Trowa sat out on the huge porch of the Peacecraft mansion, enjoying the morning sun rays touch his skin. A wonderers expression on his face, he looked almost happy. Of coarse no human soul could go through what Trowa had just gone through and be happy, but for that moment, he didn't feel much pain. Physical nor emotional, and the look in his eyes caught Dorothy's attention. Dress in one of Relena's gowns, a sleeveless light purple one that hung to her ankles, Dorthy stepped out onto the porch. She opened her mouth to say Trowa's name but Trowa seemed to know she was there, and patted the spot beside him on the porch step. Dorthy walked towards him slowly, and then sat down.
"How's Quatre doing?" Trowa asked.
This wasn't the greeting Dorthy was hoping for but she smiled gracefully.
"The doctors say he'll pull through, I'm afraid Miss Relena and I are the only one's who visit him you know." She said softly.
Trowa got a very determined look on his face, the look was almost indescribable. It was a soldier's look.
"Heero told the others and me to stay away from public places for now." Was what Trowa answered.
Dorthy took that as a bit of an excuse, and she frowned.
"So you'll do everything Heero tells you to do?!" She yelled.
Trowa turned to face her for the first time that while and said, "Let us be. We are former gundam pilots. We know what do when there's a w..." Trowa stopped, he turned away abruptly.
Dorthy got a frightened puzzled look on her face. She knew what Trowa was about to say. 'We know what to do when there's a....a war.' Dorthy closed her eyes and silently prayed that there wouldn't be another war. She slowly put her hand on Trowa's.
Heero's POV
I'm watching her cook. I never knew watching someone cook could be this interesting. I'm having an internal debate in y confused mind on whether to go back with the guys to our house, or stay here with Relena. She looks differently at me now. Part of me knows that it's because that I told her that I was the one who shot her brother. I don't know why I told her that, but it didn't seem right telling her that Dorthy was the one who did it. I guess it makes more sense in my own mind that I was the one who killed Zechs. Isn't that how fairy tales are supposed to end? The good guy kills the bad guy and runs off with the princess. The thing is, that's not how I see it. There is no good guy. There was never one. The thoughts that wander through my tortured soul...are not the thoughts of a good guy, but for once, I wish the hero could run away with the princess.
As the sun slowly rises, Heero gets up and takes Relena's hand. She's right in the middle of cooking, but Heero's warm smile lures her
away from her meal. He leads her outside and the couple sit on the
porch next to Trowa and Dorthy, who are holding hands. Trowa glances
up at them, smiles slightly, and turns his attention back to the sunrise. Relena's hand is clasped tightly in Heero's and she rests her head on his
shoulder. The two couples stare into the morning sun, breathing in
the fresh air, replacing the bad memories with the good ones, their thoughts
and emotions wandering freely. Most fairy tales end happily, some
with a sequel that is never mentioned in the first, but some know it's
coming. 'That sequel.' Heero thinks. He senses more than
love and happiness this time. He senses something dangerous. He squeezes Relena's hand tighter and quietly whispers, "Mission Accepted."