Title: Generations

Author: Madilayn

E-Mail: R

Fandom: Battle of the Planets

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Summary: History repeats itself when Mark is forced to leave his wife for a secret mission. When he returns, he has to reconcile the years and changes he finds

Disclaimer: Battle of the Planets & Gatchaman are owned by Tatsunko & Sandy Frank. I make no money out of this.

Chapter 1

He hadn't slept. Couldn't sleep. Knowing that tonight was the last night he would spend with the woman beside him. A woman he had loved for what seemed like all his life – and who had been his wife for less than a year.

Knowing what he had to do, he had tried to sear her essence into his body. How she looked, tasted, smelled. What it felt like to make love with her. The feel of her around him, under him, joinedto him – as close as two humans could be.

It had been wonderful – the best sex ever, their orgasm's stronger than ever, both crying their love, their desire.

And he had felt her confusion as he locked his mind against her soft entry. It was that that hurt more than anything, but he knew that once she was in his mind, she would know everything.

And that, he had been told, was forbidden.

Nobody must know. Complete and utter secrecy, and he now had to disappear like the white shadow he had been nicknamed.

He looked at the woman sleeping beside him and gently traced the line of her mouth, his own mouth following his finger as he gently kissed her, knowing that it would be the last time he could do that. Knowing he had to leave her and that they would both be alone.

He felt tears well up in his eyes as he felt her mouth move under his and he hastily ended the kiss, making sure that she was still sleeping.

It was time. He couldn't delay any longer now. Dressing swiftly, he paused once more at the door to gaze at her. His wife. Two simple words were still able to fill him with such joy, and he regretted even more what he was doing.

But it was his duty. He had no choices.

Or so he had been told.

He closed the door on her, and left the small apartment they called home and walked downstairs to the street, towards two men standing next to a nondescript car.

He looked with bitterness at them. "It would seem that history does repeat itself," he said, his voice heavy with a sarcasm that he had learnt to use from another. "The only thing I'm glad about is that it's not me who'll have to explain to her." He drew himself up, every inch the Eagle he was. "But let me make this quite clear – I am formally objecting to this secrecy. If it's so important, then the whole team should be part of it." He turned to the man in glasses. "You're the one that instilled that in us. Never alone. Always let one of the team know where you are at all times." He shrugged. "But then, you've heard this before, haven't you?"

The other man, the one in the red uniform reached out a hand and placed it on the younger man's shoulder. "Mark, it is hard. But you've always known that being what – who – you are means that sometimes you have to do things that you don't like."

Mark shrugged the hand off his shoulder and got into the car. "I never was ordered to do something that makes me feel this filthy."

The car pulled away, and he looked back at the darkened building. He could feel her, that glorious singing in his veins that he had always felt when she was near. In his mind, he could feel the sleeping presence of the others as well. And his heart broke as he knew that his actions tonight were severing ties of a lifetime.

This time, he had done the unforgivable.

He was abandoning G-Force.