I Will Not Say Goodbye
By Ammie Hawk
Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Gundam Wing
Summary: Something precious was stolen from Wufei and the other former Gundam pilots. What will they do when they find it again? Inspired by A Father's Fight by Slytherin Mafia and Serenity Rayne
AN: Okay, so here's the weekly update. I know, new story, my bad... not sorry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the newest edition to my fics.
Prologue
"Well, its goodbye for real, buddy," Duo Maxwell held a detonation device in front of his face and pressed the trigger, causing all three Gundams: Deathscythe, Heavyarms, and Sandrock; to explode.
"I've once again become nameless," the unibanged teen sighed.
"Trowa sounds fine to me," Quatre Raberba Winner looked over at him with a grin. "Why not keep it, Trowa?"
"Names are something other people give ya," the braided teen put his hands on his hips. "There's no point wasting time worrying. What's important is that we have a place to call home, right?"
"Yeah," Trowa smiled. "You're right, Duo?"
"Hey!" a voice called from behind the trio. "You boys need a lift?"
In tandem, the three Gundam pilots turned to look at the speaker. It was a woman, in her early twenties, with short cropped black hair with the bangs hanging carelessly over one of her grey-blue eyes. She was clad in a brown and black uniform that all Preventers were required to wear. She was also casually leaning on a jeep, which she must have pulled up when the mechas were being destroyed, otherwise they would've heard her approach.
"Naw, that's okay, Noin," Duo grinned. "Think we can manage on our own, thanks."
"It's not really optional, Duo," Lucrencia Noin chuckled. "Lady Une has requested to see you in her office."
"Of course," the blond of the group nodded, moving toward the jeep. "Who are we to refuse the Head of Preventers?"
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Wufei Chang walked calmly away from the ruins of his finally destroyed Gundam. Fifty yards away, a car was idling, apparently waiting for him. As he approached the open topped Preventers Jeep, the driver stood and waved him over. Of course, it just had to be her.
"Wufei!" Sally Po, also known as Agent Waters of the Preventers, called. "Lady Une sent me to pick you up."
The Chinese teen nodded and deftly leapt into the passenger seat. As Sally took off, he leaned back in his seat, arms folded across his chest, and closed his eyes. It was finally time for him to stop fighting and go home. Home, where he was waiting.
It didn't take them long to reach the Preventers main branch. Once the vehicle had stopped, Wufei jumped out and made his way inside. He bypassed the front desk and headed straight for the elevators and toward the only thing that gave his life meaning any more.
At the proper floor, he exited the elevator and entered the far office, the one belonging to the Head of Preventers herself.
"Ba… ba…" he was greeted by the voice he'd longed to hear for the past couple months while he'd been undercover for Une. "Ba… ba…"
"Shen," a smile crossed Wufei's face as he made a beeline for the playpen set up in the corner and lifted the little boy into his arms, hugging him close. "I missed you, baby."
"Ba," the chibi cuddled closer into the former Shenlong pilot's chest.
"And here I thought he just wanted a bottle," Lady Une's words caused Wufei to turn to look at the woman seated behind the desk. "Please, have a seat, Wufei. The others will be here shortly. I need to have a talk with all five of you before you leave."
Onyx eyes rolled in annoyance, but he sat down anyway, shifting his son so he could see him fully. His expression softened exponentially as he ran his hand over the chibi's wayward black locks. The expressive green eyes shifted to meet jaded black. A grin broke across the boy's face as he lifted his little hand and tapped it lightly against Wufei's face. The smile was back in full force as the Chinese teen caught the hand and brought it to his mouth, biting lightly on the tiny fingers with his lips drawn over his teeth. Shen squealed in delight as he pulled his hand free, then stuck it right back in.
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Trowa Barton walked sedately behind the other two former pilots as they made their way into the Preventer building and to the meeting with Lady Une. He was silently hoping that she had gathered the other two pilots as well. He would never admit it aloud, but he was hoping to see Wufei again.
He had been intrigued by the Chinese pilot ever since their first meeting during the war, at New Edwards. His passion and fire had driven him to follow him to assassinate Treize Khushrenada. He should have realized it after they had failed and he'd taken the other back to the circus, but he hadn't. The utter despair that had surrounded Wufei had been almost heartbreaking to watch, and all Trowa wanted to do was remove that pain by any means necessary, but he'd held himself in check.
