This was originally going to be very different, but oh well, you get what you get! next chapter will have a lot more Heero and Caleb, and Wu-fei too!

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Trowa settled into the seat of the F1 Winner private shuttle to earth, trying to get his back more comfortable in the plush velvet seats. The shuttle was small and made for use of the Winner family, but Quatre had told Trowa about the case, and they had deemed it urgent enough to warrant the use of such high class transportation.

Pulling his chair forward, he placed a manila folder down on a teak wooden table, set for passengers to review important papers on, or simply to place extra business folders on. Opening hers, he braced himself and thought back to his own personal experience with memory loss.

Seven years ago, when Trowa was fifteen, he experience severe trauma in space that caused him to undergo memory loss. He had been found and treated, by an outpost clinic during the war, and afterwards wandered around aimlessly for months, getting by on an odd job as a waiter. During all of this he was a pathetic mess; randomly trembling at the slightest of noises, screaming without cause in the middle of the night, and worst of all were the headaches he got whenever he tried to remember anything. If not for his adoptive sister, Catherine, who found him outside of work one night, huddling from the explosion of a car nearby, he would have still been like he was now.

At the time it was as if his body didn't want him to go back to the way of life he had been living, as if it was trying to tell him the stress of being a Gundam pilot was too much. He had overcome that boundary, eventually. For the need of his friends and the people he loved, he finally pulled his memories together and overcame that emotional boundary, but it had come at a price. Only three people knew, besides Trowa, what that price was, but he couldn't afford to have it any other way.

Now it seemed Relena was in the same situation he had been in. Quatre had called Trowa only two nights before to discuss her case at length. Quatre told his close friend about the accident, and about Heero's reaction, and about how Caleb was doing. He also confided that Heero was acting less and less like the man he was known to be, and that he finally prescribed some high dosage anti-depressants to the man. Trowa was shocked to watch the Perfect Soldier fall apart. Heero should be stronger, for Relena's sake, and for Caleb's.

Relena, she was the patient this time. Trowa's sigh was audible and his shoulders slouched as he looked over the documents before him describing her current stats and medical condition, as well as a brief history. But that didn't matter; Trowa should have seen this coming.

He closed his eyes tight as he remembered back to the last time the two of them had been alone together.


"Trowa, sit down please." The Vice Foreign Minister of the Earth Nation was facing away from him, out the window. The study was small and poorly lit and a large oval desk was near the rear where she stood, with two wooden chairs facing it.

"Relena, why did you call me?" Trowa asked. He was surprised she hadn't called Heero, her personal guard. He was in town this week, after all, and he should be able to escort her anywhere she needed to go, with her happily following. They were newlyweds, after all.

"Trowa, please just sit down." It was hard to tell, but this time he notice. Her voice was definitely strained.

Relena was strong, Relena was confident, Relena was the embodiment of everything that was sound and secure, and she never fell apart, at least so he had thought.

That's how Trowa found himself sitting at her desk, his face a mask, waiting for her to break.

At first, she didn't. She just thanked him, and stood where she was, watching the people walk back and forth beneath her.

Twenty minutes went by, and Trowa was wondering whether he should leave or not when she turned to face him.

She was a complete wreck; her mascara left trails down her face, her nose was a fierce red, and her eyes were swollen. Tears ran violently but silent down her cheeks and she didn't bother to wipe them away. Her hair hung loose from its braid and it looked as if it had been pulled at and torn at, and then straightened back into place, only to have the process repeated. The overall result was horrendous.

But in that same moment Trowa had never seen Relena Peacecraft look more real.

Standing in front of him she shuffled around in her pocket and pulled out a small plastic test strip.

Her hands were shaking as she handed it over, and Trowa stayed silent as he reviewed the results.

"You're the most level headed, Trowa." Relena said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself.

"Relena, you're pregnant." She was looking for an answer. He would deliver.

Handing it back to her, his expression softened. Inside he didn't feel glad for her at all, in fact, he felt a new range of emotions, but he wouldn't show them. God, was he angry; angry that Heero would want a family when he still had so many responsibilities, angry that Relena would have to go through all of the press as a mother so young, and most of all angry that he would probably never have a family. And there was a new feeling; jealousy, but he'd put that in an ugly little box to never open again.

He put on a good face, turned up to her and handed the tester back to Relena.

That's when she broke.

"I don't want to be pregnant!" Relena shouted as her hands flew up to cradle her head and her knees buckled out from under her.

Trowa caught her, and sat her on the desk, holding her close. Sometimes he comforted Catherine this way, when she was upset about a breakup, but never had he wanted someone to feel so whole again, never had he held someone so delicate before.

Rocking her back and forth, he kept silent, and just let her talk. Being someone to lean on, someone she could rely on.

"I'm the Vice Foreign Minister!" She was sobbing

"I know."

"I'm only eighteen!" She pulled back to shout this in his face.

"I know."

"I just got married two months ago." She had retreated back into Trowa's shirt front again.

"Yes you did"

"Oh, God." He could barely make out what she was saying. "How will I tell Heero?"

Trowa stroked her hair with one hand, and with the other he rubbed soft, reassuring circles on her back.

Trowa thought about his answer, and remember something that had happened to Catherine. Maybe Relena would understand.

"Relena, Catherine is twenty four now. When she was eighteen, she was dating an engineer on colony L2. They loved each other very much, and when one thing led to another, Catherine was pregnant." Trowa started out very slow, letting it soak in.

"Now, you know Catherine is a performer, and at the time she was providing for me also. Well, at first she was so excited. She came up with names for the baby, and went out looking at outfits. She even found a little clown costume for him. That's when she went to tell her boyfriend about the baby."

"At the entrance to the building, she suddenly was overcome with fear. She had thoughts like; what if he doesn't want the child? And what if he wants to take the child away from me because I'm a performer? In the end she never told him, and instead had an abortion."

Relena had stopped shaking, and was breathing normally again.

"What did her boyfriend say?" She asked.

"He said he didn't really care one way or another. But Relena, that doesn't matter, because what's important is that to this day Catherine still mourns losing that child. She still regrets the decision she made."

Trowa's improve speech had the desired effect. Relena sat back, and her usual determined look returned to her eyes. Her fists bunched up at her sides, and her mouth was set. Pulling herself off the table, she excused herself to the phone and made a couple of quick phone calls.

Turning back to Trowa she finally pulled out a white kerchief and wiped her face, trying to clean it at best as she could. There wasn't really any improvement, but it probably made her feel better.

"Thank you for the help, Trowa." Relena said as diplomatically as she could. "I'll have Dorathy send you an announcement before the press release."

Trowa smiled slightly; glad the woman he knew was back to herself again.

As he reached the door she asked him one last question.

"What was Catherine going to name her boy?"

"Caleb."

And Trowa left Relena, returning back to the present and the space craft as it was about to begin it's decent into the earth's atmosphere.

This chapter was going to have much more plot development in it, but when i finished writing it, it turned out much better having it cut off here, so the rest will be in the next chapter

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