AN: hey its me again. This is my second fic so I hope you like it!
*_~ Lates~
Heero awoke in his dark room to a soft knock on the door. He turned to the digital clock on his nightstand, which read 6:05 pm. It was his naptime, and he needed some sleep. With some effort he sat up.
"Yea?! Come in!" He walked to door and opened it.
"Yes Mika, what is it?" he leaned on the doorway.
The little five-year-old blonde was thoughtful. "Um. Uh, I don't know daddy. But it was something really really important!" she assured him.
Heero just smiled. Mika wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed but he loved her more than life itself.
"When you find out, come and get me," He turned to go to bed, but was stopped by something desperately holding onto his leg.
"No!! Daddy no! Its so alone and I'm...I'm bored!!"
"Yeah? So? I'm tired. There, we're even," he just stood there with his daughter latched on his leg.
"But daddy! I don't want you to sleep! I want to play,"
"Mika," Heero said softly. "Do you want to do something with me? Is that why you don't want me to sleep?" she nodded. "How about you take a nap with me? C'mon."
"That's boring," she pouted.
"I'll let you bring Princess and all her lil' friends."
Mika's face lit up. "Really???" he nodded. "Ok!" she raced across the hall and into her room.
Heero sighed as he slowly walked to the bed, and sat on it knowing any second Mika would come in here with stuffed animals piled above her little head. And he was right, seconds later the lil' blonde stammered to the bed, falling into Heero's arms.
"Sorry, daddy," she tried to not laugh.
"It's alright sweetheart."
Five minutes and hundreds of stuffed animals later, Mika was finally settled. All of them were in their own place across the bed, but Mika made sure to leave her daddy some room to turn. This was actually not as long as usual. //Why of all times does Mika want attention? Why? Why? I can't just tell her to leave me alone, I'm all she's got vise versa.// Heero thought.
"Here daddy, Princess wants to sleep with you," she held out a soft purple cat with a crown, jewelry and wings.
"Thanks."
Heero waited until she was asleep to go to sleep himself. He turned to Princess and sighed, "What would we do without the lil scamp?" Minutes later he was fast asleep.
~*~
Heero rushed into the Preventers Headquarters/office, tie messed up and shirt unbuttoned. He had rough time waking Mika up and help get her ready for school, an even harder time talking her into getting out of the car. There was a big meeting for the new Preventers, and Heero had to give some information about what was going on in the colonies.
Meanwhile in the main business room, Noin, Lady Une, the four ex-gundam pilots, and some other new Preventers waited for his arrival. Quatre and Trowa a little conversation, occasionally being interrupted by Duo who was playing with pens making them explode. Wufei had a staring contest with the wall. Twenty minutes later, the wing pilot finally arrived.
"Sorry, I had some trouble getting to work," Heero said quietly.
"Heero," Lady Une said firmly. "This is the fourth time and I've been kind the past three. You should be fired. But the Preventers would die without you, so be thankful. If you were having trouble coming to work you should have said something," she added softly.
He just nodded and took his sit.
"It's not easy being a single parent, Heero."
"Yes, ma'am you and I both know."
"Heero don't talk that way to me, don't call me 'ma'am'." She turned to the three new recruits. "Mind you that rule only applies to him."
Duo pouted. " That ain't fair Une. Why does Hee-man get all the good rules?"
"Shut up Duo."
Heero glared at the American. "How many times have I told you NOT to call me, Hee-man, Hee-chan, anything other than Heero?"
The braided boy was thoughtful. "Hmm, hundred. Oh yea! There was that one time… I'm guessing around the area of a thousand."
"Close enough. I don't care how long we've known each other, don't call me that!" he leaned in, voice not higher than a whisper. "It's not as bad if you say that in private."
Noin cleared her throat, and began to discuss about the news. "What is going on in space right now? I've heard rumors about terrorists in L1."
Everyone gave her his attention.
"Rumor has it that the Muslim community in L1, are starting to question about the way the Earth rules the colonies. If the rest of the colony start to believe that and spread it to the others, we're…"
"Screwed," Duo finished.
"Yes, screwed. We need some way to find the terrorists and stop them dead in their tracks."
"So basically, if a strong leader shows up and takes them under his wing, we'd have a very serious situation on our hands. What they say is true then, history does repeat itself," Heero stated in his usual monotone.
"What will we do if that does occur? Most likely they'd want the other colonies to join them, and if they do the whole thing might result in war. And the gundams are destroyed, how will we fight them? Its only been what? Five? Six years after Mariemaea?" Quatre asked the most painful questions.
Everyone looked at each other, the same thought running their minds: What if? What would they do if there were war? Heero inwardly winced; he would be recruited for obvious reasons. But what about his daughter? What would she do?
"I'm guessing we need to send someone up to space to stop the Osoma bin Laden groupies?" Duo stated the obvious.
Lady Une nodded. "We need someone who is familiar with the colony. Someone who knows what he's doing," all eyes fell upon a Prussian blue eyed 22 year- old.
"No, I can't, I told you already," to Une. " The only missions I have is to turn in the paperwork on time. That is all."
"C'mon Heero, it wont be bad. You're a pro, and for god's sake an assassin! You can do this! If it makes you feel any better I'll come with," Duo proposed.
Heero instinctively frowned. The thought of being alone with annoying, chatterbox Duo made him want to run to the hills. "Gee, that makes me feel a whole better," he said sarcastically.
