Silent Revolution

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Anime – Gundam Wing

Genre – Angst, Romance

Main characters – Duo, Treize, Zechs

Pairings – Established – 1x5, 3x4, 13x6, Relena x Dorothy, Sally x Une, Mentions of past 1x2x5, Non-con ocx02, Other – 13x2x6

Warnings – Mentions of rape, non consensual sex, potential disturbing or distressing themes, Yaoi, Yuri, slightly AU from the GW Universe (as I hated the ending) but following the main gist of the original, language (swearing)

This is the re-write of my incomplete fanfiction 'Silent'

Summary – A simple mission gone wrong. One wrong move, that's all it took. Six months, and not a word from him, the heart, the soul of the group. But, are they even trying to find him? Is he truly in trouble? Or is this another one of his immature pranks, a ploy for attention? Two unlikely hero's come to the missing pilots' aid. Bust, is it too late to save him? (An Extended re-write of my previous fanfics, 'Silent', incomplete)

Authors notes – I have aimed to target some of the key flaws within my original fic, as were pointed out when I started writing it back in 2004. Despite somewhat mixed reactions to the re-writing of this, I am very happy to have had the feedback that I have had so far. Please let me know what you think. I am also taking requests – both for which of my previous fanfics you would like to see updated or re-vamped next, or if there is an idea, plot or crossover you would like me to attempt. Please do not hesitate to email me at my hotmail email address, or on gaiaonline as 'ladyshi', although a review is preferred!

Chapter One: Escapes

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL, REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL PERSONNEL. THE BASE HAS BEEN INFULTRATED. ALL PERSONNEL TO YOUR STATIONS. I REPEAT. ALL PERSONNEL TO YOUR STATIONS!" A female voice boomed mechanically through the small, high-powered, mesh-covered speakers located through out the small, spread-out base, echoing through both the lower and upper levels of the primarily metal compound.

As the computerised voices words reached each corner of each and every single one of the buildings, clustered together between tarmac and electric fences that made up the somewhat lacking base, sounds of booted feet pounded on scuffed metal floors, echoing, as soldiers of all ranks, scientists and personnel unfortunate enough to be stationed at the chosen target base at that time struggled to their feet, scrambling up, each and everyone hurrying to comply.

Some headed for the hangers, to retrieve weapons, others to prepare to pilot their respective mobile suits, and yet more to check on the defences of the large room as was their task. Each knew that this would be the most likely target and focal point of the attack, if, who they expected it to be-who everyone always assumed and feared it would be-was indeed responsible, then it would need the most protection-least they want the entire base to blow up around their ears.

Others headed to their individual posts, knowing that they may be needed if the enemy had already managed to sneak or fight their way past their initial defences. They would be needed to delay, destroy or capture where necessary. Not one of them even attempted to flee or evacuate. They all knew that the cover needed for them to attempt to escape would not be available for the foreseeable future. They would not be worth the cover, as far as the cause was concerned, even if it were there, ready at hand. Instead, those remaining-security, for the most part, surrounded the few cells currently playing host to various prisoners, doubling, tripling in some cases, the guards at those points.

Caution was a necessity. After all, it would be more than a slight embarrassment to capture and defeat the enemy, defend their base, only to be taken over from the inside out by escapees due to a lax in security.

Each and every person was on edge, at the ready for the part they had to play in the upcoming fight. So many knew that it was likely-no, almost a certainty that most, if not all of them would loose their lives if it came down to it-if it really was them, the most feared of their enemies. However, it was worth it. For the Cause. For the Future. For their Families. For His Excellency's Ideals. For Safely. For Change.

Thirty miles away, hidden within the dense camouflage of the artificially grown, rich colony forest, Cobalt eyes widened in shock, horror clearly evident in their usually stoic, icy depths.

"Shit!" He swore, hands slamming down on the gundanium armrests. He allowed himself a brief split-second. Time stood still for him. His emotions-locked away for so long, slammed into him full force like a tidal wave, before he managed to get them back under lock and key. He couldn't afford to loose control-not now, none of them could. Not it they all wanted to get out of this alive.

Small, tanned, calloused hands flew over the controls, as he kicked into actions. Thrusters burst into life, as he tapped in the coordinates into his computer, sending the signal to his awaiting comrade to follow in the winged gundams' path in his own black and yellow mecca.

He flipped a switch, changing the frequency from merely allowing him to listen in to their other comrades' activities, to allowing them to communicate with them.

"This is Wing. Aboard the mission, repeat, abort the mission." He snapped tersely across the hopefully still secure line. "Get out of there now. Cherub and I will cover you with the Suits."

The base was rapidly drawing closer and closer, the alarms blaring louder and louder as they neared. They knew, when the time came, that they could easily tare through the fences. They knew that, whatever pitiful defences that the small base would have wouldn't hold a candle to their own mobile suits. They knew that this would be an unfair fight-which they would win with ease. They had the safety of their gundams. Their partners, however…

Aqua-marine orbs-usually so kind, soft, caring, slipped closed. Plump, pale lips moved rapidly in his native tongue, as he sent up a prayer of apology, before opening his eyes, allowing them to harden. Milky pale skin glowed in the faint light of his cockpit, the lights from various buttons and screens staining his startlingly pale skin a in a fountain of colours and images, giving the angelic teen a more demonic edge, transforming him. He needed this-needed it to cope, to keep the gut wrenching pain, the sorrow, the anger, the gear behind an impenetrable wall until it would be sage to release them. For a time, he would allow logic and strategy to rule supreme over his heart and emotions.

"Wing, Dragon here. What the hell just happened out there? Nanshi and I have the targets within out sights" A stern voice whispered in rapid Japanese into the communicator, unable to hide his anxiety and frustration from his voice. Both onyx and emerald were fixated on the targets, unable to comprehend that they were being told to retreat at this late stage-when they were so close, so close!

