Disclaimer:
I do not own Gundam Wing, Dr. J, Heero, Duo, Hilde, Relena or anyone on the
show. The people I made up, yeah, I own them, but no one who’s worth owning.
I’m also not making any money on this fanfic.
Author
Notes: Wing is half-Japanese, so she knows the language and Heero is Japanese,
so he knows the langauge, too. For the sake of this fic, none of the others
do. So, if someone speaks Japanese,
they are either 1)Wing or Heer or 2)Addressing Wing or Heero, using a suffix or
something.
In the Nic of
Time-Chapter One
Year-A.C. 215
January 4
Four teenagers and one old wrinkled man crowded around a console. The man was explaining to the teenagers to
function of the console. It was a
‘instant movement transporter.’ If it had a DNA sample, preferably one’s blood,
it could lock on to them and transfer them to any known coordinates, be it on
Earth or one of the colonies. This was
especially of use to these teenagers, they were pilots of mobile suits and
responsible for the destruction of terrorists.
Technically, the suits they piloted were Gundams, special suits that
were made to fit each person psychologically, and built from Gundanium alloy.
The instant movement ability was especially of interest to them because
if there was an attack they would be able to teleport there and defend the
people of the area.
Unfortunately, it still had to be
tested. The test would have to consist
of human subjects, namely one or more of these four teenagers. The first to volunteer, was not surprisingly,
Wing Yuy. The one nicknamed ‘Gothy
Girl’ never had a problem with experimental technology. The other three were actually convinced at
times that this one wanted to
die. She would head out into battles
with little or no though of how it would endanger her. She was often reckless in other situations
also.
“Wing-chan, you’re crazy, we could
just have guinea pigs or something, right Dr. J?” asked one of the others, the
only other girl, Katrina, ‘Kitty’ Winner.
The girl swathed in black leather
turned to her ‘friend.’
“Why bother with animals, Kitty?
They can’t tell us anything. Really,
Dr. J, I’ll be happy to test it out.
Send me someplace far away,” she spoke to Kitty at first but then to Dr.
J.
Dr. J took a blood sample from
Wing’s arm and inserted the vile into a slot in the console. He scanned the sample and a double helix
model of Wing’s DNA was projected on the console.
“Hey, cool. We could make another
Wing with that thing couldn’t we?” asked Vingt Maxwell, whom Wing insisted that
she should call ‘Vinnie.’
“Yeah, that’s what the world needs,
more Wing to freak mass numbers of people out.”
“That is so funny, Nuef,” Wing said
sarcastically to her cousin.
“Stop it!” Dr. J shouted. “Wing,” he
softer, “it’s ready.”
“So am I.”
A loud whir came from the
machine. It began beeping, the time
between the sounds growing closer and
closer until it was a steady beeeeeee
that got louder and louder. And all
that was Wing was somewhere else.
“Katrina,” Dr. J said, with a slight
nod of his head.
“Right.” Kitty pushed the third of
four round buttons on her wristband communicator. “Wing, come in.” No answer.
“Wing, can you hear me?” Silence. “WING-CHAN!!” She screamed to the
communicator. Kitty turned to Dr. J. “Bring her back here NOW!” she ordered.
“I guess that’s why Kitty’s ‘the
leader,’ huh?” Vingt whispered to Nuef as Dr. J hurried to comply.
Wing reappeared suddenly. She was
unconscious and curled into a fetal position on the floor, bleeding from her
mouth, nose, eyes and ears. Kitty ran
to her and pulled Wing into a sitting position. Slowly, Wing managed to open
her eyes.
“It worked,” she whispered and fell
back into the blackness.
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Year-A.C. 215
January 7
“I’m fine, really.” Wing said, standing up. “Look, Maxwell-san, it’s
really nice that you’re so concerned about me, but you really don’t need to be,
I’m fine. Now, Vinnie-kun and I have to go see Dr. J. Kitty and Nuef are
probably already there, wondering where we are are.”
“It’s Duo,” he corrected “and I
don’t think you’re ready to go yet. You got out of the hospital yesterday--”
“Yeah, cause I’m fine.”
“Look, Wing, just because you seem
to have a death wish doesn’t mean we’re going to let you go out and kill
yourself.”
“Rather ironic coming from Shinigami don’t you think?” Wing didn’t
wait for a answer and ran to the steps. “Vinnie!” she called, “I’m giving you
ten seconds before I leave with out you!”
