Title: Quiet Prayer

Author: Karina

Rating: PG

Pairing: Wu Fei

Notes: Challenge 226. Baby Series 4 #134. Takes place approximately twelve hours following Dragon's Song.

Spoilers: None

Warnings:

Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this et of fics.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.

Title: Quiet Prayer

'Jesus...save us all."

It was chaos. Utter madness.

He ignored the quiet prayer in favour of watching the screen. He had said his own prayers to his Ancestors hours ago, when the first layers of windswept water had frozen into fantastical shapes. Freezing sea water turned to ice, coating the superstructure of the docks with an ever thickening layer. Fantastical forms were taking shape before his stunned eyes, sometimes solidifying and growing more fantastic as it was coated with water that froze layer upon layer. Most often though, it broke away, freezing spears of death and destruction.

The wind was the warrior, mad, insane, chaotic in its fury... And the ice shards were the spears, weapons that slashed and pierced and impaled anything in its way.

How long the cameras would continue to operate was debatable. Not too much longer, he thought, given the ferocity of the still growing storm. It was twelve hours into pandemonium and he knew they had many, many hours still ahead of them.

At least he could be assured of the safety of those who sheltered in the old base. It was designed to survive bombings and Milliardo had not removed the shielding layers of metal. He had retained the military design, intending to use it in the fullness of time as a tourist attraction. Wu Fei suspected the old base would retain its emergency shelter status.

There were other buildings that had been reinforced by the Alliance during the occupation of Sanc. Milliardo had utilised them for this emergency as shelters and no doubt would reuse them in this fashion. Be the enemy wild weather or of the more human kind, there would always be a need for a secure refuge.

Sanc had learned the hard way.

He winced, unable to still the reaction to the sudden appearance of what he thought might be the underside of a car. A briefly glimpsed flash of recognition before the screen dissolved into a display of static and he sighed. Another camera out. They had lost three now. Thus far they had communication with the other shelters and he only hoped they did not lose that. It was reassuring to know that there were other people out there, in all this madness.

The technician beside him flicked a few switches, marked a notation on the pad at his elbow and ran a hand through his once immaculately groomed hair. "Camera five is down. The connection is non responsive."

They had two cameras that were responsive though they showed nothing beyond a black screen. Those he had not included in his count. They were, they assumed, blocked by debris but still operational. So, the count was now two unresponsive but still operational and three dead.

"Do a rotation check of active cameras."

In the chaos of the storm, they needed to know if one area of the city was taking the brunt of the damage or if it was blanketed across the entire city.

End

Karina Robertson 2014