Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 101 ( Chapter 101 )

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Shinigami is out for his revenge against Barton and Heero has his work cut out for him in trying to keep Barton alive. Quatre and Trowa have their hands full sorting out the problems with the Gundams and Shuttles. Une is brought up to speed and Hawkins tries to reverse the Firecell.

Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.09.2010 | Pages: 11 | Words: 9.9K | Visits: 260 | Status: Work In Progress

“Family Ties”

January 2007 ShenLong

Chapter 101

[Preventer Shuttle 121]

Having completed the depressurization procedure, Quatre stepped out onto the satellite surface, gun drawn at the ready should he come across any of the mobile suit pilots that decided to be a hero. Whilst the suits themselves had been decimated and some of the pilots had managed to return to the safety of the Dome, others were still inside their suits. Whether that was by choice or simply otherwise, Quatre had no way of knowing, hence the extra precaution.

Checking the small device in his hand, he set out for where the other shuttle should be. Unable to see the craft due to the cloaking device he was completely reliant on the small gadget that not only guided him to the craft, but would also permit him entry once the secure code was entered and his identity confirmed.

He was lucky so far, no sign of another human being. The device beeped to inform him the shuttle was just ahead and he would need to input the secure code. Pressing the appropriate buttons, Quatre waited for the code to be accepted. It was and he was allowed to approach the craft. He felt rather than saw the metal of the ramp and then he was inside the small chamber. The door closed behind him and the pressure equalized. Removing his helmet, his retinas were scanned and the other door opened to permit him to enter the shuttle properly.

With a soft sigh, Quatre left the helmet and headed directly to the cockpit.

Settling into the seat, he brought the shuttle's computers fully on line and began the diagnostics check. With the computer busy running the checks, he picked up the headset and tuned into the channel for the other shuttle.

“Preventer Shuttle 221,” came Trowa's soft voice.

“Hey, it's Quatre. I made it okay.”

A soft exhalation of air greeted Quatre's ears. “Thank god.”

“Everything okay over there?” Quatre chuckled.

“All still fine and dandy. What about the other shuttle? Any visible damage?”

“None that I've been able to detect so far, but I've only seen part of it, I'm planning on checking the rest out in a minute.”

“Diagnostics?”

“Running the check now.”

“Be careful.”

“I will. Any news from the others yet?”

“No. I've not had any communication from them in a while. I hope everything is okay.”

Quatre closed his eyes and let his empathy seep forth. He scanned around with it, trying to see if he could pick up on anything at all from the other four.

“Quatre?”

“Sorry, Trowa. I was trying to see if I could pick up anything from the others.”

“Did you?”

“Not much. All I'm getting is very faint pulses so at least we know they're all still alive.”

“Better than nothing,” Trowa replied.

“How are you doing?” Quatre asked.

“I've been better, but I'm okay.”

“I'll get back to this damage report then. The sooner I'm finished the sooner I can get back to you over there.”

“Roger that.”

“Let me know if you hear anything as I'll be out of the cockpit for a while doing a visual. I'll have the communicator with me though.”

“Will do. Be careful, Quatre.”

“I'll do my best. Love you.”

“I love you too. Air out.”

“Space out.”

* * *

[Satellite XRB 23 Control Room]

“Make one false move and I'll slit your throat,” Duo growled and to prove he wasn't bluffing, he pressed the steel a little tighter against Barton's throat.

A soft whimper came from the older man.

“Call your goons off. I want all of your people to toss their weapons out, stand up and put their hands in the air where I can see them,” Duo demanded.

“Get fucked,” Barton snarled.

“Wrong answer.” Keeping the knife at Barton's throat, Duo grabbed an arm and brought it around Barton's back, pinning the man to the ground even more effectively. “I'll ask you again. Tell your people to toss their weapons out then stand up with their hands where I can see them.” Duo pulled on the arm for emphasis

Barton gave a grimace of pain and squeezed his eyes shut. His body trembled and he swallowed hard.

“Tell your men to drop their weapons before I lose my temper and do something you will regret,” Duo insisted.

“Fuck off.”

Duo yanked on the arm, smirking when he heard Barton scream in pain. “Last chance.” The knife began to move a little against the skin of Barton's neck, breaking the surface skin and allowing droplets of blood to appear.

“Shoot the bastards!” Barton yelled.

“You prick!” Duo snarled and pulled hard on the arm, twisting it at the same time and giving a satisfied grunt when he heard the sound of the bones breaking.

