The Heiress to the Stars

Chapter 1: Next In Line

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing! Happy? Or any of the songs mentioned in this chapter.

A/N: This is an alternate universe fic. Where Gundams are birth rights instead of just given to teenagers that have the ability to pilot the gundam. I have made the necessary corrections. Hopefully this round about will be better than the last one. If this story seems familiar to you then it maybe since it had another title but it was deleted and I had to rename it to post it. Since it caused so much trouble the first time it was up. I added a few things here and there. Ok enough A/N stuff and onward to the story.

The hanger was alive to the beats of the pilots chosen music which happened to be the weirdest mix around. Five pilots and six gundams the five were working on their respective metallic companions. The sixth stood there collecting dust. Duo hummed quietly to the beat of 'The Pirates That Don't Do Anything' by Relient K. Heero snorted as he walked over to the cd player and skipped that song. The cd skipped until it went to 'My December' by Linkin Park. He turned back around and began to go over the read outs on his laptop for the data of the gundam.
"How can you listen to that Heero?" Quatre asked. "It's so sad."
"That's the point and you know it Quatre. There isn't any sense in asking," Duo said.
Wufei just snorted and Trowa just didn't say anything. They continued to work on their metallic partners. The dull thunk and clang of metal tools on gundanium rung through out the hanger.

The fathers of the gundam pilots stood watching their sons work from the observation deck. Mr. Chang was leaning against the farthest wall with his eyes closed. Mr. Peacecraft was leaning against the console watching the boys work. The other three were sitting in chairs.
"Have you chosen you candidate?" Mr. Yuy asked.
"Yes," Mr. Peacecraft muttered as he watched his former partner gather dust.
"Who is it Randy?" Yuy asked.
"I bet I know who it is," Mr. Winner said quietly. "I bet he's chosen Relena despite our better judgment."
"If I tell you, you must promise not to tell the boys until my pilot is ready."
"You should know us better than that Randy. We won't tell."
"Relena is going to be my successor."
Mr. Chang snorted and muttered something about weak woman. The others just stared at him with raised eyebrows.
"I think not Mr. Chang I think Relena will be a fine gundam pilot."
"So says you Yuy but can she hack it with the guys?" Mr. Barton asked.
"She will you'll see."
He thoughts drifted to his daughter and wondered what she was going to do when the time came to reveal herself.

Hours Later...

Relena carefully looked around the hanger to make sure the guys were gone, and they were thankfully. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail so as not to get in her way as she worked. Duo had left his cd player in the hanger. Looking at the cd in there in disgust she took it out and placed the soundtrack to 'A Walk to Remember'. Hitting play she climbed up the scaffolding to her partner, Day Star. setting to work she began to clean the gundam of the dust and grime. Some time later Quatre walked into the hanger and looked around carefully hearing the beats of a song he had never heard before. A very feminine voice singing that song. Confusion creased his brow. Walking quietly he walked up the pace the sound was coming from and it was coming from the cockpit of Day Star. He knew that voice.
"Relena?" he called.
A wrench dropped in the cockpit. "I know its you Relena so come out."
Standing in front of Day Star's cockpit door he leaned in to see a blushing furiously Relena staring back. A smudge of dirt was across her face and a grease stain on the knee of her jeans.
"Quatre I..."
"So you're the successor?" he asked softly.
"Yes, but don't tell the others," she replied hurriedly.
"Of course Relena but why?"
"I don't want them to go easy on me because I'm well... me."
"Relena..."
"Please Quatre?"
"All right Relena."
She breathed a sigh of relief. Her muscles in her shoulder visibly relaxed as she leaned back.
"Can you hand me my computer?"
"Sure."
He handed her the laptop and she began to type furiously on the keys.
"So what brought you here?"
"Brought me here? Oh yes... I was getting something. See you later Relena."
"Later," she said absently.
Her mind was already elsewhere working on other things. She work long into the night.