TITLE; Reflection in another's eye.
Author: Joanie Doe
Disclaimer: I don't own Gw (you probably know that already,) I'm not
making any money from this fic,
Don't sew me please.
Rating:Pg-13 (just to be on the safe side ^_^;)
Warning: Some gore, brief reference to sex, adult situations.
Feed back is always wanted. Flames too please ^_^
Chapter 1. What is Midie doing now?
The tile flour was cold and he wished he had put on his house shoes
before coming in to the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator, knowing exactly what he wanted, and where it
had been put he reached in and pulled out the milk carton with out
glancing at any of the other food items in there.
He got a glass from the cupboard and his mind wandered about times past
as he pored his milk.
A beautiful face apers in his mind's eyes. Dark blue eyes, glistening
with tears. Her face was still smooth and youthful, framed by thick wavy
dark blond hair, that some what hung in to her face.
"Midie...." He sat down the milk carton abruptly.
Now what a strange thought to have after so long. He hadn't seen her
cents their last battle together. She was so sad that day, like every day
there was to be fighting. He could read the guilt in her eyes. He
remembers thinking how she was always emotional, but didn't live by her
emotions. She felt guilty but kept fighting, was scared to die but took
the most dangerous tasks.
He'd been on earth for two years gathering information for the big
operation. Midie Une had joined the Barton foundation's spys. He'd known
only that she was once a Federation spy. Why she changed forces didn't
matter then, but he found himself wandering now.
She didn't talk often, but when she did she was so animated. His mind
flashed back to the few times they'd talked;
"I'm Midie, Midie Une. Who are you?" He had glared at her, "my code name
is Zach."
"I hate my life, but I have to keep living!" She'd yelled in anguish
once. He stared at the blood running down her leg, the dim lighting in
the tint made it hard to see but he could still tell she'd been shot in
the leg. "You're not going to die." he blurted out while starting to
stitch the wound back up.
"You don't have a family, or past so why do you fight?" She demanded of
him once as they where salvaging guns off of dead bodies. "I've been
given a mission." He'd answered. Why did he fight? He felt he had to
fight, one should live by his emotions. Not that he felt much of any
thing during those days.
Then on that last day, "Are you ready to go?" She'd asked. He stared at
her coldly. Not caring what she thought, only trying to focus on his
mission. She sniffled back a tear, had she not wanted to cry in front of
him? Probably. Her motive he did not know, at the time hadn't wanted to
know, but now thinking back he wandered.
Their last mission was to destroy a Federation base and steal a space
trance port that would take them and the rest of the Barton foundation
soldiers in the aria back to the colonies to prepare for faze two. She
didn't get on the trance port though. In stead with tears in her eyes
she'd stayed be hind and drew off the enemy fire. He had been cold
hearted and thought she was just a weak fool. Was she really that, or
courageous. Now it did matter, he wanted to know what is Midie doing now,
if any thing. Was she still alive?
"Heero, Trowa's on the phone." A woman's voice calls out from the bed
room. He fronds at himself for being so lost in thoughts of ancient
memories that he hadn't heard the phone ring.
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"Errr," squeezing her eyes tightly shut she tried to keep the sun light
out. It couldn't be morning yet. Not so soon. Hadn't she just now climbed
in to bed? Letting out a sigh, she open her eyes slowly.
The room was empty other then herself & the bed she lied on. No pictures
on the walls, no dresser. Even the closet was completely bare.
"Why can't I be as empty as this room?" She groan to her self. Stubbornly
she staid in bed and slowly drifted back to sleep.
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Smoke & flames where all around, the ground was nothing but muck. Slimy,
grimy mud that clung to their clothes and skin as they had trudged on. To
the left of her missiles was being fired, to the right they exploded. But
some times the missiles would land directly in front of her.
"Aaahahhaaa," a woman cried. She was covered from head to toe in the
filth. Leaves stuck to her hair. Midie watched her as they tried to lay
low. 'I'm just the same,' She realized and ran her free hand, the one not
holding a gun, through her hair, the slime coming off on to her hand.
