The Missing Scenes from Gundam Seed

A/N: I'm a big Dearka x Miriallia fan and I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened between them. Thus was born this fanfic.

A/N: The following scene takes place during/after Phase 33. Miriallia visits Dearka's cell in the brig. He was moved there after the attacks on him in the infirmary. Dearka reveals that he was not the one who killed Tolle. Let the story continue….

"He was in a Sky Grasper."

"Sky Grasper?"

"A fighter plane. A blue and white one…"

He paused as he thought for a moment. "It wasn't me," he finally said as he lay back down on the cot.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he continued. "Hurry up if you're going to kill me."

His words stunned her for a moment. She was still looking at him when she spoke. "I… ….I don't want to kill you," she said.

Dearka sat up and leaned towards her, a puzzled look on his face. "Hmm?"

Miriallia continued. "I don't hate coordinators. One of my best friends is…" there she broke off. With a shake of her head she continued, "….was a coordinator."

"Was a coordinator?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"He's listed as MIA." She slowly turned away from him with her head lowered. "Listen, I came here….to….apologize……for earlier."

His eyes opened in surprise. Apologize? She was going to apologize for trying to kill him? "Not that she wasn't provoked or anything," he thought sheepishly. He remembered his words, and if he had known why she was crying, he would never have said them. He wasn't that insensitive!

But she wasn't finished. "I guess I snapped," she said softly. "I kept telling myself that Tolle would be found alive and everything would be ok. But when you said…..what you said," she said with a wince, "I knew it was true. He is gone." She sighed. "I guess I just lashed out." She raised her head and looked in his eyes. "You couldn't possibly have known. I'm sorry that I hurt you." She bowed to him with the final words of the apology.

Dearka was transfixed by the words of this girl, his eyes wide in disbelief. Here she was, humbly bowing before him, apologizing for her actions and acquitting him of all wrongdoing. Once again, as in the infirmary, he felt strangely touched by her. He stood and walked closer to the cell door. Without looking at her he said, "You…..you don't have to apologize to me."

She looked up in surprise. "Yes, I do!" she said with her eyes wide. Her eyes drifted to his bandaged head. "Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

It did hurt, but he just shrugged and said, "Not much." She already felt bad enough, he reasoned. He didn't want to add to it. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Look, I accept your apology. Please….please don't think of it anymore." He raised his eyes to her face.

She straightened at his reply and looked him straight in the eye. After a brief moment of silence, she said "Thank you," and turned to walk away. He caught the glint of tears in her eyes and thought it wise to say no more at this meeting. He heard her footsteps and the opening and closing of the door.

He stood still for a moment, not believing what had just transpired. Still in this state of disbelief he sat down on the bed. "What a strange girl," he thought. It was understandable that she would grieve for her boyfriend if he had just been killed. It was understandable, too, that she would want to poke his eyes out for belittling that grief, even if it were done unknowingly. But apologize for it? To the enemy?

Dearka considered what he had always thought of naturals. It was never complimentary. But this girl caused him to think differently. She may be a natural, but….there wasn't anything bad about that. Maybe she didn't have all the abilities that he had, but she really wasn't all that different.

He thought of the orders that he had followed blindly up until now. "Kill all naturals." He had always embraced that order without a second thought. Now it struck a discordant note inside him. He sat silently for a long time, deep in thought.