Part Three: Awaken

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Relena awoke in the morning to the sound of hushed voices outside her door. She quietly crept to the door and pressed her ear to it. Outside she could identify two voices. One of the voices, sounding male, said, "As I was saying, I heard that OZ and Romefellar are planning an attack."

The other voice, a female, said, "Really? That's scary. I don't want a battle."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I think they are here just for Ms. Relena. And of course, the Gundams will come to her aide. You know, supposedly one of the Gundam pilots li--" he was cut off by one of Relena's twin doors swinging open.

"Where did you hear that about OZ and Romefellar?" she demanded.

"I--I--" he stammered, putting up his hands in compliance. "It's just a rumor, really, Ms. Relena. I just heard it from a friend."

Relena raced down the corridor in her nightgown to Noin's office. She pushed in, only to find that Noin and Quatre both were gone. "Where are they?" she asked. "Where are they?" She yelled, as her panic mounted.

"Miss Relena, Noin and Mr. Winner have gone to outer space to meet with the other Gundam pilots." Paegan explained, attracted to the office by her shouts.

"But--but--but why?" She asked, collapsing to her knees. "Quatre was going to protect me. He said he was. He said he was doing it for--for--for Heero." She said, her tears beginning to fall. "Oh, Paegan. I miss him so much. I want him here now. But I'll never see him again. Ever." She murmured, clinging to Paegan, who had knelt beside her to offer comfort.

"There there. Everything will turn out all right. Just you wait and see. Now, tell me what has you so spooked." Paegan offered. He gently brushed her hair, comforting her until she calmed down enough to tell him what she had heard.

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I know that I can't take no more
It ain't no lie
I wanna see you out that door
Baby bye bye bye

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Blue eyes opened to find themselves staring into those of a young woman. Her blue eyes lit up in excitement as she realized he was awake. "Aliana?" he asked.

"Yes! Oh good, you haven't lost your memory again. So tell me, Japa, what happened to make you this upset?" She asked, her dark brown hair falling across her arms as she leaned forward on his bed.

"Well, first of all, I don't want to be called Japa. I wasn't raised as that. Call me Heero. And, as for your question..." and so he began to explain the events leading up to his bout of unconsciousness.

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Bye bye
Don't wanna be a fool for you
Just another player in your game for two
You may hate me but it ain't no lie
Baby bye bye bye
Bye bye
Don't really wanna make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I had enough
It might sound crazy but it ain't no lie
Baby bye bye bye

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"Oh Japa. Why get yourself worked up? It's not your fault. You didn't shoot yourself, you know." she reasoned.

"Well, that's true. But Relena has always believed in me. She has never given up on me before. Never." He answered sadly, his expression forlorn.

"Oh Japa--I mean Heero. Don't worry about it. She'll get over it. Bye the way, you never did tell me exactly what you did to knock yourself out." Aliana said, a sly grin on her face.

"Well, I was angry with myself, and my emotions were taking control. I fell to my knees and when I went to lie on my side, I hit my head on a corner of my desk. It wouldn't have even fazed me if I hadn't have been so upset and stressed." Heero answered, sitting up in bed. "Can I go back to Peacemillion now?"

Aliana put on a pout-like expression. "Do you have to? Mother would like you to stay for dinner. She wants to introduce you to some friends of hers." Aliana pleaded.

"Oh all right. Just let me call Duo and tell him I'm awake if he needs me." Heero said, tossing off the bed covers and walking to the wall communicator. He buzzed Peacemillion and left the notice for Duo. "Okay, let's go eat."

"First, Heero, you have to change. You are not wearing that for this dinner. You have to look nice. Dressy. Now follow me..." Aliana said, grabbing Heero by the arm and dragging him to the nearest store that had formal wear.

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