Gundam Wing: Gemini

Chapter Two: A Dangerous Decision

(Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, nor would I want to.)

(AN: Did you like the end part of the first chapter? I decided to do that instead of the traditional "R&R" or "Read, Favorite, Comment" lines. Plus, it lets you know what'll likely go on in the next chapter. So with that said, let's get going.)

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Marco sat under the gazebo and admired the pink roses that bloomed on the Lane estate. Pink had been a favorite color of Caitlin's from as far back as he could remember and he closed his eyes to remember the smile on her face when he brought back from Earth one pink rose bush, aptly named Blush. The smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes was worth more than anything he could ever afford for her.

From that one bush came others, and while there were only three other pink rose bushes there, he was just grateful to remember that smile on his fiancée's face.

"I'm ready, Mr. Marco," Caitlin's voice seemed to break through his memories.

Marco opened his eyes and looked at his fiancée. Her long wavy brown hair was partly over one shoulder, the pale blue knee-length dress made her blue eyes stand out while her white flats just seemed to make her appear cuter. He stood up and walked over to her, desperately trying to keep the obvious from leaving his mouth.

"You look beautiful," Marco said, a smile gracing his lips. "But you always look beautiful, so one day I'll have to find a better word for it…"

Caitlin giggled into her hand. "No, you don't," she answered. "I like the word anyway."

Marco still smiled at her. God, why did she have to be so beautiful? "I know your father already left, but I'd feel better if I escorted you to the studio today," he said, offering his arm to her.

Caitlin felt her cheeks tinge pink as she took his arm. "You'd feel better?" she asked him.

"Yes, what with that stalker out there," he answered as he led her back into the house and to the front door. "To think someone would be stalking my love like this… I'd rather be here if he dared to try again…"

"Mr. Marco," Caitlin grabbed his arm gently. "It's all right, really."

Marco wasn't sure why she was trying to make him feel better. He still felt as if he should have been there in case that bastard was to come after his beloved. But still, seeing her face only put him at ease, at least for the time being. "All right," he conceded. "But we don't know the next location for your concert, love."

Caitlin sighed gently. She wanted more than anything to make this concert worth it, but it just seemed so empty without Marco there to watch her perform.

"I wish I could go see it," Marco continued as he escorted her to his car and held the door open for her.

Caitlin sat down in the seat and buckled herself up. She knew why Marco wasn't able to see it; his training at the colony wouldn't be over until after the concert. She wasn't sure why she was looking down about that, though.

After Marco got into the driver's seat and buckled up, he reached over and gently touched her cheek with his hand. "I tried to get clearance so I could see you perform, but…"

"It's all right," she answered, trying her hardest to smile. "Your training is more important."

"Not as important as you."

Caitlin blinked at him, and the second she did, tears slowly fell from her eyes.

Of all the things Marco's training could help him with, seeing his fiancée cry wasn't one of them. He couldn't bear to see her beautiful eyes well up with tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks. "No no, don't cry, my angel," he pleaded, moving his thumbs to dry the tears before they reached her chin. "I'll see you in concert soon. I promise."

Caitlin blinked at him. "Are you sure your superiors won't be upset with you?" she asked him.

Marco gently dried her face with his thumbs. "If I have to, I'll just go AWOL," he answered.

"And risk desertion charges?"

"If it meant that I'd see you in concert, yes," Marco answered. "Then at least I could serve my time happily."

"I'm being serious," Caitlin replied, pouting her lips at him.

"I am, too," Marco answered. "What kind of fiancée would I be if I couldn't see my lovely Caitlin performing?"

"Well, there's always the broadcasts," she said.

"But it's not the same."

Caitlin only blinked at him, knowing he won the discussion. Broadcasts, while they would be nice for the situation they were in now, were not the same as Marco being there in person and watching her perform some of her hit singles.

"I'll just ask off in advance next time," he said as he started the car and started to drive to the studio.

"It'll be all right," Caitlin answered with a smile. "I'm sure it won't be too far to where you can't see me."

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"Siberia?" Marco and Caitlin asked in unison.

Caitlin's manager, Matthew Brady, nodded his head. He looked only to be in his thirties, with brown hair and brown eyes.

"But this would be the first time she'll be on Earth," Marco answered.

"Exactly," Matthew replied. "She's already on her way in the colonies. Why not expand that to the Earth as well?"

