It's A Possibility

© 2002 Lady Pax

Author's notes: Um....this is sort of an AU, k? I just LOVE doing not-really-but-is-AUs!!

Rated: uh...PG? I dunno...there may be romantic-ness and violence in later chaps...

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Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. But Rayne Kiesling/Shae Peacecraft is © to me, as is anything else original.

Prologue

AC Year 194 – Canadian OZ Base

The girl stared at the man in front of her, her poker face never faltering.

"I'm glad you came to your decision, Kiesling," said the man and newly-appointed leader: Treize Khushrenada. He walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "No need to be frightened. This will only hurt for a little bit." With those words he drove his knee into her stomach, making her fall to the ground in pain.

Treize nodded to the three soldiers in the corner, and watched as two of them began pounding on her, the other soldier just watching with pained eyes that were hidden behind the dark sunglasses.

"Why don't you join in, Zechs?" Treize said condescendingly.

"I-I can't do that...to her..." Zechs's voice began in a bass, soared, and landed at a cracking treble.

Treize sighed. "I'm sorry – but we had to do it, Zechs," he said.

Zechs nodded and waited silently until they were done pummeling her, and carried the girl to her cell. Not so gently, he put her down on the concrete floor.

There was no window in the small cell, nor a light, bed or chair. There was only four close walls, ceiling, floor and a thick metal door with two separate codes to get both in and out. As soon as the door closed, the cell would be shut into complete and utter darkness.

When he was about to leave, the girl spoke:

"Oi...Zechs?"

"What?" he said, looking back at her over his shoulder.

"How long am I gonna be in here?" she questioned, then shivered. She leaned against the wall and brought her knees to her chest to conserve warmth. She rested her head against the wall, and closed her star-blue eyes, some of her ivory hair covering her bruised face.

"You have two months of solitary confinement," Zechs replied.

"At least it's not three years," the girl said mockingly[1].

Zechs walked back to the girl and lifted her face. "You're leaving as soon as you get out, aren't you?" he asked, glad their weren't any hidden microphones or surveillance cameras in the S.C. cells in this base.

"Of course I am. No offense to you or OZ, Zechs – but I think I want to fight alongside my sister more than I want to with my brother," she said. "Even if the colonies and rebels are going to lose, I'd like to try and help them."

Zechs sighed. "I won't see you until you're captured again, or if we meet up in a mission or something," he said.

"Or if the war decides to end anytime soon," the girl added, smiling.

"Yes," Zechs said nodding. "So this is good-bye for now, Rayne."

The girl, apparently Rayne, nodded. She touched his shoulder. "We'll meet again, brother – I'm sure of it. After all, someone's going to find out I'm not actually a Kiesling but a Peacecraft."

Zechs nodded. "Same here. Good-bye." He gave her a small hug and she kissed him on the cheek.

"Good-bye," she said before he left her cell.

[1]=it came from the movie Papillion(is that how u spell it?), which is French for butterfly. The main-character had either three years of solitary confinement. (Is that how much he had? It's been a while since I saw that movie...)

A/N: Yeah, okay, short... Review, anyway!