Fly With Me Tonight

               By Deathswings


They blazed a trail I dared to run.

They built this world and I have come.

I need another, like a brother,

For a crying shoulder.


Treize sat at his massive desk, staring out the window at the grounds of the mansion, far below him.  All of his plans were going exactly how he had always wanted them to, and yet nothing was going right at all.  He was losing, and he knew it.  And soon, very soon, he would lose Zechs. 

That Zechs would side with the colonies was no surprise to Treize.  He knew that the young officer’s time in OZ was merely to facilitate his revenge on those who had destroyed his home.  With that mission completed, there was no longer any reason for Zechs to remain with OZ, especially now that control was being so easily handled by Romafeller… which even Treize himself had not been happy about.  With Duke Dermail dead, however, he was beginning to sense a change in the weather… and the change was not good.  He was headed towards an inevitable end.  And the end was beginning to look like his death.  He was not afraid of death, however, there was one thing he had to do before he went.

Treize leaned over and switched on his communication unit, typing in a number that was very familiar to him.


Zechs sighed and moved automatically to read the message.  Being the leader of a warring body of people was somewhat taxing, and he’d just laid down and was looking forward to a good night’s rest when the unit had beeped.  Cursing in several different languages, Zechs opened the message… and his heart suddenly thudded once very hard in his chest.  Treize!  The message was from Treize!



I know you are terribly busy right now, but I would sincerely appreciate it if you would visit me soon.  As old friends, not as enemies.  There is something I wish to discuss with you about the end of the war, and it is far too delicate a matter to talk about over open and interceptable communications channels.





Zechs’ eyes widened.  Treize was requesting his presence on Earth?  Zechs was torn… Treize had been his closest friend for as long as he could remember.  But there was much to do here, and Treize was also the enemy.  Or rather, Treize was with the enemy.  Even now, Zechs had a hard time thinking of Treize as anything other than a comrade.  They had been through so much together.  Smiling, Zechs made his decision quickly and wrote a brief letter to Trieze.


And this could be the last time

You will stand by my side.

Well, I can feel my soul; it’s bleeding,

Will you fly with me this evening?


A week later, they stood staring at each other from across a private airfield.  Both had slipped their aides and their people to come here and meet in absolute privacy.

“Hello Treize.”

“Hello Zechs.  It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”

“Only a few weeks, really, but it seems like an eternity, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, my friend, that it does.”

“What did you want to speak to me about?”

”My will.”  Zechs’ eyes couldn’t have gotten larger,

“Your will?  Treize, you’re not planning on dying, are you?”

“Actually, Milliard, I am.  I very much doubt I will last out the war, even if it should end tomorrow.  I am too dangerous a man to be allowed to live- on either side.  And I’d prefer to go out in a blaze of glory than to die from an assassin’s bullet.”

“Treize…” there was a sneaking suspicion in the back of Zechs’ head, “You didn’t bring me here to kill you, did you?” 

“I don’t know why I brought you here,” Treize sounded totally defeated, “But there’s someone you need to know about… Her name is Marymaia… If anything happens to me… try to find her and make sure she doesn’t repeat my same mistakes.  Try to keep her out of the limelight.”

“Why?  I mean, why tell me all this?  Isn’t Lady Une a much better person to tell about some woman in your life?”

“She already knows, but she’s very ambitious.  And Marymaia isn’t just some woman… she’s my daughter.”  Hmmm, so Zechs’ eyes could get bigger,


“Yes.  Please, Milliard, don’t lecture me on the possible consequences of that action.  I don’t need it from you.  Just promise me you’ll protect her… I’m willing the Krushrenada estate to you, unless someone with my blood comes forward to claim it.  Hopefully, she will eventually.  But try to keep her out of politics, Zechs.  She doesn’t want this life.”  Zechs didn’t ask him why he didn’t just stop, if he didn’t like his way of life.  Zechs knew.  It was the same reason why he himself didn’t just go live in seclusion after the rise of OZ.  Someone had to do what they were both doing, and both knew that they were the only ones who would.  Zechs nodded,

“If you die, I will honor your wishes, I promise.  I don’t know what I can do about the young lady’s political career, but I will do my best to look after her however I can… Of course, we are presuming that I also survive the war.”

It broke Treize’s heart just a little to hear his former Lieutenant all but say that he too had given up hope.  Zechs was so young, and had so much promise.  But this war had taken a lot out of all of them, the younger they were, the more they placed at stake, or so it seemed.  It was a children’s war.  And Treize was not much more than a child himself. 

