Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me (I wish; Quatre, sigh), and I am not making money off of this; I am writing this purely for my own enjoyment and for the entertainment of others. Please do not sue me, beause I'm just a poor college student. Arigato for reading!


Two Halves of a Whole
Part 1
by Fantasymonk


This fic takes place outside of the normal Gundam Wing storyline. The GW guys are all together, but they are not gundam pilots; rather, they work in an organization called Black Wing that helps get information on the activities of Oz and the Romafeller Foundation. Part of their team is Zechs, Noin, and Sally, who is the doctor for their group. Their base is a large complex obtained with the help of Quatre's immense financial assets.

Quatre, Wufei, and Duo paused outside the Romafeller Foundation Complex after hiding their jeep; after checking to make sure no one was coming, Duo waved the others forward, while he covered the rear. The only sound they could hear came from the night birds. It was too late for normal boys to be up, but these three were part of a special team, and their missions took place at all hours. The three juvenile spies entered the building and made their way through, following a map held by Wufei. When they were standing outside of the room where all files pertaining to mobile suits were kept, Duo picked the lock and they all entered, turning on their flashlights once they shut the door behind them. Safely inside, the three boys went over their plan one more time.

"Okay, we need to get the location of the mobile suit factory as quickly as possible," Duo said.

Wufei rolled his eyes. "We know that Maxwell."

"Why don't we split up and check different sections of the file-room," Quatre suggested, trying to head off an argument.

They all agreed, and soon each was starting from a different corner of the room. Wufei and Duo were closest to the door, while Quatre was in the back. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard outside the room. Wufei and Duo froze. Quatre hadn't heard anything so he kept working. The door slowly started to open. As the room got lighter, Quatre't head came up, and he backed away into a box, falling over it.

CRASH!

"Damn!" Duo muttered. He and Wufei hid between two large file cabinets. Quatre was sitting on the floor, rubbing his head. Two guards came into the room, each holding a gun ready. Quatre's blonde hair was obvious in the light coming through the door.

"Don't move!" one of the guards ordered.

Duo looked at Wufei, who nodded. They rose silently until both were crouched on the floor. Then, they leapt at the guards, who went down hard. Neither guard got back up when Wufei and Duo stood up to check on Quatre.

"I'm fine," Quatre said, looked a little embarrassed. "I found the file we need," he said, holding it up.

"Let's get out of here before something else happens," Wufei said, throwing Quatre a scathing glance. Quatre blushed.

Creeping into the hallway, they walked along silently, until -

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"The alarm," groaned Duo. All three boys started running. Quatre handed Duo the file.

"You and Wufei take this ahead; I'll stay here and stall them a little," he said, getting out a gun. The other two nodded and continued on their way. Quatre stationed himself around a corner and took shots at the soldiers running in his direction, making sure not to kill, just discourage. "The other guys must have had enough time by now," he thought to himself, and started to run. Just then, a gas canister landed in front of him, giving off thick, white smoke. Coughing, Quatre found himself sinking to the floor, the gun falling from limp fingers. Then his vision went black.

Back at the jeep:

"Something's wrong, Wufei. Quatre should have come out by now. He must have been captured," Duo finished, slamming his palm onto the dashboard.

"There's nothing we can do, Duo. The soldiers are starting to comb the area more thoroughly. We need to get this information to the base; we'll tell them what happened, and see what they want us to do," answered Wufei, climbing into the driver's seat. Duo nodded his head and got in from the other side. The jeep roared into life, and they sped in the direction of their base.

Quatre woke up with a fuzzy feeling in his head. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and realized he was on the floor, with his hands tied behind his back. Testing the ropes, he came to the conclusion that they were too tight for him to escape from. Sighing, he sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings. He was in a small, dark room. There was a cot in one corner with a thin blanket, a latrine in the other corner, and a dimly glowing light-bulb overhead.

"They must have just tossed me in here," Quatre thought, maneuvering to his knees and getting up to sit on the bed. As soon as he sat down, the door opened and a man walked in. He shut the door once he was inside, and turned to Quatre.

