Disclaimer: I don't own GW or "Once Upon A December." and this is my first songfic [that's the right word, right?]. Just to clear something up, I use Trowa's *real* name in here. sorry about it being so crappy, but the notepad messes it up.
' = Thoughts
" = Something said.
*~* = Song
Dancing Bears
*~* Dancing bears painted wings…*~*
Trowa sat in his gundam, staring at the self-detonation switch. He was out of ammo, no backup and more troops were arriving. His fingers hovered over it. 'Should I press it? It's the best way to destroy the rest of this base…'
*~* Things I almost remember…*~*
His fingers shook and he looked outside. Trowa stared at the softly falling snow, and he began to remember…The past that wouldn't stay buried. It came back every time he saw the snowfall…
*~* And a song someone sings…*~*
Trowa heard singing and he looked around. Everything had gone black; in the distance he saw a glowing white light…and heard someone singing softly. A song he knew well, a lullaby that haunted him…
*~* Once upon a December. *~*
He shivered as the vision of snow falling surrounded him. Trowa heard someone softly crying…A little boy, crying in the snow. He knew him…and he was part of him…a little boy that was hidden deep inside of Trowa, someone Trowa didn't want to come out…but even as he watched, for every tear that came from his younger self, he shed one himself.
*~* Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm…*~*
His mother came and wrapped her arms around the crying young Trowa. He stopped and looked up at her, she smiled. The older Trowa watched from a distance as his mother led his younger self to a sleigh, for a ride…
*~* Figures dancing gracefully… *~*
As the images faded in to blackness, Trowa's eyes blurred with tears. 'Mother, I miss you.' He reached for the button that would end it all. Startled by an explosion behind him, he turned. Duo was fighting off some M.S.'s.
"Hey buddy!" Duo's voice came through the com-link. "Need some help?"
"Duo, I'm self-detonating. Stand back."
"Trowa, are you nuts?!"
"Stand back, Duo." Trowa had made up his mind; he pushed the fatal button. 'Mother, Father, Sis…I'm coming…'
*~* Across my memory…*~*
Trowa saw white, then fell into blackness. He felt himself being lifted up and before him, floated his mother. She was now an angel with whitish-gold wings.
"Mother…" He started, she looked at him sadly.
"You cannot stay, Triton. It is too early for you."
"But Mother…" She shook her head, then hugged Trowa.
'Just like I remembered, warm and comforting…' then his mother was gone, and he was left alone in the cold, dark, blackness.
*~* And a song, someone sings…*~*
Trowa stirred and opened his eyes. He was looking at the hospital ceiling, then moved his head slightly to see around. His fellow pilots were all asleep in their chairs. Duo had his head tilted backwards and was snoring; Heero had his arms crossed and head bowed. Quatre was near to the wall and was resting his head against it, and all he could see of Wufei were his feet. Trowa looked over the side of the bed to find him half on the chair, half off. Trowa smiled and looked out the window at the falling December snow, and began humming a lullaby, from so long ago…
*~* Once upon a December. *~*
' = Thoughts
" = Something said.
*~* = Song
Dancing Bears
*~* Dancing bears painted wings…*~*
Trowa sat in his gundam, staring at the self-detonation switch. He was out of ammo, no backup and more troops were arriving. His fingers hovered over it. 'Should I press it? It's the best way to destroy the rest of this base…'
*~* Things I almost remember…*~*
His fingers shook and he looked outside. Trowa stared at the softly falling snow, and he began to remember…The past that wouldn't stay buried. It came back every time he saw the snowfall…
*~* And a song someone sings…*~*
Trowa heard singing and he looked around. Everything had gone black; in the distance he saw a glowing white light…and heard someone singing softly. A song he knew well, a lullaby that haunted him…
*~* Once upon a December. *~*
He shivered as the vision of snow falling surrounded him. Trowa heard someone softly crying…A little boy, crying in the snow. He knew him…and he was part of him…a little boy that was hidden deep inside of Trowa, someone Trowa didn't want to come out…but even as he watched, for every tear that came from his younger self, he shed one himself.
*~* Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm…*~*
His mother came and wrapped her arms around the crying young Trowa. He stopped and looked up at her, she smiled. The older Trowa watched from a distance as his mother led his younger self to a sleigh, for a ride…
*~* Figures dancing gracefully… *~*
As the images faded in to blackness, Trowa's eyes blurred with tears. 'Mother, I miss you.' He reached for the button that would end it all. Startled by an explosion behind him, he turned. Duo was fighting off some M.S.'s.
"Hey buddy!" Duo's voice came through the com-link. "Need some help?"
"Duo, I'm self-detonating. Stand back."
"Trowa, are you nuts?!"
"Stand back, Duo." Trowa had made up his mind; he pushed the fatal button. 'Mother, Father, Sis…I'm coming…'
*~* Across my memory…*~*
Trowa saw white, then fell into blackness. He felt himself being lifted up and before him, floated his mother. She was now an angel with whitish-gold wings.
"Mother…" He started, she looked at him sadly.
"You cannot stay, Triton. It is too early for you."
"But Mother…" She shook her head, then hugged Trowa.
'Just like I remembered, warm and comforting…' then his mother was gone, and he was left alone in the cold, dark, blackness.
*~* And a song, someone sings…*~*
Trowa stirred and opened his eyes. He was looking at the hospital ceiling, then moved his head slightly to see around. His fellow pilots were all asleep in their chairs. Duo had his head tilted backwards and was snoring; Heero had his arms crossed and head bowed. Quatre was near to the wall and was resting his head against it, and all he could see of Wufei were his feet. Trowa looked over the side of the bed to find him half on the chair, half off. Trowa smiled and looked out the window at the falling December snow, and began humming a lullaby, from so long ago…
*~* Once upon a December. *~*