Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Place In Time ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

AN Well, here's the next part, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone, or the appropriate wishes for your religion anyway, hope you had a good one.

Rating/Summary/Disclaimer - See part one

A Place in Time

Chapter 3

Quatre was sitting cross legged in front of the fireplace in the Great Hall waiting for his floo call to connect, it tended to take a while when it was trying to connect over a time distance of eight-hundred years.

When, clearly exhausted, Madam Pomfrey had finally announced that Treize and Zechs were stable but likely to remain in a natural healing coma for some time, Quatre had decided that it was late enough to risk calling the others without having to worry about running into one of the other students.

When he had been questioned by the teachers about why he didn't just use a private floo of the one in the headmaster's office he had replied with something he had forgotten to tell them earlier when he and Heero had been explaining the complexities of cross-time floo travel. The place you were flooing to or from had to have or have had sufficient magical reserves to support the call, this meant he could only contact his friends from Hogwarts' natural magical center, which happened to be the Great Hall.

"Are you sure he'll be alright up there?" Quatre's thoughts were broken into by the worried voice of one of the three teachers who had insisted on accompanying him to the Hall to make the call.

Biting back his annoyed response to the question he'd already answered several times he sought to reassure her, yet again, "I'm sure all three of them will be fine, if Heero wanted them dead they already would be. There's no point of keeping them alive for questioning alone since we're unlikely to discover anything new anyway…"

Turning round he noticed the less-than-reassured expression she was wearing and sighed silently, before he could try again though the fire flared, indicating that someone had picked up. Quickly he waved the professors to the side, putting a finger over his lips to indicate that they had to be quiet, if Duo saw or heard them then it would take him a lot longer to explain what was going on and he didn't want to have to explain more times than he had to.

"Hello…" The sleepy voice of the American pilot sent a wave of nostalgia running through him as he realised just how much he'd missed his comrades.

"Hi Duo."

"Quatre?" Instantly violet eyes snapped open as the American's face appeared and when he next spoke the voice sounded far more awake. "What's wrong? Are you ok? Is it Heero? What's happened? Do you need help? What's going on?"

Quatre couldn't help but smile at the entirely typical response from the braided teenager and couldn't help but turn around to look at the expressions of disbelief on the faces of the Professors at their amazement that any one person could talk that fast.

"I'm fine, so is Heero, nothing's wrong per say but… look, it would be so much easier to explain this to everyone at once so could you call the others and tell them, if they aren't too busy, to come to Hogwarts ASAP, we've had a small, unexpected development."

Duo shot him a piercing look through the flames, "you sure Q? What were you looking at just then?"

"That's part of the explanation and yes I'm sure, we're both fine."

He was gifted with another sharp look but Duo eventually nodded, "'Kay Q, see ya soon."

As the call disconnected Severus assumed that meant they were allowed to move and speak again. "Who was that."

His student turned to look at him and he watched as the young teenager pinched the bridge of his nose, tightly squeezing his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself.

"That was Duo Maxwell, one of the gundam pilots, the God of Death to be precise." Seeing the disbelieving expressions once again he exhaled noisily. "For Allah's sake! We are not normal teenagers, get used to it and stop looking so shocked when I say something that doesn't completely fit in with your view of the world."

"Who are `the others'?"

"The others are our comrades and friends who know about the two worlds, two times thing. The other pilots, Duo, Wufei, they're engaged by the way, and Trowa, the fifth pilot, my lover. Then there's some more friends of ours, Relena Peacecraft, Zechs' sister, former Queen of the world and current Vice Foreign Minister, that's the equivalent of Minister for Magic except her position relates not merely to one country but to the whole planet and to the colonies as well. Dorothy Catalonia, Relena's lover and Treize's cousin, she also worked under Zechs towards the end of the war and is not advising Relena politically. Sally Po, a doctor who used to work for the alliance, until she met Heero and became a rebel, she's now head of the Preventer Medical Corps. Lady Une, head of the Preventers, an fairly new organisation, established after the war, designed to keep the peace, literally, she's our commanding officer as we're working for the Preventers on occasion now. She was also Treize's second in command during the war. Finally there's Lucrezia Noin, Zechs' adopted sister and a former soldier in Treize's army, she was removed from it and assigned to act as Relena's bodyguard by Zechs, she's still working as that now.

"Eight people in total, none much older than Heero or I am, all with hardened battle skills, well, all but Relena but I assure you that any of the others is completely capable of protecting both her and themselves at the same time so no sudden movements please. I don't particularly want you dead and none of these people is used to having to hold their fire."

Inwardly, he allowed that he was probably over-emphasising just how trigger-happy his friends were but he didn't want to take any chances with their lives. It was mostly true anyway, as employees of the Preventers and occupants of several other prestigious positions, each of the people that would be entering his professor's lives shortly had a licence to kill. Something which had lead Duo to rush out and instantly buy every James Bond movie he could find, before framing his licence and hanging it proudly in his living room. And, like James Bond, none of them were averse to using it, if the need arose.

Ignoring the uncomfortable expressions on the faces of the adults behind him he stepped away from the fire to allow the, hopefully, soon-to-be occupier of the fireplace an easy exit..

Taking a deep breath he prepared to shatter any illusions they may have had remaining as he started to talk about the world they had come from and the people in it.

End Chapter 3

AN Worth the wait? Well, new chapter should be up sooner as it's nearly written. Please review.