The remaining, able guards were confused, unsure of what to do. The order of `Shoot the bastards' rang clear in the air followed seconds later by a scream of agony. Wufei, Heero and Zechs also heard the order and following scream; only they weren't sure who the scream came from.

Heero hit panic mode, scrambling behind the remaining desks in an effort to get to where Barton was. Anything that got in his way was flattened without a second thought. Zechs and Wufei seized the moment of confusion amongst Barton's guards to take down as many as possible.

“I ought to fucking kill you here and now, slowly and painfully,” Duo snapped as he landed a punch to the side of Barton's head. “You deserve to rot in hell, only hell would probably reject your stinking corpse.” Duo's lip was curled back in a feral snarl, eyes a deep purple as he let Barton know exactly how he felt about him - and not just verbally either.

Barton suddenly knew what it was like to be terrified. The man's eyes sparked with an unholy fire, the very pits of hell visible in them. Barton felt his entire body turn cold with the chill of absolute fear. There was something not quite human about pilot 02.

With the guards and remaining techs realizing they were fighting a losing battle, they tossed their weapons aside, raised their hands in the air and stepped out from their various hiding places. A chorus of `Don't shoot. I surrender.' echoed around the control room.

Heero rounded the end of the desk Barton had been using as a shield and came to an abrupt stop. Before him, Barton lay in a pool of his own blood, one arm twisted at a funny angle. Duo was crouched half over him, fist poised in the air and about to strike.

“Agent Night! Stand down!” Heero barked and waited for Duo to respond.

The words penetrated Duo's mind and he paused in his strike. Shinigami snarled and pushed forth, the raised fist suddenly slamming down into Barton's back.

“02! Prisoner secure, stand down!” Heero tried again and edged closer to his lover. He could see the war being waged inside Duo's mind, Shinigami in full revenge mode and unwilling to retreat whilst Duo's gentle psyche struggled to break through. Making sure Duo could see him; Heero approached with caution and gently placed his hand on Duo's shoulder. Purple eyes blinked and looked up to him, the fist about to swing in Heero's direction when recognition finally made it through.

“Heero...”

“Stand down, 02. I've got your back.” Heero said softly.

Duo lowered the fist, his eyes blinking rapidly as he pushed Shinigami back further. Reluctantly, his alter ego surrendered and retreated back into the deep recesses of Duo's mind.

“It's okay, Duo. Barton's men have surrendered and we have them all in custody.” Heero pulled his lover up and into his strong embrace.

Duo's eyes scanned around the control room and saw that Heero's words were true. Wufei and Zechs were busy securing Barton's men with whatever they could find. Relief flooded his system, then he tensed again. “Barton?” he whispered. “I - I didn't kill him, did I?” Guilt began to replace the fear.

“No, Duo. You didn't kill him, just roughed him up a bit,” Heero informed his lover. “Although I wish you'd left a bit for me.”

Duo couldn't help but snicker at that and turned to look at the floor where an unconscious Barton lay in a tangled mess, blood around and over him.

“Fuck! Une's gonna have my ass for this,” Duo moaned.

“No, she won't. Under the circumstances I think you were quite restrained and she did say she wanted him alive, but she didn't say anything about him being damaged.” Heero pressed a kiss to Duo's temple. “Besides, I'm the only one that's allowed to have your ass,” he added with a growl and to prove his point, Heero grabbed Duo's ass and squeezed. “Mine,” he stated fiercely

Duo snuggled deeper into his husband's embrace. “I saw him fire on you, he... he hit you. Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, just a bullet graze,” Heero replied.

“Thank god. I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

“It's over now, Duo,” Heero soothed, running his hand along his partner's back.

“Not quite,” Duo chuckled. “We still have the mop up to do, a Firecell to reverse and then there's the minor issue of Gundams and shuttles to fix so we can return to earth.”

“Shit! The professor,” Heero suddenly stated and glanced wildly around.

“He's safe, Heero,” Duo informed him. “I got him away from Barton and left him with Wufei. He... he took a bullet that was meant for me,” he added quietly.

“He's not-”

“No, Heero. The bullet went in by his shoulder and I'm pretty sure it nicked his lung. I don't think it's life threatening, but the sooner he gets medical attention the better.”

Heero sighed. “I think we should get moving then, try to sort out this mess.”

