Authors note – Looks like I'm finally making a comeback. Hopefully that is. I deleted most of my past fics because I really don't think they hit it off that well. Anyway, if you want any of my old fics back (highly doubtful) e-mail me at kawaii_midi@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer – Unfortunately for me, I don't own the wonderful saga of Gundam Wing, but I do love playing with them ^_^.

Dawn*Achilles

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  It was unreal…

She gasped for breath as she ran, her shimmering, blonde tresses fluttered elegantly in the wind, as the young women approached the young hero. Her eyes were a bright, crystal blue, radiating her love and devotion to the man that stood only feet away, the only man that could win her heart. The one who had in the end like always, protected her from harm.

It was too good to be real.

Surprise flashed across the mans features as he gazed at the women, he then in that moment of time realized he was destined to be with her since the day they had met. He twisted and dramatically collected her into his open arms, shaking as tears coursed down her cheeks. Both their chests heaved for air as they hugged each other tightly, as if the other would disappear if they didn't cling tight enough. The man ran a shaky calloused hand down the sides of her face, grazing her silken skin, before he carefully lowered his head down and pressed his mouth to her own. 

"I love you, Sarah"

…yea, that was about when she turned off the tv.

Relena sighed and glared daggers at her blank, black television. Of all the days she had off. Of all the days she had for herself, no meetings, no papers, no stress, no prissy-dimwitted little luncheons.

There was a 24-hour marathon… of Romantic classics.

It wasn't that she didn't like them. Hell, she was a helpless romantic sap at heart. It was just the point that this was her day off, and she was determined to enjoy it, not cry her eyes out over a sad little fictional romance where the guy always gets the girl and they live peachily ever after. No. That would just ruin her night. Not to mention give her puffy eyes for tonight and for tomorrow's conference…   

Gah, she was doing it again.

She flopped backwards onto her bed with a small bounce in aggravation. Here she was – a silly, sappy, romance junkie teenager, whom which the world trusted with its foreign affairs, by scaring off war with her peace speeches. She was a diplomat, an innocent face that had the 'peaceful, trustworthy, and powerful' look. She of all people was looked at with high standards and respect. She… of all people's 17-year-old opinion, was honored by elder representatives that gave their devotion to her young knowledge, as if it were law.

And then, after all the meetings, the paperwork, the stress, those prissy-dimwitted little luncheons. You know, the important grown-up stuff. She would ride back to the nearly empty Peacecraft mansion, and slowly let her diplomat face fall to reveal the little girl inside of her. Her private life and her political life were two totally different places of being. When she was at the mansion, she left the political life behind her, and when she was at her office, she left home behind her. It was the only way she was able to manage anymore, to keep sane and stay off the Prozac. The political life wasn't a place for naïve little girls to play. Believe it or not, politics can be quite nasty. Not just the press and the publicity itself, but also the dangers of the other politicians. If you're not careful and hold yourself up emotionally and physically, they'll drop you and leave you for dead faster then you can blink. That was why she held herself like this. As if she were two totally different people. When she was home, she would tend to let go of the whole day and watch her favorite sappy soap opera while huggling a worn teddy bear, read her favorite magazine in her pajamas, or treat herself to a good body boost with the creams, lotions, cucumbers, tweezers, nail polish… you know, the works. Whether people believed it or not, she was an actual teenager. She 'actually' had a life other then politics. And she was actually starting to squeeze her political life into her 'normal' one.

And on her birthday too.

Yeah, that's right. It was her 18th birthday. And where was she? At a party? No, not her. She was up in her room, hugging her bear and staring at a blank television and mopping over the irony of her own life, until her party that night. If you could even call it a party. There were going to be diplomats, and all those good high and noble people there, save for the gundam pilots and friends to join the boringness. She was excited to see everyone again; it was just the fact that they would be mixed in with her political guests. Then, her chances of being with them would be slim, because of her damn politeness and having to be such a good hostess, it would cut her time with her friends by the hours having to dance with all the elder diplomats. Hell, at least she got to get a glimpse at her friends while she was there. But did she regret what she was doing?

Nope, they'd be serving free munchies.

She raised an index finger to the side of her cheek, deep in though, as she squeezed her bear a bit tighter.