"When will it stop?!" The other woman screamed over the sound of another
missile landing to close for comfort.
Midie only shook her head no. She had no way of telling. When was this
blasted war going to come to an end? She had heard so many soldiers ask.
The civilians didn't seam to care unless they had a loved one fighting.
They had it easy, letting the soldiers & spys do the dirty work. Envy and
hate swelled up in her. She glared at the other woman who was in civies,
civilian clothing. She didn't have any idea what real pain was. What
bitter tears tasted like, how to swallow defeat after a bloody battle.
Impulsively she reached out and smacked the crying woman, "now you have
some thing to cry about!"
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"Some thing wrong Sally?"
Sally Po looked up in to the face of Trowa Barton. She'd been staring off
in to space and rubbing her cheek absent minded again. She sighed in
wordily but on the out side just grind back at the young man. "Just
thinking about some thing."
Trowa's green eye piers at her and studied her expression, she didn't
mind his scrutiny, she'd been acting strange lately and only a friend
would care enough to pried.
"Did you hurt your cheek?" He asked while taking a seat on the edge of
her desk.
"No.." She removed her hand away from her cheek. Those memories where so
really though she still felt the angry girl's smack. So many young and
old people grew to be so bitter thanks to the war and the losses it
caused them.
Major Sally Po, or the dear doctor as her friends called her, had once
been a civilian doctor. But the hate from that smack, the pain she saw
made her want to mind those soldier on the battlefield. Where was that
girl now, What had become of Midie Une the former Federation spy?
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The blanket felt nice and soft, Heero Yuy lied on his back staring at the
ceiling but thinking about that young girl, and Trowa's phone call.
"Dorothy is looking forward to the dinner date," Trowa had said.
"I.. I will keep fighting!" Midie's quivering voice shouted in a dark
night. She hadn't thought any one else was around, but Heero had been
keeping an eye on her, the fact that she had once been an Alliance
soldier bothered him.
"-Trowa, be sure to ask them over to our house before going to La
Shear's." Dorothy's voice had shouted from the back ground.
"Affirmative." Heero responded to let his comrade know he'd heard.
Visions of a young weeping girl swirled in his mind. Those eyes, those
deep eyes had carried a reflection of some thing. Some thing familiar,
odd he'd never thought about it before now.
He set up suddenly.
"Well?" A genteel voice ask from the foot of the bed, it belongs to a
young woman with black hair that hung down to her shoulders in thick
curls, she had been setting there with her legs folded under herself
waiting for him to speak.
He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leans on his side toured
her, so that his head rested on her chess. She wrapped her arms around
his shoulders protectively, and rested her chin on the top of his head.
"Those nightmares haven't been bothering you again, have they?"
He closed his eyes, relaxing in her embrace.
"No..." He felt like going back to sleep right there. Though these days
he found him self falling a sleep in the most odd places.
"Then what is it?" She pressed the subject.
He frond, "flash backs." He knew very good and well that when a soldier
had flash backs of war they where of battles and bloody horrors, not of
lovely looking female soldiers. What was getting in to him, thinking of
Midie so fondly, he barely knew her!
He's muscles where getting tense. Sensing the storm clouds rolling in his
woman hoped off of the bed, causing Heero to fall in to the flour. He
just looked up at her from the flour, unbelieving.
"Well we can't just set around the house all day, I have to get to work
now, and you're going to be late for class. Don't forget about dinner
with the Bartons.-" She went on and on for a while about each of their's
schedules for the day as she got dressed. "-Oh, I forgot to tell you
'Dimmer' called late last night-" She was setting on the corner of the
bed strapping on her blue hills.
Heero had managed to get out of his robe and in to a pair of pants, was
he getting slow these days or could that woman move fast? She was pretty
amazing.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"Don't worry, he said you could call him in the morning when I told him
you where asleep."
Heero scowled. Amazing, but not with out faults. "You should have woken
me up."
She just shook her head no. "You're going to college, working at
Preventers, AND the Terriformation, Heero you can't do every thing. And
if you're going to attempt it, you better have a little bit of sleep.
