Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gundam Wing characters but I do own little miss Xero. I am in no way making any profit from this work of fiction

A/N: Ok, so this is my first story in a long time so please be gentle! I really love these characters and hope that you will fall in love with Xero, she has been one of my favorite creations and has been begging to get out of my head and onto the page. I am glad I can finally share her with all of you! Please be patient with me while I let this story come to me. My muse seems to come at the most inconvient times like at 3:00 a.m. when I very much need my rest.

Warnings: None really in this chapter, however if you are not very familiar with this anime you may be confused about what is going on. If so please message me and I will be happy to explain or point you to a youtube video of the episode that started it all.

A Girl Named Xero

Chapter 1

It had been almost a month since Trowa had been lost in the depths of space. After Quatre had temporarily gone insane while operating the Zero system, Trowa's comatose body had drifted away and no one had been able to find him. Since then Quatre had been nothing but apologetic and seeking forgiveness for the actions that had lost their teammate, friend, and in Xero's case, her bodyguard. As she stood on the balcony of her room in Quatre's Arabian mansion, she thought about all she had lost. Concentrating on the sunset and the stars beginning to appear, she sent out a prayer of hope that Trowa would be found soon.

"Xero?" Quatre called as he entered her room with a polite knock, "I was wondering if you would be willing to talk with me." His body language oozed guilt and remorse.

"Quatre, you really need to stop acting like this. I don't blame you in any way for what happened. It wasn't your fault." Xero turned from the view and invited him in. Maybe this talk would help him forgive himself.

"I feel like it is, I can't stop thinking about what I have done, all the ones I have hurt. Would you be able to forgive yourself if you were the one who did this? What am I even saying? You would never lose your grip like I did." Quatre's head dropped as he stared at the floor.

"You cannot blame yourself for the way you reacted to the Zero system." Xero placed her hand on his shoulder trying to comfort and reassure him. "In time I know you will be able to handle yourself under its control, you have the will, you just need practice. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"I can assure you I will never use it again." Anger seemed to seethe from every pore of his body and then he relaxed wanting to concentrate on the information he had come to collect. " Xero, I wanted to know how you and Trowa came to know each other. Where did you meet? Why was he protecting you?"

"Wow," she was taken aback. The questions that she had been waiting for had finally surfaced, but she had been expecting them more from the suspicious minds of Heero or Wufei. The origins of Trowa and Xero's relationship had been kept secret from the other Gundam pilots in order to reduce conflict. " I'm not sure I can tell you that Quatre. Trowa was insistent that I keep my past to myself. He helped me enjoy some anonymity. The less you and the rest of the pilots know, the better off you are." A sigh escaped her lips as she realized how much of herself she had to hide daily from the ones she cared for. Trowa was the only one who knew her for who she really was. He was the only one she could truly be herself around and that is why she loved him so much. Of course the others knew nothing of her love for Trowa, and as for him, well she would describe Trowa's feelings for her as more of affection then full blown love. I wish everyday that I could have told him how I felt. She thought, Heh, knowing Trowa, he probably had already guessed that. Xero reflected on the stormy nights they had spent hiding in Siberia, she had been overcome with fear by the crashing thunder and lightning outside. Instead of chastising her like Heero would have, Trowa had cradled her in his arms until she fell asleep. When she woke up the next morning he had given her one of his small crooked smiles and said, " See, nothing to be afraid of mon belle."

"But Xero," Quatre said breaking her out of her thoughts, "don't you think that now that he is gone, one of us should take over for him? Wouldn't it be fair that that person know why they were protecting you?"

"Are you suggesting you want to take Trowa's place as my protector Quatre?" Xero said with a smirk. "Don't get me wrong, you are an amazing pilot, one of the best in my opinion, but if I needed someone like Trowa to keep me safe before don't you think I would need someone a little more like him to do the job?

"That is why we will be joining Heero and Miss Relena tomorrow in the Cinq Kingdom." Quatre said quickly and with some guilt, he knew the tension that existed between Xero and Heero. When they had first learned that Trowa was harboring a fugitive, making her his personal case, Heero objected saying he was wasting his time and that Xero was a liability to them all. Heero was the first to be suspicious of the fact that Trowa would not share the details of this extended personal mission of his with the others.

"Quatre! He hates me. Heero wishes that I had died long ago so that Trowa could focus more on his missions with the rest of you. Heero sees me as a problem not something that he needs to protect."

"I can see you're upset," Quatre said calmly and with a little concern, " but I promise you Heero has changed his mind, or at least he will, when you tell him your story." Quatre pulled out a folded stack of papers from the inner pocket of his vest, " I'm sorry I did this without talking to you first, but I did a little research on you."

"You couldn't have found anything," Xero was starting to get irritated, "looking me up by my name wouldn't have gotten you anywhere, it's code. No one knows my real name, I don't even know my real name." She looked curiously at the paper in Quatre's hand wondering what it was that made him think he knew anything about her.

"I didn't use a name, I started searching by looking in the OZ database for people they were looking for. I found this first sheet by using face recognition software and I found a match. " He held out the paper to her. It was a picture of her that she remembered well. It was taken when Trowa suggested they pose as a young married couple. He had helped her dye her beautiful auburn hair blonde and gave her brown contacts to cover her brilliant blue eyes. She could barely recognize herself, but she remembered because the picture was taken on their "wedding day" for her I.D. and passport. The day had consisted of Trowa forging documents and staging photos for a fake wedding album to make everything look authentic. "Isabelle Barton," Quatre said with a small smile, "You make a lovely bride." Quatre pulled out another sheet that had the staged wedding pictures. One of them exchanging vows, one of Trowa holding her in his arms with a small smile on his face, and one of him kissing her softly, their first kiss as fake man and wife. It was the first time he had ever kissed her, and to be honest she had loved it, even wished it were the real thing.

"So you found us out, we were secretly in love and were pretending that Trowa was my bodyguard so that we could be together." Xero joked. She knew Quatre couldn't possibly have anything on her. "OZ put that wanted ad out after Trowa was forced to take me on a mission with him and I was seen escaping the base he destroyed. That won't help you Quatre."

"I know that. You were very hard to track down and I only got very minimal information, but after trying every lead I could of where our missions had taken us where Trowa might have met you at, I realized I was looking in the wrong place. So I decided he must have known you long before he came to earth during Operation Meteor. He must have known you when he acquired his mobile suit." Quatre had a triumphant look on his face positive he had got it right. Xero gasped and took a step back, a defensive reflex. No one had come so close to the truth. "I'm right aren't I?" Quatre asked now concerned by her frightened reaction.

"Yes,' she sank to her knees in despair. She had failed Trowa

"So tell me," Quatre said kneeling beside her. He held up the paper with her picture, name at the time, and a small paragraph with very little information about her tasks. "How did you know the man Trowa got Heavyarms from? How did you know the real Trowa Barton?"

A/N: Ok so the second chapter may take me a week to get out to you, but please review so that I know there is some interest. Any constructive critiscism or praise would be much appreciated.