Mission: Medallion

Part Two: It's Not Trowa!!!

by: Mikala Barton

Disclaimers:

Most of these characters are not mine, in case you don't know. I only own a pitiful few of the characters. Hmm, lessee, I don't own Quatre. I don't own Trowa. I don't own Heero. I don't own Duo. I don't own Duo. Hey I actually own -hmph!! I almost got strangled by my friend, Zashi-chan. She told me that it was supposed to be a secret, and the reader would know anyway. (Assuming of course, that they will read this piece of junk.)

Soooooooo, on with the story!!!!!!!!

CRASH!!!!!!!!!! *boom* *boom*

Duo covered his face as the remains of the warehouse exploded.

Heero nudged him and told him, "Come on." he started walking.

Duo swallowed a huge lump in his throat and said, "But, Heero, what do you think happened to Quatre and Wufei?"

Heero sighed, "I just saw a figure get thrown from the blast. I think it was either Quatre or Wufei."

Duo brightened up, "You mean they didn't die after all?"

"Maybe, but remember that there is a possibility that the person could have died by the impact." Heero, very optimistically said.

Duo brushed the words aside and rushed towards where Heero saw the figure. Heero went after him.

They saw Wufei lying face down on the forest floor.

Duo frantically looked around for another body.

He saw nothing.

Heero came behind him and said, "Quatre is gone."

Duo swallowed and knew that it was the sad truth. The golden boy was gone.

Duo woke up suddenly, sweaty. He glanced at his bed partner, who immediately opened his eyes to look at Duo curiously.

It was the night after Quatre died.

"Is it Quatre?" Heero asked, softly.

Duo gave him a teary glance. "Yeah, I dreamt about when we couldn't find him."

Heero sighed and said, "Shh. I am sure he's fine. You know Quatre." He enveloped his arms around his stark naked lover.

Duo, for a change, didn't feel comforted by the warm arms around him. He got out of the embrace and said, "But, Heero, it was all our fault! If we hadn't exploded the warehouse right away, Quatre would be fine!"

Heero sighed and went towards his lover, "It's not our fault and you know it. Quatre and Wufei separated, then Wufei found the way out but Quatre didn't. End of story."

Duo glared at his lover, "And that is supposed to comfort me!?!"

Heero was about to answer when they heard his laptop beep. Heero immediately went towards the computer and turned it on. Dr J's face appeared immediately.

Dr. J asked, "Are you three there?"

Heero said, "Not yet. Wait a minute, doctor." He turned to Duo, "Get Wufei."

Duo pointed at his body, "Let me wear something first."

Heero glared at him, "The mission comes first, Duo. You know that."

Duo sighed and just got a towel to cover around his waist. He got another one and tossed it to Heero. "Here." he said. "I don't want Wufei seeing you naked."

Heero raised an eyebrow but took the towel.

"You are taking very long." Dr. J said pointing out the very obvious fact.

Heero turned to Duo again.

"Fine, fine." Duo said rushing towards the door, hastily keeping the towel in place. He rushed towards the room next to theirs and turned the person in the bed.

"Nataku?" Wufei murmured cracking an eye open, expecting to see his wife, but...... he saw the face of the braided boy, Duo. "What the heck are you doing here in the middle of the night???" he asked. His eyes bulged when he saw the towel around Duo's waist. "And why are you only wearing a towel?" he demanded.

Duo rolled his eyes, "No need to get so stuffy, China boy. Dr. J just communicated through Heero's laptop and he wents us all to be there."

Wufei sighed and muttered something about dreaming about Nataku. He got off the bed and rushed towards the next room. Duo quickly followed.

When Dr. J noticed that all of them was there, he spoke, "Well, I received the information that you boys got from the lab. It turns out that Oz is creating a bomb that is very small. It is smaller than the eraser on a pencil, and has enough power to annihilate a colony."

Duo's eyes bulged at this.

Heero nodded and said, "Is it already in working order?"