They had parted company after that and he didn't see the fiery Shenlong pilot again until he'd been undercover at the Lunar Base. He would admit, at least to himself, that he had used his influence within OZ to have a private meeting with him, after he had been captured. He didn't regret, nor could he forget, the stolen hours and nights they had spent together at that time. Even when he had gotten amnesia, he always remembered the feel of the other in his arms, the spill of inky black hair mused from their activities splayed across his chest as his head rested against his shoulder.
While he had amnesia, he had brushed it off as a dream or even a fantasy, once he had been reunited with the Asian teen. Once his memories returned, he knew it was truth, but he couldn't purse what they had shared, what with the chaos of the constant battles they were fighting. Afterward, Wufei had disappeared. It wasn't until he had seen him again in Mariemaya's camp that he knew for certain. He was in love with Wufei Chang, and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with him.
"Aww, isn't that just the cutest thing you've ever seen?" Duo's voice cut through his musings.
Sitting in one of the chairs in front of Une's desk was the object of his thoughts, only he had a child on his lap. And while the picture was more than he could put into words, it did make him wonder where the child had come from. Who were his parents? And more to the point, why was he with Wufei?
"So, Fei," the braided teen plopped down next to him, "who's the brat? Kinda looks like Noin, so her and Zechs'? Or maybe he's Une and Treize's?"
"If you must know, Maxwell," dark eyes narrowed into a glare as he focused on the other, "this is my son, Shen Chang."
"No shit," the former Deathscythe pilot's mouth fell open in shock. "Who's the mom? Sally?"
Trowa's stomach seemed to drop at the new development. Wufei had… moved on? He had obviously wanted nothing more to do with him. But then again, why would he want to be with him? All their interactions had been instigated by him after all, he'd not really given the other much chance to turn him away.
"Shut up, Duo," a voice said from the doorway.
All eyes turned to the doorway, where two more people had just arrived: A tall, long haired blond with piercing light blue eyes, and a shorter, shaggy haired brunet with cold Prussian blue eyes.
"Heero!" Duo jumped up and almost bowled the other teen over. "Ya made it!"
"Get off me," Heero rolled his eyes, disentangling himself from the braided menace, and making his way over to the chair next to Wufei. "How is he? He missed you."
"He's fine," Wufei smiled faintly. "Thank you, Heero, for taking care of him for me while I was away."
"He's a good baby," the former Wing pilot held his hands out for the chibi, who happily transferred over. "Hello, Shen."
"Ji," the little boy babbled happily, reaching out for Heero's face.
"Wait," Duo once again broke up the moment. "You and Heero aren't together, are you?"
"Enough," Lady Une's voice cut through the air like a knife.
Trowa wished she hadn't interrupted. He desperately wanted the answers Duo was fishing for. He could've accepted that Wufei had moved on with a female, there were just some things that couldn't be replaced, but Heero? Why would he replace him for Heero?
"Now," he shook his head as Une continued speaking, "I called all of you here for a reason, you can all catch up afterward. Anyway, in light of recent events, I have decided that it would be in everyone's best interest that the five of you become members of the Preventers. Now, two of you have already given me your answer, so Duo, Trowa, Quatre, what do you say?"
"I will help if you need me," Quatre shook his head, his hand hovering over his heart. "However, I cannot become a full time agent. My sisters are insisting I finish my education and then take over as head of Winner Enterprises."
"That is understandable," she nodded. It was quite a stretch asking one of the richest men in the galaxy to drop everything and work for her. She then turned her attention to the other two.
"I'll do it," Trowa answered, his eyes locked on the back of Wufei's head. Maybe if he stuck around, he could figure out what was going on and possibly win him back. And if not, he'd make sure Heero made him very happy, or he'd answer to him.
"Sure, why not?" Duo shrugged. "Got nothing better to do."
"Very well," she pushed to her feet, "if you two will come with me, there are some forms and things to take care of. The rest of you are free to go."
Ammie: I know, I know, another story started by me... In my defense this one has been waiting in the wings for years now, it just took me awhile to get around to figuring out where I was going with it. Anyway, please let me know what you think.