Regretting Nothing - Part 5
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I have said that many times now. I am not that creative.
Author's Note: It's been awhile now since anyone has Relena. Millardo finally makes an appearance, and he's just as confused as Heero. Relena is now Sidney Marquette for those of you who haven't been keeping up. You can check out my website, but none of these parts (except for one and two) are up. They'll be posted here first. Check out our Gundam Wing cast: it's a boy band. Which one…check for yourself. Please don't throw tomatoes at us. Anyway, back to the summary: Relena just got scouted by a modeling scout last part. The Preventers just found out that Relena's foster mother, Mrs. Darlian, died the day she left. Also, there's some psychological stuff coming up. Sidney has been living comfortable in her new life, while others, namely Heero and Millardo are frantically looking for her, well…not like they'd show it anyway. New characters are introduced. Be kind, one of them isn't all that he seems. And remember, Relena has a lot of character changes (as some might call it), so bare with me. Don't quit after this it'll be worth it. Wow, this is the longest AN have ever written.
Sidney was having another nightmare. She was tossing and turning. She threw the sheets off the bed. Her voice reverberated against the room's walls: "DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!" Her screams were in a high pitched voice. Angie woke up with a jolt and came over immediately to Sidney's bed. Angie was trying to wake her up. "Sid! Wake up! You're just dreaming!" she said in a loud whisper. There came pounding from the door; people always did that after Sidney had a nightmare. Blissfully, the nightmares only came once in awhile, but the walls in the dorms were pretty thin.
Now, most people would be upset, if they were jolted from a nice peaceful sleep like Angie, but she was never upset. She couldn't be: Sidney was always crying after the intense nightmares. Sidney never told her about them. Angie would always defend Sidney after one of those terrible nights. Everyone in the dorm had very little sympathy for Sidney. Maybe, it was because she was now a fashion model or currently the class valedictorian.
"It's okay. You're safe. Nothing here is going to hurt you. I am here. It's all right," said Angie in a soothing voice as she placed her arms around Sidney rocking her gently. Sidney was gasping for air. Her heart was racing. Her face wet with tears. Angie always worried about her. After all, Sidney was her best friend. Angie also wished that Sidney would confided her in her more; it was as if she didn't trust her. But, Angie let it slide, whatever the nightmares were they were something Sidney struggled to keep inside her. Each morning after the nightmares, Sidney wouldn't talk for hours or even days afterwards. Part of her was embarrassed for allowing childhood traumas to get to her, and the other part wanted to keep her past forever locked away if possible.
* * *
Millardo decided that just he should go to the Darlian estate and question anyone there if they saw his sister. He was worried about her. As he drove his car to the front of the estate, a maid greeted him, "Hello Mr. Peacecraft, Mr. Thomas the executor is here to see as you requested."
"Please lead the way, Miss," said Millardo. He wanted the maid to lead him, so that he could question her before they got to Mr. Thomas who was waiting the backyard. "Did you see my sister for Mrs. Darlian's funeral, Miss?" asked Millardo
"No, sir," she answered. She felt uncomfortable for having no good answers for this powerful man. "Can I say something, Mr. Peacecraft?" she said in a timid voice.
"Yes, please, if you have any opinion or idea of the situation, I would like to know," answered Millardo.
"Well, I thought that it was strange that Miss Relena didn't make the funeral. I was here for all the visits that she and the late mistress had. I was expecting her to be here before Mrs. Darlian died. I answered the phone when she called here. She said that wanted Mr. Thomas to take care of the arrangements. She sounded distant. Miss Relena loved her mother very much. But, she made it a point never to cry after a visit. But, I overheard something I should have….," said the maid trailing off.
"What?" demanded Millardo. The maid bit her lip and decided to hurry to the end, because they were almost at the backyard.
"Miss Relena said that she didn't tell anyone about Mrs. Darlian dying because she said it wasn't anyone's business. That it was a family affair. The world didn't need to know about it. She said to her mother that she loved her, and promised that she would be there the day she would die. Miss Relena never made it, she tried, but her schedule wouldn't allow for it. Mrs. Darlian died in this house, she struggled for so long waiting for her. However, she couldn't hold out," the maid finished in a whisper. There were tears in her eyes. Millardo said nothing more. He thought about how hard it must have been for Relena to watch such a lively woman like Mrs. Darlian die. Millardo was suddenly struck with a thought, 'Mr. & Mrs. Darlian are the second set of parents that Relena has lost.'
