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"Possession"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: EVERYTHING BELONGS TO ME!!!!...except,
I have to admit, Gundam Wing. Which completely sucks. Pairings: 3x5, 2x4 (mentioned) Warnings: language, TWT, lemon, violence, angst,
romance, sap, switching POVs Spoilers: nada Rating:NC-15 Archived: www.foratwistoflemon.com and Gundam
Wing Diaries Betas: Velvet and Lucy Author’s notes: //com or vidphone// /thought/ *emphasized* "Possession " Chapter Three: Retribution We know the road to freedom has always been stalked
by death. //Sir, 03 has just left the base.// “Excellent. Block all communications in the area.” //Yes, sir.// + “CHANG! Get in here, now!” Heero was actually yelling? I dropped the white pants I had been mending and darted into the living room. Everyone was gathered around the TV, the news playing. //…reports of Gundam Pilot 03 has just been confirmed.// The anchor woman was completely without any emotion as she rattled off the information. //Roughly fifteen minutes ago, he was caught trying to enter the newly built Noventa Base. We are attempting now to get a statement from Colonel Treize Kushrenada—// I swore viciously and sprinted back into the room I shared with Trowa, grabbing up the duffle bag that carried everything I needed for missions. Quatre was right behind me. “Wufei, you can’t just barge in there! You’ll get caught as well!” My mind recognized the truth of what he was saying, but my heart was demanding that I go get my lover. NOW. I shut it off, taking deep breaths until I was calm again. “You have one hour to help me think up a plan.” He nodded. “Okay. I’m backing you up.” When we returned to the living room, Heero had already pulled up the plans for the base. Duo was leaning over his shoulder in order to see them properly. “Hey ‘Fei, I’m backing you up.” “Join the club,” Quatre told him. I ignored their banter and went to the other side of Heero, mirroring Duo’s position so that I could see what I was dealing with. The Noventa Base was built along similar lines to every other base in existence. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint their weak spots. Quatre joined us, murmuring suggestions on where a strike would be the most effective and conferring with Duo on where to plant explosives in order to distract everyone. Abruptly my head snapped up as I caught a murmur from the TV set. They had simply turned down the volume, just in case something else was said about Trowa. I spun and wrenched the volume up. //…with Lady Une at his side. Colonel Kushrenada stated earlier that given their success rate at holding onto any of the Gundam Pilots for an extended time, he felt that it was better to have a speedy trial and execution to cut down on chances of a rescue or escape.// All of the blood drained out of my face. “No. Ancestors, please no.” Quatre caught and steadied me as I swayed, watching Trowa being marched in front of a blank wall. He was blindfolded, hands tied behind his back. The camera switched to show a firing squad readying their rifles. Quatre gave an anguished cry when he realized what was going to happen[,] and tried to turn me away. I jerked free, unable to tear my eyes from the screen. Against all hope I was praying that Trowa would find some way of freeing himself. The rifles lifted, aimed— “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Hands caught me as I slumped, but I didn’t care. “It’s not true, it’s not true, it can’t be, he *swore* to me…damn you Trowa! DAMN YOU!” Tears streamed down my face, and I closed my eyes against them, rocking to and fro against the pain as my heart shattered. “Quatre?! Heero, what’s wrong with him?” “Baka, I don’t know! Winner, snap out of it. Quatre!” “Shit, I bet he’s feeling what Wu is feeling. The pain’s too strong, it’s overwhelming him. ‘Ro, switch places with me.” Another set of hands caught me, holding me upright. It barely registered. Nothing mattered with Trowa gone. Nothing but the revenge that I would extract for him before I joined him in the next world. “Q? Come on, love, look at me. Focus on me. You gotta shut ‘Fei out, okay? Cat? Are you hearing me?” “Yes…” “Okay, focus on me. Can you do that?” “I’m trying…” Old training started to reassert itself. I locked my emotions away, using rage as a key to shutting my heart off. I had to be strong for just a while longer, just long enough to kill Kushrenada. Then I could fall apart. Then I could go to where Trowa was. I re-opened