Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Chance to See ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mecha / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 328 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Mecha / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.25.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 328 | Status: Completed
Title: A Chance to See - Part 1
Author: Emily, roguegirl@att.net
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: shonen ai in the forms of 1+2+1 and alluded 3+4+3, language, contemplations of death, weird time-shifts and alternate universe situations, EW-OVA paraphrasing -=sweatdrop=-, angst (almost forgot that one)
Notes: "Speech" - 'Thought' - *Emphasis* - [Flashback]
Comments: While I am writing the story, the idea is actually Sharon's. Visit her site at www.zerotwofan.com and take a look around. -=coughdoujincoverscanscough=- It's sorta-kinda a fusion with "It's a Wonderful Life", but since I never saw the second half of the movie, there is no way in hell I could follow it. ^_^ If you like this genre, check out Yamato's "No Need For Heero" in the serious fic section of www.heerosferret.com (it's good; trust me). Without further ado, enjoy.
"One man's life touches so many others, when he's not there it leaves an awfully big hole."
"You've been given a great gift, George. A chance to see what the world would be like without you."
~Clarence, "It's A Wonderful Life"
*~**~*
From the bitter cold and the gaudy decorations strewn about, Heero Yuy knew that it was still Christmas time...most likely of AC 196, but because of ZERO's sick and distorted sense of humor, he wasn't sure of the particular circumstances. 'Maybe this really *is* a world where I never existed,' he thought, but quickly shook it away. 'That's not possible. I probably passed out and am hallucinating this whole thing.'
"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" Heero recognized the smooth, purring voice and reflexively pulled out his gun, turning around and pointing it in the direction the voice came from.
"Dorothy Catalonia." It was more of a statement than a greeting. "What do you want?"
The girl swiped a finger over a forked eyebrow and made a tsking sound. "You must have some *nerve* coming to Romefeller and threatening me like that. Grandfather wouldn't be pleased."
"Dermail is dead," Heero replied, sight not wavering and keeping his voice as flat as possible.
Dorothy had an amused but predatory expression on her face. "Au contraire[1], he is *very* much alive and *very* much in control of this miserable little Earth *and* her daughter colonies. Unless you think that miserable *pilot* succeeded in his latest assassination attempt." She sighed dramatically. "At least we have his Gundam. Now, what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't."
"You must be a soldier of some sort; I can tell from your stance..."
"Who is the pilot attempting to assassinate Dermail?" 'It could be any of them... Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei...'
"It's public knowledge; he's been a renegade for a full year now. Not to mention the price on his head... Your name *before* I give one to you. Besides, you already seem to know mine."
'Give her my name and if she doesn't recognize it, better for me; if she does, I can always shoot her.' "Heero Yuy."
Dorothy laughed sharply. "Same as that colonial leader, is it?"
Heero's eye twitched. "Yes."
"You're parents must've had *quite* the sense of humor. The renegade is Wufei Chang, pilot of Gundam 05, sent from the L-5 cluster. If you happen to see him, he'll be worth a lot to you."
The Japanese pilot smirked and put his gun away. "Maybe I should go find him then." He turned around and left. 'If Wufei's keeping an eye on this place, I should let him find me. There's no way he would let someone that pulled a gun on Catalonia leave his attention.'
*~**~*
Heero knew Wufei was right behind him even before he felt the cold steel of the Chinese pilot's katana pressed against his throat. Stealth hadn't been Wufei's specialty; it was Duo's. "You're looking for me," Wufei growled. It wasn't a question.
"Yes..." Heero answered cautiously, wondering how much the Altron pilot would believe. "You and the others."
"What do you want?"
"To help you. The world isn't supposed to be like this."
Wufei snorted and relaxed his hold on the sword but still held it cautiously. "Who the *hell* are you and where do your loyalties lie?"
Heero rotated slowly, holding his hands up to show he wasn't going for a weapon anytime soon. "Heero Yuy...a Gundam pilot sent by L-1 from a different time."
The other pilot narrowed his eyes skeptically. "There was no pilot from L-1. J hadn't found the right person to do it[2]."
"Th-There's only the four of you?"