After the maid introduced Mr. Thomas and Millardo, they got down to business. Mr. Thomas gave Millardo the will to look at. According to the will, everything was left to Relena. There wasn't even the trust fund set up to keep her from it, so that Relena could use the money right now for whatever she desired. The entire estate was left to her as well.
"Your sister gave me specific directions Mr. Peacecraft. She said that almost all the money was to be donated to charity. The money was donated anonymously, but in the memory of her both her parents. Except for the money needed for the up keep of the estate for the next ten years," informed Mr. Thomas.
"She donated most of it? I guess she really doesn't need it. Did you see her at all?" said Millardo.
"No. She made all the arrangements by phone. It was strange thing that she didn't even make the funeral. I thought that she loved Mrs. Darlian very much. I suppose she did, but she just couldn't take it," said Mr. Thomas shaking his head sadly.
"Did she leave a forwarding address? Anyway to reach her?" asked Millardo hopeful.
"No. She left nothing. Ever since that short phone I haven't heard from her. I am sorry. This must be very distressing for you. I wish I could be more helpful. But, that's all I know," said Mr. Thomas solemnly and sincerely.
"That's all right you have been very informative," reassured Millardo. With that he let himself out of the house. As he got into his car he, felt like screaming his frustrations out loud. Where was she? Why would she runaway like this? This wasn't like her at all.
'It's another dead end,' thought Millardo as he drove to the airport.
* * *
It was a week later after the latest nightmare incident. Sidney had a shoot scheduled in London. Sidney had a tight schedule these days. However, she could control how many jobs she could take. She was still starting out, and she really needed the money. She was signed with a beginning contract of $10,000, American Dollars.
'Relena would have never become a model. She never had the confidence,' mused Sidney. Sidney had the confidence. She also came up with the idea of how to hid her identity. She never used the same look twice per fashion shoot. For the first, few ones her hair was still honey blonde, now cut layered with highlights to finally dying it a red color. She continued to change her looks frequently. It didn't take long before top designers wanted her for fashion shoot all over the world. Sidney was thought of daring and different. Most popular models never really changed their looks too much. While, Sidney made it by changing her looks often. She loved to experiment with hair dyes and different colored contact lens. She also used bronzers and different make ups. However, as an extra precaution, Sidney limited herself to just shoot, and never commercials. The biggest thing she was ever in was billboard on Times Square in New York. What hooked the agency was the resemblance she bared to Relena Darlian, but they soon forgot about her looking like Relena. That was becoming normal. Over time, people simply stopped seeing any part of Relena in her. Her nickname in the fashion industry was "The Chameleon." It was name that fit because of the constant changes she made. On top of that in her "model garb" as she called it, she could stop men cold on the street. She was enjoying her new power of turning heads without speaking. She had the best of both worlds. She could look beautiful and be admired for it; she was also highly intelligent and this was proven at the University. Despite, her busy schedule her grades never faltered. She still held the top spot. Needlessly to say, she was very proud of her self because she had built her own life with her own two hands, and on her own.
Now, some might say why didn't any one notice her if she was becoming the face of the international fashion scene. This is a very simple question to answer. Heero and everyone else never bother with things like fashion magazines and fashion reports. Plus, the way she constantly changed her looks, it made it virtually impossible to trace her. Hilde, Nion, Lady Une, and Sally Po could care less about fashion, they had other more important things to do. That and there were many models who had pictures on ads and magazines without having their names on them.
Sidney was also doing things that Relena would have never done for sure. She learned how to fly a plane and helicopter during a long stay in Australia, and got her pilot's license. She also had quite an ear for languages. She used to only know French, German, and English; now she knew how to speak Spanish, Mandarin, Italian (she had to she did most of her shoot either in Paris or in Milan), Russian, and Japanese. She was fluent in almost all of them. Later she would have to learn Greek and Latin for her work as a doctor (it was recommended in the University for future doctors). She was not just daring in her looks, but in her actions as well. However, she drew the line at nude shots. Sid convince half of the crew during a shoot in the Caribbean to go swimming with the sharks in the water. Of course, that was with a safety cage. She wasn't class valedictorian for nothing.
