Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Perfect Color for You ❯ The Compass ( Chapter 2 )

resurrection

Chapter 2

Stepping into the small apartment he watched as Heero slipped off his shoes and left them by the door. He then looked down at his own black boots contemplating if he should remove his them.

"Don't worry about it."

"About what?" Duo asked looking up at Heero who had taken his laptop out of his backpack and had set it on the small table in the middle of the room.

"Your shoes. All those laces would take you far to long to tie back up. Anyway we are only going to be here a minute."

"Oh" He sat down on the floor, watching over Heero's shoulder as he brought up an email.

"It is from Dr.J"

"Snaps, how did you know you got mail? I thought you said that it was important when we had to go somewhere while we where at class."

"Duo, we where in the computer lab, on the Internet I check my email over then net…"

"Oh" he smacked his hand onto his forehead. "Duh."

"I didn't have time to read it there though." He said as his brazen blue eyes quickly scanned the page.

"And?"

"It sounds strange." Heero said as he read the message again.

The message was about a program on the gundam wing that Dr.J said that he required back. `The war is over, I know that we are still keeping the gundams for a while longer, but there is a program on board Wing Zero that I require back.' A system map was sent along with the email on here to locate the system box. `The box should be about the size of your laptop, located in the mid right side of the thoracic cavity. Look for the emblem on the box' along with the map was another .gif image of a deep red compass. `It should be easy enough to spot.'

Duo looked at Heero. "So where you keepin it?"

Heero rolled his eyes and closed the computer, slipping it back into his backpack. "I'm getting changed first."

"What! No fair! You told me to come with, and I don't have a change of cloths, I am not leaving to going out wearing this stupid uniform."

"You will barrow some of my cloths." Duo looked up from his shirt in time to ketch a white shirt and black jacket and pants flying at him.

"meh, Beats the blue school uniform." He said looking over the clothing.

After changing they set out, the hanger where Heero was keeping Wing was almost a mile away. Not expecting to have to use it, he kept the suit at a distance, being as dangerous a machine as it is.

"So, this is the place." Looking in with violet eyes at the large garage. "How did you find this place?" they where standing underground in a pre WW2 submarine shuttle base. Making the cavern nearly five hundred years old. It was as quiet as a tomb but well lit thanks to Heero's handy work.

"Lets get to work."

While Heero worked at dismantling the Gundam, Duo tried his best to stay warm via propane space heater rubbing his hands profusely to get and stay warm.

"Aren't you about done?" the long hair boy said from the ground, looking up to see Heero on top to the machine.

"Yes." Heero said. "Found it, it was deep in there." He slipped back into the pit to unscrew the small box.

He jumped from the Gundam, placing the box on the floor in front of Duo and the propane heater. He too was feeling a little cold. "It really is a laptop." The box was a little twelve-inch by nine-inch black machine with an inlayed red compass.

"The instruction Dr. J gave us said to open it after we dismantled it, that the information would be sent to him directly as soon as we did, and then for me to mail the box back to him.

"Greedy old man, I want a laptop." Duo said, not moving from the heater's warmth.

Heero opened the machine when he did; a bright light illuminated the screen. A small bar flashed on the screen as they sat waiting for the information to finish sending.

Not even a quarter of the way though the information transfers, an error appeared on the screen.

`Transfer error' was all it said Heero looked slightly perturbed. "Shit" He said as he closed the laptop. "Come on, let's go back."

"Think you can fix it?"

"I don't know for what I can tell it is an operating system that I have never seen before. I will work on it though." He said turning of the power to the room.

Room 311

Inside the hospital room the girl awoke. Her green eyes peered out her long black bangs as she sat up in the white bed. She opened her palm feeling the IV in her hand for the first time, noticing the tub in her nose, and the pain in her mind. She tried to move her legs but she was weak. She lifted her hand to her face pulling the bang from her eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her skin was white as a ghost's and her eyes where glassed over, her pupils finally contracting from their dilated phase the image of her self became clear. She saw her reflection then started to cry as she slipped back into the covers. The salty tears scorned her face but it felt like heaven to cry. It felt beautiful.

She lay, not responding to the nurses during their rounds. Her mind was gone to her when she slept, she did not wake to the check ups. Not on purpose, but for the simple fact that when she was a sleep she might as well have been considered brain dead. But each night, she awoke try to sit up and stand from her bed, finally on the fifth day, she stood. Still not able to feel her toes, or to move her legs, but she stood.

One night as she stood she pulled herself along her bed, standing at the foot of her bed she saw a paper attached to her bed. She picked it up. `Name: Rose, Gender: F, Age: 16, admitted 194.' She gasped turning back to her bed she sat down and looked at the paper on her lap. The words did not make much sense but she knew that they meant something, especially the word that started with the shape R.

The next night she looked down at the paper again, it came to her, the word was Rose "row-s" She whispered hearing her voice for the first time it startled her. "Rose" she spoke it again. She smiled and looked up at her face in the mirror words where now pouring back into her consciousness at a mind paining speed. She lay back in bed her mind aching and went back to sleep. More and more words bombarding her.

That night she woke up again, having a dream for the first time, a though had come to her, that she knew where the rest of her was. A picture of it was in her eyes.

The words where there, but not the sounds, not the rhythm, or the patterns that they needed to be in. Just the picture, like a silent movie she knew where to go and knew it was calling her. She was leaving.

Rose walked out of her room. A woman was in the room far across the hall from hers, it didn't bother her as she walked down the hall. Peering into a room in a different wing of the hospital she saw a girl nearly her own age asleep in one of the beds. An older woman was asleep in the chair next to her. She looked down at the foot of the bed and saw clothing. Picking them up she pulled them on. A long blue skirt, and a white shirt, over top she pulled on a heavy vest and finally a long green jacket that she had picked up from the room down the hall. Inside the pocket she found a hat and gloves that she pulled on. At which point she was already on the bottom floor and walking out the door.

It was five am. And the security guard let her walk out the door, thinking that she may be walking out to smoke. Either way, she was outside, and gone.