Marco still felt hesitant while Caitlin only sat on the couch. There was no way he'd let his angel descend to Earth all alone. That would not do at all.

"There's no need to worry," Matthew continued. "She'll be at an Alliance stronghold to perform there. Caitlin will be just fine."

Sure Marco didn't look worried, but on the inside, he was more than worried. It was on Earth, a place that Caitlin was not familiar with at all. And even though it was at an Alliance stronghold, he knew the situation with OZ and the Alliance weren't on the friendliest of terms.

"Mr. Marco?"

Caitlin's voice seemed to snap Marco out of it. And just feeling her soft fingers around his arm helped with that considerably.

He looked at Caitlin with a gentle smile on his face. "I'm all right, angel," he answered. "It's just that you'll be somewhere where I can't protect you myself. That's what is upsetting me."

Caitlin smiled at him. "Mr. Marco, I'm sure I'll be just fine," she said in an effort to put his mind at ease.

"I'll feel better if someone goes with you," he answered.

"Mr. Marco, it's really not a problem…" Caitlin tried to counter.

Marco simply shook his head and gently touched the side of Caitlin's face with his free hand. "It is a problem with you going off by yourself," he replied. "I know you want to go on your own, my love, but these are troubled times. There's just no telling what might happen to you if you go alone."

Caitlin simply blinked while trying to keep from turning pink in her cheeks.

Marco gently smiled at her. Most of his fellow soldiers had thought that Marco was simply overprotective, especially over his fiancée, but at the end of the day, if no hairs were harmed on her head and if she was safe at home, then being overprotective would be the best thing for him to be. "If you promise to stay at the base and not go wandering off on Earth without protection, then you can go," he finished.

"Now, just a minute," Matthew tried to interject.

"No, I'm not letting my fiancée go off to somewhere she doesn't know without someone to make sure she is returned home," Marco interrupted.

Caitlin simply blinked at them, trying to keep the peace between her manager and her fiancée. She wasn't sure if they were arguing, but she wished that they would stop. At least, for her sake.

"This should be Caitlin's decision and hers alone," Matthew answered.

"She's my responsibility," Marco replied.

"It's all right," Caitlin finally answered them. "Mr. Marco is simply looking out for me. Are you sure there'll be a group from the Alliance base to escort me there?"

"Absolutely," Marco answered before he looked at Matthew as if to say, "She's only going if there is."

Matthew nodded his head. "I'm sure I can arrange an escort for you when you arrive," he answered.

"Then it's settled," Marco answered with a smile. "When there's an escort waiting for her upon her arrival, then she'll be more than happy to go."

Caitlin smiled and lay her head on Marco's shoulder. "Now, could both of you stop arguing? Please?" she asked them.

Marco and Matthew looked at each other and chuckled.

"We're not arguing, love," Marco answered. "We're just concerned for your safety. And if this is the only way we can ensure it, then so be it."

Caitlin picked her head up from Marco's shoulder and nodded. "All right," she said. "Let's make this performance amazing."

Marco smiled at Caitlin's enthusiasm. She had enough of that to fill up a colony. If only there were more open-minded people like you, my love, he thought to himself. Then maybe this war would be over and things can finally go to normal.

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"And in other news today, singer Caitlin Lane will be headed to Siberia for her first ever concert on Earth," a reporter was saying into a video camera. "According to her manager, she is quoted with being, 'very excited to go to Earth to expand her traveling and a chance to see her fans'."

Marco had gotten special permission to see his fiancée off on her first trip to Earth. Her father, Marshall, was there as well to see Caitlin off at the space port headed to Earth.

"You stay with the Alliance while you're down there," Marshall was saying to his daughter.

"Yes, Father," Caitlin answered, smiling.

Marco gently took her hands into his own, silently rubbing her soft skin as if relishing the sensation. He wanted to hold onto her much longer than he could at the moment. "And let us know when you have arrived, too," Marco blurted out in addition.

Caitlin blinked as Marco then hugged her tightly and she felt the buttons from his uniform almost press into her long-sleeved lavender dress. "M-Mr. Marco?" she asked.

Marco gently let her go as if someone was watching him. "I just want you to let us know that you've arrived safely, is all," he answered.

"O-Oh," Caitlin answered with a blink of confusion.

