Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ War Story ❯ Chapter 14
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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: 07.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.02.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 397 | Status: Completed
+ Title: War Story - Part 14
+ 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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The next morning Heero sent out a telegram requesting that Duo join him for lunch. Duo sent one back saying he would be there at noon, making sure not to hop the fence as he had the last time he dropped in.
Heero, admittedly, was feeling a little nervous. 'What if he doesn't have feelings for me? What if he's disgusted that I'd be telling him this when I'm married to Relena? What if he gets into an accident, has to get sent to the hospital, and I never find out, making me think I got stood up?'
He shook his head. He was thinking too much. He needed something to distract him for a little while. Another glance at the clock showed that he still had an hour until Duo showed up. Heero sighed. 'Well, I guess I could go inspect my plane.'
He went down to the hangar, glad to see that it was empty. Heero considered washing off the burn scars, but decided that he liked the way they made the fighter look. He must have lost track of the time because the next thing he knew he heard footsteps approaching the hangar and heard a voice call, "They said I'd find you in here."
"Duo…" he said, a little startled. Heero ducked under the wing to go over and meet his friend. "W-," he started, swallowing all of his doubts. "We need to talk." The other man shot him a curious look, but Heero ignored it, his deep blue gaze going the healing cut on Duo's head. He reached out, touching it gingerly.
"I had to go to the doctor to clean all the cement dust out of it, but they told me it won't leave a scar, so I guess that's a good thing." Duo's mouth twitched. "You've been acting kind of odd lat-"
Heero held a finger to his lips, motioning for Duo to be quiet for a second. He sought for the sound he thought he heard moments before and found it again. "Of all the days," he muttered under his breath.
Duo's eyes widened at the sound as it grew louder and he was able to recognize what it was. "Heero?"
"Just stay out of sight, okay? This isn't the safest place for you to be right now." Heero swore mentally. Today was not a good day for this to be happening! He grabbed a phone that sat on the table in the front of the hangar, punching in a number along with a code that turned on the alarms to alert the squadron. He peaked outside the door as two squadrons of Nazis fighters flew by. "They're not here to bomb London - they're here to pick a fight."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Heero shook his head. "I'm going to go up now. When the rest of the squadron gets here tell them that my orders are to get in the air as fast as possible and blow the shit out of anything that isn't friendly." He hefted himself onto the wing, not having enough time to grab a ladder, as he scaled the plane to reach the cockpit hatch. "They'll go after the barracks first. You should be safe in here. Try to get under something that'll protect you if they bomb the hangar. The planes in the back aren't the best idea; try the office in the corner. I think that's reinforced."
"Heero?" He looked back at Duo. 'I shouldn't have invited him here,' he thought. 'His hands are shaking again. We should have met somewhere safer.' "Be careful, okay?"
He nodded, wishing he had another way to assure Duo. He looked so innocent amongst the warfare, so uncorrupted. Heero hated himself for indirectly getting Duo involved. He took off into the air, circling the area to protect the rest of the men as they ran across the space from the main buildings to the hangar.
Heero got on the tail of his first victim, letting loose a barrage of ammunition until the fuel tank gave way, exploding the fighter in midair. 'One down, twenty-three to go.' Steadily more members of Eagle Squadron joined him in the air, and for the first time in all the raids so far, they seemed to fight together as a professional unit, well-synchronized with each other as they took out the Nazi planes.
Heero picked his next several victims, taking on two at time. He flew headlong into the first while being trailed by the second, lifting up at the last possible second so the pair flew directly into each other.
All the while the major kept looking over at the hangar, making sure it was still secure. He was going to protect Duo no matter what. He found his next target, surprised that this particular one's piloting skills seemed to surpass all the others Heero had encountered so far. The pilot was able to evade every attack launched on him, and Heero was having problems staying locked on his tail as they went into twists, loops, and rolls that Heero's P-47 was having problems handling.
"One this is Two, do you copy?"
"Loud and clear," Heero growled out through clenched teeth as he pushed the stick into another sharp dive.
"You should land - your tail is smoking."
'What?' Heero turned around to look at the tail of his plane, and wondered why he hadn't noticed before. He looked forward again, having to veer to the right sharply to avoid crashing with an enemy fighter. He must have been so caught up tailing one Nazi bastard that another right behind him went unnoticed. Heero blinked, feeling a little stunned. He had never lost awareness of his surroundings before.
