Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters, although I wish I did; however, I do own every character that is not original to Gundam Wing, So there. If you don't like it you can sue me but all you'd get is 24 cents and some pocket lint.

[Summary]

 Hanah Spencer is a girl who knows little of her past, let alone her real name. She lives alone and goes by the name of which they gave her at the Orphanage, Aine (AN-ya) Dayton. When her aunt and uncle adopted her, she soon lost the name Dayton and it was replaced with Kale. Events at the Kale house caused her to flee back to her childhood home out in the middle of nowhere. What happens when the 19 year old meets the now 20-year-old ex-Gundam pilots?

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Long slender fingers picked quickly at a set of guitar strings, emitting sound. Long chocolate brown locks fell over weary shoulders. The notes flooded the empty house, reverberating off the walls. The lonely house was silent, except for the sounds of Classical Gas. Every once and a while, the lone occupants of the house would hear the sound of a vehicle drive by on the gravel road. None of them stopped.

No one ever did.

"We need to find somewhere to stay," Quatre spoke up from the back seat.

"Or somewhere to eat, I'm starving," Duo said from the passenger seat opposite Heero.

"Always thinking with your stomach, huh, Duo?" Wufei joked.

"Hey, am I not a growing boy?" Duo asked with a laugh. Trowa seemed off in his own little staring out the window of the car. Off in the distance, he could see a house. He narrowed his eyes slightly; there was something about that house.

"Hey, look, there's a house up there, should we stop?" asked Duo

"We can't just invite ourselves over," Quatre spoke up again.

"Its probably deserted, anyways," Duo retorted. Surprisingly they stopped outside the house.

The house wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes but it wasn't the most beautiful house either. It kind of looked like an old farmhouse. The veranda went all the way around the house and on either side of the front door, unruly vines of Ivy hung like screens on the veranda. Other than that, it wasn't unkempt and it looked inviting. Trowa was the first one out and he stood looking at the house.

The fingers stopped playing the guitar and silenced the strings. The lone human occupant of the house looked up. Grey optics fixed on the front door. Some one was coming, but why?

"Trowa, where are you going?" Quatre asked, stepping out from the car. Trowa stopped and turned his head to look at the others.

"Just going to check it out," he replied, coolly and walked up to the house. He placed a hand on the doorknob and pushed it open. A grey cat ran from the open door and slinked through his legs, causing him to look down, as he saw the cat go running off the veranda and disappearing into the long grass. Pushing the door open further, he walked in, taking slow steps, as his forest green eyes scanned the interior of the house.

Aine stood behind the wall on one side of the doorway, someone was in her house, and she had to defend herself. She counted how many steps there was, she notice that they stopped, but whoever was making them was near.

Trowa took a few more steps and was in the kitchen doorway when a foot came flying at his face from nowhere. His lightning fast reflexes caused his hand to shoot up and grab the foot by the ankle. He looked to the legs' owner, surprised to see sun kissed brown locks and a pair of cold steel grey eyes ... and the face of a girl.

Fair skin, small nose, thin lips, delicate jaw line; her hair was cut in a way that it framed her face, pointing out her features.

She narrowed her eyes and, using the wall for support, she jumped and kicked him in the chest, sending him sprawling backwards into the hallway, which caused him to let go of her ankle. She fell to the ground herself, landing with a grunt. Trowa quickly recovered and walked to the kitchen, towering over her. She pushed herself up quickly and went to punch him, but again his reflexes came into play and he grabbed her wrist, then reached for the other one, pinning both of them above her head with one hand. Her eyes were still narrowed at him and he returned the same glare.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a cold voice. All her years alone made sure she didn't know how to act around other people.

"We're looking for a place to stay," he replied.

"Why here?" she asked, tone of voice softening slightly. "And who's 'we'?"

"Here is the only place around for miles," he replied, tightening his grip on her wrists, as she struggled to get free. She looked up to him and stopped struggling; there was just something about this boy. She felt his grip lessen and she swallowed slightly.

"What's in it for me," she asked, "if I let 'we' stay here?"

"What do you want?" was his reply. Answering a question with a question went nowhere fast.

"There's nothing that I need, nor want from you," she snarled.

"Don't be so sure," he replied, quietly. "Now, will you let us stay here or not?"

There was a prolonged silence, neither broke the fixated gaze that they had on each other.

"Fine," she said. "Just don't get in my way and don't expect me to come at your beckon

call."

They both looked at the sound of voices and the door opening. Aine felt as if she was going to regret letting them stay, why she agreed in the first place was beyond her, but there was something about the boy - there was a mysterious and persuasive aura about him. He let go of her wrists and looked back to her, as if to keep a sharp eye on her, thinking that she was going to pounce again.

"In here, guys..."

Duo, Quatre, Heero and Wufei all walked into the kitchen and looked to Aine. Wufei narrowed his eyes at her.

"Great, a weak onna," he said, Aine wanted nothing more than to pound Wufei into the ground. What kind of houseguests insulted their hostess?

"Or you can find somewhere else to park your asses," she shot back.

"Sorry about him, he's always like that," Quatre said, smiling kindly at her.

"Where's the grub? I'm starving!" Duo said before Quatre nudged him hard in the ribs.

"Uh, I mean, where do you keep your food?"

"Where do you usually keep food?" she asked, somewhat sarcastically.

"In the fridge! You're a genius, why didn't I think of that?" he replied, marching over to the fridge, making him right at home.

"Bedrooms are upstairs, bathroom is too--" she started, but paused, "if you'll excuse me..."

She pushed past Wufei and Quatre and went out to the doorway. She stopped and turned her head to look at them and said, "Oh, and try not to destroy anything while you're at it."

She disappeared from view, but Trowa saw her walk to the stairs and turn down the hallway that was next to them.

"What's her problem?" Duo asked, pulling his head from the fridge and closing the door.

"By the looks of things, she doesn't like visitors," Heero said, just as she walked back into the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow, before walking over to the table where her guitar was. She grabbed it and exited the kitchen again, not bringing herself, nor wanting to, to look at her houseguests.