DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon or Tokyo or a Satellite
in space or a Gundam or Magic powers or anything of that nature. Isn't that
just the saddest thing you ever heard?
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"Log 420189. Subject Specimen is reacting well to G-Forces. Resistances to pain are moving accordingly. Physical conditions during periods of stress have improved amazingly. Subject Specimen is currently recuperating from today's centrifuge experiment."
Dr. J stood up from the computer console where he did his daily log on the specimen. Soon, he thought. Only a few more years of training and they would be ready. Hopefully, they would not be too later.
Walking the passageways, he slowly (with the use of his cane and leg braces) made his way to the infirmary to check on the subject specimen.
He stopped at the door and looked inside where the good medical doctor was tending to the patient. The doctor was giving the specimen a shot in the arm before she felt a pair of eyes (or goggles rather) on her. Finishing with the boy on the bed, she turned her attention to the man at the door. "Dr J."
"Dr. Mizuno." He acknowledged her in return as he walked further into the room. "How is my specimen doing?" He asked to blue haired doctor before him who seemed content to try and ignore him.
"He's fine. Should be fully recovered by tomorrow afternoon after I run a full check up on him." She looked at the medical chart in her hand and then at the quiet boy lying on the bed. "I really wish you would give him a name. I hate calling him Subject Specimen."
"I am raising a soldier, Dr. Mizuno. Not a boy." Dr. J said firmly and without resolve. Of course he didn't like having to do this anymore than she did. But he would damn well do it. It was easier when he didn't know the child on an intimate level.
"Old habits die hard, J." She looked at the boy again. She wasn't sure of his age, but he looked about the same age as her daughter. She had half a mind to write down the name "John Doe on the medical chart so she could call him something. Anything. Speaking of which, "Have you seen my daughter about?"
"Ami? Last time I say her she was trying to hack her way into my computer." Dr. J said with a slight chuckle. "That girl had a mind of technology."
"She gets if from hanging around you." She said with a little animosity in her voice. She calmed down slightly. "But she also has a heart for helping people."
"I'm flattered that she takes after her old grand-dad!" He grinned at her.
"And I'm not." She glared at him for that statement and moved about the room. Checking medical equipment to avoid having to look at him. "I am not doing this for you or for the money, J. I'm doing this for the colonies."
"As am I." He shook his head sadly and left the infirmary. She nodded her own head and looked at the boy one last time before leaving herself. It was a das fate that the fate of the colonies should have to come to rest upon the shoulders on a boy. But if that's what it took to make people see war for what it is, then so be it.
Subject Specimen listened to the conversation without much interest. He lay down on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Recuperating as ordered. It came with the training. He listened to everything. Taking note of anything that may be of use or value.
Not much. He already knew that Dr. Mizuno and Dr. J were related. And that Ms. Mizuno had a daughter with her here on the satellite. Though he did not know the girls name before, it was of little significance.
As if on queue, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He opened on eye and looked at the door to see a short blue haired girl poke her head inside the infirmary door. Looking curiously inside and at him.
"Hi. I'm Ami." She spoke shyly as she approached the bed. "So what's your name?"
He eyed her suspiciously. Even though he knew her to be little or not threat. Not immediately anyway. "Subject Specimen." He stated monotonously. He closed his one open eye and went back to recuperating. The discussion over in his opinion.
"That's a funny name."
He opened one eyes again to look at her. What was so funny about it? That's what he was. He wondered why she was looking to talk to nothing more than a tool of war anyway. She smiled at him when she noticed he was looked at her.
"So how old are you?" Ami asked again. She had heard that there was a boy around her age on this satellite that her mother worked on. She thought it would be nice to have a friend while she was here.
"Eleven. I think." He opened his other eye and sat up in the bed. If he didn't know better, he might think she was interrogating him.
"You think? You don't know your own age?" She had just come to the conclusion that this boy was sicker than she thought. Maybe that's why her mom was here. The boy was in the infirmary after all.
"Having my specific age known was never a protocol of the mission." He stated dryly and almost automatically.
"I'm ten myself right now." She fiddled with her hands nervously. Unsure what to sat. The boy seemed to be making efforts not to talk to her or something. Maybe he just wasn't feeling well. "So are you sick or something?"
"Hun." He grunted his response.
Ami considered that grunt for a minute. Trying to decipher its meaning as a "yes" or a "no." She wasn't sure. It sounded very monotone. "I'll come by when you're feeling better then." She turned around and moved back toward the door. Another thought came to her.
