Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam. I really, really want to, but that doesn't seem to be enough. They seem to want me to pay money for it. ;)

AN: Um… okay so I realized part 3 was sitting up as part 1… so here ya go. Just to fix things. And by the way… there's a 4th one in the works…. ;O

Lookie! It's finally happening! I apologize in advance, parts are probably not going to come out as they did for Lost Girl. But they will come out. Promise.

This is the 3rd story in the "Lost Girl" Series; if you haven't read The Lost Girl or Fall Away I don't care, but you might be a tad confused. ;)

Walking the Dividing Line

Part 1

*

Heero's gun swung back around to fix itself on my head once again.

"Now," Heero said. "I'm going to ask you a few questions."

I let the breath I'd been unconsciously holding go, and closed my eyes.

*

"You were lying the whole time." It wasn't a question – it was a statement.

I opened my eyes, staring down the barrel of Heero Yuy's gun. I had been in this position before, barely a month ago. Nothing had changed since then, I thought. He'd believed I was a traitor then. He believed – no, he knew, because I supposed it really was true – that I was a traitor now.

Looking into those cold blue eyes hovering over the cold black barrel of the unwavering gun, I almost believed I was a traitor now as well. A real traitor, not someone who'd only been told she was and couldn't even remember it herself.

But I had no answers for him, no explanation for whatever it was he was going to tell me I did. *If* he would tell me what I had done… I couldn't remember a thing, I didn't know why I was lying here, tied down to this bed, facing down Heero and his gun.

I had nothing left, so I just locked my gaze on his.

Silence. The gun didn't move, his gaze didn't waver. The only sign that time itself hadn't frozen was the intermittent BEEP… BEEP… of the heart monitor. I vaguely wondered why they'd even bothered hooking me up to it in the first place.

"Tell me what you were sent here to do." His voice was cold, as cold as his eyes, as cold as the air. "Tell me why they sent you."

"What?" My throat hurt, ached almost as if from the outside. Like I'd been grabbed.

"What is your mission?" he demanded, pinning me down with that gaze and that voice and that gun.

"Heero, I don't *have* a mission. I don't know what you're talking about," I insisted, desperately trying to get him to believe me when I already knew it was most likely hopeless. I didn't think he'd ever stopped believing I was a traitor, not even when Duo and I had explained what we knew. Neither Heero nor Wufei had been able to fully believe that and now here I was, lying here for a reason I didn't know and being accused of something that he wouldn't tell me.

"This morning," he said tersely.

"This… morning?" I repeated. What was he talking about?
I started – I couldn't *remember* this morning. I remembered Duo – Duo grinning, Duo leaving, Duo leaving me cold and empty and lost.

No. I had left myself cold and empty and lost, and I had probably done the same to him as well.

I remembered Wufei – I remembered Wufei angry and annoyed. But that was all I remembered. Nothing more.

"Heero…" I began softly, "I don't remember this morning."

His eyes narrowed, glinting in the light coming from the window in the door, the only source of light in this room, the rest of it hidden in sharp shadows.

"Don't give me that crap," he said. "I know you remember. I know you're an enemy. Don't think I'm going to forgive you this time. Duo may be willing to forgive you, and Quatre too, but they're both idiots who trust too easily. I don't. So don't give me that crap," he repeated.

But I really didn't remember that morning; I closed my eyes, racking my brain for something, anything that had happened after what I could last remember. Which was Duo's potent gaze, followed by Wufei's dark stare, full of nothing but hatred. Then nothing: shadow and sound. No real memories. Just like the rest of my life.

There was a curt knock on the door; Heero's gaze flickered over as Trowa stepped through, shutting the door behind him.

"What is it?" Heero asked.

"Duo's not going to stand for this," Trowa said evenly, gaze falling to me for a moment before traveling back to the Japanese pilot.

"I don't give a damn about that," Heero said. "She's a traitor and you know it," his voice had turned vicious, and so had his glare as he trained it on me.

"What has she told you?" Trowa asked calmly, continuing the conversation as if I wasn't even in the room.

"She's lying to me," Heero said.

"I *don't* remember this morning!" I insisted as forcefully as I could manage.

"You… don't…" Trowa said; again, not a question although not quite a statement either. An observation, maybe.

"No!"

"You attacked Wufei."

*What?!*

I blinked. Why would I have done such a thing? Better, even – how could I have even managed to do something resembling "attack" Wufei? He knew martial arts, he was trained in combat, and he was also much stronger than I was. It would not only be stupid and pointless for me to go up against him, but –

My injuries spoke for themselves, then.

But… it didn't make sense! My mind flew in circles, trying to pull something coherent out of the phrase that Trowa had just uttered, because it was complete nonsense to me. It didn't make sense. It wasn't right. It couldn't have happened.

Then… why did I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach? Why was I tied to this bed in the first place? Why was I injured, then?

"But…"

"Don't deny it!" Heero spat. "If you deny it one more time, I'm going to kill you."

Okay, I took a breath, I wouldn't deny it then. I'd just question it.

"This morning?"
"Yes," Heero replied; Trowa merely stood in the shadow of the door, silent. All I could see was one green eye from beneath his bangs, staring at me. Not coldly, like Heero's blue eyes were, but… interested. Cautious.

"And he did this to me, then."
"Yes. You don't need me to spell this out for you, traitor."

"All right. Then why haven't you killed me yet?"

"So you admit it – you are a traitor."

"You certainly think so."

His gaze hardened; this was ticking him off. Good.

"Heero."

The blue gaze flickered up at Trowa, who'd spoken. "What?" His voice was tight.

"That's enough for now. Quatre and I will watch her."

The blue gaze on Trowa narrowed slightly. But, nevertheless, the "Perfect Soldier" rose and strode out the door, just the slightest bit of anger evident in those strides.

I found myself beneath Trowa's gaze now.

"Don't do this," he said, then turned and left. The door clicked shut behind him, and I blinked in the darkness.

Do what?