This story has been in my head for a very long time and I have always wanted to pen it. I lost my interest in writing until recently because of work and studies. Now I am on my way to finishing my studies and hope to pick up on the writing more often.

I have always loved the original Gundam Wing, and although, I love that the each series can survive on its own, I always wished that there was a ling. For this reason, I have link my absolutely favorite Gundam (GW) with the second favorite, Gundam.

I hope you enjoy it!

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam.

Prologue

"Amuro, love" a gentle voice called out to a man as he stared out of the window of his office.

The man, Amuro, turned to face the direction the gentle voice of his wife, Sayla. She was still very beautiful even at the age that she was. Her bright blue eyes framed by her white hair still in the same style as when he met her just over 50 year ago.

"Yes, my dear," he responded.

"The news is good, is it not," Sayla asked.

"Yes", was the simple response as Amuro returned to his original position.

"Then why do you look so forlorn. Their war is over and we do not have to involve ourselves—make ourselves known to them."

"It is inevitable, nonetheless."

"Why?"

"The report includes their determination to come to Mars."

"Oh. Then it will be a surprise will it not—to find that we are here." She didn't expect an answer, it was only voicing what was already known of that. But, yet, that should not be a cause for her husband's mood. It was known for some time that they would need to expose themselves at some time. There was something more…

"What could the issue be then," Sayla asked quietly as she gently walked up to him and laid a hand onto his shoulder. She had not seen him this tense since the report received 25 years ago.

He turned to look into her eyes, an interesting mix of trepidation and hope mixed in the dark depths. Then he made a quick glance to the desk behind him and the open report. He did not hide most from his companion as he relied greatly on her ability to balance his thoughts and emotions.

Sayla turned to view the papers laid out across the large desk. She then slowly walked to the desk and sat in the chair to read some of the report. Amuro returned to his watched out the window and waited until she came to the same point in the report that had surprised him. Soon, he heard her straggled gasp and he slowly turned to her and squatted down beside the chair. Sayla turned her head to look into her love's eyes.

"Could it be?" she asked with a hope he had not heard in her voice in more than 25 years.

"It would seem but we cannot be absolutely certain unless he is tested."

"But h…how?"

"The name in the report seems to have been assigned to him but they could not have known how appropriate it could have been." Sayla's hand trembled as she brushed the photo of the man that Amuro was talking about. His dark hair and his blue eyes. Not as light as her own but more similar to his mother's eyes—her daughter. "We have sent a team to return him to verify but, Sayla, I know it is true. He is the son of our daughter, Artesia, and, the pacifist, Heero Yuy."

Amuro looked on as tears of hope and joy begin to form at the corners of Sayla's eyes. "She had a son, but why did we not know. How could this have not been reported? If we had known, oh…we would have…he would have been here…" He would not have had to do all those terrible things, she finished in her head.

"There seems to have been a higher purpose for him—we could not have changed that no matter what we would have rather wished for." It was no comfort to hear it though.

Suddenly, they turned their heads as the door opened and in walked a minister of Amuro's, "Your majesty, Alpha team has returned." Amuro stood to follow his minister, Sayla stopped him with a gentle hand.

"Sayla, please stay here."

"But…"

"Sayla, let me confirm first." Sayla nodded as Amuro walked out of the office.

Before the minister followed, he bowed respectfully and excused himself, "With your leave, Empress."