| WARNING: This is kinda dark. If you�re still upset over last week�s events, it may not be a good time to read this. Proceed only if you want a dose of angst. Still here? Good. I got an interesting challenge for my 7,000 counterfic. Corinna wanted a happy 1x2 continuation of Episode 2. She believed Duo rescued Heero and wanted to have more of it. Well��.. that�s not what happened. What with the events that have shaken our world, I just couldn�t make this work out that way. I watched the episode maybe fifty times in a row before I started thinking. What was Duo thinking when he saw Heero drowning like that? What made him save Heero, because Relena would have been incapable of doing it? So I tried to reason out his thought processes. Good practice for Psyche class. And this is the result. There are 2+1 hints but no real overt stuff. And it�s kinda dark and depressing. Sorry, Corinna, it�s the best I can do. I hope you like it anyways. Title: I Shot Him Author: Lady DarkAngel [email protected] Archive: Lady DarkAngel's Gundam Wing Fanfiction Library http://ladydarkangel_1.homestead.com/Main.html, Darkflame's (if she'll take it.) and anywhere else is fine, just ask me first Category: Angst, POV Pairing(s): 2+1 sorta Disclaimers: Gundam Wing or Shinkidousenki Gundam Wing is copyrighted and trademarked by Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency and associated parties with all rights and privileges. The characters were used without permission for the purposes of entertainment only. This is not meant for sale of profit. Any characters not created by those listed above are mine and hereby considered the sole property and copyright of the author. Anyway, I'm just a poor college student. So can I play with them? I promise I won't break them...much. Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Language, violence, Duo POV, and references any GW fan should be able to pick up on Feedback: Kami-sama, YES!!! [email protected]; any and all comments are welcome like the sweet ego-sustainers they are. I shot him. Twice. He�s laying face down now in the water, floating like some kind of weird-ass buoy. That stupid stunt he just pulled earned him an up-close and personal meeting with the briny deep. Serves him right, the bastard. Deathscythe and the other suit are still sinking off in the distance; the waves they caused are making him bob up and down. Occasionally they are high enough to engulf and wash over him. He�s very still and a strange halo of red is spreading from his wounds around him. The makeshift bandage is soaked through; blood and salt water compete for dominance in a three-foot wide circle. It�s oddly beautiful in an incredibly morbid kind of way. And we all know how morbid I am. I shot him. The girl is shrieking and trying to lean over and grab him when the water raises him up. There�s no way in hell she can reach. Stupid git. If she *really* wanted to get him out, she should do it properly and jump in after him. But of course, that�s not going to happen. I don�t understand her at all. Girls really are a different species. He was trying to KILL her, for Christ�s sake. What is she doing?! Is she mental or something?! Gotta be. How can you rescue your assailant, who mere moments ago was going to blow your head off, from the ocean without getting yourself wet? Why in the hell would you *want* to?! I shot him. I�m standing here, flare burning out near my feet and the gun hanging limply in my hands. My eyes are transfixed on the water-logged body not moving of its own volition. I can�t seem to move as my entire being is riveted by the sight in front of me. My mind refuses to make the necessary orders for my muscles to function properly, enabling me to get the hell away from here. I shot him. Why in the hell do I keep coming back to that?! Why do I care so much?! He�s my enemy! He was threatening that girl! He had a gun and was more then willing to use it! He shot at and HIT my Gundam, with is now on its way back to the bottom of the sea without me! He�s a menace, dangerous and unpredictable! I did what I had to do, in order to protect the mission and save lives! I did what was appropriate given the circumstances! I was right to do it! I shot him. *WHY* is this bothering me so damn much?! It�s not like I�ve never killed before. It�s not like I won�t do it again. Hell, he may not even be dead. I aimed to wing actually but didn�t count on all of his movement. See, I don�t like to kill if I don�t have to. I�m funny that way. I know I�m in the Death business, being a terrorist and all, but I am of the opinion that few deserve to be on the receiving end of my ministrations. Only those perceived to be a threat are labeled as targets; extreme threats are thereby treated as such. And he most definitely made himself a major target. So I shot him. He displayed a clear danger to myself, my Gundam, the mission, and an innocent civilian to boot. He was engaged in an action that was obviously militaristic in nature with no visible target, that can only lead me to assume he somehow knew about where the Gundam was and where it would surface. He may even have been waiting for me. He had a weapon out and primed, pointed at a young girl in a fancy party dress who was looking scared out of her wits and pretty damned harmless. He evidently had murder on his mind. He had the nicest blue eyes�� I caught a glimpse of them as he flashed me the Glare from Hell. I shot him. The girl has given up and is sitting on the deck crying. I think she�s totally forgotten I�m here. She�s gotta be the girlfriend or wannabe girlfriend or something like that. Damn useless civilians. She�s no good to anyone, acting like that. Especially HIM. My eyes still follow him as the waves carry him further and further away. I still haven�t moved. I don�t know what to do. I don�t know why this is upsetting me, why I even care. So I made him bleed