"For You, I Will "

Written By: Jewel of Hell

Disclaimer: Don't own nothin' but these words

Rating: NC 17

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, language, violence, torture, abuse, character death (sort of), misuse of electricity, telepathy, politics, Sci-fi, crossover, AU

Pairings: 1x2, other

Summary: Crossover w/ Stargate: SG-1. On an alien planet, Colonel Jack O'Neill and the rest of SG-1 find a sick young man and take him home. Unwittingly unleashing a great threat on the SGC as the boy isn't all he seems . . .

" For You, I Will "

Arrangements

There were literally thousands of electronic files for Heero to go through on all the trips the SGC humans made through the Stargate. He was hopeful he would find what he was looking for, but there was one thing he needed to do first. Easily rewriting strings of code, he took a little time to study the program that made the 'gate work. It was crude by some standards, but surprisingly sophisticated by others. In all, he was a bit impressed by the ingenuity of these people.

Dialing Desaine, he used the radios to send out a short burst of information, including the 'gate address to Earth. It was heavily encrypted, so even if the Desaines intercepted it they wouldn't be able to read it without the cypher key. But there were a few who would, and those were the ones Heero wanted to contact.

Then, while he waited, he focused mostly on continuing his research and watching Doctor Fraiser tend Duo. His love looked thinner and paler than ever, sleeping fitfully on the bed with wires attached everywhere. Heero had created a whole new program for the doctor, drawing up detailed diagrams of N'saian physiology in hopes she would be able to use it to help Duo. She had already made a few drug cocktails that seemed to ease Duo's suffering, and even that small step made Heero insanely grateful. Because his sweet lover had a high fever, was delirious, and his telepathic senses were being overloaded by psychic chatter around the base.

"Heero?"

Extricating himself from his research, Heero appeared on the monitor. "Yes, Doctor?"

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, dark brown eyes contrite. "Any luck?"

"I've refined my search to planets with significant botany finds, so far nothing, but I still have at least fifteen possible choices."

She nodded. "You're probably monitoring his condition, but . . . he's not doing well. I'm afraid if we can't get his fever down soon there could be permanent brain damage."

"I'll try to go faster," Heero said softly. Part of him was pleased she genuinely seemed to care.

o8o o8o

In the 'gate room, Sam tried yet again to access the mainframe. As before, the words 'No Authorization' flicked across the screen in red. "Damn it," she muttered. She was very good with computers, yet it seemed she'd found someone who was better. As much as she hated to admit, it rankled her pride a bit. Taking a deep breath, she tried to consider things she'd not considered before.

Down below, the 'gate started to spin.

"Unscheduled offworld activation!" Sargeant Walter called.

The iris remained wide open and in moments the wormhole flooded into life. Hammond came hurrying in, looking quite as distressed as Sam felt. "Get that iris closed!" he barked.

"We can't, sir," Walter said, sounding dismayed.

"Major?" Hammond demanded.

Feeling wretchedly helpless, Sam shrugged even as her fingers continued to fly over the keyboard. "I can't get it shut, sir."

And worse, the blast doors were shut so no marines could get in. The event horizon shimmered blue for several moments, then three young men stepped through. Probably a little older than Duo. None of them appeared armed, and behind them the Stargate disengaged. All three of them looked around with mild, curious expressions.

The monitors blinked to life with Heero's satisfied face. "Trowa, Quatre, Wufei," he said. "Welcome to Earth."

The one with black hair pulled back into a severe ponytail looked toward the gateroom. "Heero," he said in an even tone. "We're glad you're okay. Where's Duo?"

"Infirmary," Heero replied. "I'll show you the way."

The general finally seemed to regain control of his faculties, the shock wearing off. "Heero, what the hell is this?"

Sam winced.

Heero merely gave him a cool look. "My friends. Also N'saian. My brother, Trowa Barton. His partner, Quatre Winner. And our mutual friend Wufei Chang."

Hammond was just getting started. "I'm not allowing three strangers to walk into my base!" he barked.

"They're unarmed," Heero said as though stressing a point which should have been obvious.

"That's not the point!" Hammond snapped. "We've given you a great deal of leeway, son, but this is too much -"

Heero, Sam could see, was not listening. The three young men had moved to the blast door, waiting for it to open. It did, and Sam sucked in a quick breath to warn Heero of the marines gathered there with guns drawn -

As soon as the door opened, a sheet of crackling blue-and-white appeared between the marines and their guns and the three youths. As far as Sam could see, it was pure electricity. Looking somewhat annoyed, Heero glanced at Hammond.

"If you value those men's lives, tell them to withdraw."

Hammond called his bluff. "You won't kill those men."

