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"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 "
Sometimes, It's For the Best By the time Daniel made it through the first third of the documents Heero had compiled, he was seeing red. The files included graphic details of the things the two boys had endured. Everything ranging from physical beatings to 'experiments' using electricity to poisoning. There was even a section that graphed in cold, calculating terms Duo's rapid decline after Heero's death. His phone rang, startling him. Grabbing it off the cradle, he snapped, "What?" A slight pause. "Good morning to you, too," Jack's voice drawled in his ear. "Bad time?" Closing his eyes, Daniel dragged in a deep breath. "Not really. What is it?" "Briefing room," Jack said. "I'll be right there," Daniel said, quickly organizing the files spread over his desk. "I've got something I wanted you to see, anyway." "I'll tell Hammond five minutes." That was plenty of time. Not bothering with pleasantries - Jack would understand - he hung up the phone and made some copies in the form of a report. He cut out a lot of unnecessary information, keeping it as to-the-point as possible. Otherwise Jack would get bored and not read it. The ass. Making four copies of his original, he tucked them all into folders and headed for the briefing room. General Hammond, Jack, Sam, and Teal'c were all waiting. So was Wufei. The ebony-eyed boy looked troubled, but there was a hint of hope churning on the surfaces of his eyes. "What have you got for us, Doctor Jackson?" Hammond asked. Daniel quickly handed out the folders. "I asked Heero to compile this information for me," he began. "He downloaded it during his time in the Desaine computers. I edited it into a report so you could see exactly what those boys suffered at their hands. If you were still considering forming some kind of alliance with them." Hammond read the first few paragraphs. "I think we can safely cross that off the agenda," he said in an icy voice. "Fact is, these five begged sanctuary, and I've granted it." A weight Daniel hadn't been aware of dropped off his shoulders. "Good," he murmured. "Wufei had something he wanted to tell us," Hammond said. "Go ahead, son." Wufei nodded. "I'll make this quick, because I don't want Heero to know of it, yet. He's distracted right now. I was contacted by Commander Zechs Marquise. He's of the Desaine Military, one of the factions who does the government's secret, dirty work. He's a high-ranking officer, and he's actually the one who brought Heero and Duo to the facility where they were held prisoner. He contacted me to tell me Heero wasn't killed when his consciousness was downloaded into a computer virus. They told Duo - Heero, too - that he was dead to help quash their final resistance. But his body, according to Marquise, is still on Desaine, intact and in stasis. He's willing to smuggle it out of the facility and bring it here." Daniel blinked, eyes widening. "Why don't you want Heero to know?" "In case Marquise is lying," Wufei replied. "Duo and Heero have been through enough. And if Marquise is telling the truth, well . . ." He leaned back with a slight smile. "Won't that be a nice surprise for the two of them?" His logic made Daniel smile. Hammond frowned. "By your own admission, we can't trust this Marquise." "No," Wufei agreed. "But I also can't turn my back on the possibility of Heero having his body back. As powerful an ally as Heero is in his current state, he is ten times more so in his own body. General, the five of us are at our best together. Heero is our leader, and he is the most skilled Gundam tech. We will get them built for you much faster with his help, and you will have your weapons that much sooner." Daniel cared less about that than seeing Heero made whole again. He tried to imagine being in the boy's position and found it difficult. "I think Wufei's right," he ventured. "If there's even the slightest chance this Marquise is telling the truth, we have to take it." Wufei shot him a grateful look. "It's too dangerous to go waltzing back there," Jack protested. "Yeah," Wufei confirmed. "That's why we'll make Marquise come here. If he's serious about wanting to help, he can find a way to bring Heero here. With your iris, you'll be able to block anyone who attempts to come through the stargate behind him, and your marines are trained for exactly this kind of scenario. You'll minimize the risk, and we'll maximize the potential reward." Daniel had to swallow a smile. He could tell both Hammond and Jack liked the way this kid thought. A soldier, through and through. "Your thoughts?" Hammond asked, looking at SG-1. "If this benefits us," Jack said, "I think we should go for it." "I agree," Sam said at once. "I think it's worth the risk, sir." "I concur," Teal'c said, nodding. "What we stand to gain aside," Daniel mused, "there are humanitarian issues involved." Hammond looked back to Wufei. "Permission granted." "Thank you, sir," Wufei murmured, rising and giving him a slight bow. o8o o8o Commander Zechs Marquise, Faction 06, took a deep breath and splayed his fingers over the paperwork littering his desk. Most officers in the DCG preferred recording everything in data chips. Zechs preferred paper. He found writing helped calm his nerves. Not that he was a nervous man, but these last eight-or-so months had been akin to torture. He still could not believe what he'd been deceived into doing. He knew most of the military personnel would have balked had they known what their government had done to those five N'saian boys. Especially Heero and Duo. Criminal was too mild a word. Cruel and unusual. They deserved to be drug out in the streets and beaten to death. And for a long time he hadn't known what to do about it. Now, he had his chance to put all to right. His window of opportunity was small. But he'd gathered a handful of his best men to help him. "Zero hour," he muttered under his breath. It was time. The Desaines were not a peaceful people by nature. On the planet there were two major continents, and they were rival nations. Zechs intended to use that conflict as cover for his escape. In just a few minutes, a few well-placed explosives would detonate. Emergency procedures would kick in. These predictable movements would make it easier for him to execute his own exit plan. He sincerely hoped his plan would go off without a hitch, but he had tried to prepare for every possible outcome. Right on time, the first explosions rocked the compound. For