Disclaimer: Yes...yes I do own Gundam Wing. You caught me. Back to Reality: I really don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters. I am not making any money off of this(darn...)
Chapter 1
"Relena? Relena, are you all right?"
Miliardo shook his little sister's shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. The sheets of her bed were tangled all around her body. Beads of sweet gathered along her brow. He watched as her face contorted again into a look of pain.
"Relena! Wake up!"
Her eyes shot open. She sat up immediately and put a hand to her heart. Relena could feel it pounding through her nightshirt. She looked at her brother.
He sat on the side of her bed with his long hair tied back and a trench coat on.
She felt tears pouring out of her eyes.
"Miliardo?"
He raised a blond eyebrow and patted her shoulder a bit. That action was as brotherly as he got.
"You were crying in your sleep again. Noin and I just got back from our trip. What's wrong, Relena?"
Her heart had gone back down to normal. She was able to breath and control her worries.
"It's that dream again, Miliardo. It always comes back."
She brushed back a tear with a manicured finger and brought her hands to her lap and looked down.
"I can never remember the dream though. I'm just so scared."
He looked down at his sister. Only 17 years old and all this pressure was getting to her. It wasn't fair. He would just have to call a doctor in the morning. A physiatrist had helped him get past the war, the murder, and all the things he had once been. Maybe one could be helpful to Relena. Three months of tortured sleep was too much.
"Don't worry. There's nothing to be scared of." He cupped her chin in his hands and turned her small face towards him, "I won't let anything hurt you. I'll set a few dozen guards out all around your room, okay?"
He saw her smile at him.
"Thanks Miliardo."
She suddenly wrapped her arms around him. He didn't know what to do right then. Her small arms were wrapped around his neck in a tight embrace. His more powerful arms hung limp at his sides. Miliardo slowly moved his arms around the smaller frame of his sister.
He held her for a minute or two and then it started feeling awkward. He was just barely getting comfortable with kissing Noin, his fiancé. Miliardo started pushing away from her gently. He smiled when he saw her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. She had fallen asleep.
The blond prince laid his sister down and pulled the sheets up to her chin. He brushed away a strand from her face and kissed her forehead. It was easy to be caring when no one was there watching him.
"Sweet dreams, little princess. Please."
Heero glanced at the young girl sitting on his left. Her back was strait and her shoulders perfectly posed. She clasped her hands in front of her and laid them on the desk. But the way her eyes occasionally drooped and the small, dark circles under her eyes revealed her fatigue. A few minutes with the politician in front of her now could put anyone into a coma. And she had been in the same office with him for nearly an hour now.
"Senator Hiboshu." Relena cut of his sentence, "I hear and understand what you are saying. But you know the policy on weapons. I'm sorry, but we cannot give you permits to start building mobile suits. The other nations would feel threatened and start making suits of their own, and this armistice we fought so hard for would be for naught."
The young diplomat looked at the pacifist queen standing before him. It was pointless to continue when she had that look in her eye.
"Very well, Miss Vice Foreign Minister. My country shall not be manufacturing weapons any time soon. I do appreciate your time."
She stood up, acknowledging his leaving and raised her hand. He gratefully took it and gently brushed his lips against her fragile skin.
He bowed once before leaving and then shut the heavy oak doors behind him.
Heero immediately turned his attention back towards the princess.
"You have another meeting in 4 hours. I would suggest that you get some sleep."
Relena simply slipped back into her chair and rubbed her eyes. She let out a yawn she had been trying to fight for the past 30 minutes and covered her mouth with a dainty hand.
Heero raised an eyebrow and sat down on her desk. In the past year it had become easier and easier to express his emotions. Letting them out was a lot easier than keeping the wall up.
He watched her try to stand and then fall back down. He picked up her hand and silently kissed each fingertip.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Relena looked up at him and smiled. He didn't need to know why she was afraid to fall asleep at night.
"I am sleeping, Heero. It's just all these late nights and early mornings and boring politicians."
"Hn."
She sighed and started to rise again from her chair. Her legs were just too tired to move and she fell back in the soft chair.
"That settles that."
Before Relena could contemplate what he meant he had managed to pull her to her feet and pull her against him. In another swift movement he had lifted her completely off of the ground and was heading towards the door.
Miliardo choose that moment to walk in.
As he looked into the meeting room what he saw was a bit shocking: His fatigued and tired sister lying limp in the arms of her bodyguard. Great, just peachy.
