Disclaimer: I never have and I never will own Gundam Wing. I'm not that
fortunate. :P
Rating: PG-13 for the most part
Pairings: Non-yaoi, see Raptures of Paradise and Phases of Memory for
pairings.
Surprises: Enough to make your head spin. ;P
Genres: Sci-fi, drama, horror, some fluff, and other delightful things.
AN: A shout out to my beta Midii Une, Bryony, and everyone else who reviewed my fics. You're my cheerleading section! ^_^
Gundam Wing: Legend of the Dream Stalker Part 4: Blue 102 By Sailor Celaeno
Heero and Duo arrived at the conference room where Hilde was already talking via vidscreen to a tired looking Trowa. "All right, they're both here," said Hilde. "Right. Midii has a lead for us. When she woke up from her fever she was very excited because she had finally remembered her old life," Trowa began. "That's good for her, Trowa," Duo said. Trowa nodded. "She remembers a great deal more than expected. She remembered receiving an experimental injection. She said that she wasn't the only test subject. She said someone named Doctor Vargas Moritz was in charge. The other test subjects were other spies in the Alliance, just like her." "Just how can we use this information?" Heero immediately asked. "She was called into Dr. Moritz's office several times afterwards for examinations. She was tested for Newtype abilities," was his reply.
*****
Wufei waited patiently as Sally made a final phone call. She was checking on Fiona Laramie and the other patients. With other than the occasional brain wave spikes, there were no significant changes, good or bad. Sally wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. Wufei knew her frustration as doctor and as a Preventer. Everything about the situation was frustrating. An invisible enemy was lurking and attacking people in their dreams, with no clear motive. The worst thing of all was that the enemy was almost certainly a powerful Newtype. It was the only conclusion that could be certain, especially with what Quatre said. "I just wish there was more I could do," Sally said with a sigh. "We are humans with limitations. I am angry with this foe as well," Wufei growled at the dilemma. "I think I just want to go home," Sally said as she put on her bag. It was early July, and she changed out of her uniform to a more comfortable t-shirt and knee-high cargo pants. "Right," nodded Wufei. He too was wearing summer-appropriate casual wear. They technically were off duty since 6pm, but they were dealing with the patients and interviewing people for any clues that were overlooked. As expected, there was little information of any use. They ate at a deli outside the hospital before finishing up their investigation for the day. "Looks like it's all up to Quatre to save the day," replied Sally with some amusement in her voice. Wufei was very quiet at the comment. "You don't doubt Quatre, do you?" "He's the one who doubts himself," Wufei said straight to the point. "A man in doubt is the danger. He will be a problem if he can't pull himself together. He knows that very well." Sally knew Wufei was right. Quatre had to pull himself together.
*****
Quatre stared at the sky from the balcony of his penthouse apartment. Liam was sleeping his room. Mrs. Baines was reading a book in hers. He stood silent and alone watching the city stretched out before him. Dark thoughts entered his mind. His power was really strong, stronger than he could have imagined. If he wanted to, he could have destroyed the buildings just by concentrating. All the world was at his mercy if it was his true desire. The thoughts thrilled and horrified him immensely. "Could the dream stalker be thinking this way too?" he wondered. Cassandra Taylor felt that way. Her sister Kari felt that way and so did the parasitic Tempest. They had power that no ordinary human possessed. Their abilities made them goddesses able to destroy at their whim. It frightened Quatre to know that he almost became like them. He could kill his enemies with a thought and not have to deal with the consequences. The only one that could stop him was Sailor Celaeno, but she normally had others do the work. She had to avoid excessive contamination of ESUN's cultural evolution. Quatre was not the sort of person who enjoyed violence, but he was a soldier. Regrettably he killed people. There was no pleasure in killing. It was the nature of war that made people become killers. It haunted him that he hurt people even though he abhorred doing so. He thought over the conversation he had with Nova about his fears. "Don't be afraid the darkness in your heart. All people possess darkness within them. You must control that darkness, not ignore or suppress it. When you understand the darkness of your own heart, you will understand the darkness in your enemies' heart." That was exactly what Quatre was doing. He was trying to understand the darkness of his heart. He decided that doing much needed telepathy exercises were overdue. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He could hear Nova's voice in his mind, guiding him into the meditative state. "The world is a ball, spinning in the void. The forces of the cosmos keeps it from flying away." His mind drifted and he envisioned the Earth orbiting the sun as though he was floating in space. "You are part of the void. You are part of the cosmic forces that keeps the Earth from spinning to oblivion. You can control its path if you choose it." The floating sensation grew stronger as the remembered words echoed. "Feel the beating of your heart. Blood delivers oxygen to your whole body." Soon, he could hear the beating of his heart as though his ear was pressed close to it. His vision no longer showed the Earth, but the blood being pushed through his blood vessels. "Now hear the heartbeats of all people. See their hearts beating as one with yours." Quickly his mind could hear many heartbeats along with his own. His eyes flew wide open as he could feel his mind being pulled. A force so powerful drew him closer. Quatre struggled to get away, but to no avail. "What.?" "Do you think can stop me?" Quatre shuddered violently as he awoke from his trance. "It found me."