my eyes, seeing Heero’s worried face going from me to where Duo and Quatre were sitting on the floor then back again. Funny, I’d never seen him openly concerned before. It hardly mattered to me now. I pulled free of his hold and reached for my discarded duffle bag. Quatre gasped loudly. “He’s alive!” I froze. Surely he didn’t mean— Quatre latched onto my arms, eyes wide and red from crying. “Wufei, he’s still alive!” “That’s not possible,” I whispered, feeling the wall holding my emotions start to crumble, “we just saw—” “I can STILL FEEL HIM! Just like I feel all of you! He’s *alive* Wufei! I didn’t feel it before because your pain was drowning everything else out, but I can feel him now!” The pieces fell together with a sharp clarity. “The execution was faked,” I snarled flatly. “It must have been.” I darted for my laptop, quickly booting it up and punching in Trowa’s com code. Signal Jammed. “That bastard!” My fist slammed down on the coffee table, splitting the wood. I saw the whole picture now. Kushrenada had obviously known when Trowa was off the base, and jammed the area so he couldn’t call me. Then he had released that mocked-up video as if it were a live feed. “He did this whole thing as a trap!” “I think you’re right,” Quatre’s eyes were flat. “Let’s go find Trowa.” + I was sitting in Heavyarms, doing a simple diagnostic to see how badly he was damaged after going into the base. Something felt off about the mission I had just completed. It was like they knew I was coming…and they weren’t trying as hard as usual to capture me. I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. Especially since someone in the area was jamming radio waves. I couldn’t even call Wufei, which was really irritating me. For lack of anything better to do, I flipped over to the local news. //… Kushrenada stated earlier that given their success rate at holding onto any of the Gundam Pilots for an extended time, he felt that it was better to have a speedy trial and execution to cut down on chances of a rescue or escape.// Captured?! Captured who? No one else had a mission but me! As I watched in confusion, a tall teenager was marched in with a blindfold over his—waitaminute! That was me! What the hell was going on?! I knew for a fact that I had NEVER been marched in front of a firing squad. I watched with horrified fascination as the command was given and I—or whoever it was that looked like me—crumpled to the ground, bleeding from various bullet holes. This made absolutely no sens—oh shit. What if Wufei saw this? OH SHIT! It suddenly became imperative that I get a signal out. I did not want my lover to believe for one minute that I was dead. I slammed the command into the keys, but the signal was still jammed. Dammit! My eyes cut back to the news, which was still playing. Kushrenada was on now, gloating in that aristocratic way of his. I smirked at him viciously. Two could play at this game. + I think I may have aged everyone at the KKJA News building by showing up in Heavyarms. But I wanted to catch a lot of attention…and a sixteen foot mecha could do that beautifully. There weren’t any troops in sight, which meant that I probably had about five minutes to do as I planned. I dropped down to one knee, then opened the hatch and climbed out, landing lightly on the ground. There were still a few souls hiding around the building, staring at me with bulging eyes. I’m not sure if it’s because they recognized me from the news they just released, or because I just showed up in a Gundam…whatever, it doesn’t really matter. “Who’s in charge?” A man in his late forties with graying hair at his temples timidly cleared his throat. “I am.” “I am Trowa Barton, pilot of Heavyarms. You’d probably know me as Pilot 03.” This man did an excellent impression of a landed fish. “B-but you were executed! I saw it!” “So did I.” I tilted my head, brow quirked. “Are you interested in releasing the story of the decade?” + “WUFEI! GET IN HERE!” I pivoted sharply away from the porch and ran back to the TV as Quatre’s voice reached me. Then I stopped cold. Trowa was standing in front of a kneeling Heavyarms, arms crossed over his chest, halfway turned to the lady standing next to him. //This is a remarkable event, Mr. Barton. Not minutes ago we showed your execution. How do you explain this?// //Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.