Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Home ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Coming Home

Author: ShitaeTenshi (shitaetenshi @ hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

General Warnings: some OOC (trying to keep that to a minimum), angst

Summary: In a race against time the former Gundam pilots try to stop two experiments. But the experiments have their own agenda.

Rating: R

Spoilers: post EW

Pairings: 1+2+3+4+5, 2+H, no romantic relationships (and no whining about it!)

Quick Key

“blah” speaking

`blah' thoughts

 

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“I'm sorry to have pulled all of you off of your prior cases but this new one needs your unique experience.” Une looked at the five young men sitting around the conference table, dreading what she was about to reveal. “All of the information we've been able to retrieve is in this folder.” She slid a brown accordion folder to the center of the table; no one moved to look at it. “This takes top priority; anything you need just name it.”

 

Duo let out a whistle. “Damn. Okay Une, what's gotten you so spooked?”

 

“I must ask as well.” Scrutinizing Une, Wufei leaned forward slightly. “What could you possible need the five of us for?”

 

Une clenched her right hand, gaining some confidence from that small gesture. “You'll find the information…”

 

“I believe we'd like to hear it from you,” Quatre gently interrupted her, smiling slightly, trying to put her at ease.

 

Her shoulders slumping slightly, Une gave in. “We have discovered a hidden laboratory using one of the abandoned mining asteroids for their base. They were conducting two types of research there; one mixing human and animal DNA, the other hooking human brains to computers.” She met their eyes, her own haunted. “There are two experiments missing, the last ones, and the only successful ones, from both tests. From what we've been able to determine, both of them are on their way here to Earth for unknown reasons.”

 

“And the ones doing this research?” Heero prompted, wondering just what had caused the nearly unflappable commander to lose it.

 

Une squared her shoulders. “The five of you already know the scientists. After all, each one helped train you.” Looks of disbelief met her statement.

 

“You're telling me those fuckers lived?!?!” Duo exploded up, hands braced on the table as he stared at Une, his jaw working though nothing else came out. All she could do was nod. Collapsing back into the seat, Duo stared blankly at the wall. “Well fuck.”

 

“Your command of the English language never fails to amaze me Maxwell,” Wufei dryly quipped, pulling the folder over and opening it. A stream of Chinese escaped as he looked at the pictures.

 

Trowa arched an eyebrow. “Is that even possible for a water buffalo?” Snarling, Wufei threw a picture across the table. With a flutter it landed between Trowa and Quatre, face up. Trowa hissed when he saw it.

 

“Merciful Allah,” Quatre breathed in horror, the blood draining from his face. Moving slowly, he raised his head to stare at Une. “How many?” he choked out.

 

“Over a hundred between the two experiments.” Une glanced at the photo, turning away with a shudder.

 

Morbidly curious, Duo reached across the table, pulling the small photo over; Heero leaning over his shoulder. They both stiffened in outrage, the photo falling from Duo's nerveless fingers, fluttering to the table once more. The innocent picture peered up, heedless of the effect it's content caused. “We'll need a shuttle,” Duo calmly stated, staring at the far wall, his eyes hooded. “We'll need to examine the site ourselves and see what else we can uncover.”

 

“At least two of us should stay here,” Quatre's eerily calm voice joined Duo. “Heero and Duo should be the ones to go to the site while Trowa and Wufei contact the various Earth-side spaceports, find out what you can about their schedules and procedures. I'll go through the current information; we'll conference again once the three of us staying dirtside have done our first tasks.”

 

“I'll get the Preventer shuttle cleared immediately. It will be ready for you when you get to the station.” The four moved, brushing past Une, their faces deceptively calm. Une shuddered, understanding just what was in store for those that had dared anger the former Gundam pilots.

 

“Une,” Quatre watched the Commander shudder slightly as she met his icy eyes. “Do not let anyone in here until I leave.” He pulled the folder over, casually dismissing her. She nodded and left, leaning against the door, eyes closed.

 

“Commander?”

 

Her eyes snapped open, pinning Trainee Martin. “Make sure no one enters this room until Agent Winner leaves.” Her eyes narrowed, stopping Trainee Martin before he could ask. “No one, not you, not me, not the Ministers. Understand?”

 

“Y…Yes Ma'am.” Trainee Martin shakily saluted her, taking her place before the door as she moved down the hallway.

 

Inside the conference room Quatre pored over the information, shoving his horror to one side as he worked. On the other side of the table, forgotten, sat the lone picture, a picture of a small boy suspended in a clear, liquid-filled tube, an air mask over his mouth and nose. He was anchored in place by multiple straps, under his arms, around his waist and by his ankles. The picture had been taken from the side, showing his profile and what had happened to the back of his head. The entire back of the skull, and part of the crown, had been removed, exposing the brain. A mass of wires led from the brain of that small boy up to the top of the tube and to the small computer housed there. A digital display flashed his status: died during operation, to be studied further.

 

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A/N

Well, that's the beginning. It's a weird little fic that popped into my head and wouldn't leave. Hope people enjoy, it's going to be an interesting ride (grin). As always, reviews are welcome, especially critiques, any flames will be used to make smores.