"Ahem, "he coughed and Heero looked up at him. Relena's eyes were beginning to shut, "Relena, I've scheduled a meeting with a doctor in ten minutes. He'll meet you in your room."
"Can't it be cancelled? She needs her sleep, Zechs."
The older brother glared at the former Gundum pilot. Ice eyes met the eyes of the ocean.
Relena, feeling the tension in the air put a hand to Heero's chest letting him know she wanted down. He complied and set her on her feet. She managed a full two steps towards her brother when her legs gave out. Both men rushed towards her but Miliardo was a closer and held into his sister.
He bit on the finger of his glove and whipped the white fabric off of his calloused hand and felt her forehead.
"Shit. She's burning up." He easily lifted her in his powerful arms and made a beeline for her room.
Heero beat him there and opened the door. Then he fled to the staircase and leaned over the railing.
"Someone! Get a doctor! Relena has fainted!"
With the announcement that their mistress was in trouble all the maids and servants were rushing about trying to help.
Heero turned away and headed back into the room.
Zechs had Relena sprawled out on her bed. He grabbed a few pillows and set her feet on them. The old soldier got up and ran for the bathroom.
Heero took the opportunity to sit on the bed next to her. This angel's hair was spread all over her pillow. It flowed like water over her bedspread and some strands feel over her shoulders and face.
He of course moved them away with gentle fingers and could feel through the glove the heat around her face. There was a faint redness around her cheeks and her eyes twitched. Her mouth was drawn in a cute little pout.
Miliardo returned and brought a damp washcloth over to the bed. He moved her bangs out of the way and laid the piece of material on her forehead.
She moved a bit but remained still for the most part.
"When was the last time she got sleep, Zechs?"
The lightening count looked at Heero. No point in keeping it from him anymore.
"I've been hearing noises from her bedroom at night. When I go into check on her she's tossing and turning, and she always has a fever. She says she's having the same dream over and over again, but can't remember it," he sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. His icy eyes looked over the face of his only sister. Her eyebrows were knit in frustration.
"It's been going on for a couple of months now. I've arranged for the doctor to come and see her. He's made a few visits all ready. They've helped a little. But she needs rest."
Knock Knock Knock
They both looked up and saw a young man poking his head through the door. He smiled in recognition when he saw Miliardo's face. But that quickly changed to a look of shock when he saw the young princess on the bed.
"Oh...she's fainted. How long has she been out?"
The man made his way to the bed and held onto Relena's wrist. Heero pulled away and leaned against the wall: face hidden in the shadows.
"Only a few minutes. She'll be all right, right?"
The young man smiled and looked the sleeping girl over, "Yeah she'll be just fine."
"All right. I need to head out and do some business. You've got it from here Doctor Morisato?"
"Yes. She should be awake in a few minutes. I'll examine her then."
Miliardo nodded and motioned for Heero to follow him out of the room. The soldier did so, but not without getting one last glance at the ill diplomat before shutting the door.
Morisato heard the door click into place and heard the two men speaking outside. No one would be bothering him for a while.
He picked up her limp hand and held it to his lips.
She moaned a bit at this but remained sleeping.
The doctor was handsome to say the least. In his mid twenties and a hard, toned body. His hair was brown, and a bit wavy, with sienna colored eyes. He removed his glasses and placed them on the bed stand.
He leaned in and kissed her ear.
"Don't worry," he whispered, "Soon all of your bad dreams...will be over."
---A Month Earlier---
A young soldier held a headpiece to his ear and leaned over a computer console. A patch with embroidered gold wings was over his heart and glistened from the light from the computer screen.
"Uh huh." His was a deep baritone and echoed in the small, quiet room in the Preventers headquarters. His' was a pathetic excuse for a job. He would sit in his small room, ten stories below street level and make sure that all went right in the remote areas of the world where no one was and no one wanted to be...
Oh, and he also made sure that coffee got to his superiors each morning by six o'clock.
But today was more interesting than most. He pressed the headphones into his ear more trying to make out the static-filled voice of his comrade over the link.
"You're sure? ... You realize if I report this and it turns out to be crap, my job goes down the drain, right? ...Hey! I like my miniscual job here...yeah yeah... no, send the satellite pictures to me...yes...what?... yes, of course. All right. I'll talk to you later."
A smile crept onto this young man's lips.
