Title: Integrating the Heart
Author: AstroKender
Pairings: 3+2
Rating: Umm...shounen-ai?
Warnings: Duo torture.
Spoilers: None
Notes: This is an AT fic...everything went like in the series, cept Treize didn't die, the war didn't end, and Zechs is still trying to kick everyone's @$$ ^_^
Disclaimers: I own nothing...not even my computer. So obviously GW isn't mine. Don't sue.
The newly captured pilots sat across from Trowa in their transparent cell. Duo slept fitfully on Quatre's lap. The Shinigami was half dead when he was thrown back into the cell and he completely broke down at the sight of the others. Curling into a ball, Duo cried his self to sleep and Quatre absently stroked his hair. The blond boy looked over at Heero.
The Japanese boy sat unmoving. Indeed the boy hadn't moved much since they were thrown into this cell. He hadn't even spoken. The only reaction Quatre could discern was when Duo stumbled into the cell. Heero's eyes had flashed brightly, then went dull.
"He's been sedated." WuFei stated from where he was examining their prison. The see-through walls were made out of some unknown substance. Not glass, not plastic, unbreakable. The Chinese boy cradled his fist in remembrance. Quatre shook his head.
"That's not the only reason. I think seeing the scientists really shocked him."
WuFei snorted. "That's an understatement!" He resumed his seat with a huff. "He is no help in the state he's in." The ebony haired pilot looked at Trowa.
"Explain what happened."
Trowa sighed heavily and began his story.
"We got caught much like you did. I was thrown into this," He gestured at their surroundings. "And found Duo unconscious on the floor; drugged. When he awoke, Professor G came to us."
"One of you two will have the pleasure of becoming the most perfect weapon in history." Trowa did not miss the significant glance toward Duo.
"We will run some tests to see which of you is the most qualified. We hope to begin the integration process tomorrow." Again a quick glance towards the DeathScythe pilot.
The braided boy pinned the Professor with eyes as cold as ice. Duo had been silent until now, but he could take it anymore.
"You guy sure switch sides a lot. First working for yourselves, then for the Earth, then OZ, and finally for White Fang. I'm surprised anyone trusts such a slimy group of individuals."
Professor G cackled. "But, my dear boy, we were always working for ourselves; or for science, rather. Technology must not be impeded; it must be advanced. We are here to assure that." Duo glared at the man.
"So you get rid of the Gundam pilots, then Zechs can destroy the Earth and win the war."
The Professor turned serious. "We do not wish to see Earth destroyed, that would impede technology. Nor are taking the Gundam pilots out of commission. You are one of our finest inventions. You all will just be given new...roles." One eye hardened under the sweep of gray hair.
"As for Zechs...He will be taken care of, when the time comes."
"Perfect Weapon?" Quatre's eyes showed his puzzlement.
Trowa cleared his throat, unaccustomed to speaking so much. How he wished for a glass of water! How he wished to be able to get everybody out of here!
"The Perfect Weapon is a human who has had the Zero System directly integrated into his mind. He will become a walking, thinking weapon, capable of doing things the Perfect Soldier couldn't even accomplish."
WuFei and Quatre sat, dumbstruck. Quatre looked at the boy in his lap in anguish.
"You mean...they're doing this...to Duo?" Tears ran down Trowa's face as he nodded.
"When they are done, there will be nothing left of the Duo we once knew."
WuFei jumped up and began pounding on the walls of their cell.
"INJUSTICE! Injustice! Do you hear me! How can you do this? To Him? He was the best of us! Damn you!"
Two guards rushed in to tranquilize him. WuFei's hand shot out and struck one guard under the chin, snapping his neck. He stumbled, trying to fight the chemicals that were racing through his blood. He fell to the ground.
"Bastards..." The Dragon fell into a drug-induced slumber.
With a frightened glance towards the unconscious boy, the remaining guard dragged the body of his comrade out of the cell. The door shut with a bang.
Quatre looked over at Trowa accusingly.
"Why didn't you help him?"
"There was no way that we could escape with three of us incapacitated. There are guards crawling all over the place. I'd rather not be shot at again." The Latin boy unconsciously rubbed at the bandage that covered his upper arm. "We have to wait for the best opportunity to escape. If we try now, they will just put us under harsher surveillance.
Quatre looked around at the transparent walls and numerous cameras. Harsher surveillance? A thought struck him and he turned back towards Trowa.
"Why didn't they pick you?"
Trowa flashed a humorless grin at his blond companion. He pointed to his head.
"Unstable."
End Part Seven
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