Part 3 is here! Took me less time than I thought. I just started writing and this is what I ended up with. Still no sap yet…sorry!

Disclaimer: G-Wing charas are not mine. They belong to those who made them. (REALLY wish I could find out where to get Quatre and Zechs plushies, though!)

WARNING: VIOLENCE!!! (::sigh:: yeah…Heero again) ANGST of course. Hmmm…BASTARDAZATION OF DOCTOR J!!! (This is a first for me ::sweatdrops::)

Okay. Hope you like it. My first non-humor, non-sappy fic. (well a little sap later on [bet you can’t wait to see the pairing!] ) Please e-mail me and tell me whatcha think. All mail will receive a reply. [email protected]

-->Ray-Chan

"Ten YEARS?! Geeze, Heero." Duo sank slowly to the kitchen floor. Tears spilled from his eyes as he gazed sorrowfully at his friend. "I couldn’t live with that. I would have killed myself long ago."

Heero sighed and struggled to crawl across the blood covered floor to the braided boy.

"But that’s just it, Duo. I couldn’t. I wanted to for the longest time. I truly wanted to, but HE wouldn’t allow me to." Heero settled on his knees in front of Duo and stared into the amethyst depths of his eyes. "He always called me the Perfect Soldier; a machine designed for killing at any cost. HE made me that way."

Heero’s head drooped slightly. Wufei scooted over to sit beside the two boys.

"It wasn’t your fault, Heero. You didn’t understand what you were doing. You couldn’t have helped it."

Heero’s slight form began to shake, crumpling as the tears finally fell through. The others could do nothing but watch as Heero sat on the cold kitchen floor and cried.

"But…But I…" his sobs choked the otherwise quiet room, drowning out the low droll of kitchen appliances. "I….I KNEW!" The others stared at Heero as the reality of his words sank in. "I…I knew everything he was making me do. Dr. J, he…he controlled my body, but not what I thought. Each person I killed, I could…" he gulped. "I could hear their screams."

Quatre now lowered himself to the floor, resting his back against a cabinet. He suddenly felt too weak to support himself. Heero’s pain. He could FEEL it. So strong. So overwhelming. No one should have to face that alone. Not even the Perfect Soldier.

He sighed and gestured for Trowa to join the little group. The Heavyarms pilot obliged, and Quatre turned his attention back to Heero.

"What…What happened? Why would Dr. J do something like that?"

Heero eyed the blonde warily.

"Do you really want to know?"

Quatre paused before nodding. Heero’s head drooped slightly.

"Well…about ten years ago…"

********FLASHBACK********

The small boy crashed violently into a nearby wall. Lying still on the floor, broken and bruised, Heero’s eyes were clenched tightly, blocking out vision of the man who abused him so brutally.

Don’t cry. He thought. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe…

"What’s the matter boy?" The harsh voice cut through Heero’s self-imposed darkness, sending shivers through his spine. "Have you had enough? Do you want me to stop yet?"

Heero glanced meekly up at his tormentor.

"Please, Dr. J. No more."

The man scowled down at the boy.

"Wrong answer!" and he proceeded to beat Heero, pummeling him with blows to every available part of the young pilot’s body. Heero whimpered in pain as the punches continued, dark welts already appearing on his slightly tanned skin. He rolled into a tight ball and covered his head with tiny arms. Doctor J noticed this and smirked slightly to himself.

He’s learning well.

Three more kicks and Heero’s arm broke with an audible *snap*. The boy could no longer hold it in and he screamed in pain.

Doctor J stopped his onslaught, and smiled ruthlessly down at the boy.

"That’s all for today. Maybe next time you won’t be so inclined to show your emotions."

Heero lay panting on the floor, a faint trickle of blood trailing down his lips. He nodded slightly, feeling his head spin with each motion.

"I-I understand."

J’s smile broadened as he stared down at his little soldier.

"One little girl and her dog won’t make much of a difference either way in this life. Think of it as you saving them from the hardships of future wars."

Heero’s expression was unreadable even to the highly trained Doctor J. The older man frowned.

"Your emotions are unnecessary, Heero. They’ll jeopardize the missions." He paused for a minute. "But maybe I can change that." Heero looked up at him, frightened. Doctor J began to smile once again with the thought. "Yes…That’s just what I’ll do."

********END FLASHBACK********

Heero sat silently on the kitchen floor. His story was out, now he could only wait for the reactions of the other pilots.

Quatre cleared his throat softly and four pairs of eyes rose to meet him as he spoke.

"I’m so sorry, Heero. But…I promise He’ll never hurt you again. We won’t let him."

The others nodded in agreement. Heero managed a weak smile. As much as he wanted to believe them, something inside wouldn’t allow the hope to exist. Could these four boys, pilots just like himself, truly be the salvation he needed?

(End of Part 3)