"Marco, I'm sure Caitlin won't forget that," Marshall said with a chuckle. Ah, young love. But he could understand Marco's overprotectiveness towards her. She was Marshall's only living daughter, after all. He couldn't bear to lose yet another child in a war that seemed to be never-ending.

"I won't, Father," Caitlin answered with a smile at both of them.

Marco gently held her face in his hands just as the announcement that the shuttle would be leaving shortly and that it was the last call. "I love you, Caitlin," he said gently to her. "Just be careful."

"I love you, too, Mr. Marco," Caitlin answered. "And I will be careful… for everyone."

With that, Marco and Marshall both watched as Caitlin walked into the shuttle and sat down at a window seat to see both of them. They both waved at her while Marco blew a kiss at her.

Caitlin blushed as she blew one back at him.

Marco watched the shuttle leave the space port and took a deep breath. "Are you sure that she'll be all right?" he asked her father.

Marshall nodded his head. "Caitlin will be just fine," he answered. "She's simply excited about the concert. I'm just sorry you weren't able to go with her."

"I know," Marco answered. "I have to hope that I'll see her perform in person one time."

"That will happen, I assure you," Marshall answered. "Caitlin would like nothing more than for that to happen."

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At the Siberia base, half a dozen soldiers were to see that Caitlin had arrived safely. Sure six people were a lot of soldiers, considering the war, but Marshall had always been a friend to the leader of the base. Seeing that his only child was safe and at the base was important to him.

"Miss Lane has to be safe at all costs!" the instructor, a man of almost 25, demanded.

Whispers came around the base like wildfire from the younger cadets.

"Miss Lane is coming here?"

"Caitlin's so pretty!"

"I wish I was engaged to her…"

"Marco's going to be disappointed he can't be here to see her."

The instructor shook his head. Certainly they were thinking only one thing, and it wasn't thinking of Caitlin's safety. "You stay here at the base," he said to the four cadets whispering about Caitlin.

"Aww…" they said in unison.

The instructor stepped into the car. "I'll go to get her to bring her to the base," he said. "I'm leaving Lieutenant Yancey in charge."

With that, the car took off, leaving the four dejected soldiers to deal with Lieutenant Yancey and his rigorous training. Again.

The car arrived at the spaceport after some time had passed, and Caitlin was standing on the inside, looking just as radiant as ever. The instructor stepped out of the car and walked into the spaceport, watching other soldiers salute him. "Miss Lane, I'm glad you arrived safely," he answered.

"Thank you," Caitlin answered.

"How was the trip here? I know it's your first time coming to Earth."

"It was kind of bumpy near the end, though," Caitlin answered with a smile. "Mr. Marco told me about the turbulence, but I think I handled it well."

"That's good to hear," he answered, relieved that the four soldiers were staying at the base. "Shall we go?"

She nodded. "When we arrive to the base, I need to call my father and Mr. Marco to…"

"Let them know you're here," the instructor finished. "I know Marshall. Ever since this war started, he's been protective of you. It's a good and honorable trait for a father."

Caitlin watched as the instructor opened the door for her and helped her into the car. "He is," she answered, buckling up her seat belt. "My father does tend to worry a little more than normal."

The instructor closed the door before he walked over to get into the other side of the car and buckled up. "Well, you are his daughter, after all," he said. "As a father myself, I would worry over my daughter being anywhere she doesn't know. It's something that fathers would do, at least, the ones that love them."

"That makes sense," Caitlin answered.

"Your father loves you more than life itself," the instructor said. "I'm sure when he knows you're safe and sound, he'll be more than happy."

"Likely worried until I come home," Caitlin replied.

"Perhaps. But then again, that just shows what kind of father he is to you."

Caitlin simply nodded her head. "You're right," she answered. "I guess I shouldn't take him for granted."

The instructor smiled. For one so young, Caitlin did seem to be a smart young lady. He could understand why Marco would marry her one day.

But the smile faded as soon as it appeared when he heard an explosion.

"Sir, the base has been attacked!" the driver of the car shouted over the noise.

Caitlin's eyes went wide as she simply held a hand over her mouth.

"Get us out of here!" the instructor demanded.

"Yes sir!" the driver answered.

Caitlin looked at the instructor. "What's going on?" she asked him just as the car made a sharp turn.

"We're not going to the base," the instructor answered. "It's under attack."

