Authors Note: This is my FIRST ever Trowa fic, *yay* so don't complain if it's not all that well written. It contains the character Midii Une (which to some may be foreign) from his manga. I hope this turns out well, being my first Trowa fan fiction, let alone a fan fiction using such a minor character. Don't forget to tell me how I'm doing by reviews!

Love and Betrayal:

Chapter One

The mobile suits slammed together like ravage bulls in a ring, their anger red flags. Flames erupted as fuel from the fallen suits added to its fury. The ear-splitting cacophony of metal against metal echoed across the battlefield, while the hollow screams of assassinated soldiers vanished in the passing breeze.

Trowa's fingers flew over the controls, the soft blue glow reflecting off his tired face. His breath was ragged, coming in short rasps. Small beads of perspiration slid down his forehead and into his eyes, slightly blurring his vision. A small video screen popped up on the side panel.

"Trowa, take it easy." Heero commanded, his face stern and emotionless. "You need to pace yourself. You're wearing yourself down too early and you still have more mobile suits to defeat."

"Acknowledged." he panted, dogging a Leo's shot and turning around to destroy it with a bombardment of ammunition. Heero still didn't look satisfied. His eyes seemed to pierce through Trowa, and he couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy.

"Trowa. Why are you so unfocused?" Trowa shook his head.

"Just tired I guess." Still unconvinced, Heero returned to his own battle. 'I honestly don't know why I'm so unfocused.' Trowa confessed to himself. 'But I have this anomalous feeling that I'll know soon enough.'

Suddenly, another Leo sprang up from behind Trowa catching him off guard. His reflexes quicker then those of the other pilot, he quickly pivoted around and knocked the suit off with a few shots of his machine guns. The suit began to smoke, and sparks flew from the joints. The cockpit panel popped open, the pilot desperately trying to get out before the suit exploded. Trowa raised his gun, preparing to kill the emerging pilot. He could barely see the huddled figure through the smoke. 'Come on,' he thought to himself 'just a few more steps and you're mine.' The figure appeared, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, his heart stopped.

Gold curls framed a still youthful face. Eyes, such a blue that would put the very heavens to shame, gazed up at the gundam Heavyarms from under a dark scorn.

'No,' Trowa whispered urgently to himself 'I thought she was dead. How can she still be alive? How?'

Just then, the suit exploded, sending the pilot soaring through the air like a rag doll. Trowa couldn't breath. 'No,' he whispered again. 'I thought she was dead . . .'

"Um, Trowa?" Duo asked, uncertain of why they were prowling through the rubble. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Trowa pried a sheet of metal aside, looking underneath. "We're not looking for anything Duo," he said peeking under another piece of metal. "We're looking for someone." Duo looked around at the group, counting heads.

"Um, Trowa? Did you get hit on the head? All of us are here." Trowa ignored him and continued to rummage around through the scraps. Duo looked at him in a quizzical manner.

"Well at least tell me who we are looking for, and why they're so special." He said in a hurt tone, scratching his head. "Trowa?" He said once he noticed the pilot still paying him no attention and digging under the remains of an enemy Leo. "Trowa!"

Trowa emerged from the scrapes, a battered figure lying limp in his arms. The other gundam pilots could do nothing more then stare. Even Heero, the perfect soldier, looked confused. Trowa walked toward the group and placed the dismantled figure on the ground.

"We went prowling through all this carnage to find an enemy soldier?!" Duo shouted, incredulous. Trowa nodded stiffly. Quatre shook his head.

"I don't get it Trowa. You've never cared about the enemy enough to try and save them after you've destroyed them before." Trowa remained silent, but began to tear away at the soldier's jacket to get to the wounds.

"I don't think I can exactly explain why I saved her in the first place. I guess this soldier reminded me of someone that I once knew a long, long time ago." By now Trowa had found the main gash. She had taken numerous hits, but this was the worst by far. It was on her left side and had to be a cut of at least four and a half inches long. It was bleeding profusely, and if it wasn't treated immediately, she would die. Frantically Trowa removed his own jacket and wrapped it around her waist. 'Indeed I thought it was her. But this is not the Midii I left so long ago. She's changed.' Trowa looked up at the others.

"She needs help. Now. How far away are Noin and Sally positioned?" Wu Fei looked over the horizon.

"Well, we shifted a bit during the battle, and it looks as if we've moved a bit more to the west, but I'd say we're no farther away then a mile or so." Trowa nodded his thanks and hoisted the dying figure into his arms and climbed into Heavyarm's cockpit.

"I'll meet you all there." With that he closed the hatch and lumbered off into the distance and the slowly expiring sunset.