He was rather tall, with dark-blonde hair and green eyes. His shoulder-length hair was pulled into a ponytail, and his uniform told Quatre that he was an important person in the military. As he walked toward the boy sitting on the bed, Quatre got the feeling that he should be very afraid. The man was radiating a feeling of a sinister quality, and Quatre knew in his heart that the man meant him no good.

"So, you've finally awake, angel," the unknown man said. His voice was deep and smooth. He sat down next to Quatre, who moved away. The man smiled. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Thompson, or Bond, if you wish to call me by my first name." The man was acting anything but dangerous, but Quatre knew better. He slid even further over, a move that Captain Thompson noticed. "You have been placed in my care for interrogation; my superiors wish to know your role in the theft of some files."

Quatre looked away. "I have nothing to say," he said, refusing to look at the captain. Inside, his heart beat wildly. He was still getting the feeling that the man was up to no good.

"I assure you, angel, I will not hurt you�E too much," the man finished with a sinister chuckle. He grabbed Quatre by the hair and forced him to look up in his direction. His eyes lingered on Quatre's lips, then wandered down to look Quatre over. He smiled as if he liked what he saw. "You have such pretty features, it would be a shame to waste them," he said, as if to himself. He lifted one hand to stroke the side of the youth's face. Quatre tried to look away, but the hand holding his hair forced his face back again. The other hand lifted again, this time to stroke the outline of Quatre's lips. Quatre resisted the urge to bite the fingers; he felt his head being pulled back, until he finally fell over, his hands slightly underneath him. Captain Thompson's face got closer, until his lips almost touched the blonde boy's. Quatre made a panicked noise in his throat and squirmed a bit, trying to get free, but it was useless. The captain's free hand stroked Quatre's throat, and made its way downward, sliding across his chest, then going further, till it rested above his belt. The fingers worked nimbly, undoing the belt, and sliding it off. Quatre whimpered when the hand explored further down, sliding over the fabric of his khakis until it came to a stop, hovering above the place between his legs. Quatre closed his eyes, praying for something to happen, for this to stop. Then the light flickered as a loud explosion was heard.

"What the�Equot; Captain Thompson muttered. He moved away from the boy on the bed. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." He smiled at his own joke, then left, locking the door behind him. Quatre was left alone. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the building, Duo, Wufei, and Trowa were busy distracting the guards by setting off explosions all around the area. Heero had made his way into the building and moved to the area where Quatre was being held. The file he had hacked into said that Quatre was being held prisoner in one of many smaller rooms used for holding suspects for interrogation in one wing of the building. He continued further into the building.

Quatre's relief at the captain's departure turned to panic when he heard the lock click and the door open. Had he come back? He watched in fear as the door opened fully and a figure stepped in.

"Heero!" The word exploded from his lips as he jumped up from the bed. Heero took out a knife and cut the ropes binding his fellow teammate. Quatre rubbed his wrists and followed the silent boy. Most of the soldiers were outside dealing with the fires from the explosions, and Heero knocked out any they came across. Soon they reached the exit, and the fresh air and sunlight never looked so good to Quatre. Both boys ran into the surrounding woods and met up with the other three members of the team. Duo gave Quatre a big grin and a thumbs-up.

"Hey Quatre, you okay?" Duo asked, throwing his arm around the smaller boy. "Where's your belt?" he added, looking down at Quatre's waist.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I don't know where my belt is; it wasn's on me when I woke up," Quatre said shakily. Trowa looked at him, his head tilted to one side. "Thanks for coming you guys. Your timing is great," he said emphatically. Duo laughed.

"Well, we couldn't let one of the team fall into the hands of those morons," he indicated the direction of the building.

Wufei interrupted, "We'd better get going, before we get caught." Everyone piled into the jeep, and they headed to base.