*****
Midii was sitting in a chair on the balcony of her apartment. She watched the sunset with the sky becoming purple as though she was reminding herself what sunsets looked like. The stars began taking their places in the heavens. A breeze came in from the east. She felt a warm blanket covering her. She smiled at Trowa's kindness. "It's chilly tonight. Don't catch cold," he said in his calm way. "Thank you," she said as she leaned further back into her seat. "Trowa?" "Hm?" was his reply. "While I was away from you. I asked myself lots of questions. I wondered if I really wanted to get my memories back. I read my military records, but they gave me only cold, hard facts. They told me nothing of how it felt hearing my father talk to me. the laughter of my brothers. It was then I knew that I wanted those memories back." "I'm glad to have you back," was his reply. He sat in a nearby chair watching her as she talked. "Do you really Trowa? Mira meant nothing to you?" "Mira was a shadow. of someone I knew. She was a stranger, and I had no feelings with her. My feelings. are for Midii," he reached out and gently touched a wavy lock of blond hair. Midii felt very glad she grew her hair long. There was a comforting feeling when he touched her hair. It was like father when he tucked her to bed. It was like those times grandmama sang to her. Midii would lean on the elderly woman's side. Grandmama would wrap an arm around Midii and stroke her trusting, blond head. Midii turned quietly and watched Trowa observing her. "Did you picture yourself being where you are right now?" "No. I didn't," he replied. "Only in my dreams. I didn't think I could live when the war ended. I didn't think that I'd ever appreciate happiness because I've lived so long without it," she said as she turned towards the disappearing sun. "Are you happy then?" Trowa moved closer towards her. "Perhaps. I don't know. I'm not sure. I can't say if it's real happiness, or my illusion of happiness. True happiness won't fade in the wind. It lingers on and on. like." Trowa watched her intently. "Lingers like what?" Midii said with some deliberation in her speech. "It lingers in your memory like the song in a music box. It plays the same song when you open it. When find true happiness it stays with you." "But the music box needs to be rewound after a time," he reached over and touched her hand. "Yes, but the song comes back again. You don't hear it, but the memory of the song and its return is special too. Yes, Trowa. Just maybe. I'm happy now." Trowa held her hand. "Just maybe. we're each happier now." "Maybe Trowa. just maybe."
*****
Duo sat in Fiona's room. The machines were beeping as they monitored her life signs. His mind was a jumble as he kept his vigil over her. "Damn it." he mumbled to himself. "Why her?" Hilde stepped into room. She had a large paper cup with steaming hot chocolate. She walked over to her husband and offered the cup. "Drink something. It's chocolate with a marshmallow, just the way you like it." "Thanks, Hil," he replied. He took a careful sip before putting the cup down on the small table by Fiona's bed. "I'll stay with you," she sat in the other chair by Duo. "You're beat, you should go home," he began. Hilde shook her head. "We're husband and wife now. When one is in need, the other will be with them. I know how worried you are for her. I'll stay." Duo nodded. He knew there was no sense arguing with Mrs. Duo Maxwell when she was determined. "Thanks." Hilde leaned over and kissed Duo. "It'll be fine."
*****
Somewhere, the Dream Stalker waits to make the next move. Somewhere it waits for the phase of its plan. Quatre.
