Star Trek: Gundam

Title: Star Trek - Gundam Episode 4
Authors: JoIsBishMyoga (JWPname@aol.com) and Makoto Sagara (makoto_sagara1@yahoo.com)
Archive: www.afallenangel.net/makotosagara/frames/fanfiction.html, www.sailorsandco.crosswinds.net/gundamwing/fanfiction/fanfiction.html, www.fanfiction.net, www.foreverfandom.net, www.wufeiduo.net
Pairings: 3x4, 5+2+5, eventual 1x2x5
Rating: R
Category: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Action/Adventure
Warnings: Shonen-ai, Language, Crossover, AU, lime

Disclaimers: Mako: Oh, we own nothing, not even our own places to live. We are only borrowing the G-boys and the Star Trek universe for play. We promise to return everything the way we found them. We make no money off of this. ^_^ Jo: Although we sure WISH we did... anyways, if you sue, you'll only be able to take the cat. That'll make my dad very happy, b/c she meows all night and scratches up the furniture.

A/N: Mako: We would like to apologize for the *huge* delay in this chapter. One of us started school, and another one of us has had some trouble with *vile* muses. Now there are four, instead of the original three muses, adding input on this fic, so we hope you enjoy.

Symbols: blah - either foreign (Klingon/Romulan) or off-screen speech
*blah* - emphasized word
*~*~*~* - Change of scene

Despite the new addition, the crew of the Gundam stuck to their standard plan when they reached and entered the A'sol nebula, in the outer reaches of the Romulan Empire. Trowa took the helm and piloted the ship through the long, harrowing entry run: eighteen full hours at warp 1, avoiding eddies and whorls of plasma and rarified gases that could tear the ship apart. It was nearly 21:00 when the Gundam broke into a tiny, clear pocket in the nebula. A rogue asteroid belt registered on the scanners, which had been all but useless for most of the trip. Trowa cut the warp engines and stood, switching chairs with Quatre.

"Escort ships registering, Enarrain(1)," Quatre murmured, mere seconds after seating himself.

Trowa nodded curtly, still settling a Romulan-style jacket on his shoulders. "Open hailing frequencies."

"Sir! They're fi--" The ship rocked under a blast, "--ring."

"Shields up! Open channel to the escort," Trowa snapped, mimicking a Romulan perfectly.

"What the hell're you doing up there, man?!" Duo's voice came over the comm.

"Shut up, Duo," Quatre and Trowa chorused.

"Channel open, Enarrain," Quatre added.

Trowa stood, a disturbingly un-Vulcan fury etched over his face. "What is the meaning of this?" he snapped, as Wufei stormed onto the bridge and silently took his place at the weapons console.

The enemy fired once more, a blast that skittered oddly along and off the edge of the shields.

"Identify yourselves," a man sputtered nervously.

"I am Enarrain T'Rowa of the vessel Gu'ndham." Trowa added a command in Romulan that didn't translate.

"Of what House are you, Enarrain?" the man asked warily.

"Since when does an honest merchant announce his House here, kllhe (2)?"

"Sir," the man was audibly cowering now, "we've received reports that the Gu'ndham was assimilated by the Borg--"

"Veruul (3)!" Trowa spat. "You are receiving a visual. Do I look assimilated?"

"N-no sir."

"Then escort us in," Trowa ordered, sitting down. More calmly, he added conversationally, "Be thankful we have deigned not to blow you out of the sky. The gene pool would be better without gullible fvai (4) like you in it." He cut the channel without allowing the man to reply, and instantly the cold, angry Romulan facade fell away.

"You know, most of the people here in Romulan space feel sorry for us," Quatre remarked, smiling faintly. "Serving under T'Rowa of the House of Shrenada."

"I tell them the challenge is worthy of a Klingon," Wufei muttered.

Trowa nodded his head calmly, accepting the compliment.

"I tell them he pays well," Duo said from the doorway. "Now, mind telling me what the HELL all that was about?"