several moments Zechs didn't stir. This would prompt the DCG to move Heero's stasis tank to a more secure location. There would be a very brief period of time when the tank was guarded only by two men. That would be Zechs' first window of opportunity. Making a neat stack of his papers, he set them in the drawer and shut it, locking it. The key he threw in the wastebasket right by his desk. Stepping out of his office, he took note of the organized rushing about of the staff. "You!" he barked at a passing cadet. "What's going on?" "We don't know, sir," the young man panted. "We think the Nationals are bombing us." Zechs let his expression become incredulous. "This close to the capital?" "Yes, sir." "This compound has . . . secrets . . . that cannot get out into enemy hands," Zechs snapped. "Quickly, where is Lieutenant Jaspers? He will be responsible for transporting the . . . cargo in storage room five." "Last I saw him, he was headed there," the cadet said. "Good. Thank you, cadet. As you were." "Sir!" The cadet threw him a crips salute and hustled off. Using his long legs to advantage, Zechs sprinted down the corridors. Main power had been cut, so emergency red lights were flashing. He caught up with Jaspers in the hall that connected to the last corridor before the storage units. "Lieutenant!" The Desaine came to a halt, wheeling around. "Ah, Commander," he said, slightly out of breath. "Something amiss?" "Besides the explosions going off outside?" Zechs said with a grin. "I'm simply here to oversee room five's cargo's safe transfer." "Sir," the man said, continuing on his way. "What a case of bad timing, eh, Commander? Just when we were about to begin a new wave of experiments. Ah, well. We'll get those damn Nationals, yet." "We certainly will, Lieutenant," Zechs agreed, reaching for his gun. While Jaspers was blabbing about it, Zechs clubbed him with the butt of his gun. The man went down like a sack of stones. Quickly dragging the man along to the wall, he smiled inwardly to see some fallen rubble. Excellent. He patted the man's cheek, knowing he wouldn't awaken for some time. Right on schedule, the two young men who would transport the tank came hurtling around the corner. They stopped short at the scene waiting for them. "C-Commander?" one of them queried. Zechs raised troubled eyes. "I was escorting him when part of the ceiling caved in," he explained. "One of you stay with him, I'll run find a med-tech." "But-but sir . . ." the other boy stammered, "what about . . . the cargo? A senior officer needs to oversee its safe transport." Zechs sighed as though tremendously put out. "Fine. One of you run find a med-tech. I will go with the other to oversee the transport." "Thank you, sir!" the kid exclaimed, bolting back down the hall. Rising, Zechs followed the other young man to storage room 5 and used his access card to open it. The room was dark, the only thing occupying it the stasis tank. The liquid inside glowed faintly green, casting a sickly light to Heero's sleeping face. Such an attractive boy. The soldier lingering at Zechs' elbow gazed up at him, and the commander shot him a glare. "Well?" he snapped. "Don't you know emergency procedures?" "Y-yes, sir!" the kid squeaked, leaping into action. Hustling to the tank, the kid accessed the control panel and typed in some commands. The tank, standing straight up, began falling backward. A few inches from the floor the hoverpad kicked in, stopping the tank's slamming into stone. The soldier began pushing it toward the door. Zechs took the lead. They were halfway to the transport bays when the radios crackled to life. "Transport bay fifteen has been blocked! Commander, the whole roof caved in over that section! You'll have to take private landcrawlers out! It's not safe over here!" Static took the rest of the conversation. The soldier pushing the tank gave Zechs a wide-eyed look. "Well, you heard him," Zechs said gently. They made it nearly to the private hangars when they were once more stopped, this time by two ensigns. Both were loyal to Zechs and committed to getting him offworld. "We have a private landcrawler waiting, sir," one of them said. Zechs turned to the soldier. "You're relieved," he said, hoping his voice sounded gruff and understanding. "Take yourself to the bunkers, kid. You'll be far safer there." The kid nodded. "Thank you, sir. Will you be all right?" "Yes." Saluting, the kid scurried off. Zechs put him out of his mind. The easy part was done. The rest would be the real trial. o8o o8o "What is it, Wufei?" Heero asked wearily. He'd spent the most part of the day in the infirmary with Trowa and Quatre, feeling utterly useless unable to hold his love. Duo, not fully recovered, was still feeling the effects of the virus in the form of wildly varying emotions. Trowa and Quatre had dealt with everything from fury to bitterness to despair. "Gate room," Wufei said. "It's important." Heero no longer had a body, so it was physically impossible to feel weary. But he felt tired in his soul. A few seconds later he appeared on one of the monitors in the control room. "What is it?" Down in the gate room, the stargate disengaged. Distracted, Heero glanced down. And froze. "What is he doing here?" he hissed. "Bringing precious cargo," Wufei replied, eyes strange. Heero glared at him. "What cargo? Why shouldn't I kill him right now?" "Look at what he brought," Wufei ordered gently. Fuming, Heero obeyed. A stasis tank. Using the cameras to zoom on its occupant, he got a closer look. And probably would have fainted were it still within his capacity. "That . . . that's . . ." "Your body," Wufei confirmed. "Alive, though not functioning without you. Marquise smuggled it out." "I'm almost done with the super computer," Sam abruptly piped up, moving to Wufei's side. "I'm pretty sure I'll be able to use it to 'download' you back into your body." "Pretty sure?" Heero repeated, trying not to be skeptical. But false hope was more destructive than despair, in some ways. Sam smiled a little. "Actually, something like this happened to me once. I was forced out of my own body. But I was restored, so I'm confident we'll be able to do the same thing for you." For a long time, Heero simply stared. "Don't tell Duo," he heard himself say eventually, "in case it doesn't work." "We won't," Wufei promised. "Major Carter
will be done with her computer in three days. And then we'll be able
to put you back in your body. Don't worry, Heero. It'll work."
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