Instantly, Caitlin's face fell as she heard the answer. She couldn't understand why someone would attack such an isolated area. She would have asked if everyone was okay, but now wasn't a good time to ask, it seemed.

Another explosion seemed to get closer to the car, making Caitlin rattle in her seat while she held on.

"Why are they attacking?" Caitlin asked, confusion creeping into her fear-filled voice.

"They're attacking the base," the instructor said. "We're trying to get away from them…"

But before he could say anything more, another explosion landed close enough to the car to make it flip several times. Caitlin could only close her eyes and hope that the tumbling of the car would come to a stop soon. She whimpered as the car continued to roll around like a piece of trash on the ground.

After a short time, the car finally stopped rolling, jarring her into the door of the car as it landed onto its left side. Caitlin opened her eyes and gasped at seeing the instructor with a gash on his head unbuckling her seat belt.

"Are you all right?" the instructor asked her, ignoring the gash on his head.

"I'm all right," she answered. "But you're hurt!"

"Don't worry about me," the instructor replied as he finally unbuckled Caitlin's seat belt. He sniffed around and smelled something leaking, and he knew just what that was: gasoline from the car was catching the car on fire. If he didn't do something about it now, all three of them would die!

"What's going on?" she asked him.

"Miss Lane, the car is going to explode in a short while," he explained to the stunned girl. "I'll help you out of the car, but after that, you need to run as fast as you can."

"Explode?" Caitlin echoed before she took a sniff and realized just what he meant, and that only terrified her more. "But what about you? And the driver?"

"There's nothing you can do about us," the instructor answered, elbowing out the passenger window. He then grabbed Caitlin's arm and helped her to the passenger window. "But at least if I can get you out of the car to safety, that will be enough for me."

Caitlin wasn't sure why she was climbing up to the passenger window, but if the instructor wanted her where it was safe, that seemed to make sense to her. She felt the instructor help her through the window, where she looked and her eyes widened. The front of the car was on fire!

"I need you to jump!" he shouted to her.

Caitlin reluctantly agreed and jumped from the car and landed several feet away. She turned around and looked at the car. "I need to get you out of the car!" she tried to shout over the flames.

"No, Miss Lane!" the instructor shouted back through the flames. "You need to run and get as far away as you can from here!"

"But…"

"Think about Marco!"

Caitlin gasped as tears started to fill her eyes at the mention of her fiancée's name.

"Marco would be devastated if something happened to you!" the instructor continued. "So would your parents! Just run as fast as you can!"

She took a deep breath and nodded. "All right!" she shouted back. "I'll never forget you! Thank you for saving me!"

The instructor saw Caitlin start to run away from the burning car. He didn't have the heart to tell her that his leg was broken from the rollover. Saving Caitlin from this fiery hell was enough for his conscience to bear. "Be careful," he said to her now-retreated footsteps. "At least you're safe now." He closed his eyes just as the car exploded.

Caitlin heard the explosion behind her and turned around. She dried her eyes before she started running away from the car again. Due to it being her very first trip to Earth, her directions were confusing her, as well as the tears that continued to fall from her eyes. What was North right now? South? Should she go West or East? All she knew was that she needed to get away from the area. She kept thinking of Marco in her mind, trying to remain calm although she was scared out of her mind. I have to keep running, she thought to herself, picking a random direction to run in and hoping it would be a good choice.

Sadly for her, it wasn't.

She felt her shoe land on something hard and it made her trip over onto the tracks. When she looked up, she saw a white mobile suit laying on the tracks with what looked to be gray and yellow on the armor as well. This did not look like anything the Alliance or OZ would have.

"What is this thing?" she asked herself, almost too petrified to move. She found herself looking at the suit, mentally wondering if this was an angel that simply fell onto the Earth, and if it was an angel, why was it a mobile suit?

Inside the suit, a blond-haired pilot looked out one of the monitors and saw a confusing yet terrifying sight. A girl with long brown hair was lying on the tracks in between the shield of his suit and the shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was seeing a mirage or if it was a real girl. And the only way to find out was to ask.

"Are you all right?" he asked the girl on the tracks.

Caitlin's eyes only widened in fear. There was a voice from inside the suit! And what scared her more was that the voice was completely unfamiliar with her. She didn't know the person in the suit and wasn't sure whether or not she should answer. Just then a rumbling noise caught her attention and a light only seemed to get closer to the suit… and her. It was a train!

