Title: Finding What Was Lost

Author: Something Like Human

Rating: 13+ (for now )

Genre: Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter – Gundam Wing x-over. Basically folks, right after the Eve's War (A.C. 196 in the gundam-verse), the vampires came out of the coffin. So in the Anita-verse, it's post-Incubus Dreams.

Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, 3somes, vampires, were-everythings, zombies, blood, sex, language. (the usual for the two genres)

Pairings: 2x5, and Anita/anything male….

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot.

Duo's POV

We spent the evening together, WuFei and I. It was quiet and we just sat in our room and talked a lot. I was really trying to drag up any memories from early childhood. I couldn't come up with much. It was mostly vague memories - a moldy old, smelly couch, being cold and hungry, being afraid of adults, and the feeling that I needed to protect those smaller than me. They really could have been memories of after I got to L2 or before. I was never really sure.

WuFei just held me as I talked it all out. He had been aware of my rough childhood for a long time. He knew of my times on the street. He also knew about what happened at Maxwell's Orphanage.

I had a very fitful night's sleep after that. Wu would probably say something about my subconscious trying to tell me something. I'm of the opinion that I really should have tried poking my memory that hard. I had the standard nightmare about the church being destroyed. I had several other dreams where I was a small child being chased by mobile suits or OZ soldiers.

The last dream, I had in the wee hours of the morning. At first, I thought that I was dreaming about looking at myself as a small child. The face that I was looking at appeared to be mine - very young and very wide eyed. Sometimes I do dream in the third person. Then I came to realize that no, I was the one looking at the little boy with my face. I was hugging the boy close as he was crying.

"Shhh, don't cry," my tiny voice said to the sobbing boy. "You have to listen to me."

It was then that I was aware of the sound of heavy boots walking down the hallway behind me. The feeling of terror was rising in me. The tiny child in my arms was shaking in fear.

"You need to run as fast as you can and then find somewhere to hide," I instructed him while wiping his tears from his dirty little face. "Whatever you do, if you get caught by him, don't lie. He hits harder when he thinks you've been lying."

"Okay, but I want you to come with me," the child sobbed.

"I can't. I'll hold him off to give you a head start. The both of us don't need hit."

"But - "

"No," I said as I heard the footsteps even closer. They were heavy and uneven. That meant that he was probably drunk again. "Go, now! Remember what I told you!"

"Run, hide, and don't lie!" the little boy repeated before bolting out the door. "Bye, Nicky!"

My eyes were dry and even though I was shaking with fear, I turned and glared up to the very large man looming over me in the doorway. He was holding a nightstick in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

It was then that I woke with a start. WuFei was gently shaking my shoulders to wake me. I looked up in to his dark brown eyes that were filled with concern. I dove into his arms and let him hold me. We both had a lot of experience with nightmares from our pasts. He stroked my hair and I started to calm down.

"Shh, Duo, it was just a bad dream," he whispered.

I shook my head at him pulling back to look at his face again. "No, I think it was actually a memory. A long burried one, but a memory."

He smoothed my bangs down and brushed his fingers across my cheek. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I told him about the dream. He listened and held me while I did so. He held his questions until the end though. He just let me spill about the whole thing first.

"Do you think it really was a memory or was it just that you've been thinking about the possibility of him being your little brother?"

"No," I replied. "I can describe that kitchen and the backdoor of the house now with great detail. I could tell you what the rest of the house looked like. I could tell you about the tiny, filthy room we shared that only had a mattress on the floor and one blanket. I was really there, Fei."

"So you really think that you may be Nicholas Graison?"

"Probably, maybe, I don't know?"

"Well, Sally said that she would call today. She was rushing that genetic test through as fast as possible," he explained.

It was early still but we got up and dressed. The gym at the local Preventer's office was always opened. A good work out, some sweat, and maybe a good fight was just what the doctor ordered. About a year ago, WuFei was finally tired of me blocking punches with my face during missions. He started teaching me some martial arts. As a kid, he had been trained in Tai Chi and several styles of kung fu. On the other hand, I was trained on the streets by being hit. I wasn't really learning a particular style from him but a mix of whatever seemed to work for me. He'd show me a few forms and then we would break them down in to practical fighting techniques. I finally understood why he always seemed to do his forms all the time even back during the war. It wasn't just a dance to him, despite him looking like he was flowing through the stances like a dancer. He really was 'seeing' his invisible opponents making every practice form count as much a if he were sparring with a partner. I wasn't anywhere near that yet doing forms but the sparring was what I loved. Everytime my Chinese lover and I sparred, I knew that I would be exhausted when we were done and have several new bruises. I also knew that I would learn something either about a technique, about my lover, or most importantly, about myself.

My cell phone rang right after I got out of the shower. I wasn't going to answer it but noticed that it was Sally. "Hello?"

"Good morning, Duo," she said cheerfully.

"Morning, Sal. Got any news for me?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. I wanted to call you first before I called your look-alike."

"The suspense is killing me here," I teased. "I feel like I'm on one of those day time shows and you're going to make me wait through a comercial break to tell me that I am not the father."

She laughed at that. "Well, I can tell you with some certainty that you are not the father."

"Gee, Sally, I could have figured that one out myself. I was less than a year old supposedly when Nate was born."

"Do you want me to start calling you Nicholas or are you still going to go by Duo?"

"Huh?"

"You two are a match. Nathaniel is your brother," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice even over the phone. "Congrats, you have a family. Well, at least you have a brother. I don't know anything about what family he has."

"So it's true? I really am his brother?"

"Kid, only you have the devil's own luck at bumping into your long lost and forgotten brother."

"Thanks, Sally for running the test so fast," I said for lack of anything better to say. I grabbed WuFei's hand as I hung up the phone. He had came and stood by me when he realised who I was on the phone with.

"So it was a memory," my partner said. "That dream you had last night."

"Yes. My name really is Nicholas Graison," I said letting that information sink in. I always figured that I had a name before I named myself Duo but I never thought that I find out what it was. I thought back to that dream from last night. "I want to find out who that man was and I want him to know what it is like to be afraid."

"Shinigami wants to come out and play with him," WuFei chuckled. "Maybe we should start by talking to Nathaniel about it. Maybe he knows who he was. We don't even know if that man is still alive."

"I sure hope that he's still alive because the way I see it, he's the one to blame for everything. He's the one who took me from my family."