Summary: It all started with the face on the milk carton. Athrun Zala, future chairman of PLANT, finds himself in quite a predicament after finding a golden haired person that he had seen on the milk carton! What's worse is that she has amnesia and does not remember a thing! As a caring person, Athrun does what he thinks is right but what really waits for Athrun Zala when his story unfolds?

I know, crappy summary but just read it.

Disclaimer-It may seem like I own or copied from the movie and book 'Face on the Milk Carton', but this story has nothing to do with that copyrighted work so don't sue me o.o. I just used the title because it fits this story's beginning. If you've seen the movie-which I will shortly and later read the book, I am not taking anything from the rightful author Caroline B. Cooney and claiming it as my own. So basically I don't own the title 'The Face on the Milk Carton'. I don't own Gundam Seed/Destiny either. I do own my characters like Julia and etc others that will be shown later in the story.

-Author's note below story, scroll all the way down.

The Face on the Milk Carton

Chapter 1

A handsome blue haired stranger sat with his arms folded and face looking quite stern; it was his first time flying to ORB and he hadn't expected it to be much of anything except a painless flight. Too bad his expectations were spoilt. After the endless taunting waves of turbulence, he had built a type of immunity to them and vowed never to fly with this company again if it was the last thing he was going to do-he really did wish that he would at least be able to make this trip in one piece.

"Excuse me sir, would like a carton of warm milk to calm your nerves? You seem awfully startled and all from the turbulence we've been facing for the last two hours…" A woman dressed in hostess clothes asked the man gently. She could tell he was not quite used to the amount of turbulence they had been facing during the trip. The red haired hostess had vowed that she would make all her future passengers feel comfortable during a flight when she first joined the rigorous career as an airhostess. She had heard too many complaints about fellow hostesses from people, the media, and a number of sources and she did want to change the way people perceived her when she was in uniform. Her name was Julia and she would unknowingly start the destiny that was entwined with two individuals for eternity.

Julia would do what she could.

Athrun Zala, the future Chairman of PLANT, looked up at the pretty eyed hostess. Her name clip that was attached to her vest said 'Julia'. She did not seem to be the type to make fun of him because he was having a hard time adjusting, and that was what eventually made Athrun answer the kind hostess.

"…Um, sure. I just hope that the turbulence doesn't hit while I'm drinking or there is no guarantee I'll be able to drink it all or that I'll be able to keep it down…" He chuckled nervously to himself. Julia giggled herself and then responded intently. "Don't worry, if any of those events happen, the mess will be taken care of. You should just try to relax a bit, Sir." She handed him a small carton of milk, which did not seem the slightest bit expired or anything of the sort. Athrun was amazed, usually he thought dairy foods could not survive on planes for such times but this milk did not reek or anything at all.

Before he took a sip, he gazed at the carton reading its labels. It was a habit he had acquired when he was in Medical school. A particular teacher had always stressed that one should always watch what has been put in his food to prevent illness. After hearing this, Athrun always looked through his food for nutrition labels before he bought or ate the food. Sure it annoyed Lacus, his ex-fiancé, but he wanted to make sure that nothing in their food would the slightest bit hurt them.

"You are what you eat…" roamed around Athrun's head while he looked at the carton but that mantra was nearly forgotten when he saw a face. The face had a beautiful looking woman. She seemed to be a couple years younger than him. Unfortunately the last things he had read on the carton before another eruption of turbulence struck the plane was the word 'Missing'. The carton had flown out of his hands and had disappeared under a seat. Athrun wanted to get the carton back to help a little bit for the spilled milk but his efforts were futile.

The other passengers were in chaos. A baby screamed while an old man was jerked up from his sleep yelling at everyone. No one of course could individually hear these rants other than Athrun who seemed to be in the middle of all this inconvenience. Everyone was yelling or complaining about his or her issues and the hostesses were trying desperately to help calm everyone down. He saw Julia still looking quite calm while she settled down a few passengers in the front. Athrun wondered how she had so much power and focus during this pandemic while he was struggling with himself about some stupid turbulence. She reminded him of someone, someone familiar to him.

Athrun stood standing and thought about who Julia reminded him so strongly of. Then it hit him, it was Lacus. Lacus Clyne, his former fiancé and singing sensation for the people of PLANTS. Without her, chaos would ensue in PLANT, but her comforting words and actions had helped PLANT in a mother/child relationship. She was a big idol even now, after three years passed when Chairman Dullindal caused scandals and unethical decisions while in office. There was a big uproar when this happened and a civil war was about to break out. He, Athrun was there and he had helped to stop it. He wasn't publicized for his efforts as much as Lacus was, but he didn't want to be at the time just because Lacus could reach to all those people in chaos and help lull them.

