Always and Forever

Author's Note: I regret to inform you that I, Lolo Winner, do not own Gundam Wing. The wonderful people at Sunrise, Bandai, and TV Asahi do. I'm just borrowing the charas for this precious little story of mine. I do, however, own Javier Villa Signor, General Juniper, and David Pavik, I ask that you please don't steal these characters from me. I love them very much. *Hugs my new characters* Now on with the story!

Another Note: Due to the advents on September 11th I postponed the release of this fiction. I want everyone to know that I began writing this one way before that happened, and any similarities, are only coincidental. Don't worry, they aren't very alike, but there are a few similarities. I hope it doesn't deter you from reading this! Sit back and enjoy, I'm pretty sure it will be worth your time.
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My eyes cry out in pain, begging to be closed. The computer screen in front of me is beginning to look blurry. I've been staring at that screen for over 15 hours today. If I don't have a break soon I won't be able to make out the words I'm typing.

I look at my clock. It's only midnight. It isn't too late to call Noin. I dial her cell phone number quickly on my phone.

"Noin here."

"I am so glad to hear your voice right now."

"Having a hard day?"

A yawn escapes my mouth, "A long day."

"Sounds like it. You should go home and get to sleep."

"I still have more work to do. I just need a little brake that's all. Keep me awake please."

I can almost see her smile; "Well I know something that will make you happy."

"Oh yeah?"

"I'm looking down on you right now."

"Really?"

"I'm patrolling this district tonight. I was going to call you soon."

I stiffen in my chair, "What about? Did you find something?"

"No," She giggles at my question, "it's really quiet tonight. What I wanted to tell you was that tomorrow I can go to your colony."

I relax, "That's great news. Do you know what time yet?"

"Yes, in the evening."

"Great, we can go out to dinner."

"Hum, 'the social effects satellites have on colonies'. Sounds like a real bore."

I smile. She's hacked into my computer. She loves doing that. "I know, I have to give a speech on the subject tomorrow."

"Here we go this is more interesting."

"What are you reading now?"

"'Sweatheart, I wish so much that you were here with me.' Oh Quatre that's so sweet."

She's found the letter I wrote her a few hours ago. I haven't gotten the chance to finish and send it to her, "Hey you can't read that, it will spoil it when you get it tomorrow."

"Un-uh, I want to read it now."

"Is that so?" I open the paint shop program and move the picture we selected of us for our wedding invitations.

"What are you doing now?"

"You'll see." I start to draw something with a red pen.

"I... love... you." She reads out loud as I write it. "You're too cute."

"I'm not done yet." I encircle my message in a heart and put it as my desktop.

"I've got a better idea." She says. The paint shop opens again. The photo of us at Relena's eighteenth birthday party comes up. That was the first picture taken of us as a couple. Relena snapped it when we were dancing.

I read out loud what she is writing, "I... love... you... more." The picture pops up as my desktop.

"Your creativity astounds me." I tease.

"I didn't know that was a factor in our little art projects."

"I never said it was."

She laughs.

We continue to talk for another hour. We have been going out for two and a half years now. We are to be married in six weeks. The time I spend with her is by far the best time I have ever had.

The relationship isn't technically long distance, I guess. She is always in some other cluster for work though, and I am always traveling as well. Yet some how we manage to get together on the weekends. When we aren't together we rack up the phone bills and email each other long emails nearly every day. It's early Friday morning, seeing her tonight is an unexpected treat.

I hear a man's voice in the backround; it's undoubtfully Zechs. "Alright I'm sorry." She tells him.

"We're keeping Zechs up. I have to go."

"Alright, tell him that I say goodnight. And I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

I hear Zechs again in the backround. He obviously wants to get to sleep. He knows better then anyone else that our little contests of who loves who more can go on forever.

"Okay, okay, I get the point." She says, "Sorry babe, but I have to go."

"I understand."

"Love you more." She hangs up before I can say anything more.

I put the receiver down and try to get back to work.
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A dark man enters the room. The room is filled with computers, phones, and other technical equipment. He goes straight to a man with headphones on. He leans over him, his mouth close to his ears, and looks at the screen in front of him.

"Did you get it?" He asks.

"Yes sir. We have a lock on her phone."

"Good, she will be on assignment tomorrow correct? We will attack then. Give the orders."

"Yes sir."
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I mindlessly scan the menu at our favorite restaurant. This is the seventh time I have read it. I put it down and check my watch. Noin is nearly a half-hour late. I'm starting to get worried; she's never late. I haven't gotten a phone call or anything.

