Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 376 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 8
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
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Heero had Trowa load four fighters with rounds of blanks the next morning, deciding to go straight into battle simulations. His own and three others would be the ones flying that day. He notified Ringley, Boyd, and Dix that they would be flying against him after breakfast, and that the rest of the squadron was free to watch if they desired. Heero knew, even when given the option, the other pilots would be there. This was the first time they would see their major fly. Heero knew this would be a test for him as well as the three pilots he had selected.
Heero did an external inspection of his fighter with a practiced ease, sharp eyes darting from one potential problem to the next. He was duly impressed with Trowa's upkeep of the planes. The taller man was a very thorough mechanic. Heero looked up to see Boyd's plane take off, circling around the base waiting for the others. Ringley and Dix followed moments later.
Heero was about to climb into the cockpit when he saw Quatre rushing over out of the corner of his eye. The blond man signaled for him to wait, so Heero paused at the top of the ladder. "What is it?"
"Colonel Marquise needs to see you. The guards caught a civilian trying to sneak in, and they only reason he hasn't been arrested yet is that he keeps claiming to know you. The colonel just wanted to check up on that. He said that I could command this morning's battle simulation."
Heero sighed inwardly. 'So much for being able to prove myself.' "Just be gentle. No trashing this fighter - she's mine."
Quatre blushed slightly. "Yes sir."
Heero hopped down, heading towards the enclosure at the back of the base that contained the prisoners of war of the British Air Force. He knew the civilian they caught would be detained there. The soldiers at the door recognized his immediately, saluting and quickly allowing him entrance. Another pair of guards let him directly to where the civilian was being held. Zechs was there, as well.
"It seems like you've attracted *some* fans already, Heero," Zechs said, and Heero could not help but sneer at the sarcasm.
The guards opened the door, and Heero was not surprised in the slightest when they pulled the longhaired American out of the cell. He did not know any other civilians, and he highly doubted Relena would have risked getting shot down while flying over the Atlantic to come see him.
"Do you know him?" Zechs asked, talking as if Duo were not even in the room.
"Yeah, I do. You can let him go." Heero brushed hair out of his eyes. "I'll escort him out." Heero was impressed that he managed to keep his calm until he got outside of the small prison. They started speaking at the same time.
"Look, I'm sorry…"
"What the hell were you thinking?"
Duo seemed to hesitate before choosing his words. "I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. I just needed to talk to someone, you know? You're the only friend I have over here."
"Did you even consider that breaking into a military base would be illegal? They could have killed you on the spot based on the fact that you *might* have been a threat."
The other American's expression soured. "Well the British military doesn't seem too keen in other areas, so I figured base security would be just as pathetic. There aren't even signs or anything to stay away. It's just a nice sign, some fencing, and hey, it's not that hard to get in when the guy that's supposed to be watching the entrance is sound asleep."
For a second Heero admired Duo's determination until reality kicked back into gear and told him how wrong the entire situation was.
"And I said I was sorry. I wasn't out to sabotage the planes or anything. We're on the same side of things, after all. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to bring you a sandwich or something. There's only so much of that tea and crumpet shit a guy can take, you know?"
Heero shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. Just forget about it."
The scream of engines was heard overhead as a third of Eagle Squadron did an imitation of the lethal dance that was their job to perform. Quatre pulled into a sharp, spiral dive with a quick pull up that got him out of sight of Ringley who had been tailing him and right onto Dix. The sound of the blanks being fired as Dix's fighter was showered in red paint pellets echoed across the base.
"I'll just go now since you seem busy playing war hero and all that."
Heero winced at the dejected tone in Duo's voice. 'How come I'm the one feeling guilty? He's the one that broke in.' "You can't just come over whenever you want. It'll only hurt you more if you start to enjoy my company and then I turn up dead."
The longhaired man's violet eyes still seemed haunted and sad. "Who else will mourn for you, Heero? You're family, sure, but they're far away and probably feel even farther because of the time. Without someone who knew you here and now, you're just being remembered as the person you were before instead of the person you are."
They walked to the entrance in silence. Heero kept looking back at where Duo was staring at the toes of his shoes. Duo looked up for a moment, catching eye contact with Heero, and suddenly flashed a bright smile in his direction. The major was confused by the sudden change in emotion, but he was also relieved by it. Some part of him did not like to see Duo unhappy.
"You can still bring lunch when you want," Heero suggested when they arrived at the gate. He looked down at his watch. "I'll be done in an hour. You can meet me outside the entrance around one-thirty and we could have lunch and walk around if you still want to."
Duo smiled, nodding. "That sounds like fun." He stepped to the other side of the gate, ignoring the guard that more or less shut it in his face. "I'll be right here. On this side so we don't have to go through all that again." He winked playfully, turned around, and headed in the direction of the middle of London.
Heero scratched his head, wondering about the surge of emotions Duo revived in him and if it were because it had been so long since he had someone to talk to, or if it were perhaps from some new emotion that Heero had never had the time to explore.
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End Part 8
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: R
+ Couplings: 1xR, 1x2, 3x4
+ Warnings: AU, WWII era, minor het, yaoi, historical fiction, drama, no Wufei
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. If I did, well, let's just say the 1xR and 2xH fans wouldn't be so happy...
