A/N: I originally wrote this to be a humours fic, but now it has changed to being an action fic. The beginning is kind of slow, but it'll come soon enough. This is my first action/adventure atempt, so if I can improve it in anyway, please tell. Enjoy it none the less!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, at least, I don't recall...

Chapter One: Can't Seem to Remember

"Things could always be worse."

Heero grunted at this bit of cliched comfort Duo was currently offering him. The braided man lightly pressed on the breaks on his car, slowing to a halt in front of the apartment complex in which Heero currently resided in. Exactly how much Heero completely abhorred his friend right now could not be determined, but just by the thickness of the atmosphere, one could determine Duo should have been fearing for his life instead of smiling like a taunting clown.

"I'll give you a lift tomorrow, buddy," Duo said as Heero removed himself from the car, eager to get away from the man who caused him so much damage. "Later, I guess." Heero slammed the door just seconds before Duo speed off into the night, trying to slow down a little before making a ridiculously sharp turn. Duo was trying to be cautious, after what happened earlier, he better be.

Walking toward the outer stairwell, Heero crossed his currently empty parking spot, and for a brief moment let his eyes rest upon the memories of his once precious car. It's true, he wasn't really attached to that thing, but it was a nice car. The simple fact that Heero was undeniably human, no matter how much training he went through, he would miss the omnipotent power behind it's state of the art engine. Inwardly he sighed. Duo would by him a new car, or Heero would take back his promise to never kill again.

Heero reluctantly opened the heavy door to his one bedroom apartment. The place was blindingly white, with only spots of black where furniture and the few items he owned were displayed. His phone rang, forcing the silence to abandon the room.

"Yuy," Heero grunted, not really in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.

"Heero," Quatre's voice called from the other end of the line. "Do you have any idea why Duo is trying to borrow money from me again this week? He called a minute ago, asking for a third loan..."

"Was it enough to buy a car?" Heero inquired.

"Well, maybe a really expensive car, but around there, yeah."

Good, Heero thought. "It's a car he's after," Heero informed. "He just wrecked mine earlier today."

"Oh," Quatre sighed, as if what Heero said explained everything. "I'll send the money right over then."

Heero grunted his approval, and then cut the connection. His mood was a little better now that he realized a new set of wheels wouldn't be that bad at all. A smirk covered his stern features. Maybe Relena was thinking the same thing.

With a renewed look on life, Heero prepared himself for a much needed rest. In his bed, which was a dark shade of green (the only actually "color" in his place), he brought out his laptop to type up the unfinished reports of that day. Une would kill him if he didn't get them done by the morning, whether Duo wrecked his car or not. He typed furiously for barely a few minutes, but the sudden need for sleep consumed his thoughts and fingers. After a quick proofreading of his report, he felt satisfied with his work and lay the computer on the nearby table. Curling himself into a comfortable position, he once again checked to see if his emergency gun was still under his pillow, and then let the dreamless sleep take him prisoner.

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Dawn came, spilling gentle rays of cheer into Heero's eager apartment. The brilliantly white walls lit up like Christmas trees in December, spreading the echoes of holiday cheer through the dying resistance of the night. Heero lifted his head, an unconscious smile crossed his lips. He felt like opening his blinds and allowing the sun to soak his body, giving him the natural warmth he so desired. Something about that day seemed so comforting to Heero, who would have graciously accepted his sudden lightheadedness had he not noticed his laptop was not on the table he had so carefully put it that night before.

Alarms screamed in his head as he pulled out his gun from the pillow. The sun was now blinding him, and he cursed the blinds for allowing a few rays of sunshine to fall through their defenses. A careful examination of his room proved many things to be askew, the most interesting of which was his fridge. There was an entirely new set of foods inside, and the milk he had bought the other day was gone. Whoever had trespassed didn't try very hard to cover it up.

That was when a slight grain of panic traced the spine of the pilot. He didn't know what was worse, the fact that some careless jerk had been in his room, or Heero Yuy having slept through the whole ordeal. Noticing nothing of value was missing, Heero dashed outside, and noticed a sleek black sports car invading the space of Heero's lot. Another smirk flickered onto his face.

