Title: Iria's Nightmare

Disclaimers: I don't own, so don't care, don't sue, and don't give a jolly-well-damn whether you like it or not.

Song: 'Go With the Flow' by Queens of te Stone Age

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Part 4

Iria was driving home from the drug store and coming up to pass the base when a Leo walked into the middle of the road. Iria stopped dead in her tracks, terrified. "Put your hands in the air and get out of the car."

The voice from the Leo was harsh and serious. A few minutes later a military truck drove up and the OZ soldiers forced Iria inside the truck. The commander started questioning Iria. "What were you doing?" "I was just coming back from the drug store."

Tears started to form in Iria's eyes as her vision grew blurry. "I didn't do anything wrong! I just went to the drug store to buy some last minute things that I forgot to buy before I moved here." The commander looked Iria in the eye. "Do you know anything about the Gundam pilots?"

Iria looked at the commander in shock. "The Gundam Pilots?" she repeated.

The commander let out a small grin. "Yes, the Gundam pilots. Do anything about them?"

Iria fell silent and stared at the empty air space in front of her. The commander allowed his grin to slide all the way across his face. "Boys, take her to the cells. Stick her in the same cell as the Gundam pilot we found.

Iria gasped. "You seem shocked." said the commander. "I believe it is the Gundam pilot known as 03." Iria's eyes went wide. "Is he one of your friends?" The commander pressed on. Iria eyes narrowed.

She knew OZ was against the Gundams and the United Earth's Sphere Alliance. They were also against her family, the Winner family. To be more specific, her father, who owned a number of the colony's resource satellites. He supported the colony's wish for true peace. He was the only thing that was between OZ taking over the colonies. If they found out who she was, they use her against her father. Iria swore to herself that she wouldn't say a word.

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Trowa awoke in a cell.  The first thing he noticed was that he was on the floor. He attempted to get up, but decided not to since it hurt like hell. He tried to lift his head but that almost caused him to blackout.  So he just lied there trying to gather all that he could remember that happened before.

He remembered fighting against the mobile dolls and then he blacked out. He grew a little agitated with himself seeing that that didn't help.

He started to experiment with his muscles. After about five minutes, he found that everything hurt besides his right arm and neck. His head hurt the most.

When he finally gathered enough strength to move, he sat himself up against the cold, steal, cell walls. He shivered slightly as the cold metal touched his skin.

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About two hours later, the cell doors opened. Trowa slowly lifted his head, but had to face back down because the light from the outside began to blind his eyes. He heard voices but can hardly make them out. Then the Commander came into the cell.

Trowa lifted his head since his eyes had adjusted to the light. He looked up at the commander. He looked to be in his late 30's if not older. He had dark, Hazel hair and looked very stern.

"Bring her in!" the commander yelled to the guards behind.

/ /Her? / / Trowa thought to himself. Suddenly, his silent question was answered. It was Iria. The guards brought her in.

/ /Iria?! / / Trowa said to himself / /What is she doing here?! / /

"Let me go!!!" Iria screamed.

The commander smirked. "Do you know this pilot?" he asks.

Iria looks towards where the commander is referring to. She saw Trowa in the far corner of the cell. She gasped. / /oh god, he's hurt… / /

"So, do you two know each other?" the commander asked. No reply. An evil grin slid across his face. "I'll leave you two alone for a while to see if you do remember each other." He walked out of the cell.

Iria just stands there and stares at Trowa. Trowa glared at her. "What the hell are you doing you here?" Trowa said cold and sternly, no emotion showing at all through his eyes. Iria backed away. "I um…" she said.

"Forget it" Trowa said as he scooted to a corner of the cell. Iria took her own corner and just sat there.

*1 hour later*

Iria sat still awake in her corner when Trowa awoke. He groaned at the pain in his head. She looked up and watched silently as she checked Trowa's status with her observant medical eyes. She noted how he had a slight concussion and was showing signs of coming down with a fever. This wasn't good. During the hour, Trowa's breathing had sped up to short gasps. His fever was taking a toll on his breathing. His head still hurt like hell to make manners worse.

Just then, the commander walked in again, this time, with two guards with him. He had a smug smile on his face as he approached his two prisoners. "So, you're Iria Winner. Part of the famous and wealthy Winner family who owns many Colony Resource Satellites. What a catch we have." Then he turned to his other catch, "Unfortunately, we haven't found anything on you. If you tell us who you are and answer a few questions, then you will die quick, but if you refuse, we'll force it out of you and you will die a long painful death. So what will it be?" he smirked evilly.

Trowa looked at the commander with harsh cold eyes that made the commander step back a bit. Only two syllables . . .two words escaped his lips . . . "Try me . . ."

The commander smirked and snapped his fingers. The two guards grinned and moved forward to the Heavyarms pilot, cracking the knuckles the entire way.

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Sorry, that was short wasn't it? ^^(). Gomen, for the cliffhanger too. So, what will happen to poor unibang boy?! : : cries: : You'll find out on the next episode of Iria's Nightmare! Ja ne! O_o : :feels like Mr. Moviephone: :

Forever alone . . .

Forever unaided . . .

-Solo