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The darkness surrounded her like an old friend. The slice of the cold wind through the open windows didn't even faze her as she sat in the middle of her bed room, with her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The glass bottle setting next to her held just a swallow of liquid left. It wasn't helping.

The end was nearing and for the first time she was lost. "What do I do?" Her voice echoed around her and once again she was left with silence. She was alone. Things were spinning out of control all over the place. She was realizing things that sometimes made her want to hide in a dark corner.

She was waking up to some very important facts. First Serene might forever hate her. The thought alone made her chest freeze. She'd been fighting against Dekim to save Serene yet it didn't change the fact of what Serene had had to go through. It didn't matter that Thiana had lived through it for the same amount of time she could see in Serene's eyes that her leaving had caused more damage than Dekim could have ever thought of. She was realizing that once Serene was fully healed, and old enough to be on her own feet, she might actually leave. The girl she had viewed as a friend maybe even a sister would leave and Thiana knew she couldn't, no wouldn't try to stop her.

Then there was Boy, Heero actually. The first person Thiana had felt really connected to. There had been no need for words. In her living hell she'd found someone who seemed to be her other half. She'd always imagined that in the moments they just sat next to each other it was like she'd gained her brother back from the dead. He didn't remember her at all, and he had changed so much. There was a twist to the pure little boy she had known. She'd failed him too. She hadn't been there to take the hits, to keep their attention off of him. She had already been damaged. At least Dr. J had done something right. He had let Heero get out from under Dekim's thumb.

She hurt everyone by leaving them. She still yelled at herself for how she had left things with Relena. Relena hadn't deserved her harsh words, and a friendship Thiana could see lasting past this present horror was probably destroyed. She didn't even know what to think about Zechs. In the last nine months he had become someone she didn't recognize anymore. Every time she saw his face it felt like a knife was stabbing into her heart. It wasn't healthy but she didn't know what to do about it. Instead she ignored it. She pushed it into a small shadowy corner of her mind.

Lastly there was Treize. His earlier vid-call ran through her mind and she realized he was saying goodbye. He had released Relena of her role as Queen and had taken upon the mantel. He was planning a battle that would bring an end to this war that was leading nowhere. His words still haunted her mind.

"My little Panther, you were right. While battle can be a beautiful thing it is only when men are fighting for what they truly believe in, and the introduction of these mobile dolls will keep this war going until the Earth and space are both uninhabitable. Humanity had wanted peace at one time and I had destroyed that hope. I had played this game to my own goals ignoring what was truly needed. A storm is needed. One that will reawaken the hope, and want of true peace in the hearts of every person, in space and on this beautiful planet. There will still be battles but with a sacrifice hopefully the Earth and Colonies will work together to live in a balance of patience and friendship."

"Treize what are you truly saying?"

"You came to me as Kit-Kat, and then took on the title of Thiana Khushrenada. I can never tell you enough how proud I've been to know you, and know that I wish I could see who you'll become when given freedom."

"Treize! Wait what…?"

"Goodbye, my panther."

'He said goodbye. He's planning on dyeing.' The whisper of those words ran through her mind.

"NO!" She hurled the bottle forward and the resounding crash of glass filled the silence. She had hit the upper panes of the window, shattering the glass and the bottle at the same time. The shards littered the floor like a sea of glitter as the light of the moon reflected at every angle.

Some of the glass was even on her bare legs and arms as she quickly started to make a plan to save the man who had become her father. She stood up and started to pace back and forth as she quickly started running through the different plans that could work ignoring the pain of cuts to her feet as she walked over the shards.

It was as she came up with a plan that would work something stopped her in her tracks. 'Is this the right thing to do?' He was Treize Khushrenada. His death might truly be a thing that needs to happen for the next generation to step in and take over directing everyone towards peace. If he lived and people found out about it, it could result in another war.

At the moment she realized she didn't care. She couldn't let him die without her at least trying to save his life. Not only did she owe him, she knew she had to do it for her own mental state. The world could destroy itself truthfully for all she cared. She had to at least try to save him. She didn't know if she could live with herself if she didn't.

