"Childs Revenge "

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Sandy: I beg to differ, we do own Raven, Damien and Colt Liz: ooops, forgot, sorry kids!

Author: Eliza Blaine and Sandra (LadyMidnight)

Pairings: 1x2,3x4,5x6, and ocXocXoc

Warnings: AU well sort of, you'll see, mostly clean fun now, some NCS coming in later chapts we'll list it in the warnings when it comes up.

Rating: PG right now, But NC-17 coming up later on.

Length: Unsure

All comments and suggestions welcome.

Childs Revenge

Chapter 3

January 28th

Just past the remains of the L5 colony on a forotten OZ spacestation, the man calling himself the Snake watched his captives. Each ex-pilot had been placed in separate cells, under full monitors. Every move watched and observed. Strangely it didn't look as if the men were being held in prison cells. Each cell looked like a small bedroom, complete with a closet and bath. No sense in them being uncomfortable, yet, the Snake thought to himself as he watched his prizes.

Pushing a button, the Snake focused in on one pilot in particular. Quatre Raberba Winner. The Snake's breath hitched in his chest as he gazed at the blond man pacing back and forth in his cell. Yes, he wanted all the former gundam pilots. His plan depended on having them in his possession, but Quatre was the crown jewel he intended to keep for himself. After he was done, the others would no longer be needed and would be disposed of. Tearing his gaze away from pilot 04, he looked at the others.

Pilot 01, Heero Yuy, had tried to break down his prison cell door, but as it was made from gundamium, there wasn't much chance he would succeed. Finally giving up, Heero was now crouched in the middle of the floor, watching the door and waiting.

Pilot 02, Duo Maxwell, was just laying on the bed, his hands cradling his head. Every once in a while he would gaze at the camera, then return to playing with the end of his long chestnut braid.

Pilot 03, Trowa Barton, had paced the length of the cell, checked out the closet and bath, then resumed pacing. He stalked back and forth much like the predatory felines he'd once worked with so many years ago.

Pilot 04, Quatre Raberba Winner, also paced back and forth in his cell. But like 02, he would glare up at the camera, sit down on the bed for a moment, then jump up and start pacing again, continuing blindly in a never ending circle.

Pilot 05, Chang Wufei, simply sat cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed. He hadn't moved from that position since waking a little over two hours ago.

Zechs Merquise, aka Milliardo Peacecraft, pilot of the gundam Epyon, had banged on the cell door calling for Wufei, then demanded to know what was going on. When no answer came, he returned to the bed, sitting down and hanging his head in his hands.

Flipping a switch, the Snake spoke to all his captives, the microphone distorting his natural voice. "Welcome, Gundam Pilots. I'm so glad that you gentlemen could be my guests here. Please enjoy the comforts of your new home. Fresh clothing and toileties have been provided for you."

Speaking out, Zechs demanded, "Where is Wufei and why have you brought us here?"

"Are the others okay?" Quatre asked, clutching his chest.

"You are so toast when Heero and I get out of here, asshole!" Duo threatened.

Only a soft, "Hnn.", from Heero.

Trowa and Wufei merely stared at the cameras in their cells.

The Snake choose to ignore the questions and threat, as he spoke again, "I am having a small dinner party this evening and all of you are, of course, invited. Formal dress please, gentlemen. Oh, and if you think of trying to escape or cause problems, then I should tell you of a little precaution I took. Inbedded under the skin at the base of your skulls is a small explosive device. If any of you cause any trouble, then with a flick of a switch, you can watch me blow your loved ones heads off." He smiled at the looks of horror that crossed each face as they found the bump under their hair, at the back of the skull. "Now... I suggest that you give the guards no cause for concern. You see, the remote controls they have may not be to your device, per say, but to one of the others." The Snake began to laugh as understanding dawned on each of his guests' faces.

With a laugh and a flick of his wrist, he cut off the intercom and sat back, watching the captives. This was going to be more fun then he had ever dreamed of, Snake thought staring at each pilot in turn. Heero was glaring at the camera and clenching his fists. His husband, Duo, was swearing a blue streak and twisting his braid between two hands. Both Wufei and Trowa continued to stare at the camera, betraying no emotion, whatsoever. Zechs sat back down on the bed, looking stunned. Snake watched Quatre, his angel, clutch his chest, moaning as if in pain and falling to his knees.

"This evening will prove entertaining, indeed." Snake smirked to himself.

If his rage could have given him added strength, then Heero would have had no trouble tearing a hole in his cell door. But all he could do was stand there helpless as some dis-enbodied voice taunted them with orders to dress for dinner. He was worried about Duo and the others, fearful for the safety of his daughter and angry about being in this postition. But he had to stay calm, reach into his past and find that mindset that had gotten him through the One-Year war as well as the Eve War. It wasn't going to be easy, Duo and Raven had changed him a great deal over the years, turning the Perfect Soldier into a loving husband and father. One who laughed at his husband's frequent attempts and failures to make Texas chili, one who held his daughter in his arms and wept with her over a broken heart at the tender age of twelve. That man would now have to be buried deep inside Heero, especially if they were to have any hope of getting out of this alive.