"Was. Now there's only one: me."
Heero felt a pang in his heart. 'Duo...no...'
"Look...I don't know what to think about you, but I can tell that you aren't an enemy. Maybe I'm hallucinating right now, but if you are an illusion, maybe I could humor myself and fill you in."
'Wufei believes me...or at least he wants to. He's fighting alone, now. He always was separate from the rest of us, but now he's actually alone.' "What happened to Duo? And Trowa and Quatre?"
The Chinese boy sighed, pulling a slip of paper out of his pocket. "I'm a wanted man, so I can't go with you, but you'll find Quatre here." 'It's an address and a room number. An apartment complex of some sort? Wufei makes it sound like Quatre was dead...unless he's working for OZ...' "Come back to this area if you want to contact me. I'll find you."
Heero looked up to thank him, but Wufei was gone. 'Looks like I'll just have to get my answers from Quatre.'
*~**~*
Stark white walls and the constant stench of cleanliness made Heero's stomach do somersaults. The address wasn't an apartment complex; it was an institution. Heero had the distinct feeling that Quatre wouldn't give him any answers.
Heero had snuck in the back, knocking out a doctor and removing him of his labcoat and the necessary authorization card to access this particular section of the building. The room he was looking for was in the heavy security ward. The door had a small panel that slid open to reveal a plastic window, no more than three by six inches. The Japanese pilot inhaled sharply.
The room was a white cube. More like a cell that appeared twenty feet long, twenty feet white, and eight feet high. Black smudges were marring the white surface, and Heero realized it was charcoal. Some of the smudges were actual words; others looked like sketches. There were no windows other than the small plastic one on the door, and the source of the light in the room couldn't be determined. A mural stretched across the back wall; it depicted two mobile suits in the heat of battle, ending in the second one exploding in space. Another wall had various charcoal images of a young man, distorted and twisted with pain. It took Heero a few seconds to realize that the young man was Trowa, and the whole situation seemed to sink in. Heero had been to a similar battle in his own time, but he wasn't around for this one; this one had ended differently. The final wall that Heero could see had words scrawled all over it. There were smaller ones that had smudged beyond readibility, but the larger, repetitive ones Heero could read said "Something...something..." in sharp, jagged letters.
Quatre himself was sitting in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He looked thinner; there were dark circles under his eyes, and by the jerky motions he made, Heero could tell that the boy was on the edge, extremely paranoid and in a perpetual state of fear.
Then Heero noticed the clipboard hanging in a tray off the door. He picked it up and glanced through the pages written in the practically illegible handwriting of a doctor.
NAME: Quatre Raberba Winner
AGE: 17
GENDER: male
DATE OF ADMISSION: 8/16/195
REASON FOR ADMISSION: murder
MENTAL ILLNESS(ES): extreme depression and paranoia, insomnia, high violent tendencies, guilt, suicidal tendencies, others that most likely haven't been observed yet
Heero didn't bother to read the medication. They had Quatre on about a dozen different pills or treatments that most likely counteracted each other and made the boy worse off than he already was. 'Murder... Trowa actually died this time.' Heero slid the panel shut, not wanting to look at his friend. 'Saying that Quatre was upset when he *thought* he killed Trowa was an understatement; it was obvious they had feelings for each other, but now Trowa is actually dead.'
["Was. Now there's only one: me."]
"If Quatre's been committed and Trowa's dead, what happened to Duo?" Heero closed his eyes. 'Duo was scheduled for execution when Barge caught him; I had saved him. He's most likely dead, as well.' Heero reopened the panel. Quatre looked like a shadow of himself; he just looked so dead. Heero knew that none of them were particularly *sane*, but the fact that *his* life made the difference between life and death, sanity and insanity was unbelievable. "I'm sorry, Quatre," Heero whispered, closing the panel. "I need to find Wufei. I need to know what's happened...to everyone."
*~**~*
Tsuzuku
[1] I *don't* know French! It's probably spelled wrong! Don't laugh at me; I'm a Spanish student!
[2] Creative license. In Episode Zero, J said he liked the look in Heero's eyes and invited him for the training. I assumed that if Heero was never born, J never found the right kid, so he never succeeded in his part of Operation M.
