Between

By Mieren

Author's note:  This was based on a dream I had after eating a large pizza and at least three pounds of chocolate.  So if this gets strange, and it will, blame the grease and sugar, not me.  ^_^

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Heero glanced over the data dancing across one of the screens in his Gundam and cursed loudly, repeating a few words he had learned from a certain loudmouthed American.  Aforementioned braided baka appeared on his view screen as if summoned by his foul language.

"Yeah, buddy, I totally agree," he said, his normally carefree violet eyes clouded with worry.

The five pilots were surrounded by a mix of over two thousand mobile suits led by Zechs in Epyon and Treize in a rebuilt and improved Tallgeese.  They were out of ammunition, their suits were all damaged to differing extents and they were exhausted.  The impossible numbers against them weren't helping the situation.  Their only saving grace was the Treize hated mobile dolls and they didn't have to worry about the dangerous machines.

"Status?" Heero snapped.

"Screwed," Duo retaliated immediately, scowling at his screens.  Almost all of his systems were down.  "You got any plans to get outta here?"

"No," the pilot of Wing Zero ground out.  He paused as he was forced to retreat from a few mobile dolls before he was able to destroy them.  When he was able, he called back to the violet-eyed pilot.  "What about you?"

Duo hesitated.  "I got something, but it'll probably kill two of us," he said softly.  "I don't wanna do this."

"What is it?" Heero demanded.  "If it's our only choice, it's better than all of us dying."

"I know," Duo sighed.  He audibly ground his teeth before continuing.  "If we overloaded our weapons and… Well, you know."  He gestured with his hands.  Heero's eyes narrowed in consideration.

"There would be an explosion," he clarified.  Cobalt eyes gleamed.  "Most of the Oz forces could be eliminated in one blow."

"Yeah, but I wanna check with the others first," Duo muttered.  "No reason to blow us up if we can do something else, ya know?"

Heero nodded sharply and called the other pilots to question them.  Trowa simply shook his head, his long bangs plastered to the side of his face with sweat.  Quatre was almost in tears.  Wufei was barely conscious.  One of the blows he had taken had penetrated the cockpit and had badly injured the Chinese pilot.  Between the three of them, no workable plans had been made to escape.  Heero swore again and turned back to Duo's waiting image.

"There are no other options," he said, narrowly avoiding an attack from Zechs.  He managed to kick Epyon in the side as it passed.

"Shit, man," Duo muttered.  He forced his suit to lunge out of the way of a rather vicious attack from a few mobile suits, two of them exploded when he slapped them with his scythe.

"Volunteers?" Heero called stiffly, his normally emotionless voice strained.

"I'll do it.  It was my idea and all," Duo responded immediately, eyes dull.

"I volunteer as well," Wufei answered wearily.  "I'm dead anyways."

"Cover them," Heero snapped.

Wing Zero surged forward, thermal sword leading.  Though exhausted, Quatre and Trowa followed immediately, throwing Sandrock and Heavyarms into the battle.  Duo and Wufei stayed behind, quickly pulling wires from control panels as they fought to overload their weapons.

Shouting out a war cry, Duo pitched his suit forward, lashing his scythe at Shenlong mercilessly.  Silent to the end, Wufei met his blow, obsidian eyes closing of their own accord as the two weapons met in a blinding flash of light.

Expecting the explosion, the three remaining Gundam pilots launched quickly and efficiently away from the battle site, the surge of the detonating Gundams following closely behind their retreat.

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"Watch them closely," Treize muttered to Zechs over a secure line.  "They're in tight formation and they know they can't escape.  At least one of them is going to try… something."

"It's Yuy," Zechs growled.  "It has to be him."

Before Treize could respond to the remark, Zechs surged forward in Epyon, lashing out with the deadly whip.  Wing Zero lurched to the side, barely deflecting the attack with a wild swing of the thermal sword.  The Gundam continued with the attack to kick Epyon in the side, throwing it off balance.

Cursing, Treize sent in a squad of mobile suits, mostly to protect him from the nearby hulking form of Deathscythe Hell.  The black Gundam quickly deposed of its attackers.  Convinced that Zechs was safe from being killed by the five surrounded pilots, he continued his musings.

"It's not necessarily Yuy," he stated.  "But they are up to something."

"Probably some sort of ploy to allow some of them to escape," Zechs responded, sounding slightly winded.  "I'll attack whoever they send to escape."

"Do you want backup?"

"No.  They'll just get in the way."

"They're doing something," Treize said suddenly, repositioning Tallgeese.

Zechs quickly looked up at the visuals, ice blue eyes widening to their fullest extent when he saw three charging Gundams.  He began displaying his vast vocabulary, using words that he had previously not even known that he knew.  Assuming that they were decoys, he charged the two immobile Gundams.

He reached them at the exact moment they exploded.

To Be Continued…

As I said above, this is based on a dream I had, so it'll be strange.  Also, it may take awhile to update since a lot of bad things are happening right now…  Basically, I'm nothing short of a nervous wreck, so don't expect too much.