A frown appeared on Athrun's face. He remembered when and why they had broken the arranged marriage that was set by their parents before their birth. It was raining that day since they were on Earth. The forecasters had said a high level hurricane was approaching and that the long term effects would be irreversible for the most part, if lady luck was not on their side… She had found someone that she could relate more to, more to Kira Yamato, his best friend and fellow war hero than himself. It wasn't that Athrun was sad that the engagement was broken off, he was really happy for Lacus and Kira but he felt even emptier inside. He, Athrun was now even more alone in this world than words could describe but he would bury that emotion with piles of work that needed urgent attention. That was that, Kira and Lacus Yamato were happily married one year ago on the day peace was once again brought to PLANT. He had brought them a deed for a rather large house, a mansion, for their wedding present, the same mansion that his happily married grandparents had lived in till they had passed away. He had no use for it, and he was sure that Lacus and Kira would be happy in it for all eternity.

Suddenly a blare emerged from the speakers that were scattered around the plane. "Ahoy passengers! Sorry for the turbulence you guys back there felt so badly. Jim and I were taking shots while steering the plane-if any of you were wondering what was the cause of all that turbulence… No no, I'm just kidding, really folks I am. We were just experiencing some effects from supposedly the 'worst hurricane of the year' and that's why your flight was a bit rocky. Anyway, please fasten your seatbelts because we are going to be landing in a minute. Again, sorry for everything and I imagine you won't be flying to ORB again on this plane so hope things go better for you folks! This is your pilot Andy Waltfeild reporting…" The transmission was cut and everyone had quieted down just enough to hear the whole announcement their pilot had made. Soon enough, everyone was buckled down and grinning. Athrun assumed they were as happy as him to be getting off this adventure soon. He himself couldn't agree with everyone more.

A yellow taxi dropped off the same Athrun that had survived through bad turbulence except the difference with him now was that he seemed more calm and stable. His was of good stature height-wise and was sporting a tight but lean muscle build and you could tell because of his soaked clothes. The rain before the actually hurricane was hitting everyone and it seemed no one was safe except when they were under some covered housing of a sort.

The blue haired man would be in a hotel right now but the hotel had made a reservation error and had had no space available for Athrun or any other new customers. So he, the great strategist, Athrun Zala was wet and without a place to spend the hurricane away but he wasn't out of luck. There were rumors between the bellhops that there was another hotel on the other side of the city. A rather nice and large hotel that had plenty of rooms available which was because only people of high status only checked in. He had silently thanked the heavens for this new piece of news and had ordered a taxi to take him to the other side of town and here he was.

Athrun started walking on the cold and wet pavement when he dropped his luggage in shock. A woman with blonde hair was sprawled across the concrete, something looked familiar about her as if he had seen her photo somewhere before earlier... Athrun ignored his thoughts and examined her quickly. She didn't seem to have any open wounds with blood showing, she just seemed unconscious. Her soaking wet body did not show any sign of ailment except that this woman could have either been dead here for a while or unconscious. Athrun had run up to her after forgetting about his dropped luggage. Since he was a top doctor, he checked her pulse and her forehead, which was starting to get cold and losing its warmth. She was alive but barely it seemed and very much out of place. She needed a warm place to stay and dry off in; she could not stay here for if she did she would die! He immediately without a second thought carried her quickly bridal style with his luggage on tow to the nearby hotel. Worry was showing itself on Athrun's face and he couldn't help but silently pray in his heart that she would make it out of this all right. Because if she didn't, he knew he would never forgive himself even after all he did. That was just how he was, a caring and passionate person with good intentions even if his body expression lacked it at times while he was around those he cared about, it was his personality and it made the people of PLANT want him to be the next Chairman.

He finally entered the hotel lobby soaking but more importantly looking for someone at the front desk. Athrun ran with the woman in his arms to the counter and hurriedly took out bills that exacted to around 500 ORB currencies and grabbed a random key from a rack and shot off again. The bellhops just stared at the speeding figure and snickered when they saw him carrying a young beauty bridal style. "Looks like someone wants to do it at time like this…" "Who blames them, there's nothing better to do when this hurricane strikes." "Ah, that you are right!"

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A/N: This story is just something I thought of and spent my whole Sunday evening (instead of packing for school) writing up. I don't know how anyone will like it, but all kinds of reviews are accepted-if I even get any that is. The summary was crappy and if you think the story was too I'm sorry ; from the bottom of my heart. And if you found too many errors cause I only wrote this and posted it then tell me and maybe you can be my editor? Good job if you made it this far...o.o;

Gee…what a crappy author's note too --;;

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