When It's Over, a gundam wing/ac fanfic

"This is what has to be done

"This is what has to be done." That's what I thought.

My world came crashing down the second I said I could pilot this Gundam. Everything I ever knew, ever loved, was gone.

And now, I was destroying the last part of my life.

When it's over
That's the time I fall in love again
And when it's over
That's the time you're in my heart again
And it never ends

People ran, screamed, prayed. They were terrified. How many times had this happened? How many times have people feared me, tried to run from me because I was doing the thing I thought was right.

All the things that I used to say
All the words that got in the way
All the things that I used to know
Have gone out the window
All the things that she used to bring
All the songs she used to sing
All the favorite TV shows
Have gone out the window

I remember Catherine. No, I really remember her. She was my sister. We would perform together, like we do now. Except she would sing. She had such a beautiful voice. Even for a little kid. I remember she would sing me to sleep sometimes, when I had a nightmare. Sometimes I would just pretend to have nightmares to hear her sing to me.

I'm missing you
I never knew how much she'd loved me
I'm missing you
I never knew how much you meant to me
I need you and when you go go go go
I know, it never ends, never ends

I still have dreams. Dreams of her, of my life. But I won't tell anyone. I'd no longer be the nameless, heartless pilot. And it's not just the others. It's Catherine. I can't tell her. She's ask me to stay.

I stepped closer to the tent. And I saw Catherine, standing there. She wasn't afraid. She stood there, stood there, like I was just the little boy she once knew.

And I stopped. I stopped for her.

She climbed into my cockpit. And then, she slapped me.

And it all went out the window again. She wasn't scared. Not of me, not of the huge machine I was controlling. And I looked into her eyes, and I all I saw was Catherine. And she was mad.

"What are you doing?" She demanded. "Snap out of it, Tri—owa."

My name! Say it, Catherine! I thought. But she didn't.

When it's over
Can I still come over
In the middle of the night
When it's over
Is it really over
Or are you coming back this time, this time, this time

I'm sorry, Catherine. And she left. No hard feelings, no warnings, she just left.

I returned that night.

"It's midnight, Trowa. What are you doing here?" It was midnight, but she wasn't asleep. She wasn't watching TV, either. She was just sitting there.

"I couldn't sleep."

She gave me a strange look. "Are you alright, Trowa?"

"Say my name, Catherine."

"What?"

"My name, say my name."

"Trowa." Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she didn't remember her little brother.

"Could you sing to me?"

She gave me a strange look again.

"Please."

"Okay, but you can't fall asleep in my lap, Trinton."