Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise, Bandai, etc etc. Buffy belongs to Joss, 20th Century Fox, etc etc. I'm just borrowing for fun, no harm intended, and no money was made from this.
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!
"How the hell's killing him going to help?!" Wufei screamed. "He was our only source of intel!"
"Still is," Duo calmly replied, crouching down to touch the corpse's bloody chest wound. Ignoring the others disgusted looks, he raised his hand, sniffing the blood. He then growled out, his voice seeming to resonate, "Arise. Obey."
The corpse's glassy eyes widened as he snapped into a sitting position.
Wufei and Trowa took a step back while Quatre gave a short scream.
"Maxwell, what the fuck?" Wufei exclaimed.
"Something else for me to explain later, Wu," Duo replied with a boyish grin towards the Chinese pilot. His face turned cold and expressionless as he turned back to the reanimated corpse. "Location of the prisoner?" he snapped.
"Level five, corridor three, cell E," the corpse promptly replied.
"Passwords for entry?" was Duo's next question.
The corpse pulled a card from his pocket, his movements slightly jerky. "The code for the elevator is 5-2-3-6. My keycard will get you to that level, Master. But, it won't get you entry past that."
"That won't be a problem," the braided pilot replied, taking the card. "We'll just kill a guard down there for his card."
"What's going on," Quatre asked, having regained some of his composure.
Duo shrugged. "No time now. Let's get Heero." Turning back to the zombie, he said, his voice again resonating. "As I made you, I unmake you."
"Master!" the corpse exclaimed. "No! Plea..." His plea cut off mid-syllable and he fell to the floor, motionless.
"Let's go," Duo said, stepping out of the office and into the darkened hallway, the other three pilots following cautiously.
Trowa watched as Duo seemed to flow in and out of the shadows, as if he was a part of them. He raised an eyebrow and filed the observation away or later.
After punching in the correct code, the four entered the elevator. Duo swiped the keycard through the proper slot and pressed the button for five, then stood near the door as the other three took their places against the opposite wall. The braided pilot shifted his weight from one foot to another and kept glancing at his fellow pilots.
When the doors opened on level five, Duo was the first out after determining the coast was clear. Finding a guard and lifting the needed key card from his body took a matter of minutes. Soon, the four had arrived at the corridor Heero was being held in. Opening the cell door, they found Heero hanging from chains hooked to the ceiling and an OZ soldier in the middle of an 'interrogation'.
The soldier, who had been whipping Heero's back, quickly dropped the whip and pulled Heero's head back, holding a gun to his temple. "Back off, or he dies."
The four pilots, still crowded around the doorway, backed up a step and lowered their guns slightly. They were now positioned with Wufei and Trowa in the front, Duo and Quatre half seen on either side of the open door.
Seeing Heero's glare, Wufei gave himself a mental shake and began to raise his gun again.
"You shoot him," Duo hissed, "and I'll make you beg for death."
"Then what do we do?" Wufei hissed back.
"Wait for me," the braided pilot replied from his side of the doorway. He then strode down the hall and into a patch of shadow, into which he disappeared.
"Drop your guns," the OZ soldier commanded. After the pilots did as he commanded, the soldier started to gloat. "Now, we'll wait here until my relief shows up. I can't wait for my reward for this!"
A gunshot reverberated through the cell and the soldier fell to the ground, dead.
Duo walked out of the shadows behind Heero and rifled the dead man's pockets for the keys to the manacles chaining Heero to the ceiling.
Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha! <ahem> <cough cough>
Anyway... that's all that's written so far... I'll see what the Mind can come up with for the next part...
later!