Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing or Resident Evil is ours. However, Snow owns a copy of Resident Evil 2 and Chibi owns a copy of Resident Evil: Code Veronica.
Time: AC 197, after Endless Waltz which makes the boys around 17.
Pairings: 1x2x1 (eventually), 3x4, 5xS, and 6x9
Warnings: A crossover with one of the scariest games out there.
by Snow Tigra and Chibi Shi-Chan
"If we can find Zechs and Noin, we may be able to find
out how all of this happened." Said Quatre. The
other four nodded, agreeing with the boy. They held
onto their guns tightly, not knowing what to expect
and moved down the halls toward where the map
As they walked passed several halls Quatre suddenly
"What's up Q?" Asked Duo. Quatre stood still as his
eyes landed on something sitting in the middle of one
of the halls. It was a black dog, but why would a dog
be in the compound? The other boys turned their
attention to the creature who seemed to be chewing on...
"Come on, we don't have time for this." Heero said.
"I agree. Let's go." Agreed Wufei, but Quatre shook
his head and ignored both of them. Instead he moved
toward the dog.
"Relax you guys it's just a dog. He probably ran in
here to avoid what was outside just like we did."
Quatre stepped closer.
"Yeah, maybe 'Lassie' can tell us where Noin and Zechs
are." Joked Duo, but he shrugged and became quiet
after a glare from Heero.
As Quatre moved closer he reached out with his space
heart, trying to learn about the dog and what it was
doing in the compound. But for some strange reason he
felt... nothing from the animal. He could feel the
plants surging with life above their heads and other
life scattered around the compound but nothing from
the dog. In fact it was almost as if the dog wasn't
even there. Almost as if it were...dead.
"Did you feel anything?" Trowa asked softly.
"No...nothing." Quatre reached his hand slowly toward
the dog, in a movement of friendship. "It's O.K. I'm
He noticed the dog was chewing on something. But he
couldn't see what it was, for the area around the dog
was dark and it was blocking most of Quatre's view.
He placed his hand on the top of the dog's head to pet
it and gasped. Pulling his hand back quickly he found
it was covered with warm blood. Quatre stumbled
backward in surprise as the dog growled and turned
toward him. The blonde's voice caught in his throat
as the dog moved into the light.
The dog's face was beaten and covered in blood, its
fangs dripping and small pieces of skin hanging. The
skin around the damaged areas was a sickly greenish
color, rotting away with blood and some strange brown
liquid leaking in to color the dog's eyes. Quatre
froze in terror as he saw what the dog was chewing on...
the remains of a torn human arm.
"Oh Allah..." he squeaked out, unable to move. He
trembled in fear as the dog dropped the partially
devoured arm and set its eyes on Quatre; fresh human
Breaking out of his paralysis Quatre scooted back, too
terrified to even think about his gun. With a sharp
bark the dog pounced at him, leaping into the air to
attack with gleaming and blood covered fangs. Quatre
whimpered and raised his arms in defense, closing his
eyes. Above him a gunshot rang out followed by the
Quatre's eyes snapped open to see the dog whimper in
pain as it was thrown back to the ground. It skidded
back down the hall and into the wall. Quatre turned
and saw Trowa standing with his gun in his hand.
There was still smoke coming from it and the
green-eyed boy had a deadly look on his face.
The said boy took a step past Quatre to see if the
threat was gone. Finding none, he bent down and
wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller blond.
"Yeah I'm fine." But before the two could even stand
up there was a loud growling noise heard from down the
hall. Quatre looked over Trowa's shoulder and watched
in shock as the dog charged at them again.
"Trowa look out...behind you!" Trowa immediately
released Quatre and turned to face the dog, gun ready.
Another shot rang through the air and the dog fell to
the ground. But it didn't die; instead with a low
growl the dog struggled to its feet.
"What the fuck kind of dog can get shot twice and
still keep coming?" Duo demanded, watching the scene
in horror. Trowa glared at the creature and pointed
his gun at it again.
"I don't know, but let's find out how many shots it
takes for it to play dead." Trowa's voice was cold as
ice, and Quatre could feel the anger his lover held.
The dog was as good as dead; no one fucked with Quatre
while Trowa was around. The gun shots continued until
a final whimper was heard. The dog collapsed
lifelessly on the ground, a stream of blood leaving
its already battered body. Trowa refused to take his
eyes off the dog and didn't even lower his gun until
it hadn't moved for a good two minutes. Finally he
relaxed and turned to check on his beloved; his eyes
full of concern. Quatre had drawn his knees up to his
chest, his small frame shaking after the horrible
incident. Trowa dropped to the ground and wrapped his
arms around his love.
"It's O.K. Quatre." He said, running comforting
circles on Quatre's back. This caused him to relax a
little. The other three entered the hall to check on
their two comrades.
"I...I couldn't feel anything from it. Trowa...I
think it was dead already!"
"Shh." Trowa ran his fingers through the shining
"I can't even feel Zechs or Noin. I feel...something
but I think it's just the plants. Trowa...what
happened to that dog? What caused this?" Trowa
placed a gentle kiss on the trembling lips, determined
to make Quatre calm down.
Meanwhile Wufei moved toward the still creature, his
gun clutched at ready. Behind them all Duo and Heero
kept watch down the other hallways, making sure
nothing else snuck up on them while Quatre was pulling
himself back together.
"I don't know what happened to it, but it's dead now."
Wufei murmured, kicking the corpse with his boot just
to be sure. After he gained no response he quickly
retreated as the smell of its rotting flesh overloaded
"I say we find the comm room as quickly as possible."
Heero suggested, his eyes narrowed as he continued to
scan the halls.
"Yes, let's hurry." Quatre said as Trowa helped him
to his feet. Moving together in a group the boys
continued toward the comm room, twice as aware of
their surroundings as before.
As they walked Quatre reached over and took Trowa's
hand in his, he squeezed it lightly. The green-eyed
boy glanced at him in question.
"Thank you." The blond said with a grateful smile.
Trowa returned his own small smile. "Anything for