Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Peace Children ❯ Chapter 20 ( Chapter 20 )

Gah! I never thought it was going to be this long!

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and none of its characters are mine. Most of the Mystical creatures are not mine. Prophets and Trackers are. 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

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Peace Children Chapter 20

They had been driving for three hours when it happened, when everything went wrong.

They, meaning Odin, had decided to stop and eat. He didn't know how long it had been since Kali had eaten, but he knew it had been a while since Heero had. He didn't want either of his children being hungry, so he told everyone they were stopping.

Everybody got out of the bus, stretching their legs, and generally feeling glad to be out of the vehicle. They stopped at a picnic area so that Bast could eat, too. The teenagers, and Wufei and Meiran, staked out two picnic tables while Odin walked to a little grocery store near the area to get food.

Duo, Heero, Trowa, Quatre, and Hilde sat at one table, while Wufei, Meiran, Catherine, Kali, and Bast chose the other. Bast curled up in Kali's lap, happy to have her other master back. Hilde sat with the boys so that she wouldn't have to see *her* Kali being lovey-dovey with Catherine.

She initiated a conversation so she wouldn't have to think about how bad it felt to lose someone she never really had in the first place. "So, Heero, tell me, why exactly do the Collectors want you? Why not just kill you, and be done with it? No Peace Children, no problem."

Duo glared at Hilde for saying the "K" word. He wrapped his left arm around his mate protectively, and pulled him close.

"Well, I'm sure if they had caught us when we were younger, they would have," Heero answered, oblivious to Duo's blazing eyes. "We would've taken too long to mature. But, if I understand Trowa correctly, the Collectors have decided to put Kali's and my powers to use. They want to use our magic to kill every other Mystical on earth. Then, when we're drained, it will be easy for them to simply shoot us, or something."

"Oh," Hilde said. She didn't know why she had asked that. She just wanted to get her mind off of Kali, but it had ended up putting her more in the front of Hilde's mind. She searched her brain for a topic that would not relate to Kali whatsoever, but Trowa beat her to it.

"Congratulations," he said, directing his comment toward Duo and Heero.

"For what?" Heero replied, looking startled. He couldn't think of what Trowa was talking about...Well, he *could*, but he wasn't even sure himself, yet.

"On your mating," Trowa answered. Heero visibly deflated over this; his prophet hadn't said what Heero thought he was going to. "And on your babies."

***

"That's him?" Grendel grunted, pointing over towards the picnic tables, from his spot in the forest.

"Roger that," Collector Davidson, leader of Unit 2, said. "You teleport in, with your new stolen magic, grab the kid, and get back to the lab. Then, we go in, and try to get the girl, or take down as many of their associates as we can."

"Roger that," Grendel said, mimicking the Collector. He turned away from her and the other troops, and ripped open a portal to where the Peace Brat was.

***

"What?!" Duo exclaimed. If he had been eating anything, he would have been choking on it. "What do you mean, *babies*, *plural*?!"

Heero stood up and tried to calm down his love. "Shh, shh," he whispered. "Calm down. Everything's going to be okay. Just calm down."

Duo realized his baby was near tears, worried that Duo was mad at him. Duo turned to apologize to the boy when the sky ripped open, and a winged creature dropped down before them.

Before anyone could get over their shock, the creature grabbed Heero and flew back into the rip. When the tear closed up, Duo realized what had happened.

"HEEROOOO!"

***

Heero was scared. Grendel, the Tracker, had brought him to a white room. The kind one reads about in Stephen King-esque science fiction novels. The room was windowless, large (about 20' by 30'), and empty.

Heero paced about the room, bored and afraid. He wasn't bored long, because he had only been there a few minutes before the doctor Trowa had described came in, with two big Collectors rolling in a tubelike thing after him.

Heero smirked at them. Like three humans were able to keep him here. He concentrated on bringing forth fire, but nothing happened. Heero was startled. Why was nothing happening?

Dr. J noticed the boy's bewilderment, and grinned a toothy grin at him. "Your magic won't work in here." he said, going over to tap on the walls. "The walls in this room are made of Gundamium, a magic neutralizer."

Heero gaped at this. He recognized the doctor's words as true, but still attempted to use his magic. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't even contact Duo or Kali.

"I'm really very happy we got you, instead of your sister, first," J said, almost giddily. "If you're as strong as we think, what with your new *development*, we might not even need Kali... Now," J pulled a gun out of his lab coat and motioned tot he tube, "be a good boy and get in."

***

Duo turned to Trowa. "How could you let this happen?!" he demanded. "You're a fucking *prophet*! How could you not know that was going to happen?!"

Trowa never got a chance to answer, because the Collectors chose that moment to attack. Thirty Collector Agents rushed into the clearing, guns drawn. They took aim and shot, instantly killing several bystanders.

Wufei and Meiran shucked their clothes, going into full dragon mode. They each stood about twelve feet tall, with bodies twice that length, not counting the tails. The spouses started chomping on Collector meat, but they could only kill so many at a time.

Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and Hilde tried to use their guns, but with Heero gone, they couldn't remember how to use them. Odin, who knew how to shoot, killed as many as he could, but there were only so many he could kill.

Kali, still tired from the tranquilizers, and all the magic she had used, drew upon her reserves and burnt the Collector bastards. But, in her condition, there were only so many she could destroy.

In the middle of the battle sat Bast. Sweet, innocent Bast. Bast was growing, transforming. Her paws grew into arms, her fur lightening, becoming blonde hair. Her legs lengthened, becoming human, ending in feet instead of paws. Her change ended when she looked mostly human, except for her eyes. Her impossibly silver eyes.

Bast closed her eyes, and reopened them, forcing pure energy out of her fingertips, destroying the Collectors, and their remains.

Selune