Duo.

The sudden panic slipped away through open fingers, and Heero's heightened senses were brought down another notch. It had only been Duo, probably decided to redecorate his place after dropping off the car. Heero tucked the gun in his belt and made straight for the car. Since nothing was exactly wrong, it was time he payed his new car some respects as he went to work that morning.

At Relena's mansion, Heero noticed the unusual hustle and bustle of servants, maids, and security. They worked like ants, marching in there continuous lines of battle, each having a very important part to play. The unusual behavior started to ring those warning bells in Heero's head again, and he patted the hiding spot of his gun as a final check before reappearing in the real world.

"Heero," Duo jogged up to him, a look of near concern etched into his permanently happy face. "If you weren't on time, I'd say you were late."

"Hn." Heero had expected him to make a comment on his new car, but maybe something happened that was more important. The warning bells rang louder.

"You are always early when it comes to the final day, what's up with you?" Duo inquired.

"Final day to what?" Heero mentally checked his schedule in his head. The only thing he had to worry about more then usual was the gala Relena was hosting in a week. Everything for that was still on schedule, and his final overview of the security Duo mentioned wasn't going to be till the day before.

"Are you alright, buddy?" Duo didn't seem to be joking. "The party's tomorrow, and you are so lax."

"The gala is next week," Heero corrected. Duo turned to his friend, not an inch on his face showed he was playing.

"It's tomorrow," he stated firmly. "Has Relena gotten to you that much? You better go see Sally."

Something was not right, and Heero knew it. "Where's Relena?" Heero demanded more then asked, the usual monotone that laced his voice during the wars seeped back like liquid in a sponge.

"Hey, you better lay off the girls, or you might completely loose it." The humor in Duo's voice returned.

"Where is Relena," Heero repeated.

"Relax, man, she's right behind you."

Heero twisted around as if he expected to find a man with a knife standing immediately behind him. On the mansion stairway a small figure Heero recognized as Relena came sprinting out as fast as the high heels she wore would let her. Her golden mane of hair sparkled like diamonds in the sun, flowing elegantly with her body's motion. Everything seemed to play out twice as slow while Heero watched, his knees slightly weakening at the sight of her.

He straightened himself.

"Heero," Relena cried when she was but arms length away. Her sprint slowed into barely a jog until she came to a complete halt with her arms tightly wrapped around her bodyguard. "I take it you're feeling okay? I was so worried about you last night."

Heero's confusion only increased as Relena gave him a peck on the lips and smiled genuinely at him. His mouth tingled slightly from her brief encounter, and he had to maintain unbelievable amounts of self control to stop himself from reliving the sensation.

"Relena?" he really wanted to know what was going on, but had to approach it sensitively since he didn't want to offend her.

"Heero, are you sure you're alright?" Relena realized his confusion, but her arms did not release him.

"Since when did we-" Heero couldn't will himself to finish the statement. He turned to Duo, trying to figure out what was going on. "What did you do?"

"What are you talking about?" Duo waved his hands in front of himself innocently. "I did absolutely nothing this time."

"Heero," Relena finally released him and instead her gentle hands cradled his face. "Are you feeling alright?" She reached up to touch his left temple, and as her delicate skin came into contact with him he felt a surging pain erupt. He didn't flinch.

The sudden realization of a patched up wound on his head was one of many things that told him something was out of place today. Heero stood silently, his chin lowered so his bangs covered his eyes. He didn't want Relena to know his own concern over the situation, that would only make things worse.

"Heero?" She dared he hand to move closer, and touched his arm lightly. He flinched. "Heero, I think I should call Sally."

"No, I'm fine," Heero lied, putting on his usual tough performance.

"That's what you said last night," Duo commented. "You are so heartless sometimes, making Relena fight you to put on the bandages."

A small suspicion that this was one of Duo's insane jokes crossed his mind. He had planned this from the beginning, that's why he wrecked his car, he needed entry into his apartment, and dropping off the new car was a perfect excuse. Heero silently scolded himself for not inspecting further. Why Duo would do such a thing Heero had yet to figure out, but knowing him it would be something ridiculous.

