Archiving: As with all of my fics, just ask. Blame: My muse and my depression made me do the weird stuff in here! (i.e., character crossovers…) Comments: This is for two people: Morgan, my friend who challenged me to write this, my first-ever lemon. My deepest thanks to her for doing such a wonderful job of corrupting me. And this is also in memory of a very dear friend who had multiple sclerosis. Um… about this fic: I can tell you that it is a Duo-screwing-Treize fic, but what I can’t tell you is who’s 2 and who’s 13 in the Gundam chara-codes. hehe… Enjoy this: it’s my first lemon ever, so I hope it doesn’t suck too much (interesting choice of words)… I think it’s pretty sad, though… In fact, I think I can come with a (non-lemon, sorry) sequel to this! Ooh! Thanks, Morgan!
Notes: //thoughts//
“Treize.”
“Mm?” The ginger-haired teenager looked up from the book he was reading for a moment to his roommate. Heero had stopped typing.
“Is Epyon repaired?”
“Yes, why? Another mission?”
Heero’s dark blue eyes fixed on Treize’s own light blue ones and did not move or blink, something that the Epyon pilot found quite disturbing. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “The one we were waiting for.”
“I didn’t think they were that stupid, giving us a clear opportunity like this,” Treize replied. “Of course, there is the possibility of a trap, and we don’t have nearly the numbers to spare to examine it from all possible directions the way it should be.”
“That,” Heero said dryly, “is why we are Gundam pilots and usually the only survivors.”
Treize smiled. “True enough. Let me see.” He marked his place and stood behind Heero’s chair to read the mission briefing. “What is this code that your superior talks in? Jeez, I can’t make heads or tails of it!” Heero, smiling tightly, pressed a key and the nonsense characters on the screen became legible letters. It was as close as Heero would get to playing a trick on someone.
According to whoever Heero took orders from, two missions would be required, followed up by one massive, all-out joint attack. Performed within a matter of hours of one another, the circumstances could lead to a complete collapse of both the government and the military. The first mission could be completed by one pilot, although two were recommended: wipe out all the officials attending the Romefeller Foundation’s meeting in Paris, France. However, one of the key officials to be eliminated would not be attending: in was, in fact, en route to the Luxembourg base. Supposedly he was overseeing the final tests on a new Scorpio model mobile doll, details of which were unknown, but Heero’s superior had his doubts on that. So did Treize, for that matter: the OZ leadership was rumored to be very unfriendly towards the concept and use of the mobile dolls. But that did not matter: he needed to pushed out of the way and would not be where it would be convenient to do it, so a separate but simultaneous mission would be required to take out Duo Maxwell.
“You’ve been to Luxembourg, haven’t you?” Heero asked. Treize frowned.
“Yes, but there is a base there and a very extensive chateau there, and I’m not certain which one he’ll go to. I would have to get it on the first try, or they’ll know of my presence there.”
“Operate on the premise of a trap, then: they know you’re going. If you want I can notify Quatre and tell him you’ll be requiring assist-”
“No…” The slightly taller pilot had a distant, pensive look on his face. “God, I hate this reverse psychology, but if I’m right he’ll go to the chateau. I’ve heard some rather vicious rumors that would suggest that choice. I can handle it myself. Is there any way to catch the jet en route?”
Heero must have run the calculations through his head, because after a moment he gave a negative reply. Treize cursed in German. The Japanese pilot raised an eyebrow.
“It’s just as well, Treize. I won’t be ready to go for about three days and the others can’t possibly get here before then to plan the assault.”
“Thanks. I get the tough base just because Relena’s at the Romefeller Foundation’s meeting-” He cut off at Heero’s glare. “Oh, truth hurts, ne?”
“Actually, no. I need to get Relena out of the way anyways. But Wing needs a few adjustments and if they decide to test those Scorpios out on me it’ll need a whole lot more. I did some research of my own: all I could find out about them is that they’re about twice as fast as the Taurus dolls.”
//Wait a minute…sixteen G’s?// “And you want to send me up against those by myself? I think you’re either nuts or vastly overrating the capabilities of one single pilot.”
“No. Radio Trowa when you’ve completed the first half of your mission and he’ll come in to back you up. There’s only four or five of them.”
Treize was not convinced. “Yeah, well, let me remind you that four Taurus mobile dolls were more than enough to wipe out twenty space Leos.”
“A Gundam isn’t a space Leo.”
“All right.” The German pilot finally gave in, put a hand to his temple with a sigh. “Kuso, I’m not sure how I let you talk me into these things…”
“Move out tonight.”