Sweetwater II: The Resurrection Chronicles Chapter 2: The First Day, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

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Sweetwater II: The Resurrection Chronicles
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Hilde'd unpacked and taken a seat in the main foyer where she'd met the guys, where's the forlorn lover you were talking about earlier?

Jake, who was playing a video game in the corner, paused and got up to get a drink. He's on the other side of the compound, off on a day break to some other satellite or something.

He got a soda from the refrigerator and snapped it open. Before reaching the bean bag chair where he was playing a shooter, he'd downed most of the soda. Hilde flipped through a few pages of a James Patterson book she'd loaned from Nathan and fingered the rim of her bottle of water idly. Nathan himself was writing a report in the office next to the den where Jake had planted himself. For a job that didn't call for much, the pay was good and so were the benefits. Someone could easily live here and never worry about a thing. There were weekly trips to the moon, to earth--one way only--and also the free rides to other colonies to do work.

M03400 was a sort of temporary labor shop, where needed workers could be borrowed, or were put to use in harvesting resources from the satellite itself. Hilde had become one of the resident technological specialists. She worked mainly with computers and networks, fixing motherboards and writing software when she had to. Jake, Chip, and George fiddled with communications and wiring. Nathan did a bit of everything and kept the team in order when Renée was slacking off, or on duty somewhere else. Hilde still didn't know about the other worker. No one did. He seemed to have his own agenda so far.

Strangely, Chip burst out of his room in nothing but a pair of cut off, knee grazing cargo pants. His bare chest heaved as he searched the room. Where's George?

Slouched, so that only the top of his head could be seen, Jake lifted a hand and pointed past Hilde, into the living room Hilde'd missed the chance for seeing. Chip ran past her and started screaming at George. Hilde was reminded of Krista. George laughed and sputtered out something about how much something or other sucked. That he was the southerner and that even he didn't like it.

That was no reason to trash my WWF!

My God, Hilde got up and carried the book and bottle of water with her, Chip likes wrestling?

A cascade of laughter erupted from Jake, who got shot on the game in doing so, and also letting loose a few flying curses. Aw, shit!

Hilde waved fleetingly and walked into the office designated as the only quiet spot in the entire block. Nathan was stretching in the computer chair, and when he heard the door, he looked back. His face beamed another white smile that Hilde'd come to adore in such a short time. He was perhaps the first person she'd had to share a living space with that she truly looked up to and enjoyed being around. Not even Midii or Delilah had such a quality as he. Perhaps it was his exotic way of being handsome and philosophical and a complete gentleman.

I'm sorry to bother you, she said. But they were getting a little frisky. You don't mind if I read in here, do you?

Of course not, he motioned at the comfortable couch nearby, it's more homey in here anyway. I don't blame you one bit for trying to get away before they started throwing things.

She sat down and sank a good bit into the couch. Nathan chuckled at her and took a drink from his glass of what appeared to be either apple juice or tea. How's the book so far.

she made a sour face, I ruined the whole thing for myself.

You looked at the last chapter, didn't you?

Um hm.

He grinned, another smile that released a bout of good, positive energy. I did that too.

It reads really quickly, too, she held her place with her fingers and looked at the bare spine. The words Roses Are Red were imprinted in gold film. I just wish I hadn't ruined it.

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Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. From the living room there was a slow piano playing and someone singing.

Hilde had long since put Roses Are Red away and Nathan had joined her in the den.

Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. The person went on, and on the next verse someone else began singing, Hey Jude, don't be afraid, you were made to go out and get her.

For the rest of the song, Chip, George, and Jake all sang together. Nathan told Hilde that it was probably George playing the piano. He may be southern, but he had a fine taste in music, like Nathan had said.

The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better. And any time you feel a pain, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders. A pause, For well, you know that it's a fool who plays it cool by making his world a little colder. Hey Jude, don't let me down, you have found her, now go and get her.

Hilde and Nathan got up to go watch them perform. It was a vigil they took place in once a week. The double doors opened as Hilde entered the living room completely and sat down with Jake. She tapped out part of the rhythm to fill in some gaps and sang along, keeping them in key.

Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better. So let it out and let it in. Hey Jude, begin, you're waiting for someone to perform with. And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude the movement you need is on your shoulders.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad, take a sad song and make it better. Remember to let her under your skin, then you can begin to make it better. Nathan peered over his shoulder to see their final crew member meander in. He looked worn out and particularly sad. He'd sung the last line softly and barely cast a gaze towards them. He simply wandered into his room and shut the door.