Title: It's the Pilot Part 13/18
Archive: The usual places,
AU - Wherein the Gundam pilots have known each other for a little while, but the war is still stalled back before the pilots return to space. Meanwhile, the five mad scientists have had second thoughts about some of the pilots. Probably OC as well, but I did my best.
First person stream of consciousness/POV.
Rated PG-13 at least.
Warning: None this time.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to somebody else, sadly.
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"The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft aglie," I said, staring at the unwelcome message on my computer screen.
Heero gave me a strange look. I collect them. Really! I save them up and think about them when things get depressing.
I think the stress is getting to me.
"Wufei's in trouble," I told him. Heero was up and leaning over my shoulder in an instant, abandoning his own laptop to see what I'd found.
"We need to get them out," he said, gently shoving me out of the way. His fingers danced across the keyboard for a moment. "Death in the family?"
I shook my head. "Just label it family emergency, two or three lines, very short. The administration will make sure that the Chang brothers get the information right away. I made sure Wufei had enough money. He can _buy_ a shuttle if he needs to."
"Won't that make someone suspicious?"
I shook my head again. "Wufei's clan has plenty of money, and in an emergency, he'd be expected to use it."
It wasn't until that evening when Trowa arrived that we found out what that emergency had been.
"Zechs Merquise?" I sat down heavily. This meant trouble. "What was he doing out there?"
Trowa took off his uniform jacket and hung it up before turning to face us. "He was looking for one of us."
There was a very long silence.
"Let me see the files," Heero demanded. Trowa passed over a small selection of discs and Heero went to work. There were no comments while we waited.
"It wasn't one of us," Heero finally decided. "They don't know about Wufei. It wasn't the doctors, either. Oz doesn't know _which_ pilot Duo is."
"Then who?" I asked. What sort of game was going on around us, and why couldn't we see it?
"The same person who is using Relena Dorlan to track our every move," Trowa said softly, offering another disc to Heero.
Heero's lips thinned as he ran through the files. "There's more," he turned to Trowa and held out a hand. With a very slight nod, our green-eyed friend came up with a _third_ stack of discs. Where he managed to hide them in that uniform is beyond me!
"Romafeller," Heero breathed, after a few moments. "Quatre, what do you know about them?"
"Not as much as I'd like," I admitted. "They are a very quiet sort of group, unless you're a member. They advocate a return to the old ways. The divine right of rule, etc. I do believe that Treize Kushrenada is a member."
"Are you suggesting that we ask him?"
People say that Trowa doesn't have a sense of humor. They're wrong. I sighed. "Well, if we thought he'd give us a straight answer it would be worth a shot."
"We can worry about it later," Heero said, snapping his laptop closed. "First we have to do something about Maxwell and Wufei."
"What did you have in mind?" Trowa sank down on the couch. "We don't even know what happened at the school."
"Ah, but we do!" I was quite sure. "Duo's been captured by Zechs."
They stared at me as if I'd grown another head. I get that a lot. It's hard to explain these flashes, but I knew that Duo was in a lot more trouble than he had been twelve hours ago. Wufei was still all right, however.
"It's true," I persisted. "We should leave now. Wufei will let us know where they've taken Duo. We can pick up the message from anywhere, so we might as well simply leave Earth and head for the school. That way we should get a head start!"
"And how will we get him away from that blonde lunatic?" Heero wanted to know. "If that is indeed where he is?"
"Trying to rescue a prisoner from an armed shuttle isn't an easy task," Trowa cautioned.
"Particularly one with Zechs in command," Heero confirmed grimly. "The man knows what he's about."
"We can rely on Wufei!" I told them.
They gave me another round of funny looks. I smothered a grin and memorized the expressions. What? You thought I was kidding when I said I collected them?
"Look, let's just get going. We can think of something along the way. Besides, if we stay here any longer, Relena will show up again and whoever is tracking us will know where we are. And that there are only _three_ of us."
They were both on their way out of the room before I finished the last sentence.
"Remind me to have a chat with Relena when we return," Heero's voice floated back down the hallway.
I grinned. Sometimes you had to work for it, sometimes it fell into your lap. I hurried to pack my own belongings. Soon we'd be back in space.
Heero and Trowa could steal us transports at the nearest OZ base and I would see what I could find out about the Romafeller foundation. And we would wait to hear from Wufei.
For some reason, I found myself worrying about Wufei. But that was silly, wasn't it? He had found time to send us that message,
which implied that he had received at least some warning. I should be worried about Duo, shouldn't I?
But for some reason, it was Wufei that occupied my thoughts as I ran out of the house, following Trowa and Heero on our newest mission.
This one was short, but Wufei is next up. Prepare yourself for an extremely biased view of the goings on in that Oz shuttle.
Wufei: I'm going to strangle that man.
Duo and Truth: See!
Heero: And people complain about me?
Quatre: Just calm down, Wufei.
Wufei: How can I calm down with that woman doing such terrible things to Maxwell!
*everyone turns to look at him. He shrugs*
Duo: I always wondered how he managed to stay so relaxed....