She hadn't been the same since she'd witnessed that attack. Kit-Kat had found her at one of her weakest moments; seen her when she was most vulnerable. She chastised herself for letting such a natural part of life upset her. Battles were an inevitable part of life and had been an element in hers since her childhood. It had affected her too much for comfort. The trauma of watching the battle so close had sent her spiraling into her own psyche; drowning once more in the violent nightmares of her past. It had taken the older girl a week just to get her to be responsive again. She hated to admit it but without Kit-Kat's help she might still be locked in the dark abyss of her own mind.

Only recently had she begun to regain what little control she had over her instinct and curiosities. She still had so many questions that needed answering but that would have to wait. Part of her wanted to ask Kit-Kat, knowing the other girl might know enough to fill in some of the gaps. Her pride, however, wouldn't allow it. She still wasn't sure just how much trust she should place in Kit-Kat. Having decided that some things were best left alone for the moment however, she contented herself with snooping through the office. There had been that file with her name on it and she wanted to see just how much Kit-Kat really knew about her. Picking up the file she opened it and thumbed through anything obvious. Apparently someone had been sending Kit-Kat information on her since the last time she'd looked. It was all old information, papers and official documents containing her physical and mental statistics were outlined so well that even the simplest of minds could understand it. All the information pointed to the same conclusion. No matter how you looked at it she was dangerous.

The newest section of the file was labeled under the date of her surgery. Notes from the doctors about her overall condition before and after the procedures gave their best guesses on how quickly and well she was healing and whether or not she would survive. The multiple techniques and tests they had utilized amazed her, but then she had been in horrible condition. She'd been very near death when Kit-Kat had opened the cockpit of her gundam. She'd taken a swing at her that day, tried to hit her out of years of anger and frustration. Perhaps it had been unfair of her to react that way. Kit-Kat was alive, a fact for which she was, despite everything, thankful for. Kit-Kat had been her best friend, more like a sister than anything else. There surely had to have been more to her disappearance then what it seemed. Dekim lied about her death, perhaps he lied about other things as well.

She looked at the photos on the desk again. That was the Kit-Kat she knew: spunky and energetic. They all looked so happy, so content to just live their lives. She envied that. This was so odd for her. Ever since she arrived at Kit-Kat's house emotions she hadn't felt for years were beginning to slowly surface. As she continued to examine the top of the desk she found a small book titled Journal. She reached for it slowly, pulled back her hand once, and then finally grabbed a hold of it. Curiosity had always been a horrible trait of hers and it was that very curiosity that caused her to open the journal.

Her eyes scanned over the first few entries. Confusion overwhelmed her. Each entry was filled with so much pain, all emotional and mostly self-inflicted. Pages and pages of Kit-Kat's feelings on different life events caused her to pause and think. Some of the entries were stained in spots that could only have been from tears. There were some entries about a man named Zechs and a few entries that made little to no sense at all. The entries that really caught her eye were the ones regarding her and Boy. Kit-Kat hadn't abandoned them. She had wanted to save them but had needed to recover first. The doctor's notes made sense now. They had mentioned Kit-Kat in comparison to her own surgeries. Kit-Kat had been merely biding her time for the right time to strike. She never stopped caring. She never stopped thinking about them. The more she read, the guiltier she felt for how she'd treated her old friend. Even though Kit-Kat had never actually come for her, she still saved her and that had to count for something.

Reading a little further she found that Boy was not only still alive but that Kit-Kat had found him. He was using a new code name and had friends. She felt her heart lighten a little. It had been so long since she'd felt any sort of peace and knowing now what she hadn't before made her feel exactly that. She was about to turn to the next page when a loud crash echoed through the house. She knew that sound, the sound of glass shattering and Kit-Kat screaming. Before she knew what she was doing she was running down the hall past the many decorations and into Kit-Kat's room. She was pacing back and forth, muttering and swearing, her bare feet bleeding from the shards of broken glass. It was in that moment that she knew her friend needed her help. She still wasn't ready to fully trust her yet, but after all of the things the older girl had done for her lately it was the least she could do.

"Kit-Kat?" She almost whispered it. It had been weeks since any words had left her lips and her throat protested. The older girl stopped pacing and looked up, startled, having been jarred out of her own thoughts.