"That drone," Wufei growled. "News of our 'assimilation' has spread."

"You're shittin' me!"

"Indeed, we are not," Trowa said. "Rumor at the port is that we've been assimilated."

"We should've shot those ghuy'cha' (5) pirates out of the sky."

"Duo, take Heero into Sickbay to prepare for landing," Quatre said.

"Isn't Trowa supposed to be giving the orders in Romulan space?" Duo quipped.

"Duo!"

"Sheesh. I'm going," Duo muttered, making his way to the cargo area where Heero's alcove was located. Wufei followed, scowling. No one protested, since it wasn't his shift for the bridge anyway.

"Paranoid much, 'Fei?" Duo muttered under his breath when he noticed that he had company. "Afraid that Hee-chan is gonna hurt you still?"

He opened the door and walked confidently to the former Borg's alcove, hitting the buttons that would awaken the boy inside. He watched in suppressed humour as the shirtless boy opened his eyes.

"Duo," Heero said, causing Duo's face to break out into a smile.

"You know it, Hee-chan. Q told me to take you to Sickbay, so come along," Duo said in a low voice, but it still carried to his half-Klingon escort. He took the other boy's hand and breezed past the riled Wufei towards the main area of the ship.

When Duo had Heero seated on the bunk, he pulled out a datapad, and ran a quick med-check. "Ok, Heero, we're in Romulan territory, and they think that Trowa is the captain, so we have to behave like he is in charge. His name is pronounced T'Rowa. Got that?" He looked up to see the ex-Borg nod in agreement. "Great! Another thing, you can't leave the ship without someone else, no matter what. This is important." He finished the scan with a smile on his face. "You're in great condition. Now, last thing, don't go off with someone who isn't part of our crew. If you don't know them, they're a possible threat, so stay with us, 'kay?"

"Hai," Heero said, and Duo turned to go, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. "Duo, I do not... like... this new hair that T'Rowa regenerated."

"Don't worry, Hee-chan. It suits you, gorgeous," Duo said with a wink, and walked out of the Sickbay. As he entered the crew lounge that was situated outside Sickbay, Duo found himself face-to-face with a fuming Wufei.

"Well, hello, 'Fei. 'Sup?" he said happily, trying to irritate his friend. It worked. Wufei snarled, and threw himself at Duo.

"OW!" Duo yelped, as Wufei slammed him up against the wall, tapping Duo's chin up and off to the side. "Wha--?!"

Wufei bit Duo in a soft spot at the juncture of his neck and chin, exposed by the tilt he'd forced Duo's head into.

It registered somewhere in the back of Duo's mind that this was the ritual Klingon 'I love you', and he moaned when he found some breath. Slowly, his hands moved to wrap around Wufei, pressing their bodies closer together. Duo gasped as Wufei bit a little harder, and arched his hips into the other's. "'Fei…" he breathed.

Coming to his senses, Duo pushed violently away from Wufei, panting hard. "What the *hell* was that? Really… You *bastard*! Do you *know* how long I've waited for you to *do* that?" he yelled, still unable to get control of his mutinous body.

He watched Wufei, who seemed to be unable to communicate at the moment, lick his lips, where a few shiny drops of blood were sitting. Duo's hand flew to his neck, brushing stingingly over something wet and sticky. He drew his fingers away slowly and stared, wide-eyed, at the red liquid there.

Before either could speak, Quatre cut in over the ship's system. "Duo, come to the bridge. Wufei, Heero, meet me in the cargo bay to unload in two minutes."

Glaring, Duo sighed. "We *will* discuss this later, Wufei," he ground out, shoving past Wufei as Quatre emerged from the bridge. The blond took three steps into the lounge and froze, wide blue eyes flicking between the pair in amazement.

"Duo...?"

Duo paused before Quatre, glaring into the blond's eyes. "One word, Quatre -- just ONE -- and I'll scramble your quarters' environmental settings." He brushed past the blinking empath, and walked onto the bridge.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Quatre's eyes slid to Wufei, as the bridge doors hissed shut behind Duo. The half-Klingon stalked over to the cargo bay hatch, refusing to look at Quatre. He flung the hatch upon with a resounding clang, and stormed down.

