Gundam ShadowStalker

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InuGuardian: -Bows.- Thank you, thank you. Schooling is going to suuuuuuuuck, but thank you for being my protector. >D Everyone beware InuGuardian and her big stick!
NoodleZombie: -Laughs.- So, we both agree that we've found the sex? -Gives Heero his laptop.- Crisis averted! No gays shall be murdered today!
Chapter Eight! )
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It had been a good plan, and it probably would have succeeded if Sally hadn't taken that exact moment to walk in. To say she was beyond pissed off when the good doctor spotted her patient trying to escape through a five story window was a horrible understatement. He literally felt a disturbance in the force when she shot him the most evil eyed stare he'd ever seen on a female since his mother. Now Zane was tied down to the hospital bed, arms and legs restricted, singing a song off key just to annoy her.

"So you're in charge around here, is that fair to say?
Absolutely, I'm the boss

Okay, so take us through a day in the life of the boss
Well the first thing I do is...

Talk to to corporate (like a boss)
Approve memos (like a boss)
Lead a workshop (like a boss)
Remember birthdays (like a boss)
Direct workflow (like a boss)
My own bathroom (like a boss)
Micromanage (like a boss)
Promote Synergy (like a boss)
Hit on Debra (like a boss)
Get rejected (like a boss)
Sallow sadness (like a boss)
Send some faxes (like a boss)
Call a sex line (like a boss)
Cry deeply (like a boss)
Demand a refund (like a boss)
Eat a bagel (like a boss)
Harassment lawsuit (like a boss)
No promotion (like a boss)
Fifth of vodka (like a boss)-"

" If you don't shut the hell up I'm going to dose you with a sedetive strong enough to bring down an elephant!"

Zane promptly 'shut the hell up'. Okay, so maybe aggrivating his doctor wasn't the best idea since she did have needles and other nasty devices that could hurt him, but it was so much fun. And he was bored. Boredom was so not cool. Tapping his fingers in a rhythm he opened his mouth and started to sing once more.

"Oh Say I can't See
Where the hell's my visine?
And my eyesights not to keen,
I hope you're not driving.
Where's that sack and new pipe?
We get fucked up all night.
And the weed is not stale.
It's okay to inhale.
Get the munchies like hell.
Then we run to the bell.
Hit the bunt one more time
then pass it 'cause it's mine.
Oh say does that weed get me sooooo high
Legalize it today
And get fucked up tonight!"

Sally burst into the room, face red in anger, a large needle held tightly in her fist. He screamed like a girl -a manly girl of course- when she charged for him. They both froze when Damien walked into the room, a food tray held in his hands, watching them with raised eyebrows. The doctor backed off, hiding the syringe behind her back, and smiled sweetly. Zane gaped at her incredulously.

" Don't be fooled kid! She might look all nice and innocent on the outside, but she's pure evil!"

Damien merely scoffed and set the tray on a table. " What did you do now?"

Sally laughed at the man's flummoxed expression. She brought the needle up and tapped at it amusedly. " It's only water."

" Do I look like I give a shit?! I wouldn't care if it was filled with piss, you were still gonna stick me with it," Zane yelled, eyeing the sharp, pointy instrument nervously. He. Hated. Needles. He'd fight tooth and nail before he let anyone plunge that into his skin.

" Stop being such a big baby," the kid said exasperatedly. He then placed the tray of what looked like food onto his lap. " Eat."

Zane's eye twitched. Whatever this was looked like it still might be alive and he poked at it with a fork to see if it would scuttle away. When it didn't make any sudden movements or strange noises he brought it up to his nose, sniffed experimentally, and dropped the fork. " I don't think so, but thanks anyway. I'm scared that if I digest that it might come back to life and devour my insides," he said, face tinged green.

Someone snickered and the three turned to see Duo leaning against the door frame. He was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans, combat boots, and a dark blue cap over his head. He nearly grew wolf ears at the muscles that fabric was stretched over, but Zane kept his eyes on that heart-shaped face.

Duo smirked. " Pissed Sally off enough for her to get the cuffs on you, huh?"

" All I wanted was alittle fresh air," Zane mocked whined and stopped when she gave him a look that said 'I will rip off your mouth and enjoy it'.

" He tried to climb out of the window this morning," she crossed her arms over her chest and growled. " He's also been annoying me singing vulgar songs."

Gasping he tried to defend himself. " 'Like a Boss' is not a vulgar song!"

" What about the last one?"

" That was the National Pothead Anthem, it's a classic."

" What kind of classic is that," Duo asked interestedly.

Zane shot Sally a sidelong glance and grinned. " A good one. I can sing it for you if you like."