I try to reassure myself. I tell my self that she just got held up on her mission, or that her shuttle was delayed. I know deep down though that something isn't right.

The table I'm at is facing the front of the restaurant. A man has just come in. The man has long blond hair and is wearing a perventer uniform. He looks just like Zechs. He can't be Zechs though; my eyes must be playing tricks on me.

The hostess points over at my table. The man and my eyes lock. There's no mistake, it's Zechs all right. I stand and walk towards him. We meet half way.

"Zechs, where is Noin?"

"Quatre you better come with me."

"What's wrong? Is she hurt? Where is she?"

"Please, just come with me." He says, avoiding my eyes.
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It's been four hours since Noin and my date should have taken place. Since then I've been flown across the cluster, left by Zechs, forced to wait until someone could talk to me, and all and all angry and confused.

Special Agent Sally Poe comes over to me. Sally and I have stayed close friends since the war. She apparently has something to do with the situation. I stand to greet her, "Sally, what is going on?"

"Come with me Quatre, we will tell you what is going on when we get to the conference room.

In the conference room there are two other preventers. I recognize one of them as Lady Une. The other I do not know. He is tall and lean with shoulder length wild blond hair, and a short beard. He looks more like an adventurer, someone who would be climbing cliffs or skiing a double black diamond coarse some where in French Alps, then a perventer.

"Mr. Winner I'm sorry we had to keep you waiting. Please, have a seat." Une says from the head of the table.

I take the seat right next to her. Sally sits next to the male preventer. I feel like I'm in an interrogation room, like they are trying to intimidate me.

"Could I get you some coffee?" She asks.

"Just tell me where Noin is."

She clears her throat and starts to tell me what has happened. I cannot believe what she is saying. The scene she is depicting plays out in my mind, as if it's one of my own memories.

Noin and Zechs are on their way to their mission on L-4C28447. Suddenly two motorcycles and an unmarked van box them in. The three vehicles force them to slow to a stop.

Zechs is about to see what is going on when the front motorcycle throws a canister into their jeep. When they realize that it's sleeping gas, it's already too late to escape its effects.

Zechs wakes up a few hours later. The passenger's seat, where Noin was sitting is empty. A ransom note is attached to the seat with a knife.

"What is the ransom?" I ask.

"Mr. Winner I assure you that paying the ransom is out of the question."

"What is it?" I ask sternly.

Lady Une sighs, "They are asking for twenty-five billion dollars."

"Twenty-five billion? Who the hell do they think they've kidnapped? The president's daughter?" The male preventer says.

"I'll pay the ransom."

"Mr. Winner you can't be serious."

"I have the money, I'll pay it."

"I don't think that a wise idea." Sally says.

"Why is that?" I ask.

"The organization that has Noin is known to have a military presence and a grudge against the earth."

"And twenty-five billion dollars can go a long way when it comes to weapons." The Une says.

"So you are saying that saving Noin may result in another war." I say quietly.

"I'm sorry Mr. Winner, but peace is more important then one life." Lady Une says.

My eyes widen. In a sudden furry of rage I pound my fists on the table and stand, "No! I won't let that be our only option!" I yell.

"I understand your feelings, but there is nothing we can do." Sally says.

"You must think rationally, remember you are emotionally involved." Une adds.

"Of corse I'm emotionally involved! What I don't understand is why I'm the only one who is. This isn't just some stranger, this is your friend, your comrade."

"What do you propose we do then?"

"We brake in, and free her."

"That's crazy. She is in a heavily protected compound underground on earth."

"Some danger can't be avoided."

"And you are willing to do this? Alone?"

"No, I will need help. I request that Zechs Marquise offer his services."

"That can't be arrange, he has already been reassigned to another cluster."

"I get it, you are getting him out of the way since he is 'emotionally involved' as well." I snap.

"You don't have to put it that way." Une says.

"Sally, what about Wu Fei? Please allow him to help me."

Sally looks over to Une and the man. They exchange glances, "We will have to discuss it Quatre."

"You do that, but understand if you deny my request I will go alone." I storm out of the room.

I walk down the hall, and into an empty office. I lock the door behind me, and collapse into the chair, a pitiful retch. My heart hasn't fully grasped yet that she is gone.

I can see her. I see her huddled in the little containment cell that they threw her into. Is she crying like I am now? Is she wishing that the preventers will just forget the politics and try and rescue her? Is she wondering if I will pay the ransom?

No she can't be. I push the negative images out of my mind. She is too strong for that, to hopeful. I know that she is sitting there counting the minutes until someone rushes in and saves her. And I will be that person, even if I have to do it alone.