Never Heaven 1/1
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Pairings: 1x2
Spoilers: None, unless you have NO idea what GW even is. And if
that's the case... why are you here?

Warnings: Language (Hee-chan has a very dirty potty-mouth! ^^;;), airheaded blondes (NOT Quatre!), Religion, Blasphemy(?), the usu. Yaoi.

By Moon Faery

Disclaimer: A statement created solely to save one's ass from becoming lawn for the proverbial legal mower. I do not own Gundam Wing, nor does anyone I know own it. However, this story line and plot are MINE. (Holds fic close to her.) Grrrr....

Author's Notes: This is what happens when I mix country music sad songs with rants at school. Hurt him. (points to guy at school who got my rant started.) It's all HIS fault!

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Heero groaned, wondering where he was. A warm light seemed to surround him, and gentle voices were floating above and through him, creating a soothing background noise. He sat up, shaking his head to clear the fogginess and checking his gun, which wasn't there.

"Hello," someone near him said. He turned to see a woman siting on absolutely nothing as though it were a chair, watching him with placid, beautiful blue eyes. Her hair was a pale, golden blonde, and hung around her shoulders in a long, perfect sweep of silk. She was wearing a modest white dress that appeared to be made of silk.

"Where am I?" The lack of his gun bothered him; he couldn't remember loosing it. Which meant that he had been captured. That was another thing he didn't recall. "And who are you?" 'And where is Duo?' he wanted to ask, but didn't dare for fear of giving the enemy an advantage.

The woman giggled vapidly, the sound rising and falling like an arpeggio. "So many questions, Heero Yuy!" She smiled brightly, her teeth a pearly white against her pink lips.

"You're in Heaven."

He glared, slightly disturbed that she didn't react in any notible fashion. "I don't believe you. Where. Am. I?"

She blinked in confusion, as though she couldn't imagine why he though she was lying. "Heaven."

Heero supressed the urge to growl. 'Alright, I'll play your game. Maybe you'll let something slip.' "And why am I here?"

She smiled again. "You died, so you came here."

"Aa." It was an unconvinced sound. He found himself wanting to slam his head into a wall. It was obvious that his 'captor's' mind was one uncontaminated by thought.

"You know, you're really very lucky," she told him, as though confiding a great secret. "Not many people are let into Heaven, these days. You were only let through because you died saving someone." She nodded her herself. "As it is, He had to pull a few strings to get you here. Someone else had a previous claim; you were scheduled for re-incarnation. If it weren't for that, you would have gone somewhere... not nice."

He snorted. "Hell?"

"Don't say it!" she squealed, eyes wide in shock. "We NEVER say words like that here, ESPECIALLY not that one!" She shook her head very seriously, like a child who was speaking with an adult.

Something about her words nudged a memory in him. He remembered breaking into a base, and someone flipping an alarm before they could escape. After that, it was brief flashes of blaring red light and sirens. Then there were gunshots fired at them, and he had pushed Duo out of the way, managing to kill their attackers before passing out. "So I'm dead?"

"Well..." She fidgeted around on her non-existant chair. "Not exactly." Her large cornflower blue eyes looked at him, tears glimmering in them. "See... It's sort of a long story, and..."

"Shorten it."

"Well, there was a good chance that you were going to die soon, anyways, and this was probably going to be your only chance at Salvation, so..."

If looks could kill, she should have been a gooey pulp on the white carpeted floor. "So you took me while I was still alive."

"You only had a few more minutes left!" the angel (that was what she had to be) protested. "And if you had stayed with that... boy," her tone was intensely distateful, "you would have been Danmned for sure, with all his blasphemy about being the God of Death, and such..." She fiddled with her fingers, not looking at him. "And it's not like really could be Death," she muttered under her breath, a slight tinge of uncertainty entering her voice. "He says there's no such thing, and He's never wrong."

Heero's mind was working quickly, now that he knew he only had a few minutes to fix things. "So why am I here, then?" He looked around at the bare white room pointedly.

"This doesn't look like Heaven to me."

The angel smiled sheepishly. "You're kind of at the Gates," she explained. "In a few minutes, when you're REALLY dead, I'll be able to take you in, and you'll get cleansed and then you'll be perfect!" She leaned forward, resting her chin in her hands with a starry gaze. "You won't have any more mortal imperfections, and you won'thave any more painful memories of your horrible life, and-"

He cut her off, feeling the seconds ticking by in his bones. "I won't remember anything? Not even Duo?"

She looked at him blankly. "Why would you want to remember such a sinful relationship?" she questioned. "If it had gone much farther, you would have been Damned."

"Then Damn me."

She stared at him, uncomprehending. "Oh, I couldn't do that! I don't make those decisions, and nobody wants to be Damned."

The pilot of Wing lost his pacience. Moving forward swiftly, he slammed the airhead angel back against a wall. "Send me back," he snarled in her face.

"I can't!" For the first time, something other than vapidity appeared in her eyes. Fear.

"Do it!" He shook her like a ragdoll. "Listen, mother fucker, I don't give a fuck about Heaven, or religion, or Salvation or any of that God Damned fucking shit! I just want to get back to my body and pound my boyfriend's ass until the God Damned bed breaks, just so we can screw on the floor!"

"But..." she protested weakly.

"But fucking SHIT! I don't want to LIVE without him, much less suffer Salvation without even remembering that he exists! Now send me the Hell back! NOW!"

"You'll be Damned!" she wailed, tears tracing paths down her perfect alabaster cheeks.

"TAKE YOUR GOD DAMN FUCKING HELL AND SHOVE IT!" he roared into her face. "SEND ME BACK!"

She closed her eyes tightly, scrunching up her face as if expecting a blow. Heero pulled back a fist when the world lurched.

Suddenly everything hurt, and the room was lurching around. The world faded in and out of focus, but he thought that he saw a worried pair of jewel-like eyes glowing in the darkness above him.

"Guys!" the person above him called excitedly. "He's breathing again!" The person brushed his hair back out of his eyes, making the world a little clearer. Heero leaned into the touch; he would know Duo's hand anywhere.

Duo's braid pooled by his ear as Duo leaned over him. "Hey, Babe," his lover whispered softly. "Welcome back. How was Heaven?"

Heero would have chuckled, but a sharp pain in his chest stopped him. He barely managed a weak answer. "It sucked."

***OWARI***

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