This is the authoress. Thank you for taking the time to read this, hopefully you liked the first part! This is where the other pilots come in, and stay tuned in later parts for other characters from the show, like Dorothy, Mariemaia, Zechs, etc. Enjoy!

Premonitions 2: Meeting From Hell

Geoffrey Marks entered Quatre Raberba Winner's office behind Relena, allowing himself to look the young business tycoon over. He'd heard a lot about Winner Enterprises, the young man's company, and he'd been quite impressed by its success. Since the death of the previous owner, Winner Enterprises had increased its income over 20%, and overall had taken a more active interest in the communities that the company headquarters resided in. There where six or seven company headquarters on Earth, and five in space. Quatre had made his main headquarters on L-4, but when he was on Earth, he often used the European headquarters as a home base.

Geoff found himself impressed with the young man. Quatre had broken out into a warm smile as he greeted Relena, and was comfortable enough with her to return her hug. He turned to Geoff, still smiling warmly, and shook the man's hand with a surprisingly firm grip.

"Welcome, Ms. Relena, Mr. Marks. The other sectional heads will be arriving shortly. May I offer you anything to drink?"

"Please," Geoff said, glancing Relena's way. Relena nodded, and Quatre strode across the long room to the small refrigerator. This surprised Geoff; in the corner was a servant who had been ready to retrieve whatever they asked. Instead, the young Mr. Winner was getting the drinks himself, as if they were guests in his own home.

"I can offer you hot tea, iced tea, champagne, red or white wine, scotch, beer—" he chuckled, seeing Geoff's stricken look—"Many of my colleagues like Budweiser, actually…As I was saying, orange juice, soft drinks, or water."

"I'll take a Bud," Geoff replied, settling back into one of the chairs that Quatre had offered them.

"Water is fine, thank you."

Quatre walked back across the room with their drinks. It was a game he was an expert at; toy around the subject with polite gestures and speech, pretend that you were the closest of friends, and secretly be plotting ways to announce your proposal to get your way. It was all politics, and politics was something that Quatre Winner excelled at.

Geoff was studying the room intently. It was large, and long, and a huge table ran along its length. There were many chairs lining the table, including Quatre's favorite, which was at its head. The room was used only for meetings about the company or Unification leaders, and it was so well lit that the walls seemed to sparkle.

"Every single sectional will be represented today," Quatre was explaining. "Even the Asian sector has sent out someone. Not the sectional leader, however…"

Relena frowned at this news. Asia had been resentful and quiet ever since the Earth Sphere Unified Nation had been established.

"Frankly, I'm worried," she replied. "Delegates from England have stated that there are calls from the people for independence. They aren't sending a leader, either, just one of their citizens to sit in and ask questions. England wishes to be its own nation again. If that happens, I fear a revolt in Asia. The Nation will crumble."

Quatre set down leaned forward, pinning her with a penetrating gaze. "Miss Relena, if this Nation falls, Unification will never take place. The peace you used to call for so avidly will never come about. You and I must persuade the other sectional leaders that Unification is the best path for them."

Geoff sighed, and nailed Quatre with a look of his own. "Mr. Winner, what exactly do you know about this program? Don't you have your own company to run?"

Quatre looked stricken. "Excuse me, sir?"

"Well, the Unification program is Ms. Relena's program. It was her idea from the very beginning," he reminded the younger man. Quatre's eyes narrowed.

"True. However, I was the one who constructed the plans and I am still the one funding the program. I am also L-4 sectional leader. Therefore, it is as much my program as hers, if not more so."

A tense silence fell over the group. Torn between her old friend and her business associate, Relena could do nothing but look from the tight face of one man to the other.

Never before had she been so glad to see the other sectional leaders arrive. She herself was the sectional leader of Cinq. There were leaders for each region of Earth: North American, South American, European, Asian, Cinq, and the United Arab Nations. However, straining ties with Asia and Europe meant that two leaders would not be attending.

There were also section leaders in space, one from each colony cluster; L-1, L-2, L-3, L-4, and L-5. Slowly, everyone made their way in and took their seats. Quatre and his servant brought them all drinks, and Relena noticed the tension in the man's face had faded. Once again he had become the perfect host and not the angered man she had seen just moments before.

The meeting got underway. By the end of it, tensions were mounted, there were two empty seats, and they were no closer to Unification.

--

"Have you seen this, Trowa?"

The banged man only blinked and looked up at Catherine Bloom. Trowa Barton had certainly never been a conversationalist, that was for sure. Cathy shook her head and smiled ruefully at him.

"Seen what?" he asked, and looked from his sister to the TV that she'd turned on upon entering.

"Quatre's making a public statement. He's been trying to get a commitment about the Resource Satellite project, since Earth's running out of natural resources, but it's not going well, I guess. And now they're saying that both Asia and England want to revolt against the Nation. 'Peacefully'."

Trowa shook his head. "Quatre works too hard."

Cathy glanced at him in utter disbelief. "Is that all you got from it? That Quatre works too hard? What about the revolts? What about Unification?" she asked. Trowa only shrugged.

"It's idealist. As for the revolts, well…Unification sounds a lot like Communism, don't you think? And you remember how England felt about Communism."

"Communism?" Cathy fell silent for a moment. "Yes, I suppose you're right, but if it means peace, Trowa…if it means you won't have to fight again…"

Trowa drew her closer. "Cathy, I'm home now."

Cathy said nothing, uncharacteristically silent. She simply held onto him and tried hard not to think about the future.

--

"Cut!"

"What?!" Duo Maxwell shouted, throwing his hands in the air. "What was wrong with that?"

Ignoring him, the director yelled out a few instructions to the camera men and gestured.

"Scene 12, take 5," someone called. "Rolling."

Duo turned back to his costar and recited his lines. By the time the filming was over, he was tired, frustrated, and in need of a nice, hot bath. He had heard about Quatre's public statement, but all he could do was shake his head and mutter, "What a shame." After all, what could he do about it?

After drifting away from the other pilots and losing Hilde, there wasn't much Duo cared for anymore. He'd jokingly dated Dorothy Catalonia for a while, saying that he'd always liked blondes, but in the end she proved too perceptive for comfort. She really didn't seem to enjoy peace, and didn't like having a good time…instead she poked and prodded until being with her became unbearable. Still, he supposed it would always be a good conversational topic.

Overall, Duo couldn't have cared less about Unification, girls, marriage, the Resource Satellite project, or at this point, even the other pilots. His life was good. He never, ever wanted to be Shinigami again.

That was the end of that, he thought to himself, and headed for the showers. Sorry Q, but I'm not fighting for something that could cause another full-fledged war.

--

Heero shut off the television and watched the room recede into darkness. No more, he wanted no part of it. He didn't need to kill anymore. He didn't need to be near Relena anymore. He didn't need much of anything anymore.

He liked it that way. He really did. Really…

--

Chang Wufei was a Preventer. Kind of. He didn't actively participate any longer, but he was a Preventer. He had a small home in China. He stayed there, out of contact with everyone. If he needed anything, town was a twenty-minute drive west. After all, the world had renounced him. So he honorable renounced the world. Here he could think about Meiran, the Long family, and his long lost love, Lian…