Author's Notes: Thank you for the entire bunch of lovely e-mails and reviews you sent me. Just keep them coming. A note to pay attention to Relena will be refered to as Alexandra for obvious reason. I will only refer to her as Relena when she and Heero finally meet. That's basically it for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character's that belong to GW. Blah, blah. Made up characters belong to me. Blah, blah, blah.

Dedication: see first part.

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A Moment's Weakness

By Eve

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Love is a kind of warfare.

Ovid

Chapter One: I'm Burning Here

Budapest, Hungary

Cathedral of St. John

            It's starting again, she realized looking up from her pew in the center of the church. Her family was starting to look for her again and this time with a strong vengeance. She bit her lip and set the bible down, eyes on the altar in the front. How long was it going to take for her to get a piece of mind? How many more years could she take making friends and relationships only having to break them for the very reason that she was running from the people that had hurt her most?

            Her family, people she had admired the most, people whom she had trusted with her entire life, had betrayed her where it hurt and left her no choice but to leave. Her father, a man whom she thought was of great virtue and intelligence was no one more than a shell of a man who followed orders. Her brother, who had taught her to love regardless, had turned his back on her when she needed him most. And her mother, goddamn her mother, was someone she would have kissed the ground that she had walked upon. Instead her mother had sold her own daughter for a life of extravagance. Because of them, she had lost so many opportunities to connect with so many wonderful people. So she had left. She had run and taken with her all the reason her family; her blood had used her for.

            She was alone and unable to trust anyone. It was sad, of course, but again the world was also cruel. She had to fight for a peace that she'd been robbed from. And she rather die than go back to Paris.

            "Alexandra?"

            She turned to see Father Henry standing behind her, concern evident in his tone of voice. She gave the old man a tired smile. "I just came her to think Father. I'm alright."

            "Perhaps we could talk, child. It might help to clear your mind."

            I only wish that were true for me. She stood and grabbed her jacket. She paused for a moment, slender fingers slowly going over an unrepaired hole in the back. She shook her head. It had been Milan, two years past August. The family had sent a female investigator after her. It had been unexpected and she had been caught off guard, but the woman had gone back to Paris empty handed like the rest. The rumor had been that the woman had gone partially insane after claiming to see the bullet she shoot turn and go after her.

            "I've been trying to clear my mind for years, Father."

            The old man sighed softly. "You're a tough young one, Alexandra. I trust you will be leaving soon."

            She placed a hand on the priest's shoulder. The faint smell of lavender and jasmine assaulted her senses. He was gardening again, she realized with a smile. "Yes," she replied.

            "Will you keep in touch?"

            Alexandra smiled sadly. She loved the older man dearly, but with the reality of the situation the both of them knew she could not.

            "Maybe I will return one day. This is the closest I've felt to a home."

            Father Henry nodded and reached into the pocket of his apron, pulling out a tied bouquet of dry jasmine, lavender, and baby's breath. She bit her lip, holding back the tears that were threatening to fall.

            "To remind you of a home you'll always have."

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            "I'm looking for Krycek."

            The bartender looked up startled. Heero shook his head; obviously he had never heard an American accent in these parts. Then again, he wasn't exactly an American. He watched as the bartender searched his eyes. This one could only be bought. He slid five hundred bills across the counter. The man slowly pointed to the back of the bar and Heero nodded his thanks, making his way through the crowded bar.

            She was good a covering tracks. It had been three of the most frustrating months of his life. Those, whom he had finally gotten to admit they knew who he was talking about, had knew she had left but only to parts of the unknown. The even more frustrating part was that Millardo had only given him things that she had left behind as a result of her running away. No information, just trinkets. However, the man had given him things to think about. The older brother had looked tired and almost regretful when then had spoken about Relena. Regrets was something that he could use to his advantage.

            He came to a wooden door. Knife markings and bullet holes let small amounts of an eerie light escape the clutches of the room. It smelled horribly like mildew. Uh, he thought with disgust and pushed his way into the room.

            "I don't have the godforsaken money, Cristobol! Go the fuck away."

            Heero smirked as he watched the small man scurry around the room throwing papers and things into a small bag. He reminded him of a rat waiting to be caught by a cat. He leaned against the doorframe waiting for the man to notice him.

            "Cristobol, I-"

            The man turned and saw him, backing up slowly. "Who-who are you?"

            He said nothing and bit back a cruel laugh as the smaller man tripped over his own feet. Whoever he owed money to, it had to be a large sum. He slipped a hand into the inner pocket of his jacket, fingers closing over a wad of cash. Working for a private government organization had its perks.

            "Please, I-"

            "I'm only here for information," Heero interrupted. He threw the wad of bills at the trembling man. Krycek looked at the bills and took them, jumping to his feet. He made a motion to go and shake Heero's hand but Heero stopped him.

            "Don't think I won't hesitate to kill you, though."

            Krycek's grin faltered and he narrowed his eyes. "You're here about little Alexandra. That's the only reason anyone comes to see of your nature. That and my gambling fees."

            He shrugged. "I'm sure that my sum will cover your latest troubles. My fee however is a bit information, that's all."

            "You're not going to find her. You're not the first who hasn't come and bribed me to tell where Alex is. Hell, even if I told you Alex would find some way to lose you. That last person who ended up trying to find her was some lady, pretty lady, whom last I heard was in a mental institution in Belgium. Stupid bitch, forced Alex to use her goddamn powers-"

            "Powers?" What the hell? This was entirely new. Powers, the guy had to be completely insane. Or stupid, he could take his pick.

            "You know telekinesis, telepathy that whole deal? Wait you are-"

            He grabbed Krycek by the shirt, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I don't have a lot of time to find her. So again, tell me where she is."

            "Last-last I hear-heard she was in Hungary. That's-that's all I know-know. She doesn't trust me after the last time. Please, that's what I know-"

            This was a start.

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