Dr J gave a little smile, although it was hard to tell, because as far as anyone was concerned, Dr. J didn't smile. "That's your next mission. The researches made at the laboratory was reaching the conclusion but not yet, so there was no information on whether it was working or not. However it did mention the makers of the bomb. Your mission is to go to the inventors and find out if it is already effective or not."

Wufei nodded. "Who are these inventors?"

"They all come from the same family, and they all contributed, therefore, they are each equally important. They are the Louroux family. The following is the information we have on them. They live in France as of the moment, as you noticed that the warehouse where you stole the information from was at the France. There are four of them. Mr. Dugan Louroux, the father and he did most of the figuring out of equations needed for the project. Mme. Leslee Louroux, the mother and she is essential for effeciency of the project. Celine Louroux, the older child, a daughter, an acclaimed genius and responsible for most of the works for the project. Lastly, Louis Louroux, the younger child, a son, and he does most of the research. You can probably get the information from any of them." Dr. J finished. "That's all we have. The diskette contains other things, like experiments for this, but not much detail, so we really need the information, fast. We cannot let this experiment suceed, understood?"

The three nodded. Heero said, "We understand."

Dr. J nodded and said, "One last thing, Trowa will be included in this mission. You will meet him at a French hotel." He droned off more information like the name of the hotel and stuff. (I didn't really mention those names, because I can't think of one! *sweatdrop*)

After a few more minutes, Dr J disconnected and the three got ready to go to the hotel where Trowa was supposed to be.

While doing that, Duo wondered on whether Trowa knew about Quatre or not. If not, how the hell was he going to tell him?

Quatre opened his eyes aware of the pain in his backside.

Suddenly, he remembered the events that happened. He quickly sat up and left the comfortable bed where he was resting.

He looked around the room. It was mainly blue with a touch of silver. Whoever owned this was obviously very rich. It did not rise above the Winner's but it was close enough.

Quatre searched for Trowa around the room.

Trowa wasn't there.

Quatre frowned, thinking about where Trowa could be. Then he blushed, as he remembered on how Trowa held him on his wrist while they escaped from the warehouse. As he thought about that, he felt a pain. It wasn't from the his backside, which was still reviving from the shock of the blast, but from his left hand.

His eyes went towards the hand, the wrist was black and blue and showed an imprint of a hand clearly.

Quatre stared at the bruise and felt hurt, not by the wound, but by the fact that Trowa would really hurt him. Then again, he reasoned with himself, Trowa just wanted to bring Quatre to safety, so what did a little bruise matter?

Quatre nodded, certain that he had come up with a logical solution for the bruise and why Trowa was so inconsiderate.

Satisfied, he went back to the bed and lay there. He imagined Trowa beside him and felt this face burn once again.

He shook his head to clear the image of Trowa beside him and decided to get out, so that he could look for Trowa and thank the people that provided this room for them. His stomach growled, reminding him that he also had to eat.

He rushed towards the door, and turned the knob, but he couldn't!

It was locked!

Someone had locked him in!

His eyes widened as he tried to force the door open. Was Trowa also locked in a room? he worried, caring more for the long banged pilot than his own captivity.

He worried for a while more, but was stopped when a voice in his head reminded him that he had to escape.

Quatre quickly searched the room, wondering on how he was brought here. Did Trowa bring him here, asking for help? It wasn't likely, after all, Trowa could probably take care of him. But what if Trowa was so worried about Quatre so he actually went around the neighborhood, looking for a kind soul that would take them in? Quatre pondered on that thought, while still searching the room and eventually finding nothing.

Quatre went to the window which was naturally locked and tried to figure out a way on how he could escape. He was deep in thought, when he heard the door click and open. He turned, preparing on attacking the person who opened the door, and paused when he saw the boy that had opened the door.

It was Trowa!

Quatre teared his gaze from Trowa's face and was shocked by Trowa's outfit. He was wearing a white tennis outfit and was carrying a tennis racket. Quatre gasped and was even more shocked by the girl at the elbow of Trowa. The girl was beautiful and was rubbing Trowa's hand. And Trowa was letting her do it.