Caitlin curled into a ball and shut her eyes tightly, half-expecting for the train to collide with both of them.

But what happened next would only be classified as a miracle. She peered out from behind the tall object obstructing her view, despite the person's voice from the mobile suit telling her it was too dangerous to do that and watched as the train was simply flipped off its tracks like a child throwing a figurine off a table. But while Caitlin should have been relieved, the dark color of another suit only terrified her more. Was it a demon? What was going on?

It was as black as night, the only thing to show that it was a suit were white legs and white areas of its armor. But that did nothing to calm her down.

She felt something move and that made her fall back, but instead of hitting the tracks, she landed on what looked to be the mobile suit's hand. Caitlin looked as the suit seemed to open up, and the owner of the voice appeared from the cockpit. He looked to be almost her age, with blond hair and goggles on his face.

"It's too dangerous to be here," he said, extending a hand over to the stunned girl. "You need to be somewhere safe."

Caitlin looked at the hand and wondered if she should accept it, considering that she had no idea who this person was. But she also had to consider that she was in the middle of nowhere, and had no idea how to get to where she could call her father and fiancée to tell them she was okay. She took a breath and grabbed the hand that was offered to her. She squeaked as she felt herself being pulled inside the suit and not a moment too soon.

She found herself sitting on the pilot's legs and so she looked around at all the monitors and buttons inside the suit. Caitlin had never been inside a mobile suit before; Marco would never have allowed it.

Before the blond pilot could ask if she was okay, a voice came from the other suit.

"Hey! You okay?"

The blond pilot looked at the girl with him before he finally answered, "Yeah, I am. I'm glad you came." But who is she? he thought to himself. How did she get here? Where did she come from?

Caitlin looked out one of the monitors and saw the dark looking mobile suit that seemed to be talking to the blond pilot. The suit seemed to confuse her more and terrify her less. For what reason, she didn't know.

"Good," the voice came from the other suit. "But this is the decoy route."

The blond pilot and Caitlin both looked on as doors from the train seemed to open up and reveal Leo suits, their guns aimed right at them, including the other mobile suit.

Caitlin wasn't sure what to feel about the other pilot's voice from the other suit. Was he on this one's side? Wasn't he? But there was something about the tone of his voice that continued to make Caitlin think. Who was he? Who was this pilot in the suit she was in now? Did they know each other before? So many questions seemed to enter her mind at that moment.

"We're surrounded," the blond pilot said before looking at the girl sitting on his lap. "I'm sorry, but you'll need to hang on."

Caitlin blinked at him, slightly hesitant to do what he had asked. She held her hands onto one of the straps that kept the pilot in his seat and nodded her head. "Okay," she answered.

"All right," he said before he pushed his suit into action.

Between the two suits, both of them destroyed the Leo fleet that was on the tracks. During the attack, it seemed like Caitlin only pressed against the blond pilot more.

The blond pilot was trying not to notice, but the last time Caitlin was pressed against him, he was worried that maybe she had loosened the hold onto the strap and ended up hurt. "Are you all right?" he asked her.

Caitlin nodded. "I'm fine," she answered.

But before she could properly thank him for saving her life, much less ask his name, she heard a transmission, and what the words were would chill Caitlin's blood cold.

"Calling all Gundam pilots!" a female voice announced with authority through a transmission.

Caitlin blinked in confusion. A Gundam? Was that what she was inside at the moment? But the worst was yet to come.

"We are now in a position to stage an all-out missile attack on the colonies!" the voice continued.

Caitlin's confusion only turned into anguish. Her home was being threatened, and that meant her family and her beloved were now hostages to whoever was controlling the missiles. My parents… Mr. Marco… what's going on? she thought as she found herself unable to do much more than listen to the rest with her eyes wide.

The blond pilot could only listen to the words that were coming in and look helplessly at the girl as her blue eyes widened in horror.

"We have seized all the missiles from the former Alliance. It's reasonable to say that we control the destiny of all the colonies."

Caitlin covered her face with her hands and tried to keep from breaking down. If the Alliance's missiles were taken, then that meant that OZ was doing this. She felt completely powerless to do anything about it, and that made her feel even worse.