However, she had plans to become a doctor. She was going to quit as soon as her contract was up. But, she got her contract updated frequently to keep her at a fair salary. Sidney thought, 'I am not going to model forever. That would be silly. It's just part of my path to becoming a doctor. Nothing more than that. But, that doesn't mean I still can't have fun,'
Sidney worked out regularly to have the energy and shape for her schedule she found that she liked kick boxing very much. She took a lot of self defense classes. Just self defense class, she was still a pacifist after all. She didn't anticipate an upcoming rival.
* * *
There was a young man who was ranting and raving. Every quarter there was someone who kept beating him in the grades. He finally had a chance to hack into the computer and find out the person's name through the student numbers. Christopher Ryan didn't like anyone in his way when it came to grades. So, he didn't like this Sidney Marquette. 'Who does he think he is? Coming into my territory and taking the top spot like that? When I find him, I am going to have some words with him. I'll put him in his place,' as he thought this he ran his fingers through his reddish-brown hair. His friend, Steve Bailey caught up with him.
"Hi Chris! What's wrong? You look like you're going to kill someone,' he commented blinking his brown eyes.
"I finally found out who the class valedictorian is," said Chris without giving a greeting.
"I thought that all the names were sealed. Wait…did you hack into the system again?" asked Steve Bailey he asked in an American Southern accent.
"Yes…but don't say it out loud. That I hacked into the system," Chris ordered in a loud whisper narrowing his dark blue eyes.
"Well, who is it?" asked Steve.
"It's some punk. Sidney Marquette. What kind of name is that? Who the hell is he?" Chris said in a loud voice. Just then, a girl cleared her throat behind them. She was gorgeous. She was tall with red, wavy hair, and lovely green eyes. She was very breathing taking. But, Chris wanted to rant more, so he glared at the beautiful red head.
"I was listening to what you were saying. I'm Sidney Marquette," she said with a bright smile on her face.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I have said that many times now. I am not that creative.
Author's Note: It's been awhile now since anyone has Relena. Millardo finally makes an appearance, and he's just as confused as Heero. Relena is now Sidney Marquette for those of you who haven't been keeping up. You can check out my website, but none of these parts (except for one and two) are up. They'll be posted here first. Check out our Gundam Wing cast: it's a boy band. Which one…check for yourself. Please don't throw tomatoes at us. Anyway, back to the summary: Relena just got scouted by a modeling scout last part. The Preventers just found out that Relena's foster mother, Mrs. Darlian, died the day she left. Also, there's some psychological stuff coming up. Sidney has been living comfortable in her new life, while others, namely Heero and Millardo are frantically looking for her, well…not like they'd show it anyway. New characters are introduced. Be kind, one of them isn't all that he seems. And remember, Relena has a lot of character changes (as some might call it), so bare with me. Don't quit after this it'll be worth it. Wow, this is the longest AN have ever written.
Sidney was having another nightmare. She was tossing and turning. She threw the sheets off the bed. Her voice reverberated against the room's walls: "DON'T LEAVE! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!" Her screams were in a high pitched voice. Angie woke up with a jolt and came over immediately to Sidney's bed. Angie was trying to wake her up. "Sid! Wake up! You're just dreaming!" she said in a loud whisper. There came pounding from the door; people always did that after Sidney had a nightmare. Blissfully, the nightmares only came once in awhile, but the walls in the dorms were pretty thin.
Now, most people would be upset, if they were jolted from a nice peaceful sleep like Angie, but she was never upset. She couldn't be: Sidney was always crying after the intense nightmares. Sidney never told her about them. Angie would always defend Sidney after one of those terrible nights. Everyone in the dorm had very little sympathy for Sidney. Maybe, it was because she was now a fashion model or currently the class valedictorian.
