I do not own Gundam Wing, so please don't sue me!


Story Scenario: Takes place during a time of peace on Earth, and because the Endless Waltz NEVER HAPPENED IN THIS STORY, the Gundams, and their respective pilots are just fine.

(Authors Note: //….// represents thinking)


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Meeting His Destiny


Chapter 1

 It was silent in the common quarters for the five Gundam pilots. After their last mission, which basically wore their stamina and spirits to the bone, it was time for peace. A chance to lie back and close their eyes without wondering what time the alarm would go off to awaken them for another mission was all they wanted. And because a great time of peace had begun as a result of this final mission, the pilots were granted just that. So meanwhile, Trowa stared off at some distant object with his usual stoic face while the others were fast asleep, all that is, except Heero Yuy. "How do you do it, Trowa?" he said quietly.

The silent boy amazingly turned at his inquiry, "What do you mean?"

"You just space out without a care in the world…just disappear from everything."

"That's not true…it's all thought."

"Still, how do you do it?" Heero persisted.

"I really don't understand-

"Of course you wouldn't." The dark haired boy arose and left the room; Trowa sat speechless for a moment. Yet, he was still Trowa the European space-case, and being just that, he spaced out once again.

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Heero had made his way down the dark corridors of the oversized building to his own personal quarters. Without a single sound, he hit the pillow and his eyes closed immediately, as if on some unconquerable command. And for a while, the Japanese man slept quietly, just until a dream filled his mind. Suddenly Heero was standing on a shadowed terrace of a great castle. A gorgeous crescent moon rose above him, and wherever he was at that point wasn't his main concern. And behind him, footsteps echoed in the night as Heero realized he was no longer alone. "Who's there?" he said with a deep tone.

"Don't you recognize me?" a sweet voice answered. Spinning around on his heels, he came face to face with the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"What are you?" he said in breathless awe.

"Your destiny," she replied smiling. Meanwhile, the man before her was completely stunned, and for the first time, he felt something. Not obligation, not pressure…Heero Yuy felt complete. Just looking into her huge Prussian colored eyes was enough to soften his steel heart. Miles of honey brown hair that cascaded down her back and legs that could touch the sky. At first he had expected to see Relena standing there, but here stood the one thing that would always win his heart over that relentless stalker.

"But…I don't understand," he replied a moment later still dazed.

"Why should you? Always relying on your mind, but when it falls out of focus, what do you do, Heero? You run…stop running and follow your heart," she answered wisely, her eyes sparkling like a thousand stars. The man could merely close his eyes tightly, and shook his head hard making sure it wasn't all a dream. And when he reopened them, the goddess was gone and he was all alone once again, in his bedroom.

//What is happening to me? Why do I feel like this…I don't care!// Heero's mind screamed at himself, scolding for having such thoughts…feelings.

"Yo, Heero. You okay?" Duo said coming into the room without a sound.

"What are you doing in here?" came Heero's usual gruff reply.

"You were talking in your sleep man, I just wanted to see if you were alright." Duo turned to leave as Heero caught his arm.

"Duo."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No prob." And with that, the American man with the braid left Heero to himself, to ponder his dream.


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Conveniently, the rest of the pilots had awoken moments later in the other room, and with sleepy smiles went in search of a meal. Few of the boys had never really enjoyed a good home cooked meal, and at their current rate, they probably never would. Unless Duo or any of the others would mind researching cookbooks, and judging by the looks of it, that was highly unlikely. "Don't we have anything to eat besides microwave Mac & cheese?" Duo said in a slightly whiny tone.

"Shut up, Maxwell," Wufei hissed in his usual tone of deep annoyance.

"Hey, Wu-man. Can it!" the American shot back. And throwing his arms up in the usual position, Duo Maxwell wandered over and soon began to rummage through the nearly empty cabinets of the simple kitchen. "Okay, someone please explain this to me. The wars are over, we, the famous Gundam pilots are on serious vacation, and yet…we have no food or comfortable accommodations."

"I'd say you were a better complainer than a pilot," Trowa remarked with a slight smirk.

"At least I have a fairly outgoing personality," Duo replied with a grin.

"Can you guys please stop it?" Quatre spoke up, his head still rested on the steel frame table. "My head is killing me."

"People! People!" the American shouted nearly pulling out the hair at the sides of his head, "Read me lips. Vacation…now I know many of you probably have never heard the word before, but it means break-time. Off of work, paradise, relaxation. And no more annoying Chinese men with bad tempers." Wufei darkened at this remark and was about ready to ring his neck when Heero entered and cocked his head at the scene. Duo with his usual effervescent grin walked off from the fuming Wufei and sat down beside Quatre.

"So…what's for dinner?" Heero asked with a dim tone. The others looked at one another, and shook their heads silently.


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-Starlight Goddess, previously known as Raven-