Author: Emily, roguegirl@att.net
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: shonen ai in the forms of 1+2+1 and alluded 3+4+3, language, contemplations of death, weird time-shifts and alternate universe situations, EW-OVA paraphrasing -=sweatdrop=-, angst (almost forgot that one)
Notes: "Speech" - 'Thought' - *Emphasis* - [Flashback]
Comments: While I am writing the story, the idea is actually Sharon's. Visit her site at www.zerotwofan.com and take a look around. -=coughdoujincoverscanscough=- It's sorta-kinda a fusion with "It's a Wonderful Life", but since I never saw the second half of the movie, there is no way in hell I could follow it. ^_^ If you like this genre, check out Yamato's "No Need For Heero" in the serious fic section of www.heerosferret.com (it's good; trust me). Without further ado, enjoy.
"One man's life touches so many others, when he's not there it leaves an awfully big hole."
"You've been given a great gift, George. A chance to see what the world would be like without you."
~Clarence, "It's A Wonderful Life"
*~**~*
From the bitter cold and the gaudy decorations strewn about, Heero Yuy knew that it was still Christmas time...most likely of AC 196, but because of ZERO's sick and distorted sense of humor, he wasn't sure of the particular circumstances. 'Maybe this really *is* a world where I never existed,' he thought, but quickly shook it away. 'That's not possible. I probably passed out and am hallucinating this whole thing.'
"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?" Heero recognized the smooth, purring voice and reflexively pulled out his gun, turning around and pointing it in the direction the voice came from.
"Dorothy Catalonia." It was more of a statement than a greeting. "What do you want?"
The girl swiped a finger over a forked eyebrow and made a tsking sound. "You must have some *nerve* coming to Romefeller and threatening me like that. Grandfather wouldn't be pleased."
"Dermail is dead," Heero replied, sight not wavering and keeping his voice as flat as possible.
Dorothy had an amused but predatory expression on her face. "Au contraire[1], he is *very* much alive and *very* much in control of this miserable little Earth *and* her daughter colonies. Unless you think that miserable *pilot* succeeded in his latest assassination attempt." She sighed dramatically. "At least we have his Gundam. Now, what did you say your name was?"
"I didn't."
"You must be a soldier of some sort; I can tell from your stance..."
"Who is the pilot attempting to assassinate Dermail?" 'It could be any of them... Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei...'
"It's public knowledge; he's been a renegade for a full year now. Not to mention the price on his head... Your name *before* I give one to you. Besides, you already seem to know mine."
'Give her my name and if she doesn't recognize it, better for me; if she does, I can always shoot her.' "Heero Yuy."
Dorothy laughed sharply. "Same as that colonial leader, is it?"
Heero's eye twitched. "Yes."
"You're parents must've had *quite* the sense of humor. The renegade is Wufei Chang, pilot of Gundam 05, sent from the L-5 cluster. If you happen to see him, he'll be worth a lot to you."
The Japanese pilot smirked and put his gun away. "Maybe I should go find him then." He turned around and left. 'If Wufei's keeping an eye on this place, I should let him find me. There's no way he would let someone that pulled a gun on Catalonia leave his attention.'
*~**~*
Heero knew Wufei was right behind him even before he felt the cold steel of the Chinese pilot's katana pressed against his throat. Stealth hadn't been Wufei's specialty; it was Duo's. "You're looking for me," Wufei growled. It wasn't a question.
"Yes..." Heero answered cautiously, wondering how much the Altron pilot would believe. "You and the others."
"What do you want?"
"To help you. The world isn't supposed to be like this."
Wufei snorted and relaxed his hold on the sword but still held it cautiously. "Who the *hell* are you and where do your loyalties lie?"
Heero rotated slowly, holding his hands up to show he wasn't going for a weapon anytime soon. "Heero Yuy...a Gundam pilot sent by L-1 from a different time."
The other pilot narrowed his eyes skeptically. "There was no pilot from L-1. J hadn't found the right person to do it[2]."
"Th-There's only the four of you?"
"Was. Now there's only one: me."
Heero felt a pang in his heart. 'Duo...no...'