Sally eyed the braided pilot. " Isn't it almost time for your physical, Duo?"

The threat was loud and very clear. Zane laughed inwardly as Duo backed away from the female, a cautious smile on his face as he declinded hearing the song. Damien didn't bother surpressing his mirth, even when he was cuffed upside the head. The kid turned hope filled eyes on Sally and inquired, " Is he ready to be let out of here, now?"

Confused Zane watched as Sally nodded and handed Duo an assortment of jars and medicine. " Make sure he takes those anti-biotics twice a day, once before every meal, and gets a small amount of exercise to loosen stiff muscles. A rub down afterward is advised, but this ointment needs to be applied to every wound at least four times daily."

" Wait! Stop, rewind, and play; what the hell is going on," he questioned. His playful side vanished as he grew serious.

The two seemed to hesitate for a moment then Sally spoke up. " You are being released into the custody of Agent Maxwell and four other Preventers. We have no evidence that you have any intentions of hurting Earth's inhabitants, thus you are officially put under a sort of house arrest."

He sneered. " I'd rather be sent to prison or hung if it's all the same to you."

" That is not an option," Une said as she walked into the room, face set in stone. " While it is against the law to hold an individual unwillingly, without any proof of wrong doings to convict them, you brought a killing machine to Earth. Meaning I can keep you anywhere I please until I can prove your innocence or guilt."

If he were still female he would have punched the bitch's smug face in. Since he wasn't Zane grit his teeth, balking mentally at his helplessness, and stood down. There was absolutely nothing he could do and Une would make sure he went where she wanted whether he did it on his own two feet or by force. Standing he took the clothes Sally handed him and went into the bathroom to change out of the embarrassing hospital gown.

A black tee-shirt and cargo shorts later he was ready to leave. Damien stood by his side, black back pack in hand, and the three walked out of the room. Riding in the elevator did nothing to help his slightly off equilibrium, but he refused to show any discomfort on his face. The other four were waiting for them by the exit, probably to make sure he didn't try to run for it.

Zane ignored them when Yuy and Chang flanked his sides. The blonde led the way to the dark green van and they all piled into it. Zane sat in between his 'guards' in the back seat, Barton driving with Duo and Damien taking up the middle seats. No one spoke as they took off down the road, tension thick in the air, and he stared out of the window.

Any other time he would have died at being surrounded by so many sexually appealing men, but the raven haired man couldn't see excitement at the current situation. When they finally pulled into a gravel drive way he observed the place that would serve as his substitute prison cell. It was a Victorian styled white house with two stories, a beautiful garden of flowers in the front, and a garage filled with different vehicles. At the sight of a dark blue Mustang he nearly jumped out of the van to get a closer look.

Instead he followed the five inside once Barton parked and he whistled appriciatively. For bachelors it was spotless, personal objects litered about, and the floor was surprisingly clean. Quatre smiled at him. " Welcome to our home. It's not much, but it is very comfortable. The guest room is where you'll be staying, so if you will follow me."

Zane snorted. If this is what the Arabian considered 'not much', he wondered what he thought was. Damien handed him his back pack and he trailed after the taller blonde up the stairs. He opened the door and Zane looked around. It was twice the size of his old bedroom with a very plush looking queen size bed in the center, an oak dresser, bedside table, and full length mirror to top if off. Nodding his thanks he shut the door behind him and jumped onto the bed. He bounced for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then closed his eyes.

He could pick out hushed voices from down below. They were discussing him, he was sure, and probably figuring out what to do with him. It was starting to hurt to breathe so he shifted to take some pressure off of his ribcage. The headache forming behind his eyes wasn't helping matters.

He heared the door creek and looked into the impassive face of Heero Yuy. The cobalt eyed pilot set his medical supplies on the table and held one out to Zane. " This needs to be applied to your wounds four times throughout the day."

Taking the jar he nodded and put it down next to him. When he continued to ignore the man Yuy turned to leave and paused at the doorway. " Lunch will be served promptly at 1200 hours. At 1400 a light exercise and then one of us can do the required rub down." He closed the door calmly behind him.

He waited a moment, to make sure no one else would barge in on him, then slowly unwrapped the bandages. Mechanically he rubbed the ointment into the wounds, feeling the sting as they started to disinfect the red, puffy skin, and rebandaged them.

Thoughts were swirling around his head and the raven haired teen decided to analyze them. Why wasn't he in a jail cell right now or sentenced to Death Row? Either the Preventers located their soft, caring side -which he sincerely doubted- Une wanted him under the watchful eyes of her best agents, or Winner had told her what he saw. Opting that it was a mixture of the last two he grunted.