Next time: Just what does the Dream Stalker want with Quatre? Hm. can't tell you. That would be spoiling. :P You'll have to wait for chapter 5!
AN: A shout out to my beta Midii Une, Bryony, and everyone else who reviewed my fics. You're my cheerleading section! ^_^
Gundam Wing: Legend of the Dream Stalker Part 4: Blue 102 By Sailor Celaeno
Heero and Duo arrived at the conference room where Hilde was already talking via vidscreen to a tired looking Trowa. "All right, they're both here," said Hilde. "Right. Midii has a lead for us. When she woke up from her fever she was very excited because she had finally remembered her old life," Trowa began. "That's good for her, Trowa," Duo said. Trowa nodded. "She remembers a great deal more than expected. She remembered receiving an experimental injection. She said that she wasn't the only test subject. She said someone named Doctor Vargas Moritz was in charge. The other test subjects were other spies in the Alliance, just like her." "Just how can we use this information?" Heero immediately asked. "She was called into Dr. Moritz's office several times afterwards for examinations. She was tested for Newtype abilities," was his reply.
*****
Wufei waited patiently as Sally made a final phone call. She was checking on Fiona Laramie and the other patients. With other than the occasional brain wave spikes, there were no significant changes, good or bad. Sally wasn't sure if she was relieved or not. Wufei knew her frustration as doctor and as a Preventer. Everything about the situation was frustrating. An invisible enemy was lurking and attacking people in their dreams, with no clear motive. The worst thing of all was that the enemy was almost certainly a powerful Newtype. It was the only conclusion that could be certain, especially with what Quatre said. "I just wish there was more I could do," Sally said with a sigh. "We are humans with limitations. I am angry with this foe as well," Wufei growled at the dilemma. "I think I just want to go home," Sally said as she put on her bag. It was early July, and she changed out of her uniform to a more comfortable t-shirt and knee-high cargo pants. "Right," nodded Wufei. He too was wearing summer-appropriate casual wear. They technically were off duty since 6pm, but they were dealing with the patients and interviewing people for any clues that were overlooked. As expected, there was little information of any use. They ate at a deli outside the hospital before finishing up their investigation for the day. "Looks like it's all up to Quatre to save the day," replied Sally with some amusement in her voice. Wufei was very quiet at the comment. "You don't doubt Quatre, do you?" "He's the one who doubts himself," Wufei said straight to the point. "A man in doubt is the danger. He will be a problem if he can't pull himself together. He knows that very well." Sally knew Wufei was right. Quatre had to pull himself together.
*****
Quatre stared at the sky from the balcony of his penthouse apartment. Liam was sleeping his room. Mrs. Baines was reading a book in hers. He stood silent and alone watching the city stretched out before him. Dark thoughts entered his mind. His power was really strong, stronger than he could have imagined. If he wanted to, he could have destroyed the buildings just by concentrating. All the world was at his mercy if it was his true desire. The thoughts thrilled and horrified him immensely. "Could the dream stalker be thinking this way too?" he wondered. Cassandra Taylor felt that way. Her sister Kari felt that way and so did the parasitic Tempest. They had power that no ordinary human possessed. Their abilities made them goddesses able to destroy at their whim. It frightened Quatre to know that he almost became like them. He could kill his enemies with a thought and not have to deal with the consequences. The only one that could stop him was Sailor Celaeno, but she normally had others do the work. She had to avoid excessive contamination of ESUN's cultural evolution. Quatre was not the sort of person who enjoyed violence, but he was a soldier. Regrettably he killed people. There was no pleasure in killing. It was the nature of war that made people become killers. It haunted him that he hurt people even though he abhorred doing so. He thought over the conversation he had with Nova about his fears. "Don't be afraid the darkness in your heart. All people possess darkness within them. You must control that darkness, not ignore or suppress it. When you understand the darkness of your own heart, you will understand the darkness in your enemies' heart." That was exactly what Quatre was doing. He was trying to understand the darkness of his heart. He decided that doing much needed telepathy exercises were overdue. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. He could hear Nova's voice in his mind, guiding him into the meditative state. "The world is a ball, spinning in the void. The forces of the cosmos keeps it from flying away." His mind drifted and he envisioned the Earth orbiting the sun as though he was floating in space. "You are part of the void. You are part of the cosmic forces that keeps the Earth from spinning to oblivion. You can control its path if you choose it." The floating sensation grew stronger as the remembered words echoed. "Feel the beating of your heart. Blood delivers oxygen to your whole body." Soon, he could hear the beating of his heart as though his ear was pressed close to it. His vision no longer showed the Earth, but the blood being pushed through his blood vessels. "Now hear the heartbeats of all people. See their hearts beating as one with yours." Quickly his mind could hear many heartbeats along with his own. His eyes flew wide open as he could feel his mind being pulled. A force so powerful drew him closer. Quatre struggled to get away, but to no avail. "What.?" "Do you think can stop me?" Quatre shuddered violently as he awoke from his trance. "It found me."