“Good idea. I'm looking forward to going home, having a nice, hot soak in the tub and cuddling both you and Keitaro.”

“And visiting Sally,” Heero added with a firm look.

“I'm fine, Heero. Tro did a good job in bandaging me up,” Duo protested.

“I'm not talking about those injuries, although they will need to be looked at. I'm talking about another medical condition, one we need confirming,” Heero said softly and ran a gentle hand over the small swell of Duo's abdomen.

“Ah. Right.” Duo's eyes glazed over. “And if it's positive?” Duo didn't add he was pretty positive himself that Sally would confirm what he already knew.

“Then I guess I should start to lay in a stock of crunchie bars,” Heero sighed.

Duo pressed a kiss to his lover's lips. “Not crunchie bars, Heero. This time I have a hankering for oranges.”

Heero sighed and rolled his eyes. “At least they're healthier.”

* * *

[Preventer Shuttle 121]

Quatre sat back down in the pilot's seat and glanced at the computer screen. He'd done a complete walk around the entire shuttle and had been relieved to find no external damage that would put the shuttle in jeopardy. All he had located were a couple of scorch marks on one side of the main belly, but they were only surface marks. The cloaking device had served it well.

The data flashed on the screen and a small smile curved his lips. So far all the diagnostics were looking good too. He was quite relieved to discover that now at least they had one fully functioning shuttle to carry them back to earth.

With the tests pretty much complete, Quatre only had to head back to the other shuttle and await orders from Une in regards to what she planned to do about getting the other shuttle up and running so they could bring the Gundams back. Picking up the headset, he decided to let his lover know he was done and would be returning in a few minutes.

“Shuttle 221, this is shuttle 121. Trowa, do you copy?”

“Hey, gorgeous. I was just thinking about you and wondering how long before you're back here with me. I'm missing my little stud-muffin.”

“Trowa, have you been into the morphine again?”

“Just a small, top up dose,” Trowa chuckled. “Had you going for a while though.”

Quatre sighed. “Yes, you did.”

“What are the results?”

“All fine. Minor skin damage, but nothing that would stop her from flying safely. Computer results show all circuits and systems are functioning normally.”

“That's great news. At least we can get off this hunk of tin as Duo would say.”

Quatre was just about to ask if there had been any word from the other four when the console lights flashed, indicating someone was trying to get in contact. “You getting that, Trowa?”

“Yes, yes I am. I'll see who it is.” Trowa pushed the button. “This is Preventer shuttle 221.”

“Trowa, it's Heero.”

* * *

[Satellite XRB 23 Control Room]

Having calmed Duo down and settled Shinigami back to where he belonged, Heero bent to examine Barton. He noted the other two still in the processes of `arresting' Barton's men, using whatever they could to restrain them.

Rolling the man over, Heero grunted as he took in the state of the man before him.

“He's not going to ...” Duo began to ask and bit his lip, unable to continue.

“No, Duo. He's not going to die on us, more's the pity. Bastards like him deserve to die after what he's done.” Heero continued his examination before standing up. “He's got a broken arm, possible broken cheek, multiple bruises, likely broken ribs, maybe a bruised kidney from that last punch and a few contusions.”

“Not enough if you ask me,” Duo spat.

“He'll have plenty of time sitting in jail to contemplate his misdemeanors,” Heero replied.

“Rotting would be preferable.”

“Come on, we need to help the other two and then see what we can do about getting this Firecell reversed.”

“What about him?” Duo nudged Barton in the ribs.

“I'll find something to secure him with, although he's not about to go anywhere.”

“I can always break a leg, or two just to make sure,” Duo returned, the hopeful tone evident.

“As much as I agree with you, we can't. Une would have fifty fits; as it is she's going to go psycho on us for the damage that has been done to him.”

Duo shuddered at that thought. “Good point, although even the boss can't deny that we only used what force was necessary to take him down.”

Heero raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, maybe a little more force than was necessary...”

Heero raised his other eyebrow.

“Oh for fucks sake! Okay, I used more force than was necessary, but if Une has a problem with it she can take it up with Shinigami, I'm pleading temporary insanity on this one.” Duo threw his arms up in the air in defeat.

Heero chuckled “Don't worry, I'll back you up.”

Duo huffed and turned his back, aiming for where he'd left the professor. He didn't want anything further to do with Barton; if he did he would most likely end up putting the man in intensive care for the rest of his miserable life.

