A/N: Well, here we are at the second chapter. I decided to rewrite everything from here on because I hate how I wrote it by hand. Are we surprised? I think not. Anyhow, there is a part in here where I humanized Wufei a little extra. It needed to be done, trust me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or make any profit from this, however, I do own Macy, please ask if you want to use her.


Five days passed, with Macy and Wufei living at base camp in an almost-peaceful coexistence. Though smart aleck comments were still shot at each other at any chance, it was becoming clear there was more to this than hate.

"You're going to catch a cold, you stupid woman." Wufei grumbled as he covered up Macy, who was deep asleep, with a blanket for the third time. He had gone on several missions, giving her the chances to run, but she had stayed.

When he had come back from one mission in particular, his injuries had created an interesting scene.

"You're hurt. Idiot male." Macy wandered over to Nataku, surveying the damage.

"Why don't you help me clean the wound then, isn't that what women are for, the menial tasks?" Wufei muttered; he already knew he wouldn't get the response he wanted.

"Do it yourself, don't be a pussy." Macy threw a box of gauze, a roll of medical tape and antibiotic ointment at him, all of them smacking him clear in the forehead.

"You need an attitude adjustment." The Gundam pilot grumbled, but rolled his eyes and went to bandaging his wounds.

"You sound like my Mother." The girl clamored her way up to Nataku's shoulder, sat there and stared down at Wufei. "You need an attitude adjustment, you're being a bitch, respect your elders! Macy! We don't say that word in public! Why aren't you dating?"

Wufei swallowed a laugh, looking up at her. If Macy Leace Nady wasn't anything else, she was, at the very least, interesting.

As she slept, Wufei studied her. Macy had various scars, including one across her throat that looked exactly like a scar from someone trying to slit her throat.

Wufei blinked, he needed to be working on Nataku; he didn't need to be distracted now. He stood from his spot beside Macy and moved back over to Nataku. Still, he couldn't help glancing back when he heard Macy's breathing quicken, and then a small gasp as Macy bolted upright.

"Something wrong?" Wufei turned back to his Gundam as quickly as he could, he knew Macy hated when he stared. Even with wires and metal in front of his face, he couldn't help but think of how panicked she had looked.

"Don't bullshit me with false emotions." Macy stood and peered into the part of Nataku that Wufei was working on. "You're missing a nut."

"What?" Wufei fixed her with an odd half-surprised-half-glare.

"Men." Macy shook her head, then jumped down and rooted in the grass for a moment, before coming back up to him with a nut and a bolt. "That's why this won't stay on, see?"

"Who the hell are you?" Wufei blinked as she screwed the metal plate back onto Nataku. "A woman shouldn't be able to tell something like that."

"You're so sexist." Macy eyed Nataku's shoulder, her usual perch, but instead sat on the Gundam's leg. "Anyway, why were you visually stalking me while I slept?"

"I wasn't." Wufei focused on putting Nataku back together.

"Liar. All men are liars." Macy shook her head again.

"Why are you so sexist towards men?" Wufei challenged, and sat beside her once Nataku was in working order again. "I was raised to be the way I am, but what about you?"

"Things have happened to me in my life that you would never understand." The girl ran her fingers along Nataku's leg. "I didn't have what most people would call a normal childhood."

"Yeah?" Wufei prompted, but in the silence that followed, he could remember little hints that she had dropped along those five days.

"Oh you're a wuss." Macy's eyes grew dark as she turned away from Wufei, who was attempting to bandage his ribs.

That day, on a mission he had been slammed in the back by a mobile suit and he had slammed into the controls. For the first 20 minutes, Macy had fussed over him, prodding his stomach and chest, trying to make sure he wasn't bleeding internally. After she had decided he wasn't bleeding internally, she had wandered over to inspect any damage to Nataku and left him to take care of his injuries on his own.

"And what would you do if you were injured like this?" Wufei couldn't help but flinch as one of his ribs made a cracking sound as he tried to bind it.

"I have been in your position. I just had to suck it up." Macy wouldn't look at him, and she climbed up Nataku to inspect exactly how the seatbelt had allowed Wufei to slam into the controls.

Later that day, she slipped away, towards the town and came back with a bottle of painkillers for him and an apologetic look on her face.

At the time, Wufei had just thought she was lying. He never thought that a girl like her, strong and bitchy, could've been hurt.

Now, he knew he was wrong. Those scars weren't just from accidents, someone had hurt her.

"My father tried to strangle me when I was 7... because I didn't do my homework." Macy wouldn't look at Wufei, and she leaned on Nataku, away from him. "My brother tried to slit my throat when I was 9 because... well, mostly because he wasn't all there mentally."

Wufei found himself staring at her. Macy hadn't lost her composure, hadn't shed a tear, and here she was talking about the pain she had been through. About how those she loved had betrayed her.

Macy went silent for several more minutes, and one more moment from the past five days flashed through his mind.

"Where did you get that scar from?" Wufei pointed, quite rudely, to the scar on Macy's throat.

"Oh, don't try to act like you care." Macy had said, not even looking at him. "I'm sick of your bullshitting me with false emotions. What are you going to do, turn on me? Hit all my emotional weak spots so you can get in my pants?"

Wufei bit back a rude response, as he had been trying to do. Though it was hard, because whenever he asked about her scars, her past, or her family, she pulled out the bitch card.

"I hate you." Macy muttered, standing and pacing their small camp.

"You can leave if you want to." Wufei shot back, stung. "I'm not forcing you to stay here anymore."

"You're not forcing me to go, either." The girl made a motion to try and climb Nataku, as she had done countless times, but she fell and landed on the ground. Dejected, she added, "Who says I even have somewhere to go?"

"Do you?" This was the first Wufei had heard of her not having a home to go to, or of her talking about a home at all.

"Depends on what you count as a home." Macy muttered, and then attempted to climb Nataku again, and this time she made it up to Nataku's shoulder.

Wufei didn't say anything, and just like that, the conversation was over.

"My uncle, he beat me within an inch of my life because I said his get rich quick scheme was stupid. I was 11." Macy examined her nails, still unfazed by her own life story.

Wufei listened; he knew he wasn't required to say anything, not yet anyway.

"My boyfriend..." Macy paused here and looked down. "He was probably the worst because I actually trusted him to begin with."

Wufei prompted her with a look. He didn't feel like himself listening to her story. He ached for this girl, this girl who had been betrayed by every man she should've trusted.

"My boyfriend stabbed me because I refused to have sex with him." Macy shook her head, as if shaking off the memories. "I'll be by the river if you need me."

With that, she wandered away, leaving Wufei with one thought.

'She's just as strong as Meiran was.'


A/N: I just read the part about Meiran as I was finishing up this chapter, and it gave me enough information to finish it, I believe, right. Will you drop me a comment? I love to hear from my readers, and thank you for reading!