~*~
Heero awoke in his dark room to a soft knock on the door. He turned to the digital clock on his nightstand, which read 6:05 pm. It was his naptime, and he needed some sleep. With some effort he sat up.
"Yea?! Come in!" He walked to door and opened it.
"Yes Mika, what is it?" he leaned on the doorway.
The little five-year-old blonde was thoughtful. "Um. Uh, I don't know daddy. But it was something really really important!" she assured him.
Heero just smiled. Mika wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed but he loved her more than life itself.
"When you find out, come and get me," He turned to go to bed, but was stopped by something desperately holding onto his leg.
"No!! Daddy no! Its so alone and I'm...I'm bored!!"
"Yeah? So? I'm tired. There, we're even," he just stood there with his daughter latched on his leg.
"But daddy! I don't want you to sleep! I want to play,"
"Mika," Heero said softly. "Do you want to do something with me? Is that why you don't want me to sleep?" she nodded. "How about you take a nap with me? C'mon."
"That's boring," she pouted.
"I'll let you bring Princess and all her lil' friends."
Mika's face lit up. "Really???" he nodded. "Ok!" she raced across the hall and into her room.
Heero sighed as he slowly walked to the bed, and sat on it knowing any second Mika would come in here with stuffed animals piled above her little head. And he was right, seconds later the lil' blonde stammered to the bed, falling into Heero's arms.
"Sorry, daddy," she tried to not laugh.
"It's alright sweetheart."
Five minutes and hundreds of stuffed animals later, Mika was finally settled. All of them were in their own place across the bed, but Mika made sure to leave her daddy some room to turn. This was actually not as long as usual. //Why of all times does Mika want attention? Why? Why? I can't just tell her to leave me alone, I'm all she's got vise versa.// Heero thought.
"Here daddy, Princess wants to sleep with you," she held out a soft purple cat with a crown, jewelry and wings.
"Thanks."
Heero waited until she was asleep to go to sleep himself. He turned to Princess and sighed, "What would we do without the lil scamp?" Minutes later he was fast asleep.
~*~
Heero rushed into the Preventers Headquarters/office, tie messed up and shirt unbuttoned. He had rough time waking Mika up and help get her ready for school, an even harder time talking her into getting out of the car. There was a big meeting for the new Preventers, and Heero had to give some information about what was going on in the colonies.
Meanwhile in the main business room, Noin, Lady Une, the four ex-gundam pilots, and some other new Preventers waited for his arrival. Quatre and Trowa a little conversation, occasionally being interrupted by Duo who was playing with pens making them explode. Wufei had a staring contest with the wall. Twenty minutes later, the wing pilot finally arrived.
"Sorry, I had some trouble getting to work," Heero said quietly.
"Heero," Lady Une said firmly. "This is the fourth time and I've been kind the past three. You should be fired. But the Preventers would die without you, so be thankful. If you were having trouble coming to work you should have said something," she added softly.
He just nodded and took his sit.
"It's not easy being a single parent, Heero."
"Yes, ma'am you and I both know."
"Heero don't talk that way to me, don't call me 'ma'am'." She turned to the three new recruits. "Mind you that rule only applies to him."
Duo pouted. " That ain't fair Une. Why does Hee-man get all the good rules?"
"Shut up Duo."
Heero glared at the American. "How many times have I told you NOT to call me, Hee-man, Hee-chan, anything other than Heero?"
The braided boy was thoughtful. "Hmm, hundred. Oh yea! There was that one time… I'm guessing around the area of a thousand."
"Close enough. I don't care how long we've known each other, don't call me that!" he leaned in, voice not higher than a whisper. "It's not as bad if you say that in private."
Noin cleared her throat, and began to discuss about the news. "What is going on in space right now? I've heard rumors about terrorists in L1."
Everyone gave her his attention.
"Rumor has it that the Muslim community in L1, are starting to question about the way the Earth rules the colonies. If the rest of the colony start to believe that and spread it to the others, we're…"
"Screwed," Duo finished.
"Yes, screwed. We need some way to find the terrorists and stop them dead in their tracks."
"So basically, if a strong leader shows up and takes them under his wing, we'd have a very serious situation on our hands. What they say is true then, history does repeat itself," Heero stated in his usual monotone.
"What will we do if that does occur? Most likely they'd want the other colonies to join them, and if they do the whole thing might result in war. And the gundams are destroyed, how will we fight them? Its only been what? Five? Six years after Mariemaea?" Quatre asked the most painful questions.
Everyone looked at each other, the same thought running their minds: What if? What would they do if there were war? Heero inwardly winced; he would be recruited for obvious reasons. But what about his daughter? What would she do?
"I'm guessing we need to send someone up to space to stop the Osoma bin Laden groupies?" Duo stated the obvious.
Lady Une nodded. "We need someone who is familiar with the colony. Someone who knows what he's doing," all eyes fell upon a Prussian blue eyed 22 year- old.
"No, I can't, I told you already," to Une. " The only missions I have is to turn in the paperwork on time. That is all."
"C'mon Heero, it wont be bad. You're a pro, and for god's sake an assassin! You can do this! If it makes you feel any better I'll come with," Duo proposed.
Heero instinctively frowned. The thought of being alone with annoying, chatterbox Duo made him want to run to the hills. "Gee, that makes me feel a whole better," he said sarcastically.
~*~