He felt two jolts and then had to fight to keep his fighter from spinning. His thoughts kept flashing back to Duo in the hangar. 'I need to protect him.' He smelled gas - his fuel tank must have a hole in it. He wasn't going to last very long at this rate.
Heero pushed the stick down carefully, testing the limitations of his fighter. He frowned as it groaned and clanked in response. A light began to flash on the console, showing how low and how quickly his fuel was dropping. He couldn't fly straight with the chunk of his tail missing, and he looked up in time to see Quatre take care of an enemy that was set on finishing him off. He went back to concentrating on landing safely, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead from the exertion. The harder he tried, the more he thought of Duo.
[ "You know, the raids didn't bother me that much before you came along. I didn't know anybody here, and they were never anywhere near me, so I felt safe. Now I know you and that you're fighting them and I get scared because I know something could happen and you could end up dead." ]
The first time he hit the ground it was at an angle that sent his fighter bouncing back into the air again before gravity forced it down, slamming into the ground so hard that Heero was thrown forward in his seat, his head slamming into the hatch. He could faintly here Quatre calling for the base's medics over the radio, and Heero found himself fighting to stay awake. The pain was unbearable. He tried to untangle himself from the twisted metal that used to be the cockpit, but he couldn't budge. His legs hurt, and he couldn't feel his arms. Heero groaned when he realized why his head felt funny. He somehow ended up upside-down.
Peeking out the hatch he could see the medics rushing his way, along with Zechs, Quatre, and Duo. Oh please don't let him see me like this. But he wouldn't go away. The longhaired American looked like he was on the verge of a serious panic attack. Heero closed his eyes, not wanting to face the expressions of his friends as they pried him out of the fighter. The darkness enveloped him, and he found it so much more comfortable than the rest of the world. There was no pain, and in the darkness, an image of Duo presented itself to him.
"I'm sorry," Heero found himself saying, reaching out for the image. "I love you; I didn't want things to turn out this way. I'm sorry." He briefly registered the sensation of movement before the darkness swallowed him entirely.
*~**~*
End Part 14
+ 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.
*~**~*
The next morning Heero sent out a telegram requesting that Duo join him for lunch. Duo sent one back saying he would be there at noon, making sure not to hop the fence as he had the last time he dropped in.
Heero, admittedly, was feeling a little nervous. 'What if he doesn't have feelings for me? What if he's disgusted that I'd be telling him this when I'm married to Relena? What if he gets into an accident, has to get sent to the hospital, and I never find out, making me think I got stood up?'
He shook his head. He was thinking too much. He needed something to distract him for a little while. Another glance at the clock showed that he still had an hour until Duo showed up. Heero sighed. 'Well, I guess I could go inspect my plane.'
He went down to the hangar, glad to see that it was empty. Heero considered washing off the burn scars, but decided that he liked the way they made the fighter look. He must have lost track of the time because the next thing he knew he heard footsteps approaching the hangar and heard a voice call, "They said I'd find you in here."
"Duo…" he said, a little startled. Heero ducked under the wing to go over and meet his friend. "W-," he started, swallowing all of his doubts. "We need to talk." The other man shot him a curious look, but Heero ignored it, his deep blue gaze going the healing cut on Duo's head. He reached out, touching it gingerly.
"I had to go to the doctor to clean all the cement dust out of it, but they told me it won't leave a scar, so I guess that's a good thing." Duo's mouth twitched. "You've been acting kind of odd lat-"
Heero held a finger to his lips, motioning for Duo to be quiet for a second. He sought for the sound he thought he heard moments before and found it again. "Of all the days," he muttered under his breath.
Duo's eyes widened at the sound as it grew louder and he was able to recognize what it was. "Heero?"
"Just stay out of sight, okay? This isn't the safest place for you to be right now." Heero swore mentally. Today was not a good day for this to be happening! He grabbed a phone that sat on the table in the front of the hangar, punching in a number along with a code that turned on the alarms to alert the squadron. He peaked outside the door as two squadrons of Nazis fighters flew by. "They're not here to bomb London - they're here to pick a fight."
"Is there anything I can do?"
