What is the point? Of being the smartest, when you can't
even do simple things like run? – Faith Haven
"Your musing for the day?" a voice asked.
Faith looked up from her work, "Hmmm?"
Wes, a boy about one year Faith's senior looked over
her shoulder. He brushed his red hair out of his eyes and pointed to her work.
"Nice handwriting, you care telling me what's eating
Faith sighed, "Everything, remember Sports day?"
"What in the bloody hell am I going to do?" Faith
cried out, "I can't enter in anything!" she started down the hallway.
Wes follow, stepping in pace with her, "How about
those pull-ups? You're good at those. Anyhow, things been boring around here,
and I hope they liven up by Sports day."
Faith snorted, "First of all that's the only thing I
can do. Second didn't anyone tell you 'may your life be exciting' is the worse
curse anyone could put on you?"
"You're no fun. I mean, even with electronics and
computers you don't take any risk," then he muttered under his breath, "even
when you are good a code breaking."
"And get in trouble with the law? No thanks," she
pointed to herself, "I've already got enough on my plate. Between me, and my
insane family I don't have a normal life!"
"Come on your family isn't that bad. Besides your
family is just your dad and he's a good guy," Wes shrugged.
Faith groaned, "My dad is a bit off his rocker, his
experiments and his projects, and talking to him is-is- is frustrating!"
"Whenever I try to talk about my mom he would just
try and avoid it. Then there are his inventions…"
That got Wes' attention, "Oh? You never talk about
Faith tapped her wheelchair, "This is custom made,
by my dad. I later found out he put a tracker in it."
"The over protective parent," Wes nods.
"Then he won't let me out of his sight, only when
I'm with you," Faith growled.
"Very much so…"
"He's always monitoring me, it's a wonder why people
don't mistake me for his experiment! I wouldn't mind for a boring weekend for
"Speaking of the weekend…" Wes trailed off.
Faith stopped and turned, "No!"
"You and I know very well what. I am not going to
that damn Anime Convention with you! What is it with you and anime?" she
"It's interesting, and they're going to have a-"
"I know, I know, a Gundam Wing section. Good god!
What is it with you and big giant machines? You've talked to me about it so
much I know just as much as any fanatic and I don't watch the show!" she
"What's it you and dissing every show you've seen?"
Faith thought about that one, "Don't know, maybe
it's because everyone is too perfect."
"No they're not. Wufei is a justice screaming freak,
Trowa barely talks, Heero is very anti-social, Duo-"
"I don't mean that kind of perfect. Physically, they
are probably more healthy than most people in this school," Faith interrupted.
"Don't 'ah' me!"
Wes thought for a minute, "Maybe that would be a
good new suggestion, for the producers I mean. Come on, I bet there are pilots
that have some physical problem. Too bad it isn't real… That would be so cool."
As they entered the port-a-pack Faith stated dryly,
"Be careful for what you wish for, they might just come true."
Wes didn't make any comment back. Pleased that she
won this round, Faith moved on without Wes, before anyone could give any
warning the ground began to shake.
"Damn! An Earthquake!" Faith put on the brakes.
Wes tried to get his bearings, "This is a strong-
Faith look out!"
Faith looked behind her to see part of the roof
caving in. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and Faith found herself
falling. That is, until she fell on something, or someone. She groaned, it felt
like she was hit in the head with a brick. Before she could figure out what
just happened someone else voiced his or her displeasure of being used as a
"Get off me," stated a very deadly voice.
Faith rolled off of the person, and steadied herself
by sitting with her back to the railing. She blinked, it was a railing and if
she wasn't careful she could fall off the catwalk and onto the ground below.
"How in the hell did I end up on a catwalk?" Faith
thought to herself.
The sound of footsteps running caught her attention.
Looking up she gaped, if Wes was here with her he would have asked for a picture.
There was Duo Maxwell running towards the person, which in this case was Heero
Yuy. Heero got up and pointed his gun at her. Where it came from she wasn't
sure, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Duo stepped in front of her, "Hey Heero, don't you
think you're jumping to conclusions? She looks harmless enough, maybe she just
lost her way."
"Duo, that girl landed on me, out of nowhere," Heero
"Okay so that's weird… maybe she's from a different
dimension and got lost somewhere?" Duo made a hazarded guessed.
If it weren't so serious Faith would have laughed,
since it wasn't too far from the truth. Suddenly she noticed the three other
Gundam pilots running up to them.
"Great, just great," Faith couldn't believe this was
Trowa stared down at her, "Where did she come from?"
Heero shrugged, "She fell on me, she's probably a
"The main word is probably," Faith, said
dryly, "In other words I could not be a spy."
Duo grinned, "Don't encourage the guy, okay? Just
let me do that talking. Besides I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to have you around,
what can you do?"
Faith thought for a moment, "Computer stuff and
electronics, but…" she waved her hands to the ground below, where she go a good
view of the Gundams, "this stuff is out of my league. I don't know a thing
about mobile suits."
"Maybe she could help you Heero," Duo chirped.
Heero glared, "She is a spy. Anyone who sees a
Gundam must die."
"Heero, we don't even know how she got here," Quatre
Inside, though Faith wouldn't admit it. She was
petrified; she just got whisked away into a word she didn't care beans about.
In this world, as far as she knew someone like her wouldn't last five minutes.
There were five pilots two who were willing to just ask things about her, and
the other three probably wanted her dead. Worse of all, she knew she couldn't
get away from them, even if her life depended on it. Which it did at the
Wufei studied her, but with just pure indifference.