Quatre felt his heart sink as he saw Trowa turn to the girl and smile. When Trowa turned to him, the smile turned into a frown. Quatre felt his heart sink further as two men in uniform, obviously officers of Oz, came in and went towards Quatre. Quatre backed away, but he was immediately pinned to the wall.

"Trowa, help!" Quatre yelled as the two men dragged him out of the room.

Trowa glanced at him and smirked. "Bring the scum in the dungeon." he told the two men. The girl just giggled.

Quatre felt like crying because of Trowa's betrayal and punching the girl who was touching Trowa's hand possessively. He did neither, because he knew that Trowa would be angry and he didn't want to upset Trowa. His mind yelled at him, Silly boy!! Trowa betrayed you and the other pilots and you still don't want to upset him?!?

Quatre felt lower than dirt as the two men forced him to walk towards what seemed to be the dungeon. He felt like yelling that Trowa cared for him and that he would help him later, but he couldn't get rid of the lump in his throat.

So he kept quiet.

He was forced to take a seat in a cold cell on a thin bed. Then the two men left him and locked the door.

Quatre finally let the tears fall and cried for I-don't-know-how-many-minutes. He was stopped when he heard footsteps approaching. He immediately wiped away the tears and went concentrated on the bars of his cell, tensing so that he could attack the person that was coming.

But the moment he saw the person on the other side of the bars, he felt his knees weaken. It was Trowa and he was alone.

He quickly stood up and rushed towards the boy and said, "Trowa, I knew you'd come and save me! So what's the deal? Tell me." he babbled as Trowa frowned.

Trowa gazed at him with steady eyes, "Who are you and tell me who sent you."

Quatre's eyes widened. "What do you mean who am I? You know me, Trowa! I'm your friend."

Trowa's frown deepened, "First of all, don't call me Trowa, my name is Louis. Louis Louroux. Second, I don't know you, therefore, you cannot be my friend. Anyway, even if I did know you," his mouth curled into a sneer, "I wouldn't want to be friends with scum."

Quatre immediately backed away, when he heard the boy deny that he was Trowa, "You're not Trowa?" his voice cracked. He tried to register this in his mind, but it was too numb.

Trowa, correction, Louis just scowled at him and said, "No, I do not know any Trowa, and you are here to tell me the information that we need."

Quatre's mind finally realized that this....thing couldn't be Trowa because even though Trowa didn't really show it, Trowa cared. Louis looked like he didn't have a caring bone in his body. This wasn't Trowa, he was just a boy that looked like Trowa!

Quatre felt like grinning, because Trowa didn't betray him! Trowa and Quatre still had a chance to be together!

Louis noticed that his prisoner was still immersed in thought so he spoke louder, "Listen to me, scum, tell me who you are and who sent you!!!!!"

Quatre glared at him and said, "I will never tell you anything."

Louis frowned, then an idea came to him, "Oh, yes you will, prisoner, you will have to, because if you don't, you will starve to death in this dungeon, without seeing this Trowa ever again!"

Quatre frowned, because he didn't want to be threatened. Besides, he knew that the other pilots would rescue him. "Despite your threat, I will not betray my friends!" he said, glaring levelly at the visible eye.

Louis shrugged and said, "Whatever. You will have to give up on this idea, sooner or later, if you don't want to die." Then he left.

Quatre watched the leaving boy and thought about what he should do while waiting for his friends to recue him. They would surely be worried about him, because of the huge blast. Then his eyes widened, what if they thought that he was dead? If they thought that, they certainly wouldn't try to save him.

He shut his eyes, praying that they would save him, even though they might think he was dead.

He also prayed, more than everything, that Trowa was here.

Trowa glanced up when he heard a knock and Duo's voice say, "Trowa! We know you're there! Open up!"

He quickly got off the bed and opened the door for the four pilots he was expecting. He really wanted to see Quatre. He grimaced internally at the thought, wondering on why he would want to see the beautiful boy. But, when he opened the door, he didn't see Quatre. He only saw Heero, Duo and Wufei. He nodded at them and opened the door wider, letting them in.