As the jeep turned into the entrance, all five boys could see three figures standing in front of the compound. Getting closer, they could see that the three figures were Zechs Marquise, Lucrezia Noin, and Sally Po, the three adults in their team. These three usually stayed behind and provided tactics and strategic advice for the boys in the field. Sally Po was the doctor for the group, providing medical help when one of the boys came back injured, and was the mother figure for all of the team. When the jeep had come to a stop, Duo vaulted out of the back and ran over to Zechs.

"Mission accomplished, sir!" he grinned, throwing a mock salute to the older man. Zechs gave an answering smile and patted Duo on the shoulder.

"Well done soldier," he answered. A smile appeared on his lips. As the boys got out of the jeep, Zechs looked them all over. "Is everyone okay?"

"We're fine, Zechs," Wufei replied. "We got Quatre out without a problem."

"That's good," said Noin. She smiled at Quatre. "It's good to have you home again Quatre." Her face turned serious. "You're sure you're all right?" she asked, looking concerned. Quatre fidgeted under her scrutiny.

"Yeah, they didn't have a chance to do anything to me," he said. Noin nodded and looked at the other boys.

"Supper's on the table, so you'd better go eat before it gets cold," she said. Duo whooped and ran into the building.

"Fooooood!" he yelled, disappearing before anyone had a chance to move. The others laughed.

Later that evening, Quatre was getting ready for bed when he heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"It's Trowa," came a quiet voice from the other side. Quatre hurried to unlock the door. He opened it wide and motioned for Trowa to come in.

"Do you need something, Trowa?" Quatre asked, looking expectantly at the taller youth. Trowa looked into Quatre's eyes.

"Quatre, what happened after you were captured?" he asked. The question caught Quatre off guard. He sat down at his desk, not meeting Trowa's gaze.

"What do you mean, Trowa?" Quatre asked.

"This is what I mean," Trowa answered. "You and I have never kept secrets from each other. I'm your friend, and I can tell that something is bothering you. Why won't you tell me? I would never judge you," Trowa assured Quatre, putting a hand on his shoulder. Quatre smiled.

"And I thought I was the one who was good at reading people," he quipped, still smiling. Then the smile left his face. "Do you really want to know?" Trowa nodded. "You have to promise not to tell the others," Quatre demanded. Surprised at the blonde boy's vehemence, Trowa nodded again. Then Quatre proceeded to tell the story, how Captain Thompson had come into the room, his feelings about the man, and how they had been proven true. Trowa looked at Quatre with understanding.

"I promise not to tell anyone. You don't have to worry anymore. You know that we�Ethat I will protect you," Trowa told him. Quatre looked up in surprise at the feeling in the taller boy's voice. Then he nodded slowly.

"Thank you for listening Trowa," he said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Quatre," Trowa answered. Then Quatre shut the door as his friend left.

Outside the door, Trowa made his way down the hall. He thought about what he had just heard, and clenched a fist, longing to drive it into the face of this Captain Thompson. To think that someone could do that to such an innocent boy as Quatre. Oh sure, Quatre had killed people, but he was innocent where it counted, in his heart. Quatre held so much love and friendship for his fellow teammates, and to see such a trusting nature misused; it made Trowa angry. He had known something was wrong, known it deep inside. Nobody else had seemed to notice anything, which made Trowa curious. Was it just himself who had noticed, or were they just trying to be kind? Shaking his head, he entered his bedroom, which was right next to Quatre's.

Quatre closed the door behind Trowa, leaning against it. Trowa was such a good friend. He had noticed when no one else had; Quatre felt closer to Trowa than anyone else on the team. They were all his friends, but he felt connected to Trowa in a way that was special. The blonde boy took off his clothes, carefully folding and putting them away. Then he slipped into a cotton T-shirt and boxers and slid under the covers of his bed. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he was asleep.

Quatre's eyes opened. Something had woken him up; what was it? He looked at his clock and groaned to himself. Five o'lock was too early to be up when there were no missions. Then he heard it; something moved next to his bed. He looked over without moving his head, and saw a figure looming over him. Moving faster than he thought he could, Quatre leaped off the bed and made a run for the door. Before he could get there, a strong hand clamped onto his shirt, almost pulling him off his feet. Quatre struggled to his feet and attempted to get away as he was dragged toward the window. He was pulled close to a large, warm body and a voice whispered in his ear.