*****
Midii was sitting in a chair on the balcony of her apartment. She watched the sunset with the sky becoming purple as though she was reminding herself what sunsets looked like. The stars began taking their places in the heavens. A breeze came in from the east. She felt a warm blanket covering her. She smiled at Trowa's kindness. "It's chilly tonight. Don't catch cold," he said in his calm way. "Thank you," she said as she leaned further back into her seat. "Trowa?" "Hm?" was his reply. "While I was away from you. I asked myself lots of questions. I wondered if I really wanted to get my memories back. I read my military records, but they gave me only cold, hard facts. They told me nothing of how it felt hearing my father talk to me. the laughter of my brothers. It was then I knew that I wanted those memories back." "I'm glad to have you back," was his reply. He sat in a nearby chair watching her as she talked. "Do you really Trowa? Mira meant nothing to you?" "Mira was a shadow. of someone I knew. She was a stranger, and I had no feelings with her. My feelings. are for Midii," he reached out and gently touched a wavy lock of blond hair. Midii felt very glad she grew her hair long. There was a comforting feeling when he touched her hair. It was like father when he tucked her to bed. It was like those times grandmama sang to her. Midii would lean on the elderly woman's side. Grandmama would wrap an arm around Midii and stroke her trusting, blond head. Midii turned quietly and watched Trowa observing her. "Did you picture yourself being where you are right now?" "No. I didn't," he replied. "Only in my dreams. I didn't think I could live when the war ended. I didn't think that I'd ever appreciate happiness because I've lived so long without it," she said as she turned towards the disappearing sun. "Are you happy then?" Trowa moved closer towards her. "Perhaps. I don't know. I'm not sure. I can't say if it's real happiness, or my illusion of happiness. True happiness won't fade in the wind. It lingers on and on. like." Trowa watched her intently. "Lingers like what?" Midii said with some deliberation in her speech. "It lingers in your memory like the song in a music box. It plays the same song when you open it. When find true happiness it stays with you." "But the music box needs to be rewound after a time," he reached over and touched her hand. "Yes, but the song comes back again. You don't hear it, but the memory of the song and its return is special too. Yes, Trowa. Just maybe. I'm happy now." Trowa held her hand. "Just maybe. we're each happier now." "Maybe Trowa. just maybe."
*****
Duo sat in Fiona's room. The machines were beeping as they monitored her life signs. His mind was a jumble as he kept his vigil over her. "Damn it." he mumbled to himself. "Why her?" Hilde stepped into room. She had a large paper cup with steaming hot chocolate. She walked over to her husband and offered the cup. "Drink something. It's chocolate with a marshmallow, just the way you like it." "Thanks, Hil," he replied. He took a careful sip before putting the cup down on the small table by Fiona's bed. "I'll stay with you," she sat in the other chair by Duo. "You're beat, you should go home," he began. Hilde shook her head. "We're husband and wife now. When one is in need, the other will be with them. I know how worried you are for her. I'll stay." Duo nodded. He knew there was no sense arguing with Mrs. Duo Maxwell when she was determined. "Thanks." Hilde leaned over and kissed Duo. "It'll be fine."
*****
Somewhere, the Dream Stalker waits to make the next move. Somewhere it waits for the phase of its plan. Quatre.
Next time: Just what does the Dream Stalker want with Quatre? Hm. can't tell you. That would be spoiling. :P You'll have to wait for chapter 5!