"Promotion?...Oh yes."
Chapter 1
"Relena? Relena, are you all right?"
Miliardo shook his little sister's shoulder in an attempt to wake her up. The sheets of her bed were tangled all around her body. Beads of sweet gathered along her brow. He watched as her face contorted again into a look of pain.
"Relena! Wake up!"
Her eyes shot open. She sat up immediately and put a hand to her heart. Relena could feel it pounding through her nightshirt. She looked at her brother.
He sat on the side of her bed with his long hair tied back and a trench coat on.
She felt tears pouring out of her eyes.
"Miliardo?"
He raised a blond eyebrow and patted her shoulder a bit. That action was as brotherly as he got.
"You were crying in your sleep again. Noin and I just got back from our trip. What's wrong, Relena?"
Her heart had gone back down to normal. She was able to breath and control her worries.
"It's that dream again, Miliardo. It always comes back."
She brushed back a tear with a manicured finger and brought her hands to her lap and looked down.
"I can never remember the dream though. I'm just so scared."
He looked down at his sister. Only 17 years old and all this pressure was getting to her. It wasn't fair. He would just have to call a doctor in the morning. A physiatrist had helped him get past the war, the murder, and all the things he had once been. Maybe one could be helpful to Relena. Three months of tortured sleep was too much.
"Don't worry. There's nothing to be scared of." He cupped her chin in his hands and turned her small face towards him, "I won't let anything hurt you. I'll set a few dozen guards out all around your room, okay?"
He saw her smile at him.
"Thanks Miliardo."
She suddenly wrapped her arms around him. He didn't know what to do right then. Her small arms were wrapped around his neck in a tight embrace. His more powerful arms hung limp at his sides. Miliardo slowly moved his arms around the smaller frame of his sister.
He held her for a minute or two and then it started feeling awkward. He was just barely getting comfortable with kissing Noin, his fiancé. Miliardo started pushing away from her gently. He smiled when he saw her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. She had fallen asleep.
The blond prince laid his sister down and pulled the sheets up to her chin. He brushed away a strand from her face and kissed her forehead. It was easy to be caring when no one was there watching him.
"Sweet dreams, little princess. Please."
Heero glanced at the young girl sitting on his left. Her back was strait and her shoulders perfectly posed. She clasped her hands in front of her and laid them on the desk. But the way her eyes occasionally drooped and the small, dark circles under her eyes revealed her fatigue. A few minutes with the politician in front of her now could put anyone into a coma. And she had been in the same office with him for nearly an hour now.
"Senator Hiboshu." Relena cut of his sentence, "I hear and understand what you are saying. But you know the policy on weapons. I'm sorry, but we cannot give you permits to start building mobile suits. The other nations would feel threatened and start making suits of their own, and this armistice we fought so hard for would be for naught."
The young diplomat looked at the pacifist queen standing before him. It was pointless to continue when she had that look in her eye.
"Very well, Miss Vice Foreign Minister. My country shall not be manufacturing weapons any time soon. I do appreciate your time."
She stood up, acknowledging his leaving and raised her hand. He gratefully took it and gently brushed his lips against her fragile skin.
He bowed once before leaving and then shut the heavy oak doors behind him.
Heero immediately turned his attention back towards the princess.
"You have another meeting in 4 hours. I would suggest that you get some sleep."
Relena simply slipped back into her chair and rubbed her eyes. She let out a yawn she had been trying to fight for the past 30 minutes and covered her mouth with a dainty hand.
Heero raised an eyebrow and sat down on her desk. In the past year it had become easier and easier to express his emotions. Letting them out was a lot easier than keeping the wall up.
He watched her try to stand and then fall back down. He picked up her hand and silently kissed each fingertip.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Relena looked up at him and smiled. He didn't need to know why she was afraid to fall asleep at night.
"I am sleeping, Heero. It's just all these late nights and early mornings and boring politicians."
"Hn."
She sighed and started to rise again from her chair. Her legs were just too tired to move and she fell back in the soft chair.
"That settles that."
Before Relena could contemplate what he meant he had managed to pull her to her feet and pull her against him. In another swift movement he had lifted her completely off of the ground and was heading towards the door.
Miliardo choose that moment to walk in.
As he looked into the meeting room what he saw was a bit shocking: His fatigued and tired sister lying limp in the arms of her bodyguard. Great, just peachy.