For once, Heero looked like a normal teenage kid. The expression on his face almost made Sam grin - like a kid glaring at his father in a battle of wills. Petulance and insolence, as well as a good dose of exasperation.

"I don't have to kill them to get them out of the way," he snapped. "But they'll be out of commission for awhile. That much electricity will paralyze their muscles and put them in a good deal of pain."

The three youths waited calmly, seeming unaffected by the display of guns before them, even though they could have no idea what was going on. Hammond and Heero continued their little contest, and it was Heero who broke first.

He gave a harsh sigh. "Hasn't it occurred to you that if I actually wanted to bring harm to this base, I would have done so by now? You wouldn't be able to stop me."

Appallingly, that much was true.

Still looking fit to be tied, Hammond leaned down to the speaker. "Stand down," he said. "Let them pass."

Heero gave him a nod of acknowledgement, then his image was gone. Sam heaved a deep (but silent) sigh. Men.

o8o o8o

Trowa, who happened to be in the lead, was the first to enter the infirmary. He and his two companions drew all sorts of strange and guarded looks from the humans they passed in the halls, but he ignored them all.

'As soon as we can,' he thought to Quatre, 'remind me to build a communication implant so we can talk to Heero other than aloud.'

'He's probably already done that,' Quatre replied, a small smile the only visible sign he heard, 'or at least started.'

As soon as he entered the infirmary, Trowa cast about for Duo. There, lying on a bed looking impossibly small and fragile, the boy lay. Heero's image immediately appeared in the monitor beside the bed, and his concern was readily apparent.

"Shit," Quatre said aloud.

The profanity almost made Trowa smile. His blonde partner/lover rarely swore. Claimed he didn't like people to see his dark side. Made them underestimate him, he said. But in this instance he happened to agree. He looked at his brother.

"Status?"

"Dying," Heero said without trying to gloss it over.

All three winced. Quatre sat on the edge of the bed, taking Duo's slim hand in both his. "It's not fair," he murmured.

Probably to himself.

"No," Heero agreed almost absently. "And I won't let it happen. These people have been to a lot of different worlds. There's bound to be something on one of them that can help him."

Wufei finally stirred. "Is there anything we can do?"

Heero looked at all three of them, and Trowa knew his brother had a plan. "Yes. These people have been going to other worlds, looking for technology that might help them. We can give them that they would be pleased to have. I'm sure they'll agree in return for safe harbor."

Trowa blinked. "The Gundams."

Heero nodded. "Yes. They have no weapons to speak of if the Gao'uld launched a full-scale assault on the planet. The Gundams would provide the necessary and much-needed line of defense."

"How?" Wufei said. "They were destroyed. You had us destroy them."

"We'll build more," Heero said. "I know I made you each promise we would never use them again, but we're not on Desaine anymore."

"But what will we use to build more?" Trowa asked. "Gundanium could only be found on our world. Our destroyed world."

"They have something better here," Heero said. "They call it trinium. They also can get their hands on large quantities of naquadah."

Trowa nodded slowly.

Wufei cleared his throat. "If we build new Gundams," he said, "we'll have to install the neural imprint connectors so no one but us can use them."

Each of his friends looked unhappy with the idea, and Trowa couldn't blame them. He didn't relish the thought, either. The connectors were a highly invasive piece of technology that had only to malfunction the tiniest bit to cause a great deal of damage. But it was the only way to ensure a Gundam would be used only by one of them.

"What if . . ." Quatre began, then paused.

Heero looked down at him. "Go on. I won't be offended."

Quatre gave a ghost of a smile. "Not a telepath anymore, but you can still read my mind. What if you wrote a sub-program for the new Gundams? One that would recognize commands from us and us alone?"

Trowa watched his brother's face. Though it was a digital image now, it still showed emotion clearly. Well, to those who knew how to read him, of course. Heero didn't look offended, but he did look . . . pained. Eventually he shook his head.

"I could only do that if I maintained an open network with the Gundams. That would require a lot of memory, and even though my response time will have quickened in an electronic format, it still would not be quick enough to maintain four separate Gundams."

Quatre nodded. "It's all right. It was just a thought."

"A good one," Heero said at once. "Perhaps after I've had time to . . . get used to this."

It was a peculiar sensation, feeling one's heart break. Trowa literally ached for his brother, for his pain. It was so monstrously unfair, what had been done to him and Duo. If he could go back in time, he would take his younger brother's place in an instant to spare him this cruel fate.

Wufei changed the subject. "Have you had the time to start constructing new communication implants so we can converse telepathically with you?"

Trowa could tell Heero was glad of a change in subject. "No, but I wrote a sub-program to draw up the schematics for one. At the moment, all my time has been spent looking for a cure to Duo's illness."

