Hey! I thought of this 'unoriginal' idea and wanted to put my own twist on it. I know I'm slacking on Just Like the Movies, but I promise I'll finish that soon.

This story is going to be short. Five chapters max. The chapters will be short as well since I love cliffhangers and all.

Chapter One

Heero walked down the Preventer corridor, out of dress code, and completely unhurried. He had an urgent meeting with Lady Une, but as a private contractor, he felt no need to rush into her office. He was able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. Many of the passing Preventers either saluted him or shouted out as they ran in opposite directions. Three years since the war ended and he was finally able to do as he pleased. No more orders. No more missions.

"Hey, Heero!" Duo Maxwell called from the joined corridor.

At the sound of his voice, Heero picked up his pace. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the braided pilot and his incessant chattering. The man could talk to no one and still feel like he was making a difference.

"Heero, what are you doing here?" Duo had caught up with him, patting him on the back roughly.

"Meeting with Une. Don't you have work to do?" Heero answered nonchalantly.

"Nah, I'm done for the day. I'll be heading back to space in a few hours." Duo stretched his arms over his head, "Have you seen the princess lately?"

Heero nodded, picking up his pace a little more.

"Yeah, she's pretty upset about the whole arrangement. I can't blame her. That was a low blow for the Peacecraft family to do." Duo said, keeping pace with ease.

Heero slowed suddenly, turning his sight on to Duo. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh….nevermind. Have a good meeting, Zero One." Duo said, running down a random corridor as fast as he could. Heero wasn't sure, but he thought he might have heard Duo scream.

Frowning, Heero closed the distance to Une's office quickly. He walked in without announcement and sat in the visitor chair. Une, ignoring the intrusion, continued talking on the phone.

"I understand that, sir….But you have to understand that the contract in question should be-…. No , sir… I understand. I'll see what I can do."

Heero waited, resting his elbows on his knees. He let Une shuffle through her paperwork. After a few minutes of her being completely silent, he started, "You wanted to meet with me?"

"Yes," She paused, resting her chin on her twined fingers, "Heero, the Vice Foreign Minister is in a slight predicament."

"Where is she?"

"Her office. She hasn't been kidnapped, Yuy. Actually," She paused, tucking her lips behind her hand for a moment. "Zechs found out that their late father had arranged a marriage between her and another man."

"What?" The usual stoic expression he wore was slipping. Slowly, his mouth was slacking and his eyes had widened.

"Relena has been betrothed to someone else, Heero. I wanted to meet with you, hoping you could escort her to the country. She has a bad knack for getting into trouble. I figured you could go along and make sure she's safe during her stay."

Heero cleared his throat, trying to ease the constriction. "I understand. Just send me the files for the meeting and I'll set security up properly." He stood, clenching his fists.

Anything Une said as he walked out was lost on him. He felt the corridors cave in on him with each step he took. He knew where he should go, but he wasn't quite sure he knew what to say or do. The betrothal was what Duo was referring to.