"Yuy," Zechs called from the mansion doors. "You have work to do, get to it."

Heero for the first time could honestly say he was glad to see Zechs, angry as usual toward the ex-gundam pilot he thought was stealing his sister. The man stood calmly, looking down upon the lines of busy people. He held a small china cup heavily decorated, which made him look all that much more sinister.

"Zechs," Relena faced her brother, he hands were firmly placed on her hips for emphasis. "I don't think Heero will be working today, he's not doing to well."

"He's still walking, isn't he?" Zechs asked, sipping small amounts of liquid from his cup.

"Of course."

"Then he'll work." Zechs disappeared behind the doors.

"Zechs!" Relena looked like a child arguing with her bully of an older brother, which in a way she still was. She turned to Heero, looking at him as if he were a hurt puppy dog begging for pity.

"Do you think you can work today alright?" Her voice begging him to say no.

"Yes," Heero's mind was more concentrated upon the china, he had never seen it before, and that was a cause for worry. "That cup your brother was drinking out of, is it new?"

"What? Of course, we ordered it especially for tomorrow," Relena laughed as if it was stupid of his to forget.

"Tomorrow," Heero sighed. "The gala?"

"What else would it be?" Relena's worried expression grew more intense. "Maybe you should take the day of."

"Did someone check the shipment before it was opened?" Heero ignored her last comment.

"Naturally, you did," Relena replied. This time her concern gave way to confusion.

"You wouldn't let anyone else," Duo snorted, feeling only slightly left out.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Relena shot Duo a silencing glance.

"Yes," Heero replied. Relena anticipated his explanation, but to no avail for none followed.

"What's wrong?" Relena edged on the dying conversation.

What indeed, Heero thought to himself. He inspected the shipment, the gala was tomorrow, someone was in his apartment, the way Relena greeted him... All this could only mean one thing.

"When did Duo ruin my car?" Heero finally spoke.

"Hey, I thought we were over that," Duo defended, trying to look sincerely angry but only succeeding in looking like a child denied desert.

"About a week ago, why?" Relena's curiosity exploded inside her.

Heero's stomach turned. A week.

"I need to see Sally," Heero turned away from Relena. The concern in her face was to much for him.

"Of course," Relena dashed away quickly into the mansion. Heero silently hoped she would have sent Duo instead, but decided to use this time to his advantage.

"This has nothing to do with you?" he glared.

"Hey, buddy, I have no idea what is going on," Duo said. To Heero he sounded truthful, but he still didn't believe him.

"This isn't some prank? Because if it is," Heero lowered his voice to become more threatening, "My ruined car will be the last of your worries."

"I got you a new one days ago!" Duo pointed to the shiny new vehicle. "You should know, you drove it here!"

Still not daring to trust his supposedly "best friend," Heero prepared to question him further when he saw Sally coming towards him with an even more concerned Relena behind her.

"I swear, if this has anything to do with you," Heero whispered his final warning before the girls came into earshot.

"Heero, Relena tells me somethings wrong," Sally spoke softly as she came closer, moving over his head to inspect the wound. She slowly peeled off the bandages, causing great pain to Heero as it pulled at his fresh scabs. He forced himself to look indifferent, he didn't want Relena to worry anymore then she currently was.

"It's pretty nasty," Sally said as she recovered the reopened scabs. "But nothing that you can't withstand. What exactly is wrong?"

Heero dropped his head, hiding his eyes in his impenetrable bangs.

"Relena?" Sally turned to the Vice Minister, hoping to get something out of her. "Why did you say this was urgent?" Relena looked just as confused as herself.

"I'm not-" Relena started.

"I can't-," interrupted Heero. His eyes glowed with determination, and then he once again hide them behind the brown tangled shield. He leaned over to Sally and whispered, "I can't seem to recall this past week."

A/N: I have most of the second chapter written already, so I'll update it shortly. There will be more action in it by then, and if not, at least by the third chapter, I promise! Please drop a review!