Quatre sighed, crossed the room, and poked his head into the Sickbay.

"Heero? We're going to unload the cargo. We'd appreciate your assistance."

The former Borg on the examination table nodded, and followed the captain to the cargo bay, where they found Wufei starting the normal unloading procedure. The only problem was that the half-Klingon's face was a permanent scowl, and he was snarling, growling, and (unintentionally) breaking anti-gravitation units as he attached them to cargo containers.

Quatre set Heero to moving the containers to the transporter platform, taking the transport console for himself. Heero fell into the routine easily, but Wufei... didn't.

After the fifth distinctive snap, and the fifth broken antigrav, Quatre whirled on Wufei. "Chang! Switch with me if you can't cool it and quit breaking those! Do you *know* how expensive antigravs are?"

He received no response, but switched positions, and the only sounds following it were the moving containers and the stab of angry fingers on the console.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Trowa stared narrowly as the last customs official made a show of checking the Gundam's transmitted manifest one final time. "Are you quite satisfied?" he asked, politeness forgotten.

"Well, everything seems in order," the man said, scrolling down the datapad in his hands around, eyes sweeping along it rapidly. "You may proceed."

"Thank you," Trowa snapped, cutting the connection, face settling back into his normal mask of passivity.

"You know, those guys should be punched once in a while. Think they own the whole universe with their little desks and the amount of paperwork you have to fill out," Duo joked.

"Indeed," Trowa agreed placidly.

"Only you could deal with them like that, Tro. You're a damn fine actor when you want to be," Duo said, about to say something else, when he was cut off by a beep. "Uh, 'Enarrain', we've got incoming."

Trowa raised an eyebrow. "'Incoming'?"

"Yup. Incoming communication."

"Onscreen, then."

"You bet." He hit the button, and no sooner had he done that when a familiar face was spread across the screen. "Why, hello, Ass-end," he said snidely.

The pretty, redheaded alien girl on the screen sighed in resignation. "Now I know those rumors are bull. Hello, Duo, T'Rowa."

Trowa inclined his head politely. "Enarrain Mariemaia."

"I'm sorry, Enarrain T'Rowa," she said.

"So, you heard that shit too?" Duo said. "You know, space pirates aren't as scary as they used to be. No honour, and all that crap 'Fei is always spouting."

"Is that that crass human, Duo, I hear?" another voice called off-screen.

"You got a lot of nerve, Hilde. You're just as human as I am, and more crass," Duo joked.

Another girl, with blue-black hair and blue eyes, moved in front of the screen so that both boys could see the look of avid curiosity spread across her face. "So, what *did* really happen?"

"Well, to make a long story short, we got attacked by pirates. There was a dose of theatrics on our part, and some major Romulan pirate butt-kicking. You wouldn't even be able to wrap your mind around what *really* happened."

"Try me," Hilde challenged.

"Now is not an appropriate time to talk about these things. We still have business to conduct," Trowa said before Duo could rise to the girl's taunting.

"Yeah, feel free to come and ruffle 'Fei's feathers so I can give you the full story," Duo said, winking suggestively.

Hilde shot a pleading look to the redhead behind her. "Please? You know it'll be fun to see the guys again," she said, almost jumping up and down in excitement.

"Hilde, we have business to conduct as well. Maybe later," Mariemaia said, trying to soothe the bouncing figure in front of her.

"Fine," Hilde huffed, and then turned to face the screen again. "You better expect us though, Duo. And, by the way, *tell* Wufei we are coming this time. I'm rather attached to my head."

"I have *no* idea what you are talking about, Hill. I could have *sworn* that I did, but just to be safe, I'll let T'Rowa here be a witness. Talk to you later then," Duo said, smiling.

"Yeah, later." The girls both waved as the connection was cut.