Watching his lover move away, Heero sighed and looked around for something with which to secure Barton. He noted Wufei and Zechs were using computer cords and the like, having used up their allocation of handcuffs, and so he located a couple himself. He tied Barton's legs together but couldn't do much with the arms due to the broken one. He did manage to loosely tie them together though. Satisfied that Barton wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon, he made his way to where Duo was sitting with the professor.

“Professor Hawkins?” Heero asked when he stopped in front of the pair.

Hawkins looked up. “Yes, I'm Hawkins,” he replied.

“Agent Day of Preventers.” Heero extended his hand which the professor took and shook firmly. “I wish to thank you for saving my partner's life,” Heero said quietly.

“You're welcome, although no thanks are needed, I already owe this young man a lot,” Hawkins replied.

Duo blushed. “Prof, if it hadn't been for you, we wouldn't be here with Barton and his goons in custody.”

“Then let's call it even, shall we?” the professor smiled and then groaned as the bullet made its presence known.

“You all right?” Heero asked.

“I've been better, but I can cope. I believe we have a Firecell to reverse?”

“If we can,” Heero replied.

“I suggest we get started then, it could take a while.” The professor attempted to rise. Heero held out a hand and gave the professor a lift. “Thank you.”

“Professor, why don't you and Duo try to find a couple of consoles that are undamaged, I need to check in with the others and let them know what's happening.”

“Okay,” Duo replied for the both of them and began to lead the professor towards the computers.

Heero took out his com unit and pressed the button.

“This is Preventer shuttle 221.”

“Trowa, it's Heero.”

“Heero?! What the fuck is going on? Have you got to the control room yet? Have you arrested Barton? Is everyone okay?”

“Trowa, if you will let me get a word in...”

“Ah, sorry.”

Heero snickered to himself. “We have managed to infiltrate the control room and have Barton in custody along with ten guards and eleven techs. The professor was here too and we are about to try and reverse this Firecell.”

“Status of prisoners and agents?” Quatre's voice came over the line.

“Quatre?”

“Yes, Heero. I'm in the other shuttle finishing off the diagnostics check.”

“Aa.”

“What is the status?” Quatre repeated.

“One guard dead, four injured, five okay. Three techs injured and eight okay. Professor Hawkins has been injured too, bullet wound to the shoulder and lung, not immediately life threatening and treated as best we can for now.”

“What about Barton?” Quatre asked quietly.

“He's alive.”

Both Quatre and Trowa took that to mean that Barton was going to be pretty banged up.

“There's another goon outside the control room, he was one of the ones to have taken Duo from the original kidnappers; injured but alive.”

“And?” Quatre could tell there was more from the tone of Heero's voice.

“Another one, Barton's right hand man... Deceased...”

“Wha-”

“Shinigami,” Heero breathed. He didn't have to say anything more, both Trowa and Quatre understood.

“What is the next step?” Trowa asked.

“Hawkins and I will attempt to reverse the Firecell whilst the others finish securing the prisoners. Once we have that done we will do our best to get Barton to tell his men to all stand down, that they have lost.”

“Any idea how many prisoners we're likely to have on our hands?”

“Unsure. I don't know how many are still roaming the Dome, plus there's the suit pilots that have made it back to the Dome and those still out there. There's also the wounded as well.”

Quatre became all business. “Heero, I'd suggest that once the Firecell is reversed, you take those you currently have to the section of the Dome Barton was using as cells. Lock them all up in there and any others you locate as well. I'll contact Mother Earth and give her the run down. Once that Firecell is reversed I'm sure she will send help.”

“Thanks, Quatre.”

“No problem, Heero. They're going to have to send help anyway as the transport shuttle is in no condition to make the flight back to earth with the Gundams, and we're not leaving them here. The other shuttle is fine and will make the return journey without a problem. I'll contact you once we have further orders from Une.”

“Roger that, Space.”

“Good luck, Heero.”

“Thanks.” Heero disconnected, shoved the com unit back into his pocket and looked around for his lover and the professor. He spotted them just across the room, busy at a couple of terminals that had survived the flying bullets. Picking his way carefully through the broken glass and numerous other bits of wreckage, he made his way across to them.

“What's the go?” Duo asked.

“Quatre will contact Une and fill her in. He will get back to us with further orders once he has them. Meanwhile, we're to do our best in trying to reverse this Firecell.” Heero turned his attention back to the professor who was already firing up the system. “You ready, professor?”