That was the first time in weeks that you slept all night, and you
deserved that rest."
He didn't argue back with words, but glared at her.
"Hey if I'm going to have to give up sex cause you're to busy, you need
you're sleep!" Inwardly he winced, but physically only turns to his
dresser to look for a shirt.
"Sorry Annaleen." He mutters over his shoulder.
"It's fine, I'll see you tonight." Wistful she adds, "don't cut classes,
this is you're last quarter all you have to do is graduate and we'll be
over this ruff stage." She smiled weakly before leaving the room.
Heero wanted to try and live in this world with out war. He'd finished
his High school education and started College, but even with out an out &
out war this was not an aria of peace. Too many restless souls where
still causing trouble for the Earth Sphere United Nations, even in this
year of 200 A.C.
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Feet padded up the stars, Midie could hear them coming. Well she'd made
up her mind to move on, that was just what she'd do now.
"Miss Une," an older woman with blond hair peaked in to Midie's room.
"We're going to have breakfast soon. Will you join us?"
"I have to be leaving." She stud up to her full height of 5 feet and 4
inches. "Thank you for letting me stay with you Chris."
Chris Morren-Kurt smiled weakly, "I'd be glad to help you if you're ever
in trouble." She was worried for the younger girl and felt a connection.
She knew all to well how people where still suffering as a result of the
war.
Her boarding house for former soldiers had help to serve as a crutch for
others like Midie and herself in the L3 colony cluster. But she feared
Midie wasn't allowing herself to heal, that she kept too many bitter
memories so close to her heart it kept the wounds infected.
Midie shoved past Chris in the door way and marched off.
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'What the heck is wrong with me?!' Seated in a shuttle heading back to
earth Midie watched the stars that where afar away off. The moon looked
cold and dead to her. She brushed her hair out of her face with her left
hand.
"I'm coming home.." she says with a quivering voice as she spots the
earth. She felt herself trembling with excitement and fear.
She'd been avoiding coming home ever cents the war ended, five long years
ago. She still sent money home to her brothers with a short letter only
to confirm that she was still alive.
How could she face them after all the things she had done, she couldn't
take care of her innocent, untouched, brothers when she had blood stained
hands. What must her mother think, watching from heaven above, and her
father?!
Her shaking was uncontrollable now and she had to focus all her attention
to regaining control.
What a monster she'd become, surely her brothers would see it. No one
could except a soldier who'd done such cruel things with open arms, no
matter how justified her reasons where. They just wouldn't understand!
A feeling of being trapped came over her as she saw there was no way of
getting off of the shuttle, she'd have to wait till they landed on earth
before making her escape, she wouldn't go home. She had no idea where to
go, but she couldn't face her brothers.
Slowly she calmed down, her heart stopped it's racing, and her resolve to
run like a coward became stronger.
What would Zach have thought of her, acting in this fashion? A picture of
a 12 year old boy in a black T-shirt, camouflage pants, and heavy combat
boots formed in her head. A large automatic gun more then half his size
in his arms, the barrel resting lightly in the cruk of his left arm. How
strong he was.
She hated him. He was empty, had no loves ones for whom he fought for.
She hadn't spent much time with him, hardly any at all. How ever there
was constant roomers going around about the boy.
"He's not from earth, or the colonies," one soldier said while a group of
eight had gathered around a table in the tent being used as a mess hall.
"You don't mean-!"
"Yes, an alien, or some sort of advanced life form." The first one
answers back.
"Quite you fooling around. He's just a kid," a third one piped up, he was
older and wiser looking Midie recalls. The rest of that conversation was
a blur. Would that little rock hard boy except her after all the things
she'd done?
Her mind wounded even further back, to some one who didn't have a code
name. He was empty of all responsibility.
No emotions to combat with, no one he loved to try and please. He was
every thing she wanted to be. He was free of guilt, and pain because he
was empty. Why couldn't she have been like him?!
'No name, would you hate me?' She thought, but no answers came. The ride
back to earth would be a long and lonely one.
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