and her cry. So what?! I did what I thought was right; I did my job! Beyond the call of my job, I didn�t have to save her! I was in the right! But still�� My mind is paralyzed by indecision. My training never covered anything like this. What the hell do I do?! I shot him. Therefore this is all my fault. And therefore, my responsibility. And my obligation to do something. I shot him. Damnit, it seemed like a good idea at the time! Sighing deeply, I drop my gun and sprint towards the edge. The blonde girl looks up surprised and squeaks in fear as I race by. I pause to take a deep breathe and jump in. the cold water shocks me. I�m still not used to this; my colony doesn�t raise real good swimmers, ya know? Ya kinda need water for that. Anyways, I do my little improvised strokes and swim out to him. He�s drifted out a good thirty feet from where he was. I grab him and quickly check for a pulse to see if I got all wet for nothing. I shot him. But he�s still alive. I kick us towards the ship. I can see her getting up and frantically looking around. Probably trying to find a rope or something. Maybe she�s not so useless. I concentrate on getting us there. He may look light but damnit, he�s HEAVY. The water�s not helping. I can feel the muscles in his arms as I hold them up. Boy�s built like a brick even if he looks like a wire. I shot him. And now I�m trying to fix it. We get back and it seems she managed to find a rope. I order her to tie it to something solid as I secure the other end around him. After she does, I climb up. I ignore her indignant squeak and proceed to haul him up foot by agonizing foot. She wouldn�t have been strong enough to do it. He�s dripping wet when I lay him down to examine him. He�s cold in my arms but he�s breathing. Pulse and such are weak but present. He feels so soft�� I shot him. I get my first good look at him, before having been obscured by shadows and later my flare�s light. He�s rather good-looking, in a cold and stoic sort of way. Dark, tufty hair falls delicately around his face as the icy water trickles down it. An air of fragility lends a feminine touch to his appearance, making him look kinda androgynously beautiful. Like a statue, it was a visage carved out of stone with an artist�s touch. Strong cheek bones and well-defined features add to the effect of stunning me stupid. I can�t seem to take my eyes of him. He�s gorgeous! I fucking SHOT him! She comes running over and tries to shove me out of the way. She�s crying and sobbing and calling him a hero for some reason. Another thing to dislike about her; technically, *I�m* the one who saved her! And she either ignores me or treats me like evil incarnate! I shot him because of her. She keeps trying to cling to him like it will help him or something. I toy with the idea of shooting her or maybe just pushing her into the water to shut her the hell up and make her go away but a sound distracts me. I cock my head and listen to the sirens I hear in the distance. They�re pretty damn close, too close for comfort. Shit, gotta get out of here. I look down. What about him? He�s in no condition to go anywhere under his own power now. What will happen to him if he gets caught? Blondie over there doesn�t strike me as the smartest of people. What will she tell the cops? �Oh, Officer, it was terrible! Mr. Hero was going to shoot me, which was an accident I *SWEAR*, when all of a sudden, this weirdo with a braid appears and shoots HIM! Then when I try to save him, he gets shot AGAIN! It�s all that loser�s fault! Oh, and some torpedoes hit two mobile suits thataways. You might want to look into it.� That will go over REAL well. I might as well stamp terrorist on his forehead and be done with it. What will they do with him? Will they kill him out right or torture him for information? Will he crack? Just what does he know anyways? I shot him. This is all my fault. I gently lay him down and grimace as she glomps onto his still form immediately. I�ve decided. I�m going to keep track of him. Apparently he�s my responsibility. And I always take those seriously. I have to leave him here but I�ll find him again. I can�t save him now but�� maybe I can later. I don�t totally understand why I�m doing this but I never question my instincts. Something is different here, not what it seems to be. I mean, he had a GUNDAM! Definitely something to look into. Who is this guy and what�s his purpose here? Is he for or against OZ? Is he the enemy or a potential ally? From a purely strategic standpoint, I need to follow this up. Besides, he��. intrigues me. I don�t remember the last time I�ve felt like this. In fact, I don�t think I�ve EVER felt like this. I�m confused. I�m badly confused. I should be hating this guy, not worrying about him. I should have shot to kill, not maim. I should be planning to finish him off, not how to help. I never would have pegged me for someone to fall for a sucker case and look at me! I�ve gotta be as nuts as the chick. I have to leave NOW. Before things get worse. Come back later with a clear head and better plan. I begin to back away. I get maybe twelve feet before her voice stops me. �Why? Why did you help? After�� after�� *WHY*?!� Tears are evident in her quaking tone. There�s disbelief there too and quite a bit of accusation. I think she�s pissed at me. Why indeed. Do I answer honestly? Do I speak the truth? How do I say what I�m not even sure of? how do you expect to express what you can�t even get straight in your own head, let alone your own heart? I should probably just kill her and HIM and be done with the whole damn mess. But I don�t. I turn and give her the simplest answer I can. The most basic and most likely the truest one. The one that I think just may have irrevocably changed my life. �Because I shot him.� ~ ~ Owari ~ ~ Well? *twittles thumbs anxiously* Talk to me! 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