Knowing that they did not have time for this, that he couldn't risk his decisions being questioned-for all of their sakes, he issued his last command emotionlessly before cutting off the communicator. "Abort now, Dragon! That's an order."

They had been spotted, someone had blown their cover. Three guesses who four of the pilots blamed.

One mission. This one mission could have ended the war, could have been their final mission. Pissed off does not even begin to come close to how the four pilots felt at that exact moment in time.

The base. In one small, space base, Oz had had everything; the latest mobile suit data and plans, new Mobile suits, a computer mainframe with an alarmingly large amount of important data and specs held with in it. Most importantly, however, it had been playing host to the head of Oz himself, Treize Kushrenada, and his right-hand man, Zechs Marquise. They had both been briefly staying as one of the last parts of their tour throughout their space bases. Even Lady Une had been there, making sure that everything was up to his Excellency's high standards during his stay.

And it had all been blown-all by none other than one of their own. All of their hard work, their planning, the blood, sweat and tears they had poured, channelled into it. All for nothing! It was all because of his stupidity, they assumed-no, they knew, that it had all been blown. It was because of him that they had to carry on with the fighting, the lying, the killing, the deceit. It was because of him that they were stuck being soldiers to the cause.

They barley made it out of there in the end. Wing and Sandrock provided the distraction by firing at one end of the base, successfully holding the attention of most of the foot soldiers within the facility, drawing the attention of all of the mobile suits fully onto them. This left the path that slight bit clearer for their comrades who were without their gundams, as they made their get-away on motorbikes that they had hidden within the surrounding forest hours earlier prior to their infiltration of the base. None of them had counted on the sheer numbers they would be facing. Surprising, really, considering the size of the base.

Five and a half hours later, they made it back to the safe house, having resorted to taking the long way to loose their pursuers. Exhausted, confused, close to tears, and oh so very, very pissed.

Trowa and Wufei, although the first to leave, were the last to arrive, due to their far-slower method of transportation, and far more serious injuries.

Onyx orbs blazing, the second he staggered through the door, supporting his comrade by the arm, he was off.

"What the hell happened out there? One minute, Trowa and I were preparing to storm Kushrenada's quarters, the next thing I know, alarms are blaring, and you are ordering us to abort the mission! We were seconds - seconds away from out goal! The door was within our sights! What in Nataku's name happened back there to fuck this all up?" He shouted and spluttered angrily, sparks shooting from his eyes.

He ran his fingers through his mass of loose blood, sweat and grim slicked shoulder length inky hair. Letting out a hiss as his stoic lover took him firmly by the arm, he was forced into a seat. Using readily prepared supplies, Heero bandaged his lovers bleeding arm, dabbing his various cuts, grazes and shallow scrapes left by stray bullets with alcohol. He had minor injuries considering the circumstances; a handful of gunshot wounds and grazes received during their escape-highly lucky.

Trowa, left to stand by himself beside the outdated, floral-patterned faded couch, sank down with a wince, sending his over a grateful smile for his assistance as the blond-haired Arabian helped steady him as he eased down into the seat.

Their current safehouse was a rather rundown affair, with dated wallpaper and furniture to match, an inch of dust coating every surface within the four rather unsteady walls, was not, rather to his relief, one of Quatre's own families many estates. It had, however, been the only one even remotely suitable.

Trowa had near on identical injuries to his dark-haired partner in crime. He nodded in agreement with what Wufei had said, wanting answers, as his own lover bandaged his sprained and swelling wrist, the purpling black mess looking a little worrying to the emerald-eyed boy, the constant throbbing emulating from it worse to him by far.

Quatre and Heero had, fortunately, escaped virtually unscathed, their gundams taking the brunt of the damage. With the added speed and protection of their respective gundams, both had had the time to return and conceal their mobile suits before the arrival of their lovers, hence why they were able to treat their lovers in their current falling-to-pieces-yet-still-barely-inhabitable safe house.

"Some one" Heero growled in barely concealed anger "Tripped the alarms"

"Three guesses who!" Quatre cut in bitterly, voice barely above a whisper, crystalline tears welling. They had been so close, and now, it was all gone.

"Maxwell!" A wide-eyed Wufei growled. Anger clearly evident in his voice. ""where the hell is that bastard hiding? This injustice shall not go un-avenged. Is this his idea of some sick joke? I knew he was an idiot, but really-I never thought even he would be capable of these levels of stupidity! Nor that he would be such an unjust, dishonourable coward!"

"None of us thought him able to stoop to this level" Trowa spoke out. His eyes shone, showing desperation and a heart-wrenching sorrow. This set back looked as though it was close to breaking him.

Quatre rested his head on his lovers' chest, bitter tears trailing down porcelain cheeks. "He's probably just hiding somewhere. He'll surface when he's hungry, or when he wants something .he always does." He let out a small, hiccupped sob, shuddering in his lovers arms. "Why-why did he do it? Any other time, any other time at all would have been fine! But why then, of all times, did he have to do it? Why did he have to mess up then?"

"OhShitOhShitOhShitOhShitOhShit!" Duo chanted, boots flying over steel floors silently, the pounding of feet drawing closer and closer behind him. Running as fast as he could, dodging bullets, barrelling into guards, he was thoroughly regretting his spur of the moment decision.

He had no weapons-his own long gone, no backup-his comrades having left hours earlier, no idea where he was going- hopelessly lost in the memorised maps of the bases twisting and turning corridors within his minds eye, and no chance whatsoever of rescue.

Duo Maxwell was well and truly screwed. And, worst of all, they were going to blame him and, for once, it had not been his fault.

To Be Continued