Pairings: Oh, the usual, 1x2/2x1, 3x4/4x3... probably... eventually... maybe?
Archiving: If you don't have previous permission, please ask.
Rating: R so far, for cussing. Will adjust this if needed in future.
Notes: This is a sort of crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm using concepts from that universe, but at the moment, no characters.
I'm trying something different for this. I usually write a story, then break it up into parts. Well, this time, I'm going to write small parts and just keep going until the story is done. Want to find out if this will work better for me, see if I can finish the story quicker. I have one GW story that I adore writing, but it's taking frickin' forever, and the end is no where in sight.
It takes me forever to come up with story titles. This title is from a CD I grabbed at random, which was James Bond Theme Songs. It from the lyrics for Goldeneye.
comet: I know this wasn't the crossover you were looking for, or even one of the stories you wanted me to do, but I hope you like it anyway!
The five pilots split up and returned to the safehouse using separate routes for safety reasons. Duo was the first to arrive, and he immediately retreated to the bathroom. After undressing, he stood, motionless, under the lukewarm water. "Damn it," he muttered. "That was way too close. And, of course, the guys will demand an explanation. 'You might want to sit down, guys. You want to know how I knew so much about the vampires, and why they did what they did? Oh, that's easy!'" Duo grinned maniacally to the shower wall. "'You see, I'm not fully human. Well, physically, I'm one hundred percent, grade A homo sapien, but mentally, oh boy.' Oh yeah, they'll believe it."
Giving himself a shake, he quickly washed up and exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his braid dripping behind him. After a quick glance around, he darted down the hall and into his room. Twenty minutes later, he was in his boxers and his hair was only damp. After locking his bedroom door and wedging a chair under the doorknob, he dived into bed and pulled the covers over his head.
"Morning," Duo said with a yawn as he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee cup.
"I want an explanation, Duo," Wufei replied, glaring at the braided pilot from his spot against a wall.
Duo blinked, still half-asleep. "About what?"
"Explain last night, Maxwell," Wufei demanded.
Sighing, Duo peered into his coffee, hoping to find a way out of this conversation in the steaming liquid. "What first?" he asked when the coffee refused to show him a way out.
"Let's start at the beginning," Quatre replied as he sat at the table. "They entered the restaurant, and you muttered something about a 'slaver'?"
"Slayer," Wufei corrected, still standing. "But, you knew they were coming before they entered. How?"
Salvation appeared in the nick of time in the form of Trowa entering the room. "We have a problem."
"What?" Duo asked, hoping for something big enough to distract the others long enough to disappear.
"Heero was captured," Trowa replied tonelessly, standing rigid in the doorway.
"Shit!" Duo exclaimed, mentally hitting himself for wishing for a distraction.
Thirty seconds later, the kitchen table was cleared, and Trowa laid the maps and print-outs he had carried onto the cleared area.
The base Heero was currently being held was the reason the five were in that particular town. It wasn't a very big base, but high security. The location was one of only two bases that had the capability to create the alloy the Alliance and OZ needed for space travel.
The pilots had a limited window to grab Heero. Once he was moved, it could take the pilots days to track him through the paper trail. 'By that time,' Duo thought, 'he would be dead or... No, he would be dead. Torture and drugs don't work on Mr. Yuy. So, he'd be dead. Probably by his own hands.'
And Duo wasn't giving him up yet.
The plan was simple. Sneak in using the codes they had gathered in the last week, grab Heero, put as much of a permanent wrench in the factory's workings as possible, and disappear.
If the factory had been in a normal OZ base, this situation wouldn't have happened. The five would have simply used their mobile suits and blown up the base.
But, this base was below ground. Below a city. And, at ground zero of any possible explosion was an orphanage and a hospital.
"Don't think this is over, Maxwell," Wufei warned. "We're going to get answers."
Duo ignored the threat as he entered the code needed to get to the medium security levels. The panel replied 'invalid password' for the second time.
"Fuck," the American pilot muttered. "They changed the lower level codes."
"Time for Plan B," Trowa replied from where he and Quatre watched opposite ends of the hall.
"Got an OZ officer up your sleeve?" Duo asked Wufei before moving away from the locked door.
"Follow me," Wufei replied with a sharp nod.
Three hallways later, Wufei opened an unmarked door and walked through the now open doorway.
The lone occupant blinked up at the four young men standing in his cramped office. "Can I help... you?" The pause in the officer's sentence was due to the loud 'click' of the door locking.
"We want to know how to get to the prisoner," Duo replied calmly, an inviting smile on his lips.
The officer squared his shoulders. "I won't talk."
"We don't have time for this," Quatre pointed out, glaring down at the OZ officer.
"He's right," Trowa added. "By the time we torture out of him the codes and other intel needed, Heero will either be dead or relocated."
Wufei looked frustrated. "Any ideas?"
After looking pensive for a moment, Duo nodded. "I have one."he replied calmly. He then aimed his pistol at the officer's chest and fired once. The man toppled from his chair, dead.
End of that part!
And, don't worry, I have part 5 all written and ready to be typed in. So, no real cliffhangers <g>
I'm trying to get into the habit of writing for half an hour to an hour in bed before I go to sleep. It seems to calm me down, and I get stuff done <g>. And, since I will soon be moving to a job where I won't be able to write at work (Woo! I'm changing jobs! I can actually afford stuff soon! Yes! I've already have a list going. You wouldn't believe how much anime stuff I want <eg>), that will probably be the only time I can write.
OK, enough babbling... off to type in part 5!