Maybe Quatre wasn't included in this mission, he thought as he surveyed the group that entered his hotel room. But he was positive that the doctor said the other four would come. He pondered on whether to ask about this or not. He decided that it wasn't important, but he when he opened his mouth, the words suddenly came rushing out.

"Where is Quatre? I thought that he would join us?" he asked, a little stunned that he asked.

The other pilots looked at one another. Wufei glanced at Trowa and said, "I guess the doctors didn't tell you, huh? Quatre died from a past mission."

Trowa almost felt his eyes widen, but controlled it. He just closed his eyes and said, "I see." He said it in a very level, stoic voice.

Duo glanced at his friend. He could have sworn that Trowa was going to show a reaction, but it seems like he wouldn't. Oh well.

Even Heero seemed to sense the tension, but he spoke anyway, "Okay, tonight, we will go to the Louroux residence and look at the office for information about th experiment. If there is none, we have to either kidnap a member or search the rest of the house."

Trowa nodded.

Wufei nodded.

Duo felt weird and sorry for himself, because now, he was the only one who would make conversation, because Quatre wasn't around any longer.

He felt like punching himself. He was thinking of himself when Quatre was dead. For heaven's sake!!! What sort of friend was he? He could understand that the other boys would probably suffer inside, but he should show it! Only he felt too choked up to do so.

Heero cleared his throat and said, "Anyway, Trowa and Duo will distract the men, while Wufei and I look for the office. If the records aren't there, Wufei and I will split and Wufei will search the house, while I look for a hostage. Each of the fours us will have radios so that we can contact one another. When Wufei and I find the records, we will just meet here at the hotel. Did everyone get that?"

Wufei nodded.

Trowa nodded.

Duo almost nodded, but he said, "Hey, is nobody going to talk here?"

"Heero is talking, you just talked." Wufei pointed out.

Duo sighed, "I don't mean that kind of talk. I mean talk like Quatre's talk."

Trowa felt something flicker in his chest at the mention of Quatre's name, but he ignored it, because it didn't seem to help and paying attention to it only hurt.

"Quatre is gone, Duo. Face it, and quit acting stupid." Heero ordered, but there was a caring in his eyes.

Duo nodded and said, "It's just that I miss him so much."

At that, Trowa sighed.

The other three immediately faced him, surprised that Trowa had made a sound.

Trowa didn't notice though, and he said, "I miss Quatre."

Duo felt pity for the silent soldier, because he knew that Trowa loved Quatre as much as Quatre loved him. The two would make such a nice couple, if only........ Oh well, it was no use thinking about it now.

Heero glanced at a clock, "Well, we will eat for ten minutes then leave for the Louroux residence."

Trowa gave a short nod and walked away, towards a window. As he glanced at the beautiful buildings of France, he felt a tear trickle its way down his cheek. "Quatre." he said, his voice showing the immense emotion he felt for the golden pilot.

Quatre sighed as he paced around his cell. His stomach was starting to really growl, but it was something he could handle. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to last long if this went on.

He glanced at windowless, damp cell. How he wished that the others would hurry up and save him. But most of all, he wished that Trowa would be here. He wanted Trowa to come to him, not that lookalike named Louis Louroux. They may look alike, but Louis's soul was as black as the night, while Trowa was purer than a clear stream.

He sat on the bed, pulled his knees to his chest and cried.

That's it! Part two! I actually finished it! I am so proud of myself. I hope you enjoyed it. *bows head and prays that you did* *sigh* I may as well wish for the moon. Anyway, it is so happens that *grins* you actually liked it it, don't hesitate to e-mail me and tell me your comments. I'd love to hear 'em!! *jumps up and down in seat* OW!!! My sharp butt just pierced through the chair! *gets the remains of the broken chair and tries to piece them back together* Oh well. *throws the pieces away* Just send in the comments, kei? If you don't like it, that's okay, just tell me what you think.