What really bothered him was the blonde that got a glimpse of his past. The only people who knew what happened to him from age 13 on up was F, himself, and the long dead Antony. Not even the top generals or hospital staff of the Juggernauts had any inkling of the torment he went through for years. So how did Quatre Rebarba Winner, whose only known ability was empathy, find out that secret kept so securely guarded?

Going over that moment twice he hoped that it was just a one time fluke. When a few minutes after noon came, said pilot brought him a tray with some type of fried rice and soup. " It was Wufei's turn to cook lunch," Quatre said by way of explaination.

Zane didn't reply and started to eat. He was hooved over for a few minutes until, patience nearly snapping, he gave the man a pointed look and was finally allowed some peace. The food would have been excellent at any other time, but it tasted like ashes in his mouth. So he forced alittle more down and got dressed.

He glanced at the arrangement of medicines and snorted; he was being underestimated already. During one mission he'd been captured, both legs broken, with a concusion and sedetive drugs pumping in his system. He still managed to escape, blow up the building, walk for twenty miles in freezing cold snow, and make his way back to Juggernaut HQ in time for dinner.

Sighing he stretched until his back cracked pleasantly and grabbed his plate. It was time to go do his drills.

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Heero watched with interest as the sweaty figure in the distance continued with his workout routine. At first it was a slow martial arts movement for warm ups, then it progressed into a faster motions with regular exercises such as push up and crunches mixed in. He thought it was going too far when Shadowhound started acrobatic flips and tumbles striking at imaginary opponents.

" He will reopen a wound doing too much just out of the hospital," Wufei said from his side, keeping studious eyes on the man.

As Zane started to fall he tucked his feet in and turned the error into a smooth summersalt. " Or he knows exactly just how far he can push himself when damaged. Trowa, you and I are the only ones who know how to give a proper massage."

"We can interchange between the three of us. You take Monday and Satuday, Barton on Tuesday and Thursdays, I'll have the two left over and Sunday can be his rest period. One of us will cover for the other if they are on a mission."

" That sounds reasonable," Trowa said from behind them. " Once he is in top form Shadowhound would be a good sparring partner."

" It would be an honor to test our strength against his," Wufei smirked. " I wonder if he knows swordplay?"

" I sure as hell hope not," the braided pilot chirped, almost succeding in startling them. He was the stealthiest of the pilots from years of living on the streets. " One pointy object obsessed justice-guy is enough."

" Maxwell..."

Duo changed the subject quickly to avoid the Chinese man's wrath. " Hey look, he's coming back in."

Said man was soaked with prespiration, but his breathing was slow and even. They all eyed his body, looking for any indication that he ripped something open. Trowa stepped forward and laid a hand on one sweaty shoulder. The flinch at his casual touch was so well-hidden that they would have never seen it had they not been gundam pilots. " You might want to tone down your workouts until your body get's used to them again."

" I know my limit," the voice was completely deadpanned and he moved from under the hand gracefully.

Zane went fix himself a glass of water and Duo frowned slightly. " Why do you hate us so much? We've never done anything to you."

The golden brown eyed man slowly sipped the cold water and muttered. " Can't hate someone you don't know."

" Yet you've never met Winner and you seem to dislike him a great deal," Wufei stated boldly and continued when there was no forthcoming reply. " I bet it's because he was able to see your memories and the dishonor that was done to you."

The empty glass was put in the sink and Shadowhound walked away, but they could all see the tension in his back and shoulders. Moments later they heard running water annouce that he was in the shower.

Duo bit back a sigh. " What's today?"

" Monday. It's your turn for the first massage, Heero."

" Hn," the pilot grunted. He had a feeling that this simple act was going to be harder than he thought. " Where is Quatre?"

" Right here," the blonde came through the front door with bags of groceries which the other pilots relieved him of. " How is he?"

" Angry, resentfull, probably planning our deaths while we sleep," every gave Duo blank looks and he beamed in return. " Just trying to lighten the mood alittle and Hee-chan's wondering if he has to knock the guy out to get in that rub-down."

" The idea has merit."

" Well, we knew this wasn't going to be easy, but we have to give it a shot. For his and our sakes."

Wufei agreed with Quatre. " That harpy of an Onna will take it out of our hides if we do not comply with her wishes."

" No, she'll just give us a sweet smile and promise to be very careful during our next physicals." That statement did nothing to reassure any of them.

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A/N: " Like a Boss" is a song created by The Lonely Island band. " The National Pothead Anthem" is also a song and I have no idea who created it. THESE ARE NOT MINE!!!!! -Exclamation point, exclamation point.- I just thought they were funny enough to put in the fic.