"And I'll think of a better name for you too! Ja ne!" She darted out of the room before he could say anything. Looking for something else to occupy her time with. And think of a new name for her new friend.
He scratched his brown messy hair as he watched her leave. What did he need a new name for? Was there something wrong with the one he had. He grunted and gave half a smile to himself after she left. Wondering to himself about the blue haired girl.
*~*
A week later Subject Specimen climbed out of the module. Finished with his 15 hour Mobile Suit Simulator Experiment. Dr. J had said nothing to him. Just wrote something down on a piece of paper.
It was then that he noticed Ami. She was leaning against the wall behind her grandfather. She smiled at him when she saw he was looking in her direction.
"Very good. You may commence physical training." Dr. J instructed him and left the room.
He grunted and left the room shortly after him. Heading to the gym for a good workout as he was ordered to do. He heard Ami run to catch up to him. She walked a step behind him, keeping silent.
"Ami." He acknowledged her presence. She skipped forward ahead to walk next to him. A small smile on her face. Happy that he was talking to her.
"Hi. I. . .uh. . .I came up with a new name for you." She had her hands behind her back and spoke quietly. She really hoped that he would like the name she decided on.
"Hn?" He raised an eyes brow at her in question.
"Sean."
He stopped to look to look at her. Slight surprise written on his face. "Sean?" He repeated to her in question. Was she serious? He didn't actually expect her to come up with a name for him. Let alone such a nice one.
She blushed slightly. Unsure as to just what he though of the name given to him. "Well, Subject Specimen is kind of a lot to say. So I thought Sean. . .I mean of you don't like it you can. . ." Her face became redder. He probably hated the name.
"Its fine." He cut her off. Starting back towards the gym again. When he saw she wasn't following him anymore, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. A slight upturn on his lips. "Arigato."
She smiled back at him. Her face, if possible, even redder than it was a little bit ago. Happy that he liked the name. "Hai!" She turned around and ran in the other direction before she died of embarrassment.
At the gym, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. Sean. Did he really look like a Sean? Could he really say that he looked like a subject Specimen for that matter? Still, it was nice to finally have a name to go with the face. "Sean." She smirked at his reflection.
*~*
FOUR YEARS LATER. . .
Sean walked back to his bedchambers to get some good rest. His training was finally complete. Tomorrow would be the start of his mission. Destroy OZ. For the colonies.
For seven years he trained under Dr. J. Trained for this operation. He was ready to fight for the colonies.
Walking into his chambers, he immediately felt someone else's presence in the room. Looking at him. He pulled his gun out instinctively, looking about the room for the cause of the feeling.
Ami stepped out into view for him to see. She smiled when she saw the gun in his hand. Already quite used to this reaction from him. "Happy birthday Sean!" She pulled a small package out from behind her back and walked up to him
"Birthday?" He put the gun away and looked strangely at her. He didn't have a birthday.
"Well," She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "I remember you said you really weren't positive about your age. So I chose today to be it! Consider yourself officially 15 years old!"
Sean walked over to her, still looking at her strangely. No one had ever done anything so nice for him. Unsure what to say, he glanced about the room, making sure no one else was there. He smiled at her. "Arigato."
She smiled at him and handed him her gift to him. He smirked and rolled his eyes at her. Thinking that this was just ridiculous. And somehow unable to show how truly grateful he was for the gesture. Wondering how to repay it.
He opened the package and pulled out a CD. "Mozart." He read the label aloud and looked at her. A CD? Why. . . He looked at her with question.
She grinned at him. "I installed a CD player in your Gundam when Grandfather wasn't looking." He face blushed and she looked down at her feet. Looking up, she saw Sean grinning like a crazy person.
A CD player. He only wished he could see DR. J's face when he found out about it. Now THAT would be funny! But this gave him something to listen to on the long trip to earth.
"Sean?"
He lost some of his smile and looked at Ami. Who was looking at him curiously. "Why is it I don't see you open up to others like you do with me?" She asked him. She watched his face harden slightly. But it still showed some regret.
"I cannot afford to make mistakes in this mission. I can't afford to let my emotions get in the way." He said trying to convince himself more that others.
"But that doesn't explain why you can open up to me." She pointed out to him again. She watched his eyes loosen up when he looked at her.
"Maybe you're just hard to deny."
She looked disbelievingly at him, but still smiled up at him. She hugged him briefly. She would miss him. He was the only friend she had while she's been here. "Mom and I are moving back to Tokyo tomorrow when you start you're mission."
Sean pulled away slightly so he could look at her better. He smiled. "When this is all over, and if I am still alive, I'll look you up." He was grateful when he saw he smile back at him.