Closing his eyes, Heero let his mind drift back to his days with Doctor J. He replayed all of J's words in his head, bringing forth the Perfect Soldier that he had been trained to be. So focused on this was Heero, that he didn't feel the tear that escaped, washing away the loving man he'd become and pulling the soldier firmly into place.

Duo twisted his braid between tight hands, pretending for a moment that it was the throat belonging to the voice from the intercom. He hoped from the way the voice said, "pilots" that the others were alive. The thought that something may have happened to Heero was enough to turn Duo's blood to ice. He had gotten used to the idea that his koi would always be by his side, to think that wouldn't be was too much. When it had just been him and Heero, during the war or later, with the Preventers, Duo could handle the uncertainty. With the birth of their daughter, all that had changed. He had insisted that both of them retire from the Preventers, so Raven would always have both parents.

It was only now, here in this cell, that Duo realized how much their peaceful life had come to mean to him.

Both Zechs and Wufei's thoughts centered on their fear for the other's safety and prayers for Damien. This situation they now found themselves in made their fight over Damien's future seem foolish. Wufei and Zechs could only hope for the chance to express love and pride for their son, to each other and to him.

Trowa didn't doubt that all of his loved ones were alive. Over the years, his love for Quatre had created an empathic bond with the Arabian that nothing could shatter. If his husband had sensed or felt the deaths of any of the other former pilots, then Trowa himself would have known. The two main fears that gripped him now, were the possibility of not seeing his and Quatre's son, Colt, to right the rift between them before it was to late, and the idea that they wouldn't be able to escape.

The walls of his cell were thick, but Quatre's "space heart" had grown in strength over the years, as well as his control over it, so he could "feel" the others. Just enough to know they lived, not if they were badly injured. Silently praying to Allah to watch over his beloved, son and friends, Quatre sought to keep himself calm. He feared the voice's emotions that he had picked up. The memory of those feelings still lingered like a cold wind blowing over his skin causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

Knowing that their host's guards would be coming to escort them to this so-called dinner party soon, the pilots move to get ready. None of them were ready to challenge their captor until they learn more about where they were and why. Each found a formal black tuxedo hanging in their closet, except Wufei and Quatre. Wufei was surprised to find formal Chinese wear in his cell's closet, while Quatre felt his stomach turn at what hung in his. The outfit was pure white. A silk, long sleeved tunic and matching pants. He couldn't stop the shudder that went thru him as he pulled the outfit off its hanger.

An hour later, the door to Wufei, Zechs, Duo and Heero's cells opened and a guard holding a small remote device motioned them out. The Snake had taken no chances, placing the pilots in separate sections of the spacestation. So the former gundam pilots didn't see each other until they entered a small dining room. Of course, Duo was the first to react, flinging himself into Heero's tight embrace, understanding dawning in his eyes as Heero's response was somewhat less enthusiastic then he'd hoped for. Wufei didn't react as quickly, but he still went willingly into his husband's arms, blinking back tears at the sight of his love. But Trowa felt his stomach clench when he saw that Quatre hadn't been brought in.

"Quatre's not here." Trowa stated softly.

"What..." Duo said, pulling away from Heero and looking around the room. "Hey, where's Quatre?" He asked the guard standing nearest to him.

The guard stared at Duo, then answered, "He's coming,02."

Quatre stood in the middle of his cell, waiting and despising the person who was forcing him to wear this clothing. The sight of it hanging there had sent a chill thru him that he couldn't get rid of. Quatre wanted nothing more then to open his eyes and find that all this was just a terrible dream. That he was really home, sleeping in his husband's arms with Colt downstairs in the kitchen singing old twentieth century rock songs, badly.

Because he had been facing away from the door, Quatre didn't see it open, revealing his captor.

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful." A voice spoke from behind Quatre.

The blond Arab whirled to face the voice, shock flooding his face as he recognized the man standing in front of him. "Philip Jayden! I don't understand, what the hell is going on here?" Confusion and growing anger roughening Quatre's normally soft voice. As the head of WEI, Quatre had had some minor dealings with Jayden Industries. The two men had never met face to face in the same room, their business dealings being handled over a vid-phone and with messengers. So seeing this man here was a complete shock to Quatre.

"Surprised, my angel," Snake aka Philip Jayden laughed, "I am a man who plays many roles in this world. You know me as Philip Jayden, owner and CEO of Jayden Industries, but on this spacestation, I'm known as the Snake." He gestured for Quatre to follow him, making sure that the blond man could see the remote in his hand. "I will explain more when we join our other guests. So, shall we."

