Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Gundam Wing. I'm not special enough. But I bet they would like to be owned by me...*wicked grin*

A.N's: This is my first fanfic ever and my first time writing anything besides essays for school. I really hope you all like it. Small note: The pizza roll thing is an inside joke between some friends, so that is why it is in here. Enjoy!!! :-)

'…' Thinking/dreaming (these can also be in italics)

A Painful Past

Chapter 1

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'She was running as fast as she could but they were still catching up to her. Hot, fiery breath down her neck, but she was still just out of reach. Things blowing up all around her while she staggered over the chaos she created and as she kept looking over her shoulder at her faceless pursuers. All of the sudden, she trips and goes down amongst the rubble strewn everywhere. As she turns over to get up the monsters are on top of her, seemingly eating her alive.'

"No!!!", Kaylee screamed as she sat bolt upright in bed. A cold sweat was dripping down her face and body, making her shiver in the cold nights air. It wasn't the first time she had had this dream, but it always seemed so real. She knew right, for every time she closed her eyes, the visions came back with startling clarity. 'I should have never taken that mission. All those innocent lives…'

"No! I will not go through this again!" She said to the dark empty room. Rubbing the sleep from her deep but bright green eyes, and pulling up her deep reddish-brown hair, putting on a robe and slippers, she headed down the stairs to make a pot of tea and start a fire. 'Maybe there's a good movie on', she thought.

Ever since her parents' death, Kaylee had owned in the old two-story house in which she now lived in this least used part of the colony. Everyone else was too busy in their own lives to notice a seventeen year old loner, but that was just how she liked it. If no one thought about her, she wouldn't have to think about them.

The pot squealed, breaking up her thoughts, and Kaylee went to make tea. 'Extra sugar. If I'm not going to sleep, I might as well make sure I stay awake', she thought comically. The fire was glowing nice and warm, but the rest of the draft house was still cold. Kaylee turned up the gas on the fire, grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch, and curled up with her tea; once more letting her thoughts consume her.

Kaylee was five when her parents had died. The few family members she had each took her in turn for a little while, but none of them know what to do with this bubbly girl who didn't like much socialization but with two-three people and who would rather fiddle with machinery and her laptop than go outside to play. All her relatives were older people anyway and eventually all died off and she was sent to a foster home when she was nine. Apparently, all her "hacking" had paid off because she was hacking into government computers easily as slicing into a pie. The home must have gotten scared that they were going to get in trouble, because one morning, Kaylee woke up in a different place than where she had fallen asleep, VERY different. Later she discovered the home paid someone to take her away so they wouldn't get in trouble. Kaylee had been drugged with the evening meal, and taken to this old military base. The man who took her, Dr. J, was very interested in her computer and machinery skills and figured he could use her for testing, his new prototype Gundam.

It was a beautiful machine. It was called a Gundam because of the Gundanium alloy it was made out of. It had a form of wings that looked like bird wings and lifted to expose the propulsion jets underneath. The coloring was many metallic colors that were almost holographic, but cleverly dimmed to blend in with any surroundings. A special arm, like a snake, could shoot out of the right shoulder. The sword had three different settings:

1) A regular sword. (Like Star Wars)

2) A scythe similar to cut wheat.

3) Three pronged like a fork.

The sword was laser. It also had a machine gun attachment and a beam cannon. Kaylee loved that Gundam. It may not have been alive, but it was to her a great companion.

But it had one downfall. The cockpit system was only experimental. It was very strong and controlling, eventually taking over the pilots mind and doing their thinking for them. This would happen every once in a while. Dr. j thought that because Kaylee was a weak girl, he should get a strong boy to handle it, but she begged and eventually convinced him to let her keep on. She figured it was her optimism that finally won him over. She got to be pretty good in the simulator battles, the cockpit taking over less and less. By the time she was 14, she was fighting in small revolutions before the war. She had no idea what she was fighting for, she just carried out her mission. One day, the cockpit got the better of her, and the mission went horribly wrong…

She was shaken from her thoughts by the doorbell. 'Who would come in the middle of the night?' She thought. But then she realized it was morning. 'Wow!' She thought, ' I have been sitting here a long time!' But no one ever comes out here. Who could it be?' She got up to open the door and there was a deliveryman there with a telegram in his hand.

"Miss Kaylee Love?" The man asked.

"Yes?"

"I have a telegram for you. I was told to wait for a reply."

She quickly scanned the telegram requesting her to go to the L1 colony government house, today at three. 'Oh no! What could he possibly want from me now? Is it not enough I was "fired"? Well I guess it wouldn't hurt. I can always refuse after I find out what he wants.'

"Miss Love?"

"Oh yes. Please report that I'll be there to meet him. Tell him he better not try any funny business."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and he left. Kaylee shut the door and looked at the telegram again. The government house on L1? 'Kuso! I don't have money for a transport!' She also didn't understand why he would request to meet her in such a public place at a public hour. It didn't match anything he usually did, and it made her nervous about what was going on. But she didn't have time to think about that now. She would have to leave after breakfast if she was going to make it by 3. She ran to the shower.