Heero shook his head. "I'm going to go up now. When the rest of the squadron gets here tell them that my orders are to get in the air as fast as possible and blow the shit out of anything that isn't friendly." He hefted himself onto the wing, not having enough time to grab a ladder, as he scaled the plane to reach the cockpit hatch. "They'll go after the barracks first. You should be safe in here. Try to get under something that'll protect you if they bomb the hangar. The planes in the back aren't the best idea; try the office in the corner. I think that's reinforced."
"Heero?" He looked back at Duo. 'I shouldn't have invited him here,' he thought. 'His hands are shaking again. We should have met somewhere safer.' "Be careful, okay?"
He nodded, wishing he had another way to assure Duo. He looked so innocent amongst the warfare, so uncorrupted. Heero hated himself for indirectly getting Duo involved. He took off into the air, circling the area to protect the rest of the men as they ran across the space from the main buildings to the hangar.
Heero got on the tail of his first victim, letting loose a barrage of ammunition until the fuel tank gave way, exploding the fighter in midair. 'One down, twenty-three to go.' Steadily more members of Eagle Squadron joined him in the air, and for the first time in all the raids so far, they seemed to fight together as a professional unit, well-synchronized with each other as they took out the Nazi planes.
Heero picked his next several victims, taking on two at time. He flew headlong into the first while being trailed by the second, lifting up at the last possible second so the pair flew directly into each other.
All the while the major kept looking over at the hangar, making sure it was still secure. He was going to protect Duo no matter what. He found his next target, surprised that this particular one's piloting skills seemed to surpass all the others Heero had encountered so far. The pilot was able to evade every attack launched on him, and Heero was having problems staying locked on his tail as they went into twists, loops, and rolls that Heero's P-47 was having problems handling.
"One this is Two, do you copy?"
"Loud and clear," Heero growled out through clenched teeth as he pushed the stick into another sharp dive.
"You should land - your tail is smoking."
'What?' Heero turned around to look at the tail of his plane, and wondered why he hadn't noticed before. He looked forward again, having to veer to the right sharply to avoid crashing with an enemy fighter. He must have been so caught up tailing one Nazi bastard that another right behind him went unnoticed. Heero blinked, feeling a little stunned. He had never lost awareness of his surroundings before.
He felt two jolts and then had to fight to keep his fighter from spinning. His thoughts kept flashing back to Duo in the hangar. 'I need to protect him.' He smelled gas - his fuel tank must have a hole in it. He wasn't going to last very long at this rate.
Heero pushed the stick down carefully, testing the limitations of his fighter. He frowned as it groaned and clanked in response. A light began to flash on the console, showing how low and how quickly his fuel was dropping. He couldn't fly straight with the chunk of his tail missing, and he looked up in time to see Quatre take care of an enemy that was set on finishing him off. He went back to concentrating on landing safely, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead from the exertion. The harder he tried, the more he thought of Duo.
[ "You know, the raids didn't bother me that much before you came along. I didn't know anybody here, and they were never anywhere near me, so I felt safe. Now I know you and that you're fighting them and I get scared because I know something could happen and you could end up dead." ]
The first time he hit the ground it was at an angle that sent his fighter bouncing back into the air again before gravity forced it down, slamming into the ground so hard that Heero was thrown forward in his seat, his head slamming into the hatch. He could faintly here Quatre calling for the base's medics over the radio, and Heero found himself fighting to stay awake. The pain was unbearable. He tried to untangle himself from the twisted metal that used to be the cockpit, but he couldn't budge. His legs hurt, and he couldn't feel his arms. Heero groaned when he realized why his head felt funny. He somehow ended up upside-down.
Peeking out the hatch he could see the medics rushing his way, along with Zechs, Quatre, and Duo. Oh please don't let him see me like this. But he wouldn't go away. The longhaired American looked like he was on the verge of a serious panic attack. Heero closed his eyes, not wanting to face the expressions of his friends as they pried him out of the fighter. The darkness enveloped him, and he found it so much more comfortable than the rest of the world. There was no pain, and in the darkness, an image of Duo presented itself to him.
"I'm sorry," Heero found himself saying, reaching out for the image. "I love you; I didn't want things to turn out this way. I'm sorry." He briefly registered the sensation of movement before the darkness swallowed him entirely.
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End Part 14