that were holding up the Ferris wheel had caught on fire and were starting to loose their hold. As for the wheel itself, too much heat had done too much damage to it and it was just about to break apart and collapse.

Which was precisely what happened.

The center of the Ferris wheel caved in on itself and broke off, causing the effect of the rest of the metal that made up the large wheel to follow. Seeing that he was standing, literally, directly under it and there would be no way for him to get out of the way, Mobias shot a last burst of fire up to try and stop the destroyed wheel's descent but he was too late. He was only able to slow the metal down but it wasn't enough as it crashed into the ground and blocked Mobias from view, his screams covered up by all the screeching sounds of metal colliding with both earth and more metal.

Solo shoved Dorothy down and covered her using his body, protecting her from anything that might bounce off in their direction. Slowly, the racket died off and when Solo was sure, he stood back up to his full height and rolled his shoulders, reveling in the sounds of his joints popping. Dorothy caught herself staring up at him and couldn't hide a blush from staining her cheeks as she stared at how handsome this unlikely hero looked.

Solo promptly spoiled that image by opening his mouth. "Ya just gonna sit there and stare or are ya gonna get up?"

Blinking, Dorothy instead asked aloud, "Why?"

Frowning, Solo repeated, "Why what?"

"Why did you…protect me?" Dorothy clarified, her voice having a wondering quality to it.

"Ya asked me earlier if it was too much ta protect ya if you were in danger," Solo shrugged, "plus ya did buy me and Duo those clothes, so…"

"You mean you did that out of personal obligation?" Dorothy gaped.

"Pretty much," Solo said, clearly not getting what Dorothy was at.

Turning away from Solo, Dorothy crossed her arms and huffed, sticking her noise up in the air as if she was offended, much to Solo's confusion. Shrugging, Solo just resigned himself to not trying to understand how a girl's mind worked and began walking away.

Hearing footsteps walking away from her, Dorothy whirled her head around to see Solo leaving her there. She stared for a few more seconds before she scrambled back up to her feet and chased after him.

"Hey!" she called out after him, miffed.

"What?" Solo sighed, glancing back at her.

"Do you honestly think you're just going to leave me here?" Dorothy demanded bitterly. "After all you've done, don't think I'm just going to let you leave my sight for an instant! You hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya," Solo grumbled. "Don't ya have anything better ta do?"

"Thanks to you, no," Dorothy answered.

"Fine, it's your funeral," Solo replied grouchily.

"Lover's spat?"

The new voice startled both of them and they both looked towards the source to see a crimson-eyed Duo with a bandage on his forehead giving them both a cheeky look.

"Fuck off," Solo growled.

"Whatever, blondie," Duo dismissed, ignoring Solo's bristling. "We got to go and Trowa agreed to give us a ride. He and Catherine are waitin' for us so hurry the fuck up so we can get the hell outta here before more of them come."

"More of them?" Dorothy repeated as she hurried after Solo and now Duo as the two took off again, Duo in the lead.

"Yeah, there's plenty more where these assholes came from," Duo said, "and if we wanna live some more, the sooner we hit the road the better."

"What about Relena? And Heero?" Dorothy asked, bewildered, trying to grasp onto something that at least made some sense to her.

"Don't know, don't care," Duo replied cheerfully without looking back at the girl. "If they're smart, they should be long gone by now and if they aren't, too bad so sad, they're holding us up and we gotta get moving. Besides, they're probably safer if we aren't with them anyway."

"How can you be so callous?" Dorothy exclaimed.

"I just get up in the morning and it's all natural," Duo shrugged, coming into sight of Trowa's RV where Catherine was waiting just outside of it, one of her arms covered in bandages that Solo visibly winced at.

"You guys are just full of surprises, aren't you?" Catherine called out to them. "Hop in and you better have a good reason for all of this. You just made me and Trowa unemployed, you know that?"