"You promise?"
"Mission Accepted."
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"Log 420189. Subject Specimen is reacting well to G-Forces. Resistances to pain are moving accordingly. Physical conditions during periods of stress have improved amazingly. Subject Specimen is currently recuperating from today's centrifuge experiment."
Dr. J stood up from the computer console where he did his daily log on the specimen. Soon, he thought. Only a few more years of training and they would be ready. Hopefully, they would not be too later.
Walking the passageways, he slowly (with the use of his cane and leg braces) made his way to the infirmary to check on the subject specimen.
He stopped at the door and looked inside where the good medical doctor was tending to the patient. The doctor was giving the specimen a shot in the arm before she felt a pair of eyes (or goggles rather) on her. Finishing with the boy on the bed, she turned her attention to the man at the door. "Dr J."
"Dr. Mizuno." He acknowledged her in return as he walked further into the room. "How is my specimen doing?" He asked to blue haired doctor before him who seemed content to try and ignore him.
"He's fine. Should be fully recovered by tomorrow afternoon after I run a full check up on him." She looked at the medical chart in her hand and then at the quiet boy lying on the bed. "I really wish you would give him a name. I hate calling him Subject Specimen."
"I am raising a soldier, Dr. Mizuno. Not a boy." Dr. J said firmly and without resolve. Of course he didn't like having to do this anymore than she did. But he would damn well do it. It was easier when he didn't know the child on an intimate level.
"Old habits die hard, J." She looked at the boy again. She wasn't sure of his age, but he looked about the same age as her daughter. She had half a mind to write down the name "John Doe on the medical chart so she could call him something. Anything. Speaking of which, "Have you seen my daughter about?"
"Ami? Last time I say her she was trying to hack her way into my computer." Dr. J said with a slight chuckle. "That girl had a mind of technology."
"She gets if from hanging around you." She said with a little animosity in her voice. She calmed down slightly. "But she also has a heart for helping people."
"I'm flattered that she takes after her old grand-dad!" He grinned at her.
"And I'm not." She glared at him for that statement and moved about the room. Checking medical equipment to avoid having to look at him. "I am not doing this for you or for the money, J. I'm doing this for the colonies."
"As am I." He shook his head sadly and left the infirmary. She nodded her own head and looked at the boy one last time before leaving herself. It was a das fate that the fate of the colonies should have to come to rest upon the shoulders on a boy. But if that's what it took to make people see war for what it is, then so be it.
Subject Specimen listened to the conversation without much interest. He lay down on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. Recuperating as ordered. It came with the training. He listened to everything. Taking note of anything that may be of use or value.
Not much. He already knew that Dr. Mizuno and Dr. J were related. And that Ms. Mizuno had a daughter with her here on the satellite. Though he did not know the girls name before, it was of little significance.
As if on queue, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He opened on eye and looked at the door to see a short blue haired girl poke her head inside the infirmary door. Looking curiously inside and at him.
"Hi. I'm Ami." She spoke shyly as she approached the bed. "So what's your name?"
He eyed her suspiciously. Even though he knew her to be little or not threat. Not immediately anyway. "Subject Specimen." He stated monotonously. He closed his one open eye and went back to recuperating. The discussion over in his opinion.
"That's a funny name."
He opened one eyes again to look at her. What was so funny about it? That's what he was. He wondered why she was looking to talk to nothing more than a tool of war anyway. She smiled at him when she noticed he was looked at her.
"So how old are you?" Ami asked again. She had heard that there was a boy around her age on this satellite that her mother worked on. She thought it would be nice to have a friend while she was here.
"Eleven. I think." He opened his other eye and sat up in the bed. If he didn't know better, he might think she was interrogating him.
"You think? You don't know your own age?" She had just come to the conclusion that this boy was sicker than she thought. Maybe that's why her mom was here. The boy was in the infirmary after all.
"Having my specific age known was never a protocol of the mission." He stated dryly and almost automatically.
"I'm ten myself right now." She fiddled with her hands nervously. Unsure what to sat. The boy seemed to be making efforts not to talk to her or something. Maybe he just wasn't feeling well. "So are you sick or something?"
"Hun." He grunted his response.
Ami considered that grunt for a minute. Trying to decipher its meaning as a "yes" or a "no." She wasn't sure. It sounded very monotone. "I'll come by when you're feeling better then." She turned around and moved back toward the door. Another thought came to her.
"And I'll think of a better name for you too! Ja ne!" She darted out of the room before he could say anything. Looking for something else to occupy her time with. And think of a new name for her new friend.