And maybe…

A blush crept onto her cheeks as she glanced down at her teddy bear. She blinked. Then blinked again. Then blinked one more time for the record. After finally realizing where her thoughts were going, her eyebrows furrowed in anger before she picked up the worn cotton and hurled it. She threw the bear with all her rage, remembering the face of the man that gave her the ragged doll, only to realize the bear then bounced and landed at the foot of her bed, as if to mock her attempt.

She pouted out her lower lip. "You think that's funny don't you?" She accused the brown clump, pointing her index finger in front of its nose. "Well… I got news for you 'buddy', It happens to be my birthday, and I've gone through the trouble of keeping you here on my comfy bed for one year. To think that I, Relena Dorlian kept a lowlife, useless cotton thing like you on my nice floral sheets." She turned her cheek to the ungrateful one, whom she shared her bed with and continued. "You should respect a lady you know, after all, I've taken care of you after that jerk left you sitting on my flight seat expecting me to take care of you." She hmphed and raised an eyebrow at the bear, as if expecting an answer for his actions.

And for the first time ever

One of Relena Dorlian's speeches

Went in one ear…

…and out the other.

She really wasn't expecting an answer from the thing mind you, but nonetheless – it helped to calm her nerves and keep her sane.

 'Oh yes Relena, talking to a stuffed bear is very sane.' she thought sarcastically. Relena grumbled, and then gave a lame attempted of a glare to the worn object. A weak glare that would never match up to the damn things owner… his stupid, jerk like, cold, handsome, completely gorgeous glare…

She would have gotten mad at herself for thinking such things. But in that moment her heart turned into a chunk of lead and fell, only to reveal the bittersweet memories of Heero. She often joked about him to herself. She even tried convincing herself that she hated him. But, nothing worked in the end. It's strange though, how she had to fall for someone like him. She could of gone for your average Joe, your jock, your sporty kind of guy, another politician, or some rich celeb. But oh no, not Relena Dorlian.

She had to go and fall for the unattainable emotionless freak. Lucky her right?

She snickered. Yea… lucky her. She hadn't seen hide or hair of him ever since the final war when she had taken him to Sally after he had collapsed. Although, it was only a year ago, it still hurt not being close to him…even if he wasn't really hers. It hurt too, knowing that society wouldn't let her be close to him without ruining her career. Seeing teenagers her own age have romantic walks on the beach with their lovers, cuddling, and stealing kisses. It was enough to make a girl reach her limit, ya know? Especially knowing how most of the other gundam pilots were creating their own love stories too. Duo and Hilde, Quatre and Dorothy, her brother and Noin…

But nooo, not her.

She often wondered if he would ever come back to her. Something romantic and soap opera like. A girl can dream right? She often came up with sappy little love stories about her and Heero after watching some cheap romance flick. The kind of stuff that you just can't help but wonder 'what if?' and end up coming up with the best damn romance story in your head that you swear could make you a world-famous romance novelist. Like…oh…let's say … the one where he would arrive into one of her dull round colony trip conferences on top of a white broad steed.

Ok… maybe the horse was too much. But, it sounded romantic at the time.

Then ride heroically over to her side and profess his undying love for her, how he thought she was the most gorgeous woman he'd laid eyes on, how she amazed him with every one of her smiles and tears, how he loved her hair, and how much of a complete dumbshit he was for not realizing these facts sooner. After professing everything to her, he'd scoop her up and kiss her passionately before riding off to Vegas to marry and have some hot wild sex.

 As if, right?

She smiled down sadly at the bear as she continued to ponder. Sure it was silly to think such things. It might have helped when she thought it all up, but afterward it just threw the facts right back in her face that they wouldn't be together. The fact that she was a politician and he was a high ranking and respected officer for the Preventers. The fact that her past and present life was the compete opposite of his.

The bitter fact that he didn't give a damn about her and she loved him to the death.

She tried to glare at the bear again, but instead her face crumple up in pain before she grabbing the bear back up and crushed it to her chest in a death-grip hug. It was times like these that she gave a good cry. And 9/10 percent of the time it was over him.

And 8/10 times she would end up giving Hilde a ring to come over.

She sighed and bit her lip before reaching over and grabbing her phone.

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I didn't expect to not finish this and make it a chapter thingy, but I just couldn't stop writing ^_^. So yea, no one shot here. Hopefully I'll hurry my ass up and make chapter 2 soon.

~Dawn