"Ahem, "he coughed and Heero looked up at him. Relena's eyes were beginning to shut, "Relena, I've scheduled a meeting with a doctor in ten minutes. He'll meet you in your room."
"Can't it be cancelled? She needs her sleep, Zechs."
The older brother glared at the former Gundum pilot. Ice eyes met the eyes of the ocean.
Relena, feeling the tension in the air put a hand to Heero's chest letting him know she wanted down. He complied and set her on her feet. She managed a full two steps towards her brother when her legs gave out. Both men rushed towards her but Miliardo was a closer and held into his sister.
He bit on the finger of his glove and whipped the white fabric off of his calloused hand and felt her forehead.
"Shit. She's burning up." He easily lifted her in his powerful arms and made a beeline for her room.
Heero beat him there and opened the door. Then he fled to the staircase and leaned over the railing.
"Someone! Get a doctor! Relena has fainted!"
With the announcement that their mistress was in trouble all the maids and servants were rushing about trying to help.
Heero turned away and headed back into the room.
Zechs had Relena sprawled out on her bed. He grabbed a few pillows and set her feet on them. The old soldier got up and ran for the bathroom.
Heero took the opportunity to sit on the bed next to her. This angel's hair was spread all over her pillow. It flowed like water over her bedspread and some strands feel over her shoulders and face.
He of course moved them away with gentle fingers and could feel through the glove the heat around her face. There was a faint redness around her cheeks and her eyes twitched. Her mouth was drawn in a cute little pout.
Miliardo returned and brought a damp washcloth over to the bed. He moved her bangs out of the way and laid the piece of material on her forehead.
She moved a bit but remained still for the most part.
"When was the last time she got sleep, Zechs?"
The lightening count looked at Heero. No point in keeping it from him anymore.
"I've been hearing noises from her bedroom at night. When I go into check on her she's tossing and turning, and she always has a fever. She says she's having the same dream over and over again, but can't remember it," he sighed and ran a hand through his long hair. His icy eyes looked over the face of his only sister. Her eyebrows were knit in frustration.
"It's been going on for a couple of months now. I've arranged for the doctor to come and see her. He's made a few visits all ready. They've helped a little. But she needs rest."
Knock Knock Knock
They both looked up and saw a young man poking his head through the door. He smiled in recognition when he saw Miliardo's face. But that quickly changed to a look of shock when he saw the young princess on the bed.
"Oh...she's fainted. How long has she been out?"
The man made his way to the bed and held onto Relena's wrist. Heero pulled away and leaned against the wall: face hidden in the shadows.
"Only a few minutes. She'll be all right, right?"
The young man smiled and looked the sleeping girl over, "Yeah she'll be just fine."
"All right. I need to head out and do some business. You've got it from here Doctor Morisato?"
"Yes. She should be awake in a few minutes. I'll examine her then."
Miliardo nodded and motioned for Heero to follow him out of the room. The soldier did so, but not without getting one last glance at the ill diplomat before shutting the door.
Morisato heard the door click into place and heard the two men speaking outside. No one would be bothering him for a while.
He picked up her limp hand and held it to his lips.
She moaned a bit at this but remained sleeping.
The doctor was handsome to say the least. In his mid twenties and a hard, toned body. His hair was brown, and a bit wavy, with sienna colored eyes. He removed his glasses and placed them on the bed stand.
He leaned in and kissed her ear.
"Don't worry," he whispered, "Soon all of your bad dreams...will be over."
---A Month Earlier---
A young soldier held a headpiece to his ear and leaned over a computer console. A patch with embroidered gold wings was over his heart and glistened from the light from the computer screen.
"Uh huh." His was a deep baritone and echoed in the small, quiet room in the Preventers headquarters. His' was a pathetic excuse for a job. He would sit in his small room, ten stories below street level and make sure that all went right in the remote areas of the world where no one was and no one wanted to be...
Oh, and he also made sure that coffee got to his superiors each morning by six o'clock.
But today was more interesting than most. He pressed the headphones into his ear more trying to make out the static-filled voice of his comrade over the link.
"You're sure? ... You realize if I report this and it turns out to be crap, my job goes down the drain, right? ...Hey! I like my miniscual job here...yeah yeah... no, send the satellite pictures to me...yes...what?... yes, of course. All right. I'll talk to you later."
A smile crept onto this young man's lips.
"Promotion?...Oh yes."