Okay. It took me a week, but here is part 2. (Well worth the wait I hope!)

Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Don’t sue me. There is no reward in being angry at me…(you would have to join the club, take a number, and wait in line. If you’re lucky you just might get a membership by the next millennium!)

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST!!! (No sap yet…poor Heero!)

Okay. Hope you like it. My first non-humor, non-sappy fic. (well a little sap later on [bet you can’t wait to see the pairing!] ) Please e-mail me and tell me whatcha think. All mail will receive a reply. Firefly867@aol.com

-->Ray-Chan

"Heero…HEERO!"

Quatre ran over to where Heero lay unmoving. The others followed suit. Wufei took the initiative and bent over, placing his ear on Heero’s chest, watching for any movement.

"He’s not breathing."

The whole group visibly tensed. Perched on his knees, Wufei looked up at the others, his face solemn.

"He need’s CPR."

Nobody moved. Wufei grunted.

"Fine. I’ll do it then."

He returned his attentions to the boy below him. Carefully tilting Heero’s head back, he scowled at the blood matting his friend’s hair to his face. Leaning in once again, he pinched Heero’s nose shut before taking a deep breath and sealing his lips tightly over Heero’s.

Breathing into Heero deeply, he then removed himself and pumped firmly on Heero’s chest three times before repeating the process. The others stared, waiting.

*GASP*

Just as Wufei had breathed into Heero for the fourth time, the brown haired boy had jolted back into consciousness, coughing violently. Wufei wrapped an arm around Heero’s shaking shoulders, and attempted to hold the boy upright, then turned to the others.

"Go get the med. Supplies. We’re going to need them."

The three boys needed no further encouragement and left without a word.

They walked to the small bathroom. Not being able to fit three gundam pilots inside at one time, Duo opted to wait in the doorway, arms crossed as Quatre and Trowa gathered the supplies they would be needing. Duo tilted his head to the side thoughtfully. Quatre noted this and turned to his friend, a weak smile forced onto his face.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Duo looked up startled.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I was just wondering how that computer chip got into Heero’s head. I mean, how long has it been there anyway?"

"I guess we’ll have to ask him to find out."

Duo sighed.

"I just don’t like the fact that someone could have put that in his head without anyone knowing about it. I mean, Heero obviously knew. Why didn’t he take it out sooner?"

Trowa turned from the med. Kit he was preparing.

"Maybe he couldn’t. After he took it out he said he was ‘free’ now. What if the person or persons who put the chip in him were controlling his motor function?"

Duo scowled impatiently.

"His WHAT?"

"Motor function," Quatre explained slowly. "His ability to move his body on his own free will."

"So who was the SOB that put that thing in his head? I’ll bet it was OZ. Those creeps have a bad sense of humor."

"Wait a second, Duo." Quatre walked out of the bathroom to give Trowa some more space to work. "We don’t even know if it was OZ that put the chip in Heero’s head."

"It makes sense."

"Huh?" Both Duo and Quatre turned to the green-eyed boy behind them.

"I’ve always wondered why OZ would allow an enemy to pilot one of their best mobile suits. They didn’t seem to mind Heero piloting Mercurius. I tried to keep my eye on him while he was imprisoned there, but I couldn’t watch him the whole time. They could have easily planted the chip in his head in order to control him while he was piloting Mercurius."

Quatre sighed.

"I think we should ask Heero what happened. He could tell us."

The other two nodded and they quickly made their way back to the safehouse kitchen.

Quatre frowned at the bloodied floor. Wufei was still holding Heero upright, the latter was apparently teetering on consciousness once again, blood loss catching up to him.

Trowa knelt down carefully beside the two pilots and began to wipe the blood from Heero’s face with a warm washcloth. After finishing, he glanced at Wufei, then handed the towel to him.

"You should clean up, too. You look like hell."

Wufei scowled, but proceeded to wipe Heero’s blood from his own face and arms.

"Heero…" Duo began tentatively. Quite unnatural for the usually noisy pilot of Deathscythe. "Um…How did that computer chip get into your head anyway? I mean, who put it there?"

Heero swallowed nervously, but remained silent.

"It was OZ wasn’t it?" Duo continued, unfaltering even now with his friend’s visible discomfort with the topic. "I swear, Heero…We’ll make them pay. They can’t do something like that and not expect us to-"

"-It was Dr. J."

Duo quieted immediately and stared with his fellow pilots. Heero had fallen silent once again. Quatre gulped.

"Wha...What?"

Heero’s head lowered slightly as he squeezed his eyes painfully shut.

"Ten years. Doc. J’s been controlling me for ten years."