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“Death wish?” Hilde remarked after
Wing had all but dragged Vingt away.
Duo nodded. “Only thing she got from
her mother,” he whispered.
“That’s not funny,” Hilde growled.
“It wasn’t meant to be.”
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“You should all be happy to know
that the transporter has been reprogrammed. It’s not instanteous any longer,
but the process should go easier on you, physically.” Dr. J informed the
pilots.
Wing snorted. “It wasn’t that bad.”
She stated.
“Wing, in case you didn’t notice,
you were unconscious for two days and bleeding out every opening in your body
when Dr. J transported you back.” Kitty said.
“Not all of them.” Wing corrected.
“That is much more than I needed to
know.” Nuef said.
Wing scowled at her cousin. “So, are
we going to try it again?” she asked Dr. J.
“You’re not.” Kitty answered. “Vingt
is.”
“Me? Says who?”
“I did,” Kitty said, “and I’m the
leader. Even Dr. J does what I say.”
“Why don’t I go?” Nuef asked. “I’m
oldest.”
“I’m the leader! What I say goes!”
Kitty shouted.
“Says who?”
By this time, an all out argument
broke out. While Kitty, Vingt, Nuef and Wing screamed at each other
incoherently, Dr. J took a blood sample from the other three. None noticed. Dr. J pushed a few buttons and
activated the transporter. The screaming stopped and all eyes turned to the
machine.
“Huh?”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“Nani?!?”
“You will all go.” Dr. J said
matter-of-factly.
“Huh?”
“Hey!”
“What?”
“Sugoi! I get to go!!!”
This time, the machine didn’t beep,
smoke began to come out. The lab’s five
occupants began coughing and struggling to breathe as smoke quickly filled the
room. Dr. J’s old limps buckled
underneath him and he fell, knocking Kitty’s open bottle of water into the
machine. It began to spark as the three
teenaged pilots transported.
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“We
shouldn’t have let her go.” Duo fumed. “Deathsycthe Hell, Heero never should
have let her leave the house this morning.”
“Drop it, Duo. I doubt you could
have stopped her short of tying her to a chair, and even that might not stop
her. Once she gets an idea in her head, Wing’s like both her parents.” Hilde
said.
“We should go get her.”
“What?”
“Hilde, someone has to look out for
her, she’s a kid, and Heero sure as hell doesn’t care. If anything, we owe it to Relena to make
sure her daughter is okay.”
“You really are worried, Duo. You
said you owed Relena.”
“Hmm?”
“Back when she was alive, you used
to say that she owed you, because she ‘stole’ your ‘boyfriend.’”
“Let’s go.”
“Oh and Duo,” Hilde grinned, “I’m
really glad she stole your boyfriend.” Hilde said as the two departed.
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Year A.C. 197
March 15
“Oh my God!”
“What?” Trowa asked, distressed at
his sister’s exclamation.
Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom had
been walking home after saying good-bye to their old friends from the circus
before it left town when Catherine saw a flash of light out of no where.
“Right there,” she said pointing,
“don’t tell me you didn’t see the light. It was too bright to have missed.”
“No, I didn’t see it, Catherine.”
Trowa said, monotone.
“I wonder what’s over there,”
Catherine said squinting to get a better look.
“It was probably nothing.”
“Trowa...” Catherine said her voice
quivering.
Where the light had flashed, there
was something on the ground, but they
had been too far away to tell what it was. They were still far away, but could
clearly make out a person struggling to stand.
The brother and sister quickened their pace. Before long they could see more detail.
A girl, perhaps two years younger
than Trowa. Her face and clothes were covered with blood. More blood was dried into her long blond
hair. Her light blue eyes fixed on
Trowa.
“Trowa?” she heaved. Speech was
difficult for her. “Trowa, it’s me, Kitty.” Kitty then collapsed onto the
pile. Trowa and Catherine were now
close enough to see the ‘pile’ was in reality, three more blood covered people,
none of which where in good enough condition to stand.
“Catherine, call for an ambulance.”
Trowa said quietly as he knelt down by Kitty and the others to feel for pulses.
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Author Notes: Name puns
Wing- like ‘Wing Zero,’ she was
named after the Gundam
Vingt- French for twenty, his dad is
02, and he is 20
KATrina- Another pronounciation for
‘Quatre’ is ‘cat’ and it’s like Dorothy CATilonia
Nuef-French for nine, and his mother, Noin, is a pun on nine also.