He scratched his brown messy hair as he watched her leave. What did he need a new name for? Was there something wrong with the one he had. He grunted and gave half a smile to himself after she left. Wondering to himself about the blue haired girl.
*~*
A week later Subject Specimen climbed out of the module. Finished with his 15 hour Mobile Suit Simulator Experiment. Dr. J had said nothing to him. Just wrote something down on a piece of paper.
It was then that he noticed Ami. She was leaning against the wall behind her grandfather. She smiled at him when she saw he was looking in her direction.
"Very good. You may commence physical training." Dr. J instructed him and left the room.
He grunted and left the room shortly after him. Heading to the gym for a good workout as he was ordered to do. He heard Ami run to catch up to him. She walked a step behind him, keeping silent.
"Ami." He acknowledged her presence. She skipped forward ahead to walk next to him. A small smile on her face. Happy that he was talking to her.
"Hi. I. . .uh. . .I came up with a new name for you." She had her hands behind her back and spoke quietly. She really hoped that he would like the name she decided on.
"Hn?" He raised an eyes brow at her in question.
"Sean."
He stopped to look to look at her. Slight surprise written on his face. "Sean?" He repeated to her in question. Was she serious? He didn't actually expect her to come up with a name for him. Let alone such a nice one.
She blushed slightly. Unsure as to just what he though of the name given to him. "Well, Subject Specimen is kind of a lot to say. So I thought Sean. . .I mean of you don't like it you can. . ." Her face became redder. He probably hated the name.
"Its fine." He cut her off. Starting back towards the gym again. When he saw she wasn't following him anymore, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. A slight upturn on his lips. "Arigato."
She smiled back at him. Her face, if possible, even redder than it was a little bit ago. Happy that he liked the name. "Hai!" She turned around and ran in the other direction before she died of embarrassment.
At the gym, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. Sean. Did he really look like a Sean? Could he really say that he looked like a subject Specimen for that matter? Still, it was nice to finally have a name to go with the face. "Sean." She smirked at his reflection.
*~*
FOUR YEARS LATER. . .
Sean walked back to his bedchambers to get some good rest. His training was finally complete. Tomorrow would be the start of his mission. Destroy OZ. For the colonies.
For seven years he trained under Dr. J. Trained for this operation. He was ready to fight for the colonies.
Walking into his chambers, he immediately felt someone else's presence in the room. Looking at him. He pulled his gun out instinctively, looking about the room for the cause of the feeling.
Ami stepped out into view for him to see. She smiled when she saw the gun in his hand. Already quite used to this reaction from him. "Happy birthday Sean!" She pulled a small package out from behind her back and walked up to him
"Birthday?" He put the gun away and looked strangely at her. He didn't have a birthday.
"Well," She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "I remember you said you really weren't positive about your age. So I chose today to be it! Consider yourself officially 15 years old!"
Sean walked over to her, still looking at her strangely. No one had ever done anything so nice for him. Unsure what to say, he glanced about the room, making sure no one else was there. He smiled at her. "Arigato."
She smiled at him and handed him her gift to him. He smirked and rolled his eyes at her. Thinking that this was just ridiculous. And somehow unable to show how truly grateful he was for the gesture. Wondering how to repay it.
He opened the package and pulled out a CD. "Mozart." He read the label aloud and looked at her. A CD? Why. . . He looked at her with question.
She grinned at him. "I installed a CD player in your Gundam when Grandfather wasn't looking." He face blushed and she looked down at her feet. Looking up, she saw Sean grinning like a crazy person.
A CD player. He only wished he could see DR. J's face when he found out about it. Now THAT would be funny! But this gave him something to listen to on the long trip to earth.
"Sean?"
He lost some of his smile and looked at Ami. Who was looking at him curiously. "Why is it I don't see you open up to others like you do with me?" She asked him. She watched his face harden slightly. But it still showed some regret.
"I cannot afford to make mistakes in this mission. I can't afford to let my emotions get in the way." He said trying to convince himself more that others.
"But that doesn't explain why you can open up to me." She pointed out to him again. She watched his eyes loosen up when he looked at her.
"Maybe you're just hard to deny."
She looked disbelievingly at him, but still smiled up at him. She hugged him briefly. She would miss him. He was the only friend she had while she's been here. "Mom and I are moving back to Tokyo tomorrow when you start you're mission."
Sean pulled away slightly so he could look at her better. He smiled. "When this is all over, and if I am still alive, I'll look you up." He was grateful when he saw he smile back at him.
"You promise?"
"Mission Accepted."