"Well, that was great. Now comes the fun part," Duo said, hitting the ship's comm system. "Q. Wufei. Heero. We're gonna have some company later, so be ready."

"Company?" Quatre asked.

"The Caput's in port, and they want to know *all* about our adventure with the pirates."

"Qu'vatlh (6) women. Why?" Wufei cut in.

"Coz they spent a number of hours half-convinced their bestest buddies in the universe got assimilated? Gee, I dunno, 'Fei, maybe they just like it when you get all growly at them. Probably coz it's hot as all hell. Anyway, just giving you guys a heads-up."

"Thank you, Duo," Quatre said, although there was a definite muttering of unflattering Klingon in the background before the communication was cut.

"Lovely mouth that Klingon has," Duo said, walking towards the crew's quarters. Trowa raised one eyebrow at the retreating human.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A few hours later, Trowa made his way to the cargo bay, signaling that it was time to leave for the port's main area. Quatre looked up and nodded. "Wufei. Heero. You two stay here with Duo. We are going to contact the factor (7). We'll be back later," he said, straightening his uniform and following closely behind Trowa.

Wufei shot a dark look at the ex-Borg before heading back to the main area of the ship, leaving the confused boy standing in the middle of the deserted cargo bay. Without anything to do, Heero returned to the alcove to regenerate.

The half-Klingon stormed his way onto the bridge, looking for Duo, who was there the last time he checked. He found the area deserted, and made his way to the engineering room. It was silent, except for the quiet pulsing of the warp core. Feeling the frustration in him build, Wufei checked the crew lounge, which was empty as well. He looked in Sickbay, which was deserted.

Growling, he made his way to the quarters he shared with the missing human, and found the boy sprawled across his bunk, covers tangled around his half-naked body, strands of hair falling out of the normally neat braid, and the bite mark that he received from Wufei earlier on display as he slept. The Klingon felt his blood heat every pore of his body, and his hormones hit him hard yet again.

Walking the short distance to Duo's sleeping form, Wufei stood stock-still as he watched over the human. His mind barely registered when the other slowly and languidly stretched and rolled to face him, but the sudden realization that he was growling once more hit him when lashes pulled apart, revealing sleep-hazed violet eyes staring back at him.

"'Fei?" Duo whispered, reaching out an arm to touch what he was sure was a figment of a very *lovely* dream.

Wufei didn't realize he had reached for the other until he saw Duo shoot fully awake and register that he *wasn't* a dream. Then the fact that he was actually *touching* Duo sunk in, and he pulled Duo up even as he bent down to kiss him, but it wasn't some girly, gentle kiss. It was filled with the months of torture that he had suffered at the human's clothing, teasing, and pheromones. It was hard, demanding, and totally controlling. And Duo was returning it.

Wufei gave no resistance when he was pulled onto Duo's bed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A couple of hours later, Trowa and Quatre returned to find the ship silent. Quatre blushed deeply the instant he entered the ship, but merely smiled when Trowa cast him a mildly curious glance.

They looked in on Heero, finding the Borg standing in his alcove, eyes open and staring directly forward as if he was a doll.

"Heero?" Quatre asked quietly. The drone's eyes flicked to him. "Aren't you bored?" Blank confusion. Quatre changed tactics. "When you have extra time, like you seem to now, why don't you browse the computer? Read anything that you calculate as relevant to living in non-Borg society."

"Acknowledged," Heero said. He stepped from his alcove and began tapping at the nearest console.

"You're welcome, Heero." Quatre said, leaving him to it. Quietly, Trowa and Quatre made their way to their own private quarters, intending to get a few hours of rest before their visitors appeared.

Dictionary -
(1) Enarrain - Romulan, "Captain"
(2) Kllhe - Romulan, "worm"
(3) Veruul - Romulan, "fool"
(4) Fvai - Romulan, "dog"
(5) Ghuy'cha' - Klingon, curse word
(6) Qu'vatlh - Klingon, curse word
(7) The Factor - At every port, a ship has a main contact with whom they conduct business with, which is called the factor.