+ Comments: // Written //, *emphasis*, 'thought', [ flashback ]. Heero POV. This story was written solely for the 1x2 AU Novella 25,000 Word Fic Challenge. Inspiration hit watching PBS on a lonely Saturday night and wouldn't let me rest until it was done. ^_^
+ Summary: The year is 1942. Heero Yuy, a pilot for the United States Air Force, gets send to command a squadron in London. There he meets a literature student by the name of Duo Maxwell, and he learns sometimes it takes another person to figure out everything about yourself.
*~**~*
Heero had Trowa load four fighters with rounds of blanks the next morning, deciding to go straight into battle simulations. His own and three others would be the ones flying that day. He notified Ringley, Boyd, and Dix that they would be flying against him after breakfast, and that the rest of the squadron was free to watch if they desired. Heero knew, even when given the option, the other pilots would be there. This was the first time they would see their major fly. Heero knew this would be a test for him as well as the three pilots he had selected.
Heero did an external inspection of his fighter with a practiced ease, sharp eyes darting from one potential problem to the next. He was duly impressed with Trowa's upkeep of the planes. The taller man was a very thorough mechanic. Heero looked up to see Boyd's plane take off, circling around the base waiting for the others. Ringley and Dix followed moments later.
Heero was about to climb into the cockpit when he saw Quatre rushing over out of the corner of his eye. The blond man signaled for him to wait, so Heero paused at the top of the ladder. "What is it?"
"Colonel Marquise needs to see you. The guards caught a civilian trying to sneak in, and they only reason he hasn't been arrested yet is that he keeps claiming to know you. The colonel just wanted to check up on that. He said that I could command this morning's battle simulation."
Heero sighed inwardly. 'So much for being able to prove myself.' "Just be gentle. No trashing this fighter - she's mine."
Quatre blushed slightly. "Yes sir."
Heero hopped down, heading towards the enclosure at the back of the base that contained the prisoners of war of the British Air Force. He knew the civilian they caught would be detained there. The soldiers at the door recognized his immediately, saluting and quickly allowing him entrance. Another pair of guards let him directly to where the civilian was being held. Zechs was there, as well.
"It seems like you've attracted *some* fans already, Heero," Zechs said, and Heero could not help but sneer at the sarcasm.
The guards opened the door, and Heero was not surprised in the slightest when they pulled the longhaired American out of the cell. He did not know any other civilians, and he highly doubted Relena would have risked getting shot down while flying over the Atlantic to come see him.
"Do you know him?" Zechs asked, talking as if Duo were not even in the room.
"Yeah, I do. You can let him go." Heero brushed hair out of his eyes. "I'll escort him out." Heero was impressed that he managed to keep his calm until he got outside of the small prison. They started speaking at the same time.
"Look, I'm sorry…"
"What the hell were you thinking?"
Duo seemed to hesitate before choosing his words. "I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. I just needed to talk to someone, you know? You're the only friend I have over here."
"Did you even consider that breaking into a military base would be illegal? They could have killed you on the spot based on the fact that you *might* have been a threat."
The other American's expression soured. "Well the British military doesn't seem too keen in other areas, so I figured base security would be just as pathetic. There aren't even signs or anything to stay away. It's just a nice sign, some fencing, and hey, it's not that hard to get in when the guy that's supposed to be watching the entrance is sound asleep."
For a second Heero admired Duo's determination until reality kicked back into gear and told him how wrong the entire situation was.
"And I said I was sorry. I wasn't out to sabotage the planes or anything. We're on the same side of things, after all. I just wanted to know if you wanted me to bring you a sandwich or something. There's only so much of that tea and crumpet shit a guy can take, you know?"
Heero shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. Just forget about it."
The scream of engines was heard overhead as a third of Eagle Squadron did an imitation of the lethal dance that was their job to perform. Quatre pulled into a sharp, spiral dive with a quick pull up that got him out of sight of Ringley who had been tailing him and right onto Dix. The sound of the blanks being fired as Dix's fighter was showered in red paint pellets echoed across the base.
"I'll just go now since you seem busy playing war hero and all that."
Heero winced at the dejected tone in Duo's voice. 'How come I'm the one feeling guilty? He's the one that broke in.' "You can't just come over whenever you want. It'll only hurt you more if you start to enjoy my company and then I turn up dead."
The longhaired man's violet eyes still seemed haunted and sad. "Who else will mourn for you, Heero? You're family, sure, but they're far away and probably feel even farther because of the time. Without someone who knew you here and now, you're just being remembered as the person you were before instead of the person you are."
They walked to the entrance in silence. Heero kept looking back at where Duo was staring at the toes of his shoes. Duo looked up for a moment, catching eye contact with Heero, and suddenly flashed a bright smile in his direction. The major was confused by the sudden change in emotion, but he was also relieved by it. Some part of him did not like to see Duo unhappy.
"You can still bring lunch when you want," Heero suggested when they arrived at the gate. He looked down at his watch. "I'll be done in an hour. You can meet me outside the entrance around one-thirty and we could have lunch and walk around if you still want to."
Duo smiled, nodding. "That sounds like fun." He stepped to the other side of the gate, ignoring the guard that more or less shut it in his face. "I'll be right here. On this side so we don't have to go through all that again." He winked playfully, turned around, and headed in the direction of the middle of London.
Heero scratched his head, wondering about the surge of emotions Duo revived in him and if it were because it had been so long since he had someone to talk to, or if it were perhaps from some new emotion that Heero had never had the time to explore.
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End Part 8