The blond pilot let go of the controls with one hand and placed his hand gently onto the girl's shoulder. He knew that OZ were cowards for even involving the colonies, and this was quite possibly the most underhanded threat he had heard, but he still didn't know what to say to the girl to calm her down. In the end, nothing would.

Caitlin blinked and lowered her hands to see the hand that was lying on her shoulder gently squeeze it for a moment. For a second, it seemed like it would help calm her down after all.

"This isn't a bluff," the voice continued still. "I demand that the pilots surrender at once and hand over your Gundams!"

Caitlin watched the hand that had been on her shoulder reach up and grab his goggles off of his head. For the first time, she could see his face completely. His turquoise eyes only widened as much as Caitlin's eyes had before. He's only my age, she thought to herself. And he's fighting in this war? Why?

"They've targeted the colonies!" the blond pilot said, his voice sharing with the concern that Caitlin could more than comprehend.

But what made this different was Caitlin's next set of whispered words.

"Father… mother… Mr. Marco…" Caitlin seemed to be staring off into space, and the shuddering breathing that she was doing, along with her eyes still wide in a state of fear, only made it clearer as to what was happening to her.

The second the blond pilot touched her shoulder again and saw no response, he realized what it was. His turquoise eyes only looked at her with concern. And he knew why.

Caitlin had slowly gone into shock.

The blond pilot could only feel horrible for her. Their home was being threatened by OZ, and all of this wasn't helping the girl at all. What made it worse was that he didn't know her name so he could try to snap her out of it.

Her anguish was starting to get to him and in the worst way. He didn't know how to help her, not to mention he didn't even know her name, and now this was going on. But sadly, it would only go from bad to worse. He watched as another Gundam pilot, one with brown hair wearing a green tank top and black shorts, stepped out of his suit and press a button. Different areas of the Gundam lit up like a Christmas tree behind him.

All he could do was watch as the Gundam simply lit up and then exploded. Bits of the Gundam fell off as if they were crumbs off of a cookie, and its pilot was tossed through the air and onto the ground like a rag doll.

Watching a fellow Gundam pilot self-detonate, on top with a girl having slipped into shock right before his eyes, was more than enough for the blond pilot to grab his chest in total anguish. He could feel the pain rising, not just from himself, but with what had happened and the girl in the Gundam with him. It was bad enough that he was witnessing this, but also, there was the fact that the girl also saw it as well and may likely have more questions than answers. Answers that he wasn't sure if he wanted to give her.

"Can you hear me?" a voice that the blond pilot seemed to recognize broke through his momentary break from reality. When he heard that they couldn't fight without a reason, his heart sank. As he reached up to gently touch the girl's shoulder again, she seemed to crumple against him like a stone. She would have hit her head on the controls if he hadn't reached his arms up in time and let her lay her head on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" he asked before he brushed the hair that seemed to cover her face behind her ear. When he didn't get an answer, he blinked at her and realized that she was passed out. Perhaps it was for the best. She had likely seen too much in one day that would have sent the normal person insane.

Her eyes were closed and her breathing was slow and steady. Whoever this girl was, getting her to safety just became a priority. Little did he know just who she really was.

"We have to retreat," he said with more than just sadness in his voice for the fallen pilot.

The pilot to the black and white Gundam appeared on a screen. He looked to be a teenager as well, with blue eyes, a black shirt with a white turtleneck under it, and brown hair. A priest, maybe?

"So, who's the lady?" he asked the blond pilot.

"I don't know," the blond pilot answered, wishing he had an answer to that question himself. That girl seemed to be more of a mystery than anything at the moment. "When we get away from here, I guess we'll find out."

But the more the pilot in black looked at the girl lying against the blond pilot's shoulder, the more he wondered. Just who was this girl? Where did she come from? And perhaps the most important question: just what the hell did she come from?

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(AN: Yep, just so you guys don't get TOO confused, there is a lot going on. Anyone who's seen Gundam Wing in some way would know just who these two are. But, as they say, the worst is going to happen.)

(Next chapter: Some secrets are best left undisturbed. OZ makes a startling announcement that involves the Gundam pilots, as well as the girl Quatre rescued. Once the girl comes around, she finds a long-lost piece of truth that would shake up one Gundam pilot, and that would be the piece that answers one mystery yet opens another. Next, on Gundam Wing: Gemini, Chapter 3, False Truths.)