"It's okay. You're safe. Nothing here is going to hurt you. I am here. It's all right," said Angie in a soothing voice as she placed her arms around Sidney rocking her gently. Sidney was gasping for air. Her heart was racing. Her face wet with tears. Angie always worried about her. After all, Sidney was her best friend. Angie also wished that Sidney would confided her in her more; it was as if she didn't trust her. But, Angie let it slide, whatever the nightmares were they were something Sidney struggled to keep inside her. Each morning after the nightmares, Sidney wouldn't talk for hours or even days afterwards. Part of her was embarrassed for allowing childhood traumas to get to her, and the other part wanted to keep her past forever locked away if possible.
* * *
Millardo decided that just he should go to the Darlian estate and question anyone there if they saw his sister. He was worried about her. As he drove his car to the front of the estate, a maid greeted him, "Hello Mr. Peacecraft, Mr. Thomas the executor is here to see as you requested."
"Please lead the way, Miss," said Millardo. He wanted the maid to lead him, so that he could question her before they got to Mr. Thomas who was waiting the backyard. "Did you see my sister for Mrs. Darlian's funeral, Miss?" asked Millardo
"No, sir," she answered. She felt uncomfortable for having no good answers for this powerful man. "Can I say something, Mr. Peacecraft?" she said in a timid voice.
"Yes, please, if you have any opinion or idea of the situation, I would like to know," answered Millardo.
"Well, I thought that it was strange that Miss Relena didn't make the funeral. I was here for all the visits that she and the late mistress had. I was expecting her to be here before Mrs. Darlian died. I answered the phone when she called here. She said that wanted Mr. Thomas to take care of the arrangements. She sounded distant. Miss Relena loved her mother very much. But, she made it a point never to cry after a visit. But, I overheard something I should have….," said the maid trailing off.
"What?" demanded Millardo. The maid bit her lip and decided to hurry to the end, because they were almost at the backyard.
"Miss Relena said that she didn't tell anyone about Mrs. Darlian dying because she said it wasn't anyone's business. That it was a family affair. The world didn't need to know about it. She said to her mother that she loved her, and promised that she would be there the day she would die. Miss Relena never made it, she tried, but her schedule wouldn't allow for it. Mrs. Darlian died in this house, she struggled for so long waiting for her. However, she couldn't hold out," the maid finished in a whisper. There were tears in her eyes. Millardo said nothing more. He thought about how hard it must have been for Relena to watch such a lively woman like Mrs. Darlian die. Millardo was suddenly struck with a thought, 'Mr. & Mrs. Darlian are the second set of parents that Relena has lost.'
After the maid introduced Mr. Thomas and Millardo, they got down to business. Mr. Thomas gave Millardo the will to look at. According to the will, everything was left to Relena. There wasn't even the trust fund set up to keep her from it, so that Relena could use the money right now for whatever she desired. The entire estate was left to her as well.
"Your sister gave me specific directions Mr. Peacecraft. She said that almost all the money was to be donated to charity. The money was donated anonymously, but in the memory of her both her parents. Except for the money needed for the up keep of the estate for the next ten years," informed Mr. Thomas.
"She donated most of it? I guess she really doesn't need it. Did you see her at all?" said Millardo.
"No. She made all the arrangements by phone. It was strange thing that she didn't even make the funeral. I thought that she loved Mrs. Darlian very much. I suppose she did, but she just couldn't take it," said Mr. Thomas shaking his head sadly.
"Did she leave a forwarding address? Anyway to reach her?" asked Millardo hopeful.
"No. She left nothing. Ever since that short phone I haven't heard from her. I am sorry. This must be very distressing for you. I wish I could be more helpful. But, that's all I know," said Mr. Thomas solemnly and sincerely.
"That's all right you have been very informative," reassured Millardo. With that he let himself out of the house. As he got into his car he, felt like screaming his frustrations out loud. Where was she? Why would she runaway like this? This wasn't like her at all.
'It's another dead end,' thought Millardo as he drove to the airport.
* * *
It was a week later after the latest nightmare incident. Sidney had a shoot scheduled in London. Sidney had a tight schedule these days. However, she could control how many jobs she could take. She was still starting out, and she really needed the money. She was signed with a beginning contract of $10,000, American Dollars.
