Full summary: Heero and Relena have parted ways, after she wanted to pursue a higher political career and he wanted to escape the public's eye. They parted on bad terms, but when a new threat arises, will they be able to put aside the argument and work together? HY x RP

Somewhere I Belong

Prologue

By Miguela

Heero sighed as he walked down the street towards his apartment. He'd just gotten off work for the day, working at the local Preventers building, creating security systems for the Preventers. His computer hacking abilities and Gundam pilot training also came in handy when on missions.

Heero jammed his hands in his pockets as he remembered when Lady Une had hired him; he had just moved to colony L1 – X24984 and was short on money. Since he didn't have anything of value that he was willing to part with for a few measly meals, and with work scarce on the old, rundown colony, money was short and hard to come by. He had managed to snag a job with a small computer technology company, making software for them. It didn't pay very well, considering the amount of time and effort that went into each program, but it paid for his meals and lodging, but not much more than that.

Then, one day, Lady Une decided to expand the L1 Preventers branch to include X24984 because of the amount of space available and the job rate very low on this particular colony as well as the crime, which was skyrocketing. It didn't take long for the Preventers to set up headquarters in an old warehouse and start recruiting people. He'd been walking by the building, marvelling at how they had patched up the rusting metal roof and the rotting wooden walls, when Lady Une walked out. He swore on that day that she had known that he had taken up residence on the old colony, and had extended the L1 branch to this old colony just so that she could recruit him into her service. Whatever her intentions were, she had recognized him, despite the changes that his features had undergone in the year that they hadn't spoken.

They had exchanged pleasantries there, in front of headquarters, as she steered the conversation towards employment. She had said that out of all the recruits that she had interviewed on the colony, none were qualified to be chief administrator of the new facility.

"They're all rookies," she had said, "Some with combat experience, but none with the leadership capabilities needed for the job." She had sighed, shaking her head, tucking an envelope under her arm. "And none of the other officers from the neighbouring colony wanted to transfer here."

"It really is a shame," he had said in his deep voice, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep after completing a program in record time earlier that day. He was tiered, of all the useless work and nothing to eat.

"I have it!" she had proclaimed then, her eyes shining. "You could be the administrator; you have all the qualifications, and since I'm the one who appoints each administrator for each branch, I already know you're more than qualified for the position."

"I already have a job," he had stated in monotone. "I have to go now." He had brushed past her, continuing his walk home.

"Are you sure that you want to continue working for thieving dogs like Tech Corp.?" she had asked. "When you could be doing more important things, like keeping an eye on a certain politician?" He had stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face her.

"And you're sure that no one will recognize me?" he had asked, meaning his identity as a Gundam pilot.

"My lips are sealed," she had said.

He had smiled faintly and had accepted the offer. That was three years ago. Now he was making more money than he had been previously, though that hardly mattered to him. He was able to keep an eye on Relena from afar, using his position as Lt. Commander to his advantage, by using the Preventer database to track her movements, read up on the bodyguards assigned to watch over her, and see how she was faring in life. He was always looking out for her well being, even if she herself never knew.

Relena… Just thinking about her, her slim figure, her bright smile, her powerful statements that brought the public to adore her, made his heart ache in loneliness, a void in his soul that was only filled when he was in her presence. He'd refrained from thinking of her for so long that he had forgotten how much it hurt to be separated from her by miles and miles of space and earth.

He shook his head to rattle the depressing thoughts loose. He would not sink back into a depression like he had three years ago. He'd gotten on with his life just as she had. He would be content watching over her from afar. They were not meant to be together, and it would stay that way.

In no time at all, he reached his apartment in the rural part of the colony which was once a dope town. He was glad to see that during the three years of the department's existence, his branch of the Preventers had cleaned up the colony of drug dealers and mob controlling. The population had swelled, with new housed built and the old ones made presentable. Even so, he knew there was much work to be done with the small amount of jobs and the many repairs still to be made on the other parts of the colony.

His apartment building was an older one, fixed up nicely over the years. It wasn't the nicest, for there were nicer ones on the other side of town, but it was cosy enough for his tastes, with nice neighbours and a decent neighbourhood.

He rang for the elevator, which promptly appeared with an elderly couple exiting and giving him a greeting. He bowed his head lightly in acknowledgement and continued into the waiting elevator, pushing the button for the third floor. Leaning back against the wall of the elevator, he let his thoughts drift yet again, running over the details of the day and the reports that had to be completed on the recent missions.

There was a steady stream of hate mail, from the colonies as well as earth, that was sent to his branch which showed some people's dislike of the massive drug busts on X24984 and their hate of the Gundam pilots. Though his real identity was never revealed, he took the letters as a personal insult, though his spirits lifted when they received an e-mail from a little girl that thanked the Gundam pilots for stopping the war for peace. He had secretly sent the e-mail to his own personal address to lift his spirits when he felt depressed.

The elevator doors slid open and he went to unlock his door, hoping for a good meal, a shower and some rest, but it never happened that night.

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