Char Aznable. Originally Casval Rem Deikun. The Red Comet was swift, smart, and charming. But, he was lonely.

"Char!" said new type turned, to see two of his best pilots dragging a person between them. They got in front of his desk, and let the being drop to the floor.

Blood immediately started to pool underneath it.

Char looked up in annoyance. He had just had that carpet cleaned yesterday. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, sweeping his right hand at the figure nearly motionless on the carpet. He would have thought them dead if not for the hacking, wet breathing. The first one to speak looked down at the figure and nudged its side with his hard boot.

"It was piloting a gundam, unlike any one we have ever seen. Took down FIVE of our best. We were finally able to stop it by shooting it in the side. It only operates for it tho."

He kicked the figure over onto it's back.

Char moved from around his desk, and knelt on one knee next to the figure. There was a hole in it's side, and was losing a lot of blood from it, along with several other severe and minor bodily injuries. The left hand looked badly broken in several places, and blood was trickling from underneath their hair.

Something was off though… he went to sweep some of the red hair back from their eyes, but a voice stopped him. Well, it was more like a pained whisper.

"Don't..T-tou-ch…me!"

He withdrew his hand, shocked! No, not because of this beings obvious power, or the wounds… but because that voice was a Woman's! Indeed, the bright green eyes cracked open an inch, before squeezing back shut from the pain from her wounds. He took another look at her. In his fixation on her wounds, he had not noticed the, well to be honest, impressive chest, and the slim figure that could only belong to a woman.

Her lips, however, were beginning to turn blue and her skin much paler from the large amounts of blood loss.

"Have her healed, and then give her a private room in the medical bay. Now!"

Time skip, yay!

"Sir, she is now awake and stable, come in." the nurse informed him. He had been waiting for this news for Three days. The mystery woman had had more severe damage done to her body than he had thought. He had demanded that he be immediately notified the second she awaked.

He walked into the room, and was alerted to the sound of steady breathing, and also beeping. He looked down to see the face of the woman scrunch up, and then she opened her green eyes. Char turned to the nurses.

"Leave us. Now."

"Yes Sir!"

And they scurried away, closing and then locking the door behind them. Char sighed, and pulled a chair next to the bed, where the enemy pilot was laying.

"w-what do you want?" her words were softly spoken, but they still had that hard edge to them.

"That, actually, was what I was going to ask you."

"Huh?" her eyes widened up a bit more, and she tried to sit up, only to cringe, and have the machines beep in alarm at her movement.

"Woah woah woah… calm down there. We don't need you getting any more hurt, now do we?" he laid a strong hand on her shoulder, and pressed down slightly, but she violently shrugged him off.

"Don't touch me Char!" she tried to throw a punch at his face, but he caught it, and held it there. She just then stared at him in shock, and he turned her arm over, and unfurled her fist to then be palm-side-up. She simply gazed at his other hand as it re-aligned the tubes and IV's that had shifted during her futile struggles. It continued up her arm, until it reached her upper-bicep and her shoulder.

"Ouch!" she hissed out through her teeth, cursing.

He looked down again, to see the blood soaking through her white bandages.

"Well well, that won't do now will it?"

She stared in bewilderment, as Char reached over into the cabinet by her small bed, retrieving bandages and a pair of small medical scissors. "You know my name. So I'm guessing that whatever you are here for, it concerns me, right?"

She watched in wonderment while he cut off the old bloodied bandages, and then re-applied the new ones to the stitched wound. It had reached all the way from her bicep, to the top of her shoulder, a nasty cut that had gone deep enough to reach her bones.

"Char, the Red Comet, your famous. Of course I know you."

He finished her new bandaging and cut off the end, placing medical white tape to hold it in its place.

"There, much better now, yes?"

She withdrew her arm, and held it close to her side as Char moved across the room to the window on her right after replacing bandages. 'Why did he just help me?' she thought 'I'm the enemy, and here he is, just healing me?! What is going on with this guy?!...' she looked back up at him, frowning.

"What, exactly was your mission ma'am?"

She looked at him oddly.

"To kill you actually."

He turned his gaze to her without moving then continued to stare out the window.

"Really. Me?"

"Yes."

"Hm. I see then." He walked back to the chair and sat down next to her again, stating in a jovial tone, "well, you failed!"

"Bastard!" she tried to lunge at him again, but stopped short, starting to feel really tired.

"Wha-? Did you do to me now?" she laid back on the bed, and started to close her eyes. Char smirked and held up a syringe.

"Nighty-night."

To Be Continued!