Quatre moved foward on unsteady legs, the feelings coming from this man making his stomach churn. As he passed the man calling himself the Snake, Quatre felt a hand moved lightly over his head, then down his back. It was all the blond could do to keep from turning and attacking the man. He greatly feared that he knew where this was leading, but dreaded to speak the word, even to himself. Rape. It was the one secret that he had kept from Trowa in all their years together. The only one who knew was Wufei and he had sworn an oath never to speak of what had happened. Only Wufei knew about what Quatre had endured during a failed mission they had shared during the One-Year war. Over the years, the nightmares that he had suffered were passed off as bad memories of past battles to Trowa and Colt. Now Quatre was facing that nightmare again and the thought had his blood running cold.

The guards watched nervously as 03 stalked around the small room, occasionally letting loose a low growl as time passed without the appearance of 04. His behavior was also beginning to affect the other pilots in the room. 01, 02 and 05 were following 03's movements around the room with their eyes, then glancing at the guards.

Trying to help calm Trowa, Duo spoke out, "Come on, Trowa, you know how Quatre is always late getting ready for anything. We've all heard you and Colt complain enough about it."

The look on Trowa's face said that his friend's comment had done nothing to calm his fears. But before he could snap at Duo, the door to the dining room opened and Quatre walked in. But he wasn't alone.

"Quatre!" Trowa breathed out, moving up and sweeping his petite husband into his arms. "I was starting to doubt what my heart was telling me. It said that you were alive, but when you weren't brought in with the rest of us......" squeezing Quatre tighter in his embrace, leaving the fearful thought unspoken.

Heero, however, was gazing at the man who had walked in with Quatre. He was in his mid to late 40's, with salt and pepper hair, wearing a white tuxedo with what looked like a black rose in the lapel. In one hand he held a remote device like the guards and in the other, an ebony walking stick with a silver cobra's head. But it was his eyes that struck Heero. They were a pale gray and he would swear that the pupils were almost vertical, like a snake's eyes. Heero couldn't stop the shudder that ran thru him at the sight of those eyes watching Quatre and Trowa, the barely concealed jealous anger in those dark slitted eyes, turning the air in the room several degrees colder.

What struck Wufei was the expression on Quatre's face as he and the stranger walked in. It was a look that Wufei hadn't seen on the Arab in many years. The memory overtook Shenlong's pilot before he could stop it.

"Promise me, Wufei... promise that you won't tell the others!"

Wufei held his fellow gundam pilot, as a tear-stained, bloody face looked up at him, begging for his silence. He had been shocked when the Oz guards dragged Quatre in. The state the blond was in left no doubt in Wufei's mind what had happened to him. Quatre's clothes were torn and ragged, his face a bloody mess, showing that the small blond pilot had fought back, earning a beating as well as the rape. The bastards hadn't even cleaned him up, leaving him covered in blood and semen.

"Quatre, the others will understand. They would want to help you."

"No, Wufei, please don't tell them, especially Trowa!" Quatre whimpered, clutching Wufei's blue tank top tightly in his hands, and burying his bruised and bloody face in the Chinese boy's chest. "Heero wouldn't let something like this affect him, but it would bring up painful memories for Duo. And Tro... Trowa and I, we....." Quatre tried to explain to Wufei. "This would destroy him, Wufei. So many times he talked about how he hated the idea that any of the war's ugliness might touch me. I know it doesn't make any sense to you, but Trowa would blame himself for this. I couldn't live with myself if he did something reckless because of this." Quatre forced Wufei to meet his gaze, letting him see the rage and coldness in normally warm sparkling aqua eyes. "If we get out of here, I will make them pay. Me and no one else! So, swear on your honor that you will never speak about what happened here, Wufei."

With tears flowing down his face, Wufei hugged Quatre, speaking, "I swear on my honor and the honor of my clan, that I will never speak of this to anyone."

Thanks to some foolish guards, Quatre and he had been able to escape soon after, holing up in a safehouse until the pilot of Sandrock recovered enough to face his fellow pilots. And true to his word, Wufei never spoke of what happened. But over the next few weeks, only Wufei noticed when the Arabian would leave their safehouse of the moment, then return and spend hours in the bathroom. Only Wufei knew that it was connected to the mysterious deaths of some Oz officers who had been found with their throats slit and genitals missing. Neither he nor Quatre spoke, but they both knew and understood. Honor had to be regained, even at the price of darkening a soul.

Now Wufei could see that something had spooked Quatre, bringing back the past. And from the way the man who escorted his friend in watched Quatre, he had a bad feeling he knew what it was. Nataku, protect Quatre, please. I don't think he could survive this happening to him again.

TBC

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