Hi all! Just wanted to say before we jump in here: this is my first time posting a GW fic. This fandom is very near and dear to my heart since its debut on American TV in the 90's. Growing up in pre 911 New York City and eventually the suburbs after, the message of peace, devotion, and passion the series seemed to be chock full of was not lost on my preteenage brain, which grew to obsess quite a bit over global affairs.
I wrote Hunger Games fics previously on this site as honeybooboochild, but lost the password and eventually became a lurker, finding my way home to the GW section. There is some really incredible work in this community, and I am so excited that I finally got the cojones to write something of my own!
I blame writers like Relena For President and Relena's Glam Squad for inadvertently giving me a push. If you guys hadn't started publishing classic 1xR fic after fic recently, I wouldn't have been inspired to write something! I just hope I can keep up. I have a lot of stories already started, so I got a lot of posting to do. I've literally been reading fics in this section regularly for 2 years now, its taken that long to get me going.
A note or two: I primarily am all about 1xR all the time. This piece takes a few elements from the ending of Frozen Teardrop, but definitely ignores its plot. The only thing I appreciated from FT was the ending. I won't spoil it. Unleesssss you want me to :3
I'll finish this A/N with the classic disclaimer: I do not own this series, I'm just a fan.
-murshmallow 3
Dossier: Prologue
Heero wasn't entirely sure when his birthday was. Or what year he was born.
But he would...could- find out today.
He let the file sit on his desktop all week, afraid to open it. It was as if it would catch fire if he tried.
The hardrive had arrived in his office the Tuesday before, after the boon of evidence against the doctor who raised him was finally released to Preventer for analysis. ESUN had recently announced an investigation into the origins of Operation Meteor. The pilots-turned-agents had been barred from working on the case, as they were considered victims- child soldiers used as pawns for violence.
Heero was under the assumption that the investigation itself was a publicity stunt, announced publicly to keep Preventer relevant, and to serve as a warning against any rebel 'fires'.
A recent reconnaissance mission by a covert operative - Trowa probably - had turned up a treasure trove of hardware and files. The cache had once belonging to a certain team of engineers that had designed the Gundam mobile suits and were the tactical masterminds behind the colonial resistance.
Une made sure that only she had access to the findings when she saw what the doctors kept under lock and key. Namely, detailed medical records, training reports, and photos of the boys. The records made them look like pure-bred dogs, rather than the children they truly should have been.
When she found their birth certificates, she called an emergency meeting.
Wu-fei and Heero sat in front of her desk, their expressions unreadable, while the others phoned-in via satellite.
Quatre was eager to discuss anything found on him, he wanted to see how accurate the family gossip truly was. Trowa remained silent, but agreed he would accept the information in a private transmission. Duo laughed, and had Une promise to send him an e-mail right then and there before signing off.
Wu-fei denied the findings. He had as much information as he needed, as told through his clan's tradition of extensive record keeping. His history had been told to him at a young age, there were no secrets.
Heero never gave Une an answer.
The consequences of finding out the nature of his birth were too dangerous, he decided. But he accepted the ice cold external drive when Une pressed it into his hand.
Now nearly a week later, he sat at his pristine wooden desk in his darkened office, the external drive humming while plugged into his laptop. The whir of its spinning disc thrummed in his ears like a jet engine.
The zip file seemed to laugh from his desktop screen. He moused over it, right clicked, and selected 'extract all files'. A file with several images and three pdfs opened on their own.
He was tempted to close the lid of his laptop and run out of his office and into the hallway. He didn't have many places he could run to. The building cafeteria, the floor's bathroom, the shooting range below the parking garage...all potential locations he used to procrastinate on the regular.
There was one other place he could think of, but he felt selfish for it. Her office.
But then he'd have to tell her why he was there. She'd make sure he opened those files. She'd want to see them more than he could.
But could she handle it? Would what she found scare her?
Heero had settled into a comfortable friendship with Relena after he took a permanent position with Preventer. He took a year after the Mariemaia Incident to travel the Earth, and learn what it truly meant to be a young man. He drank in pubs with other young people, backpacked across mountains, meditated in Asian temples- everything a teenager would dream of given unlimited time and money. But the experience only proved one thing- he was not a normal teenager.
The experience left him drained. Perhaps he knew more about the world and about his roots, but he was colony born and bred.
Eleven months after embarking on his nomadic journey to find his soul, he ended up scaling her balcony and begging her to let him inside. She laughed when she saw him, tanned like leather with a week's worth of beard. He was not emaciated, but he hadn't eaten in days. He had been so swept up in getting to Europe after his last stop in India that he forgot to eat.
She gave him a few hours to shower, shave, and nap before bringing him a plate of food. A plate of scrambled eggs and toast- his favorite. He woke up, in her bed, to see her smiling at his feet. The plate smelling too good for words. He could smell her too, angelic and flowery.
"Welcome home Heero." she had whispered.
They had become close. She truly was the only person he could trust. He didn't deserve it, but she gave him her trust in return. She was his first true friend. She knew him better than anyone, and she barely knew him at all.
He shuddered at the thought of what could be hiding in that file.
He stole a sharp inhale.
It was now or never.