"Look...I don't know what to think about you, but I can tell that you aren't an enemy. Maybe I'm hallucinating right now, but if you are an illusion, maybe I could humor myself and fill you in."
'Wufei believes me...or at least he wants to. He's fighting alone, now. He always was separate from the rest of us, but now he's actually alone.' "What happened to Duo? And Trowa and Quatre?"
The Chinese boy sighed, pulling a slip of paper out of his pocket. "I'm a wanted man, so I can't go with you, but you'll find Quatre here." 'It's an address and a room number. An apartment complex of some sort? Wufei makes it sound like Quatre was dead...unless he's working for OZ...' "Come back to this area if you want to contact me. I'll find you."
Heero looked up to thank him, but Wufei was gone. 'Looks like I'll just have to get my answers from Quatre.'
*~**~*
Stark white walls and the constant stench of cleanliness made Heero's stomach do somersaults. The address wasn't an apartment complex; it was an institution. Heero had the distinct feeling that Quatre wouldn't give him any answers.
Heero had snuck in the back, knocking out a doctor and removing him of his labcoat and the necessary authorization card to access this particular section of the building. The room he was looking for was in the heavy security ward. The door had a small panel that slid open to reveal a plastic window, no more than three by six inches. The Japanese pilot inhaled sharply.
The room was a white cube. More like a cell that appeared twenty feet long, twenty feet white, and eight feet high. Black smudges were marring the white surface, and Heero realized it was charcoal. Some of the smudges were actual words; others looked like sketches. There were no windows other than the small plastic one on the door, and the source of the light in the room couldn't be determined. A mural stretched across the back wall; it depicted two mobile suits in the heat of battle, ending in the second one exploding in space. Another wall had various charcoal images of a young man, distorted and twisted with pain. It took Heero a few seconds to realize that the young man was Trowa, and the whole situation seemed to sink in. Heero had been to a similar battle in his own time, but he wasn't around for this one; this one had ended differently. The final wall that Heero could see had words scrawled all over it. There were smaller ones that had smudged beyond readibility, but the larger, repetitive ones Heero could read said "Something...something..." in sharp, jagged letters.
Quatre himself was sitting in a corner, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He looked thinner; there were dark circles under his eyes, and by the jerky motions he made, Heero could tell that the boy was on the edge, extremely paranoid and in a perpetual state of fear.
Then Heero noticed the clipboard hanging in a tray off the door. He picked it up and glanced through the pages written in the practically illegible handwriting of a doctor.
NAME: Quatre Raberba Winner
AGE: 17
GENDER: male
DATE OF ADMISSION: 8/16/195
REASON FOR ADMISSION: murder
MENTAL ILLNESS(ES): extreme depression and paranoia, insomnia, high violent tendencies, guilt, suicidal tendencies, others that most likely haven't been observed yet
Heero didn't bother to read the medication. They had Quatre on about a dozen different pills or treatments that most likely counteracted each other and made the boy worse off than he already was. 'Murder... Trowa actually died this time.' Heero slid the panel shut, not wanting to look at his friend. 'Saying that Quatre was upset when he *thought* he killed Trowa was an understatement; it was obvious they had feelings for each other, but now Trowa is actually dead.'
["Was. Now there's only one: me."]
"If Quatre's been committed and Trowa's dead, what happened to Duo?" Heero closed his eyes. 'Duo was scheduled for execution when Barge caught him; I had saved him. He's most likely dead, as well.' Heero reopened the panel. Quatre looked like a shadow of himself; he just looked so dead. Heero knew that none of them were particularly *sane*, but the fact that *his* life made the difference between life and death, sanity and insanity was unbelievable. "I'm sorry, Quatre," Heero whispered, closing the panel. "I need to find Wufei. I need to know what's happened...to everyone."
*~**~*
Tsuzuku
[1] I *don't* know French! It's probably spelled wrong! Don't laugh at me; I'm a Spanish student!
[2] Creative license. In Episode Zero, J said he liked the look in Heero's eyes and invited him for the training. I assumed that if Heero was never born, J never found the right kid, so he never succeeded in his part of Operation M.