Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing. I can wish, cant I?

~Note~ This is Duo’s point of view. Don’t you just love it!!!

Ps: I wanna thank the Goddess of Death for helping me with idea’s. Your a big help, you know.

"Let me go!!!" by my command, he only tightened his grip. "Let me the fuck go, man!!!", well it seems that talking to the bastard is not getting *me* anywhere.

What should I do??? Hmm, maybe it would be nice to stop him from dragging me to where ever the hell he is dragging me to, and kick his ass. *It would be nice.* But the only problem is, is he is almost, I would say, four times my size.

I swear, some people are such ass’s these days. Why does this stuff always have to happen to me?

I knew there was no way of getting away by pulling and yelling, so, I took the nice approach to the situation, "Will you please let me go?". To my surprise, for once, being a nice guy actually worked. Mr. Mocho-man stopped and let me go.

In a very emotionless, monotone, familiarly voice, the man spoke. "Where here."

I couldn’t understand it. It was Heero’s voice, but not his body. The man turned to me at that moment and I got more confused/scared. It was Father Maxwell’s face. Not his body, or voice. But his face.

He lifted his hand and pointed to something in the far distance. I took one swift glance and stopped frozen at mid-stare.

"No!" my voice was quiet and husky to my own ears.

In the distance stood the one thing that has haunted me for half of my life. The remains of Maxwell Church.

"It was your fault, you know?"

"No......Noooooooooooooooooooo

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"Duo! Duo! Wake up!"

" Huh? It wasn’t my fault. I tried to save them, I tried!!!" I put the back of my hands to my face and scrubbed like I had never scrubbed before. Boys just don’t cry.

"Duo, its all right. You where just having a nightmare." Just then, I realized I was not the only one in the room. Wow, that just makes things a whole lot better for me, Ne?

"Quatre?"

"Yes, its me Duo." His voice was filled with pure concern.

"Duo, are you all right?" Quatre proceeded to move from his position in the room and sit on my bed. He took each one of my hands into one of his, and lifted my face with the other. With his thumb, he wiped my run-away tears that where not greedily scrubbed away.

"Duo, what’s wrong? You said it wasn’t your fault." In away, I had no clue what he was talking about. I guess I was having one of those damn dreams that leave the mind the second you wake up. But I had a feeling it dealt with my past, and most likely Maxwell Church. Damn!!!

"Nothing Quatre. I’m fine. Arigato." I tried to sit up but Quatre restrained me by my shoulders.

"Duo, your hurt. Your not suppose to leave the bed."

"Huh?......Shit!"

Right then, I felt it. It was like being hit by a million big ass baseballs all at once. And it was all coming from one place. It was coming from my right side.

"Fuck! Quatre, what did I do this time?" It must have to be pretty bad if Quatre has to restrain me from leaving my own bed. At least I think it is my bed.

I took a look around the room. Well, at least I tried to take a look around the room. The only three things I could see was the clock that was on the night stand. Which proudly read 2:27 am. God.... and Quatres pale skin that reflected from the little light that was coming from a small window on the left wall away from the bed. It is defiantly *not* my room. It might be dark and blinding, but I can tell the room is still cleaner then my own. And also my window was above the bed.

"And where am I?"

" Duo, you where shot. It is not to serious, though" Thank god..." We took you to a safe house that Lady Une provided. There was no way we could take you through the dorms and not get caught. So Trowa and Heero went to get the rest of our stuff." Notice how he says Trowa’s name before Heero’s. Coincidence? I think not.

"Where’s Wufei?"

" Sally came to patch you up, so I guess you can put it together." Figures, should have known.

There was a moment of silence after that. I knew if I didn’t say something the silence would stretch, so I asked an obvious question. " How bad is it Doc?"

"Ha, ha, very funny Duo. But luckily its nothing to bad. You lost a lot of blood, though. So that is why we had to call Sally. The bullet seemed to have entered your right side and went out through your back. So we didn’t have to bother with surgery. It simply gazed the bottom of your bottom rib. There shouldn’t be bad scaring. And you should be fine in a few weeks."(1)

"That’s good." A strong nod was my answer.

I guess I *should* be happy that the bullet didn’t kill me. But I knew that I was as good as dead any ways. Because once Heero gets done with me I........

" O-yea Duo, there is one more thing I almost forgot to tell you."

"Huh?"

"Lady Une wants to talk to you once your fully recovered."

CCCCCHHHHHHHEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

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(1) I know crap about medical stuff. I know I shouldn’t write about stuff I don’t know about, but, all well. It is a fic. Who cares?