“Zechs… Earlier you wondered if I had brought you here to kill me.  That was not my original intent, no… But…  Why don’t we end it now, Zechs?  This is a pointless war, in the end all that matters is that both of us die, right?  That is your plan, isn’t it?  To have that boy kill you?  Why not like this?  Just square off, once and for all, and end all of it.  It’s dying in battle, Zechs.  It’s what we were born to do.”

Zechs just stood there a moment, head bowed, face serious.  Finally, he raised his head,

“Treize… I have the Epyon; you wouldn’t even stand a chance once I got in the cockpit.  That’s not a fair fight, that’s suicide, and I will not help you commit suicide.”

“Then fight in a normal mobile suit.  I know you can do almost as much with a Leo as with a Gundam.”

Zechs saw something in his former superior’s eyes and turned away.

“Yes.  Yes, let’s go.”


Sober mind time now is gone.

They carved my body not of stone.

A petty maze of emptiness,

I’ve said the hell with all the rest.


Treize clicked his seat restraint buckle shut and relaxed back against the seat, shutting his eyes for a moment.  He was doing this.  Here it was.  And he knew he was going to lose.  He was facing his death.  But damned if he was going to go down without a fight.  The only reason he knew he would lose was because he knew he couldn’t bring himself to kill Zechs, and Zechs would have no compunctions the other way around.  He’d seen it in the blonde young man’s eyes. 

He powered up the engine and prepared to fight.  Both of them had chosen the Aries, much to Treize’s surprise.  Zechs had said he’d gotten used to actually flying his suit, and he’d prefer one that did the same.  On his view screen, Treize saw Zechs also power up and lift into the air.  And then Zechs was rushing towards him.

It was a test attack.  Zechs didn’t come in too fast, so he could dart away.  Treize fired anyway, just to keep the young pilot on his toes.  Then, much to his surprise, Zechs darted away! 

With a puzzled growl, Treize began pursuit of the mobile suit.  Why would Zechs just take off like that?

“Running away, Zechs?”

“No.  Just making you chase me.  Are you a good enough pilot to catch me?”

Treize’s brow furrowed slightly.  Was Zechs making fun of him?  He gunned on his engine and sped after the former Lieutenant. 


And this could be the last time

You will stand by my side.

Well, I can feel my soul; it’s bleeding,

Will you fly with me this evening?


The chase was fast and over just as quickly.  They were soon neck and neck, the terrain flying underneath them as they switched positions several times, firing on each other. And then, Zechs ducked under him and rammed up, throwing the older man into a tailspin.  Treize managed to pull out of the spin, but he could see the tree line was quickly approaching.  He had two options- pull up and risk having the engines stall, making him a sitting duck, or slam right into the trees, possibly dying in the crash.

He pulled up. 

His engine locked up from the strain, holding him floating serenely in midair.

“Do it Zechs… you’ll never get a better shot, and you earned this.”

There was a tremendous silence on the other end of the communicator.

“No.  Restart your burners.  I’m not going to shoot you like that.  I’m not going to shoot you at all.  You can’t die like this Treize.”

“Millard… Don’t pity me.”

“I’m not pitying you.  You invited me here as a friend.  And that’s how I intend to leave.”


“Come on.  Restart your burners.  Let’s get moving!”


“Yes.  I propose a different kind of contest…”

Treize restarted the burners and moved to hover beside Zechs,

“What kind of contest?”

“See those trees over there?”


“Race you to them.  Anything goes.”

Treize suddenly found himself smiling,

“You’re on.”

The race was neck and neck the whole way to the trees.  Treize rammed the back of Zechs’ suit, hoping to throw him into a familiar tailspin, but instead only succeeded in making him go faster.  Treize gunned his engine into speeds that the mobile suit was not designed for and strove to catch up.  The whole suit shook from this action, but Treize held on and gunned it even more.  It was then that he realized he was still grinning like an idiot, and a strange urge to whoop like a little kid was building in his chest.  He let it loose, laughing and yelling all the way to the trees.

When they made it back to the base, Treize was still laughing, wonderfully exhilarated. 

“This… this is great!  Zechs… how did you know?”

“I fly too, you know.  I know what it feels like to just let loose.  And you never get a chance to do that anymore,” Zechs moved towards the Epyon, “I have to go.  I’ve been gone too long already.  And I suppose, the next time we meet, we’ll be enemies.”

“Yes… I suppose so.” Something in Treize made him call out, “Zechs?”  Zechs turned,


“Thank you.”

Zechs grinned,

“You’re welcome Treize.  You’re welcome.”


And this could be the last time

You will stand by my side.

Well, I can feel my soul; it’s bleeding,

Will you fly with me this evening?




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