Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of its characters are mine. None of the mystical creatures are of my creation. Seelie and Unseelie, the way I use them here, were created by Laurel K. Hamilton. Hands of power were also created by Laurel K. Hamilton. The story and all original characters are mine. If I forgot to credit anything to its rightful owner, please email me, and I will credit it to them.

Pairings: 2x1, 3+4+3, 13+11 5+M H+Kali+H Rating CxKali Odin+OC: NC- 17, eventually Warning: several lemons, no spoiler, AU, definite yaoi, yuri lemon, OOC, angst, more as it comes

Author's notes: 'blah' = thoughts 'blah' = mind-speaking

<<blah>> = Low Mystical

Peace Children Chapter 18

Grendel and Griffin looked at each other. J's proposition to the two Trackers was tempting.

Trackers, despite being killers and obviously, hunters by nature, had strong familial bonds. They knew that if J got the Peace Children without their help, he would surely kill their families. However, if they didn't track them for him, J might not get the Children before they came into their full powers, and the Children could save all the captured Mysticals.

It was not a chance Grendel could take; he would save his wife and children no matter what. A glance at Griffin informed him that his cousin had come to the same conclusion.

"What do you want us to do?" Grendel asked in a strangely guttural voice, his bat-like wings fluttering across his back.

***

"Wake up," someone said, nudging Kali. "It's light out, we should go."

Kali batted the hands away, rolling over to fall back into slumber. The hands come back, poking her in the ribs. She still would not budge.

Catherine was frustrated by Kali's reluctance to awaken. She smirked as she thought of an idea, then she pounced.

"Attack of the tickle monster!" Catherine cried, as she proceeded to tickle the girl into consciousness.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" Kali giggled, fighting off Catherine's hands. "Ah! Stop! You win, I'm up." Kali held her hands out to Catherine, who took the hint and helped her up.

She gasped as the touch caused her to have a vision. She was in a laboratory. There were tubes on all sides of it, and Kali could see that there were people in them. Hundreds of them.

Kali saw some people on the other side of the lab, not in tubes. It was that Wufei boy that she had met in one of her classes, the two boys who made out in front of the benches every day before school (she didn't know their names), some Chinese girl, Odin, Hilde, and finally *two* Heeros. One Heero was throwing a fireball right at her.

"Kali, snap out of it," Catherine said, shaking the girl. "We've got to get moving. The Collectors have somehow convinced a Tracker to come after you. We have to go before it gets here."

Kali nodded and went to take a quick shower. Tracker or no Tracker, she was not going to be sticky all day.

***

Heero and Duo were conversing telepathically with each other, increasing their mental bond as well as their emotional one. Duo was currently telling Heero about his family.

'My dad dies when I was very young,' Duo told his young lover. 'Drunk driver. Tore my mother up. It wasn't exactly easy on Solo or me, either. He's my brother. You spoke to him the other day on the phone.'

'I'm sorry that happened to you,' Heero replied, trying to console Duo. He kissed his love on the tip of his nose. 'That will never happen to us. If one of us dies, so does the other. Of course, that means we'll *both* die if Trowa does.'

'What do you mean by that?' Duo asked.

Heero mentally smacked himself on the head, as he realized that Duo didn't know how the prophet/power relationship worked. 'Basically, if I did, Trowa dies, and vice versa. It's a safety measure to insure the loyalty of the prophet to the power and to make sure the power protects the prophet,' he said.

Odin stopped the van, effectively ending their conversation. "We're stopping for food," he explained. "Heero, Hilde, will you two come with me to carry the food?"

They consented and Heero moved to get off Duo's lap. He stood up and was just about to climb over Trowa's legs, when Bast jumped on him, causing him to lose his balance. He fell onto Trowa.

Heero kept himself from falling face-first into the prophet's lap by throwing out his arms to brace himself. He scrambled off Trowa when he realized exactly *where* his hands had landed. "Oh, Lord and Lady, Trowa, I am so sorry," he stammered, blushing furiously.

Trowa didn't notice this. His irises darkened, spreading to stain his entire eyelid black. He was in the grip of a vision; Heero's touch had thrown him into it.

***

Kali got out of the shower, quickly covering herself in new clothes: sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt. She had her black hair put in a French braid.

She walked out of the bathroom and noticed that Catherine had on her clothes from yesterday. 'That won't do,' she thought. She went to Catherine, startling the older woman as she changed her clothes for her.

Kali reached up to give Catherine a kiss as the door to the motel room was kicked in.

***

Trowa was in a laboratory, watching as the scene before him unfolded. He saw himself and the others rush into the room. He watched as they discovered the Mysticals in the tubing. He could do nothing as Collector Agents surrounded them and herded in Kali and his sister. He was helpless as the brutes forced Kali and Heero into two empty, larger tubes.

He gasped as he heard the one he instinctively knew as J cackle, "You fools. There *is* no War Child. You fell into my plan to separate you. Only *together* could you have beat me."

Trowa slowly once more became aware of the world around him. He recognized Quatre's and Heero's voices asking him if he was okay.

"I'm fine," he said. He turned to Heero. "There is no War Child. It was a hoax. I need you to contact your sister. If the two of you don't fight together, all Mysticals will die."

Trowa slumped back in his seat, exhausted. He hoped that if Kali and Heero were reunited soon, his vision would not come to pass.

Selune