Okay, so I know I just started a GW fanfic, but I just thought of this and I like it better, and I can't get the idea out of my head.

Please review, because I won't know what to think about it, if I should continue or not…

Crushed

Shoving the door open with one hand, she thrust little Caleb through with the other. Once she had locked the door behind her she swooped down, picked up the little four-year-old and started running again, her feet slapping the tiled mosaic beneath her feet. Looking down she knew she'd never forget the long red dragon that seemed to run endlessly down the corridor to the final room and the exit.

Thankfully her little boy stayed silent the whole time. He was breathing hard, and his dark brown messy hair tousled with the wind, but his mouth was set and his wide azure blue eyes, just like hers, were the only thing that betrayed his fear. Caleb was strong, just like his mama. Oh, how she loved him for that.

His grip on her should was like steel, and as she reached the next set of doors, his tiny voice was reassuring in her ear. "Don't worry Mama, Daddy will save us." The whisper was shaky, but he meant it, and every few minutes he would repeat it.

Reaching the next set of doors, she set him down, thrust it open, and reached for him again. "Don't worry baby, I know he will." And she smiled at him, putting all her heart into it, forcing hope into each and every word.

Heero would save her, he always did. He was her savior, her soldier, her lover, and her husband. He and Caleb were what kept her going when she thought everything was lost. But she was strong too, and she was proud. She was a Peacecraft, and the Vice Foreign Minister of the Earth Nation. She had to do her best, for herself, and for her child.

Entering the final step to freedom, she heaved a sigh of relief. It was almost over, they were almost safe. There was no exit sign, only a small door that looked like it led to a utility closet. This was her building, the World Negotiations Center in Holland, and this was exit only she knew about, besides the Preventors. It was purposefully left out of all building floor plans, and led into a neighbor's backyard. If it led into an alley, people would get suspicious, so Heero had insisted on it being the way it was. He was the one who instructed her on how to escape to this point, drilling her endlessly. He truly was her guardian angel.

The room was purposefully stacked full of furniture and other odds and ends, to make it look like a supply room. After she wound around the junk, she reached the door. Settling Caleb on one hip, she reached up to the small handle, and pulled down twice, the release. It didn't spring open.

It's supposed to spring open. Don't panic.

She heard a helicopter off in the distance and tried the handle again. If they didn't see her outside, they would circle around and leave, thinking she'd found another way to leave. On the third try the handle snapped off. Further inspection revealed that it had rusted off. How had that happened? Well, the building was six years old…

The helicopter roared overhead, and she listened to the pattern. Suddenly she knew something was wrong. It had stopped, hovering mid-air, instead of circling. This wasn't aid that had come. They weren't here for her.

She looked around the room, looking for some sort of cover. This reminded her of the time six years ago with Mariemaia, when the building had collapsed. That time she had been lucky, and she had been in the basement. This time, well, she needed to find cover and fast.

She looked around franticly for a bathtub or a table, and found nothing. The best she could come up with was a pile of matresses and another pile of boxes that created a sort of inclosure in one corner, big enough to fit her and her baby inside. That would have to do. She would be the table that would protect Caleb. No way could she let him die.

Setting him down and ushering him over to the corner she made him lie down on his stomach. Then she told him to close his eyes.

"Now Caleb, honey, Mama's gonna play a game with you" He peeked an eye open, and she forced a smile for him. "Close your eyes again, there. That's a good boy. Okay, Mama's gonna make a bridge over you! And there's gonna be lots of noise outside, but no matter what your hear, no matter what happens, I need my Caleb to be a strong boy and not open your eyes, ok love?" She bent down over him, protecting the one thing she and Heero had crated, the thing she loved most in her life.

He kept his eyes squeezed shut. And nodded his head up and down. Her dark blond hair tumbled into his unruly mop, and she pulled her chin into her chest.

"Moma, don't worry, Daddy's will save us"

Tears came to her eyes. Quickly, she ducked down and kissed him on his round little forehead, then came back up to guard him.

She heard the hellicopter back away, and just as she started to relax a little, there was an explosion the rocked the whole building. All eight floors of it. The room quaked, and some furniture fell over. A second later another explosion hit, and this time the ceiling buckeled.

As drywall rained down on her body, larger chuncks started to crash around her. She wanted to shake, she wanted to tremble, but she held strong.

At least, until the large section overhead caved in, bearing down on them.

She felt it coming, and sending a prayer for her son, Relena Peacecraft wispered quietly, "I love you, baby."

And then it crushed her.

Heero dug through thr rubble with grim determintation. She had to be here somewhere, she had to be okay, she always was. Relena was strong, as strong as he was, wasn't she? Hadn't she proven that over and over again? She would be okay, he just had to find her.

Finally he reached the corner where some matresses were covered in ceiling and dust, and he pulled them aside with a grunt. It was the last of the room she promised him she would be in. She had to be here.

Moving aside more boxes and matresses he finally reached a very large piece of drywall that had come down, at an angle, creating a kind of crawl space. Hope lit in his eyes as he used the last of his strength to move it aside.

Underneath he found what he was looking for. Relena, his wife. And Caleb, his beloved son. Neither of them were moving, and he was scared to touch them. Caleb was lying in the center, on his stomach, in a dusty white jumper with little sailboats all over it. His eyes were closed, his little nose straight and rounded at the tip like Relena's, and his mouth was soft and opened slightly, red lips pouting. He slept in that position, and he always opened his mouth like that.

Heero smiled as he registered that his boy was unhurt, and his chest was rising and falling steadilly. Other than a few scrapes, he was completely unhurt. It was a miracle.

Then he turned his attention to his wife, and the small smile vanished. She was knocked over on her side, curled around Caleb. Her formal jacket was torn in many places and she bled through the fabric. Her legs were equally scratched and one of them bent in an unimaginably painful direction.

Finally he drew his attention to her once beautiful face. Blood ran down her cheek from her forehead, and pooled on the floor. Her eyes were closed and her lip was bloody, as if she had bitten through it in pain. Her long blond hair was sprawled across the floor in an arc, and the sun that shone on it made it look like gold, but there were spots of already drying blood on her scalp.

Tears welled in the stoic mans eyes. She couldn't be dead, she always, always lived.

With shaking hands he reached down and checked her pulse. It was beating, but it was slow, sluggish from the blood loss. Thankfully he had called an ambulance on his way here.

Picking up his sleeping child with one arm, he genltly laid his wife's head in hid lap with the other. Relief flooded through him when he heard the sirens off in the distance, and even more so when Relena's eyes fluttered open. They were clouded but she at least she wasn't comatose.

"Oh… thank you sir" She smiled weakly up at him. "You have such a beautiful child… did you save me?"

She paused for a moment, bewilderment in her eyes.

"Do I know you…?" Shock was keeping her from feeling pain, but suddenly she looked very afraid. "Who, who are you!" Reaching up a weak arm she tried to push him away, only to pass out from the effort.

Heero stopped breathing, stopped thinking.

Relena couldn't remember anything.

Thank you for reading! Please review so I know if I should continue or not!