Hawkins cracked his knuckles. “I'm ready.”

“Good.” Heero took up residence in the seat at the terminal next to the professor and fired the computer up. “Okay, where do we go?”

Hawkins recited codes to Heero who typed them in, delving through the computer's memory banks, files and systems until they were both closing in on the program. Duo watched and then gave up trying to follow. He was pretty good with a computer himself, but Heero was better. Watching the professor work though... He was in a class of his own. Duo smirked to himself. He knew his husband would be like lightning in picking up what the professor was doing. Seeing there wasn't anything he could do, Duo wandered off to assist Zechs and Wufei in securing the rest of the prisoners.

* * *

[Preventer Headquarters - Communications]

“Commander Une, your presence is required in the communications room. I have Agent Space and Air on the line.”

“Thank you, Agent Sun. I'll be there in a moment.” Une placed the communicator back on the table and looked to the agents seated around her. “I'm required in the communications department. Whilst I'm gone I want you all to continue to look at ways and means we can deploy to stop Barton's army from taking over the ESUN building.” Une glared at Agent Spice. “And blowing the place up is not high on the agenda of possibles either. That is a last resort.” Une stood and without a glance back, left the conference room and made her way as quickly as she could to the communications department.

Back in the conference room, Spice shrugged. “I thought it had possibilities, at least Barton wouldn't have a building, equipment and all the ESUN data to use; plus we could blow it when most of his army are there and take them out at the same time.”

The rest of the agents did agree, to a point.

“Commander,” Sky said as the door to the communications room shot open and a fast moving Une shot inside.

Une nodded, by-passed Sky and made a beeline for where Sun was sitting. Grabbing a headset, she turned to the agent. “Put him on,' she demanded.

“Yes, ma'am,” Sun replied and twiddled a couple of dials. “Agents Space and Air, the Commander is here now. Go ahead.”

“Commander?”

“What have you got for me, Space?”

“Commander, we've just had word from Agent Day, Barton has been arrested.”

Une gave a loud sigh of relief and her shoulders slumped. Both Sun and Sky let out whoops which they managed to turn into coughs at the glare that was sent their way.

“Space, what is the full status of things up there?”

“Barton has been arrested along with several of his techs and guards. There are some casualties...”

“I thought I made it clear-”

“Yes, ma'am, you did, but as you can appreciate, sometimes things just go wrong. As I was saying, there are some casualties. Actual numbers of deceased and injured are yet to be finalized, although I do know there aren't as many as there could have been. We still have several people within the Dome that are at this point unaware of Barton's capture, plus many suit pilots still remaining in their destroyed suits. As yet we do not know if they are unable to return to the Dome due to injury or if they are just trapped.”

“I understand, Space. What is the status of the agents inside the Dome?”

“Functional, but they are carrying injuries, what exactly they are, I do not know at this point, although none are life threatening.”

“Right. What is happening now?”

“Agent Night managed to rescue the professor and the professor, along with Day are currently attempting to reverse the Firecell. Agents Fire, Wind and Night are securing the prisoners with the intent of locking them in the area Barton was using as cells. Once the Firecell is reversed, Day plans to have Barton tell all his people to stand down and surrender.”

Une thought on that for a minute.

“Commander, we're going to need assistance here to repair the shuttle to bring the Gundams back, also there's a fair amount of clean up to do and transport will be needed to bring the prisoners back to earth for trial. Shuttle 121 is clear and able to fly so we have transport back for the agents currently here,” Quatre informed. “What would you like us to do?”

“Space, continue as planned. I will have teams scrambled and shuttles ready to lift off within a couple of hours. I will inform you of their intended arrival time once all is ready. Meanwhile, I expect you to let me know immediately when the Firecell is reversed.”

“Of course.”

“Space, tell Day I would like him to transmit Barton's speech to Preventer when he speaks to his people and has them surrender.”

“May I ask why?”

“I intend to have it broadcast all over the Earth and Colonies. I'm hoping that once the people see that the Firecell is destroyed, Barton defeated and power over all the systems is restored to the rightful areas, the people will calm down and the rioting will stop. I'm also hoping it will put an end to Barton's army...”

“You have something else planned?” Quatre could feel it.

“Yes, I do. Along with Barton's surrender I have a little something else I plan to broadcast, something that will most certainly bring a halt to Barton's army.”

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