"I bet he's going to say something about me being
weak," Faith thought bitterly.
Wufei then spoke up, "Yuy's right, she is a threat.
Maxwell you didn't even check that weak onna for weapons."
Faith had enough, "Look here!"
Everyone stared at her, while Heero raised his gun.
"I don't have a gun on me or any weapons on me! If I
had my book-bag I would be most tempted to throw a textbook at that thick skull
of yours Chang Wufei! It's bad enough that my friends wish came true, that it
just happened to me instead of my friend, that I'm stuck in a world I've just
heard about, but I don't need people pointing guns at me or calling me weak!"
Faith grabbed the bar above her and pulled herself up, with her legs still on
"How did you know my name?" Wufei glared.
"One move and I will shoot you," Heero took off the
Quatre looked at her in shock, "What was your
Faith shrugged, "To go to the Gundam World. Crazy
but true, he's a fanatic."
Duo nods, "See Heero, it's not her fault!"
Heero put his gun away, "Fine, but she does anything
suspicious she gets shot."
Everyone starts heading back down, when Heero
turned, "What are you waiting for?"
Faith held back the tears, this was the part the
scared her, "I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?" Heero was getting
"Master Quatre!" Rasid called.
Quatre leaned over, "Yes Rasid?"
"We found this, it's full of school supplies, among
other things," Rasid pointed to a bag that hung off a chair.
Faith looked over grateful, "Excuse, sir?"
Rasid looked at Faith.
"Could you please bring that up here?" she asked,
"all of it please."
Within minutes Rasid brought it up and place it near
Faith. The boys studied the chair with wheels. Faith blinked, "Don't that have
people like me here? Great, the last thing I need."
Pushing herself all of the way up with the railing,
she settled herself in the wheelchair. Check her bag, things and to see in what
condition it was in. That's when it hit her, "Shit."
"What's the matter?" Duo asked.
"Nothing," Faith smiled sadly, "Is there an elevator
Quatre pointed down the catwalk, "Down there."
"Good, then I'll see you on the ground. By the way,
it would be easier for all of us if I had a ground room," Faith stated, then
she turned and wheeled herself to the elevator.
"Why isn't doesn't she just walk like everyone
else?" Wufei asked.
Everyone just shrugged.
The night went by without a problem. The pilots
didn't question too much on why she was in a wheelchair. Late that night Faith
did some research, and the information confirmed what she feared. There weren't
any people like her; birth defects were dealt with in the womb and accidents
with surgery. A part of her wished it was like that in her world.
"Well sooner or later they'll figure out I can't
walk," Faith murmured.
Duo got up a noon, and was surprised that Heero was
yelling at him. Getting up he when to the workout room. There was hard
breathing coming from the room. As he walked inside he noticed Faith, with her
chair below her. She was doing pull-ups, and didn't know he was in the room.
"19… 20… 21… 22… 23… 24… 25."
Carefully Faith let herself down, but not carefully
enough. She missed her chair by an inch sending her chair crashing down and her
on the ground.
"Damn!" Faith swore, sitting up she grabbed her legs
moving them to where she wanted.
Duo watched as she went on her stomach, using her
hands to pull her forward to where the wheelchair was. After several minutes of
trying to get the chair back up she swore with frustration, blinking back the
tears Faith knew how big her dilemma was.
"Damn! Bad enough Quatre's bathroom isn't built for
the handicapped." Faith heard a sound.
Looking up she knew right away it was Duo. He put
the chair back up, then lifting her off the ground and putting her back in the
"Thanks," Faith smiled.
Duo frowned, "If it helps any, I'll tell Quatre
about the bathroom."
Faith blinked, "No, it's okay. I should have made
sure the wheelchair was right under me."
She starts to wheel away from the room. Duo runs to
catch up with her.
"Do you need any help?" Duo asked.
Faith stopped, "No, I don't unless I need it."
"No buts Duo. Look, I've been taught to look after
myself. I'll be fine."
"You!" Heero stepped into the room.
Faith turned, "My name is Faith Heero, you could
have just asked for it."
"The scientists wants to see you," Heero didn't
"You must be kidding me," Faith stared at him.
It soon became clear that Heero wasn't kidding. The
scientists questioned her about what she knew, what she could do and so forth.
After that they put her through simulation after simulation, test after test.
Testing her reflexes, strength and intelligence. When they were done, the
G-boys and Faith were seated around the table.
"We have all thought this out and have decided that
Faith will be trained to be our sixth pilot."
Before anyone of the Gundam pilots would protest,
Faith beat them to it, "No! Look, there is no way I could be a pilot. Give me
one could reason why."
Dr. J looked at her serious, "If you can give me a
good reason why not."
Faith thought for a minute, "I can't walk. If I
can't walk then that limits what I can do. If someone knocks me out of my
wheelchair I'm a sitting duck. I can't go on recon missions, the most I can
probably use as defense is a gun and I don't even know how to do that. How in
the bloody hell am I going to get around? You need someone mobile, not someone
who's strapped to a damn wheelchair."
Everyone but Duo stared at her in shock.
Faith pushed herself away from the table, "Sorry,
but it isn't possible. You're better off finding someone who can walk."
Without another word she wheeled herself away from
the room and out the door.
Author's Note: To me this is an interesting twist compare
to all of the other girls who come from the real world. Smart, but not
physically able, and uh… unlike my other real world story it isn't base on
anyone or anything. In fact you have suggestions, I'll be happy to think it
over. If you want her to be set up with anyone (cause I don't have a person in
mind), then tell me.