"Serene…" The older girl paused and their eyes locked. It seemed like a small eternity passed as silence settled around them. Serene watched as a flash of pain ran through Kit-Kat's eyes before both of their eyes lowered to take in the sight of her bleeding feet, and all the broken glass. When their eyes meet again Kit-Kat took a couple steps forward before stopping. "Serene, there's someplace I have to go. There's someone I care deeply for that is heading into a battle ready to die." Serene took in the almost warring look on Kit-Kat's face. While she knew her face gave nothing away inside she was confused and hurt because Kit-Kat had promised not to leave her again.

"There's something I need to show you first." Kit-Kat stated "Will you come with me?" Serene waited for a moment contemplating what she should do before nodding. Kit-Kat nodded back before she headed towards her study.

She stopped in the middle of the room and gazed up at the large portrait of her and Treize. "You probably know who he is already. Colonel Treize Khushrenada, the man who saved my life. After the mission Dekim sent you on to that sick twisted man who hurt you, I tried to hurt Dekim for hurting you." She paused as she made sure she chose her words wisely. "In return he sent me on what he thought would be a suicide mission. That mission was to kill Treize, except it didn't work out that way. Treize gave me an offer to live, and at the time I didn't have another choice. He gave me a second chance at this life, he gave me the means to fight back against Dekim, and he helped me to realize that I was more than what Dekim had made me to be." Thiana went up and lightly placed her hand on the frame before turning to face Serene.

"A war is going to take place and he's going into it with the thoughts that he's not going to come back. His death from this battle could very well end this war but I can't let him die without trying to save his life. I would never forgive myself if I don't try to save him." She stepped forward picking up one of the many frames from her desk.

"He's going to fight against another friend. Zechs Merquise, I don't know what to think about him anymore… He's changed and he's leading a group that is twisted into thinking radical dangerous thought." She handed the frame over to Serene and watched as she gazed down at the picture. "I need to talk to him. I need t hear him tell me why he's doing this." She paused taking a deep breath.

"There's something else about him that you should know. He was born with the name Millardo Peacecraft, and while he's acting like a crazed war leader now there's a part of him that is very noble and I have to give him a chance to make a different choice." She was more now talking to herself then to Serene, and when she realized that she quickly snapped herself out of it.

"It's going to be happening soon, and I need to be in space when everything starts to happen. It's going to take a lot of work to get everything ready, and a lot of planning to make it work. I'm going to need to make a secret visit to Treize's engineers, and I'm sure Howard will be in space watching all of this." Thiana started pacing again as she worked out what was going to be happened. "He's going to be on Peace Million, and there are different rooms we could hide in to keep out of sight. I'm sure there's a side docking port that we could stash your gundam. I also know Howard will let me link into their communication links."

It was then she was broken out of her thoughts by the voice she wasn't used to hearing again. "We?" She looked up and was shocked by the confused, and hurt look on Serene's face. It was faint and another would think there was no emotion but Thiana could see it.

"Yes we, I promised you I wasn't going to leave you alone again. It's going to be hard. This battle is going to be larger than the one on Sanc, and I wouldn't take you if there was any other way, but I don't know if I can even do this on my own. I know you don't trust me, or even still like me, but you're the only one I trust to be at my back in this thing." She stopped as she realized what she was really asking of her younger friend.

"Please… help me save them." Serene heard Kit-Kat whisper "I know you're still recovering, mentally and physically. If you don't think you can handle this I'll find someplace for you to be until it's over. I wouldn't ask though if I didn't think you could handle this and if I truly could do this on my own. I won't ask anything else of you but please, just help me save them." She saw the beginnings of tears in her old friend's eyes. These men really meant the world to her. She ran a hand through her bangs, sighing.

"Ok." It was a simple response but she knew it was all Kit-Kat needed to hear. She turned and walked towards the door.

"Serene… Thank you." She turned back and gave her a small smile, nodding her head in acknowledgement. She knew the path ahead would be as rough as it was dangerous but perhaps this time, with her old friend by her side, things wouldn't be too bad.