That brought their attention back to their sick friend. As if sensing their emotions - which he probably could, being a strong telepath - the long-haired boy began to stir. It took some time for his eyes to open, all to the soft encouragement of Heero's voice. Trowa suspected those wires burrowed into Duo's temples were probably there for more reasons than simply monitoring brainwaves.

Indigo-violet eyes fluttered open, and Duo looked around at them with blank expressions. Then he finally smiled.

"You're here," he said in an appallingly dry and weak voice. "Heero said he was going to get you."

Quatre leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Duo's forehead. "It wasn't easy. There are Desaines guarding the gate, but with a little trickery and misdirection, we slipped past them."

"We're a bit disappointed to find you here in bed, Maxwell," Wufei said in a sharp tone. Not enough to be harsh - quite. "Wasn't it you who boasted nothing could keep you down?"

Trowa nearly smiled when Duo broke into weak laughter. It lit up in his eyes like a small flame.

"Still the same jerk as always," he said around his mirth. "I'm happy to see you too, 'Fei. And for your information, I'm only in bed because Heero literally tied me to it."

"Mm, what a pervert," Quatre said with a bright grin.

Duo's eyes closed in helpless giggles. Trowa allowed a tiny smile to cross his lips. His friends certainly knew each other well. Wufei's seemingly callous comment had soothed not only Duo, but Heero as well. And Quatre's well-timed humorous quips always lightened any mood. After all, his love was a keen empath. The mind might be Heero's forte, but the heart was Quatre's.

A faint throat-clearing finally alerted Trowa to the presence of armed guards standing outside the door. He wondered how long they'd been standing there, and why he'd been so distracted as not to notice. He wasn't a particularly strong telepath, of course, but he should have sensed them drawing near.

He did, however, feel it when the woman approached.

Judging by Heero's unalarmed expression, she was someone he trusted, even if only to a small degree.

"Doctor Fraiser," he said. "Please meet my friends. Wufei Chang, Quatre Winner, and my brother Trowa Barton."

"Pleased to meet you," the doctor said. "Boys, I hate to pry you away from your friend, but Duo is in desperate need of rest."

Duo's eyes flashed. "I just woke up," he said in a bitter voice.

Fraiser merely shook her head. "You still need to conserve your energy. General Hammond would like you four to join him in the briefing room."

"I can show them," Heero said at once. "Duo, just close your eyes. I'll be back before you know it."

Trowa could feel the boy's displeasure. But as soon as he closed his eyes he fell back to sleep.

o8o o8o

It was an hour before the four N'saian boys entered the briefing room with Hammond, Fraiser, and SG-1. Heero immediately appeared on the large monitor they'd left there as a permanent fixture for him. He addressed Hammond at once. Something about the man made him feel at ease, probably because he respected the human.

"General."

"Heero."

Introductions were made. Heero, already impatient, didn't wait for the questions to start. "General, I have two requests. First, allow all five of us to remain on Earth. We will fight for the SGC in your battle against the Gao'uld. We're fully prepared to offer both our psionic skills as well as our technical knowledge."

"Explain," Hammond ordered, but his tone wasn't harsh.

"I have already told you the N'saian possess psionic abilities," Heero said. "Healing, telepathy, empathy, energy channeling, and telekinesis. Wufei is a telepath and an energy channeler. Quatre is a telepath and an empath. Trowa is a telekinetic with minor telepathy. Duo is an energy channeler, telepath, and healer. I have no doubt any and all of these will be very useful to you in many ways. Further, we possess the genetic memory of our ancestors, which includes an extensive knowledge of our technology. We're prepared to build for you a small arsenal of weapons capable of repelling a significant Gao'uld invasion."

Both Hammond's and O'Neill's eyes lit up at the talk of weapons. He'd expected that. They were hardened soldiers with a planet to defend. Daniel and Samantha Carter looked curious, and the silent Jaffa intrigued.

"And what would you want in return?" Hammond asked.

"Other than the promise of our safe harbor?" Heero said. "One thing. I finally found something that will provide a cure for Duo's illness. It's a strange plant found on one of the worlds your SG-5 visited. Though not a Gao'uld stronghold, there will be some risk involved in retrieving it. If you allow one of your SG teams to accompany my friends, we will build our weapons for you, and I will return command of this base to you as soon as Major Carter completes her super computer."

The attractive blonde Major stirred. "I can have it finished by the end of the week, sir," she said to Hammond.

He nodded. "Heero, draw up a mission briefing. I'll assign SG-1 to join and one of your friends to this world to retrieve samples of this plant. Be ready tomorrow morning at 0800 sharp."

"Sir," Heero said, inclining his head in a respectful nod.

 

 

tbc

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