"Sh, angel, I have come for you."

Quatre froze at that voice. It was him! His muscles tensed up, and he prepared to make a break for it, but the captain must have felt it because he pulled a cloth out of his pocket pressed it over Quatre's face. A sweet, cloying odor was the last Quatre knew before surrendering to darkness.

The next morning, Trowa came upstairs and went to Quatre's room to wake him up. He knocked on the door first.

"Quatre, Sally says to come to breakfast. It's past time to get up." Hearing no response, he opened the door, and peered in. When he saw Quatre's bed was empty, he went back downstairs. Sally was waiting for him at the bottom.

"Did you get him up?" she asked. Trowa shook his head.

"He's not there," he replied. "His bed is unmade, and his window is wide open." Sally pondered this.

"That's strange. I can always count on Quatre to make his bed, and it's too warm outside for him to leave his window open," Sally mused. Trowa looked at her.

"Sally, something is wrong," he said. This simple statement echoed ominously in Trowa's mind. He knew Quatre was in trouble. "Sally, do you think we could check the surveillance tapes, just in case?" he asked. She nodded.

"You get everyone to the video-room. I'll set up the tapes," she told him.

Minutes later, the team was assembled in the video-room. Sally had a small group of tapes set in front of her. She sat in the chair in front of the console. It consisted of almost a wall of screens, and a VCR for each screen.

"Okay everyone, these are the tapes from the cameras that were used last night and this morning." Sally put all the tapes in different VCRs, and played them. "Everyone look at a different screen, and call out when you see something."

After a while, Heero called out Sally's name. She came over to his screen. He pointed to something that was parked close to the woods surrounding the compound. It was a dark SUV, with something on the side. Everyone came to stand behind Heero and Sally. Heero punched a few keys on a keyboard attached to the screen, and zoomed in on the area. They could read the words "Romafeller Foundation". Heero looked at Sally. The time on the tape was a few minutes before five a.m. A man got out of the vehicle and walked out of the camera's range. Not much later, he returned. A blonde boy could be seen dangling over his shoulder. Trowa felt his stomach clench.

"That's Quatre," he whispered. "That son of a bitch has Quatre."

"Who are you talking about, Trowa?" asked Zechs. Trowa turned to look at his superior.

"Quatre told me what happened after he was taken prisoner," Trowa replied. "A captain was in charge of him and was supposed to interrogate him. Quatre told Noin that we got him out before they could do anything, but it was this captain who was going to do something, and it wasn't going to be interrogation," he finished.

"You mean...." Noin started. Trowa nodded.

"The bastard has plans to rape Quatre," he said, staring at the screen, where the Romafeller vehicle had just driven off.

"Not again," thought Quatre as he woke up. "I've been captured again." He nearly cried at the thought of being at the captain's mercy. Then he realized he could hardly move his hands. Opening his eyes, he saw that a rope bound his wrists to a hook in the ceiling. Shivering, his second realization was that he was naked. "Oh shit!" was his only thought. Something cold was on his ankles; looking down, he saw a metal bar with clamps at each end keeping his legs apart. The bar was attached to the floor so he couldn't move. In front of him was a video camera, pointed in his direction. Quatre felt like he was going to be sick. A door behind him opened up, and Quatre felt a chill go down his spine; he knew who it was.

"Hello, angel. Did you miss me?" a voice purred. He felt something trailing down his back and travel gently along the cleft of his buttocks. He shivered in disgust and fear as the finger traveled back up and along his lower belly as the owner stepped in front of him. It was Captain Thompson; he wasn't wearing his uniform. Instead he wore a loose button-up shirt, loose cotton pants. He looked at Quatre and smiled. That feeling was back full force. This man was evil.

"I hope you don't mind the equipment," Thompson said. "I like to make a record of all my conquests." He went over to the camera and turned it on. A red light appeared. "Now, angel, let's get down to business." As he walked closer, Quatre closed his eyes and prayed for help.

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