// I could have wept as the familiar dry tones of my lover’s voice came through the TV. He turned to face the camera directly. //If I may, I have something to say to two different individuals. I’m disappointed in you, Kushrenada. This was low, even for you. And ‘Fei—// I laughed a little as he said my name. //--sorry if I worried you. Let me get away from these damn signal jammers, and we’ll talk.// He turned back to the woman anchor and nodded to her politely. //Thanks.// //Oh no, thank *you* Mr. Barton.// She kept chattering to the camera as Trowa strode away, vaulting easily up and into his Gundam. As Heavyarms disappeared off screen, Duo tackled me and bounced me in a happy waltz around the room. I was too ecstatic to fight him off, and actually joined in. Quatre sank onto the couch, laughing almost hysterically in relief. “Allah’s name, do you realize what he just did?” Duo and I paused to look at him in mute question. “He just completely destroyed the people’s faith in OZ,” Heero supplied. Even he was grinning, in a Heero kind of way. “That was well done.” “It was brilliant,” I agreed. And needed. Even with Quatre’s reassurances, I needed to see him alive with my own eyes, hear his voice. *beep* I set a new speed record when I ran to my laptop and quickly hit the acceptance key. “Trowa!” //Hi, love.// He smiled at me, eyes twinkling. //Did you catch my broadcast?// “Yes.” Thank the ancestors you’re alright. “Where are you?” //About fifty miles out. I’m sending you coordinates. Meet me there?// “Of course,” I assured him softly. //I can’t be there until late tonight, unfortunately. But I figured you might want to get a little revenge on Kushrenada anyway. You’ll have time to do it, if you hurry.// “Why yes,” I purred with menace, “I do. I’ll have dinner waiting, alright?” //Okay. Love you.// “Love you back.” I turned to look at my fellow pilots as the screen went black. “Anyone willing to help?” + Treize subdued a sigh as Lady Une came into his office. Her unhappiness was visible from his desk, halfway across the room. Not that he could blame her. The entire plan had gone wrong. Barton had somehow found out what was going on and destroyed everything barely ten minutes after the broadcast had been launched. Whatever reaction Wufei might have had, Treize hadn’t gained what he wanted, which was a hot headed and careless dragon that he could easily capture. And worse, the people were not sure now that they could trust him. It was a political nightmare. He could only feel a spark of admiration for the pilot of L3 at how he had dealt with the situation. It was a move worthy of the young Winner heir. But apparently that hadn’t been enough for the other pilots. A mere two hours after Barton’s broadcast, the base Treize was staying on had been infiltrated. He had walked into his office to find a personal note from Wufei saying that they had been there. Only that. Treize was personally terrified as to what three Gundam pilots could do on his base without them knowing and ordered a full-scale evaluation of EVERYTHING. “Well, Lady?” “Treize-sama, we cannot find anything that hasn’t been tampered with in some way. Even the bathrooms.” Treize winced. “Stick with the main areas, then. Communications?” “Are out. Something called ‘The Song that Never Ends’ is playing on a continuous loop. We cannot send or receive any messages.” “The computer mainframe?” “Completely haywire. I have technicians working on it now.” Treize was almost loathe to ask, but curiosity was getting the better of him. “And does it do anything? Or can we not access it at all?” “A red fire engine with chibi versions of 01 and 02 run across the screen screaming ‘Emergency! Emergency!’ whenever someone types in a command,” Une admitted reluctantly. “Our defense weapons?” “Are pointing towards the base. We can’t get them to move either. Any attempt at altering their position causes them to fire.” Treize gave in to impulse at this point and groaned, covering his eyes with both hands. “I’m almost afraid to ask…the mobile suits?” “Their feet are glued to the floor, hands glued to their kneecaps. Moving them is impossible at the moment.” Treize looked up at her with one eye. “But we *can* salvage them.” “…estimates are three months before all of the suits are free.” The OZ colonel started laughing darkly, shaking his head. “Well played, gentlemen. Well played indeed. Lady, make a note. We are NOT to tamper with the pilots again on a personal level. It would seem to bring only disastrous results.” ~*~*~*~ Honor: I must be in an angsty mood. That was really
easy to write.
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