'Relena would have never become a model. She never had the confidence,' mused Sidney. Sidney had the confidence. She also came up with the idea of how to hid her identity. She never used the same look twice per fashion shoot. For the first, few ones her hair was still honey blonde, now cut layered with highlights to finally dying it a red color. She continued to change her looks frequently. It didn't take long before top designers wanted her for fashion shoot all over the world. Sidney was thought of daring and different. Most popular models never really changed their looks too much. While, Sidney made it by changing her looks often. She loved to experiment with hair dyes and different colored contact lens. She also used bronzers and different make ups. However, as an extra precaution, Sidney limited herself to just shoot, and never commercials. The biggest thing she was ever in was billboard on Times Square in New York. What hooked the agency was the resemblance she bared to Relena Darlian, but they soon forgot about her looking like Relena. That was becoming normal. Over time, people simply stopped seeing any part of Relena in her. Her nickname in the fashion industry was "The Chameleon." It was name that fit because of the constant changes she made. On top of that in her "model garb" as she called it, she could stop men cold on the street. She was enjoying her new power of turning heads without speaking. She had the best of both worlds. She could look beautiful and be admired for it; she was also highly intelligent and this was proven at the University. Despite, her busy schedule her grades never faltered. She still held the top spot. Needlessly to say, she was very proud of her self because she had built her own life with her own two hands, and on her own.
Now, some might say why didn't any one notice her if she was becoming the face of the international fashion scene. This is a very simple question to answer. Heero and everyone else never bother with things like fashion magazines and fashion reports. Plus, the way she constantly changed her looks, it made it virtually impossible to trace her. Hilde, Nion, Lady Une, and Sally Po could care less about fashion, they had other more important things to do. That and there were many models who had pictures on ads and magazines without having their names on them.
Sidney was also doing things that Relena would have never done for sure. She learned how to fly a plane and helicopter during a long stay in Australia, and got her pilot's license. She also had quite an ear for languages. She used to only know French, German, and English; now she knew how to speak Spanish, Mandarin, Italian (she had to she did most of her shoot either in Paris or in Milan), Russian, and Japanese. She was fluent in almost all of them. Later she would have to learn Greek and Latin for her work as a doctor (it was recommended in the University for future doctors). She was not just daring in her looks, but in her actions as well. However, she drew the line at nude shots. Sid convince half of the crew during a shoot in the Caribbean to go swimming with the sharks in the water. Of course, that was with a safety cage. She wasn't class valedictorian for nothing.
However, she had plans to become a doctor. She was going to quit as soon as her contract was up. But, she got her contract updated frequently to keep her at a fair salary. Sidney thought, 'I am not going to model forever. That would be silly. It's just part of my path to becoming a doctor. Nothing more than that. But, that doesn't mean I still can't have fun,'
Sidney worked out regularly to have the energy and shape for her schedule she found that she liked kick boxing very much. She took a lot of self defense classes. Just self defense class, she was still a pacifist after all. She didn't anticipate an upcoming rival.
* * *
There was a young man who was ranting and raving. Every quarter there was someone who kept beating him in the grades. He finally had a chance to hack into the computer and find out the person's name through the student numbers. Christopher Ryan didn't like anyone in his way when it came to grades. So, he didn't like this Sidney Marquette. 'Who does he think he is? Coming into my territory and taking the top spot like that? When I find him, I am going to have some words with him. I'll put him in his place,' as he thought this he ran his fingers through his reddish-brown hair. His friend, Steve Bailey caught up with him.
"Hi Chris! What's wrong? You look like you're going to kill someone,' he commented blinking his brown eyes.
"I finally found out who the class valedictorian is," said Chris without giving a greeting.
"I thought that all the names were sealed. Wait…did you hack into the system again?" asked Steve Bailey he asked in an American Southern accent.
"Yes…but don't say it out loud. That I hacked into the system," Chris ordered in a loud whisper narrowing his dark blue eyes.
"Well, who is it?" asked Steve.
"It's some punk. Sidney Marquette. What kind of name is that? Who the hell is he?" Chris said in a loud voice. Just then, a girl cleared her throat behind them. She was gorgeous. She was tall with red, wavy hair, and lovely green eyes. She was very breathing taking. But, Chris wanted to rant more, so he glared at the beautiful red head.
"I was listening to what you were saying. I'm Sidney Marquette," she said with a bright smile on her face.