Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Relena PeaceCraft sat at her handcrafted oak table glaring mournfully at a stack of paper work, her mind somewhere else. She'd received no word from Quatre, despite the fact that he'd promised he would call.
Knowing Quatre, it probably wasn't a deliberate attempt to annoy and upset her but she knew one thing-she'd never be able to concentrate until she knew that Heero was safe and well.
Although she had no idea if Heero even liked her, she knew one thing- she loved him. It had started as a crush, she'd admit that, but later on it had grown into respect and something more meaningful.
In more detail- her heart sped up just thinking about him. She loved how he watched her, had protected her from a distance, how he seemed cold hearted and yet she knew that he was anything but.
Relena also hated not knowing if he was ok. She needed to know although she had faith in the other Gundam Pilots, even though she barely knew Trowa and Duo, to find him.
When Quatre had brought Heero to the Sank Kingdom she'd learned to trust the friendly, soft-spoken, blond.
Duo was another story! She still had vivid memories of attending school with him and Heero- even if it was for a short time.
Trowa- she didn't know him at all. She vaguely remembered him from Antarctica and if Heero trusted him -then she did.
Sighing and running a stressed hand through her hair, she stood up, "That's it! I'm going after them all!"
Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell currently worked for the Preventers and although their mission was too find Heero, Relena knew that they would have done it without the orders.
At least this way- they would have have to call into the Preventers Office ( HQ) with any new findings and locations.
Relena went to find the Head of the Preventers, Lady Une.
Her brother Milliardo and Noin also worked for the Preventers and as Ambassadors for the Sank Kingdom- however they lived on Mars working on the Terra-forming project.
Relena had great hopes for that project- in which she had particular great interest.
If she recalled her busy diary, they were due to visit in a few weeks.
Relena hoped that Heero was found by then.
She felt incomplete without him.
She marched with purpose, her pale blue dress flowing behind her, as she swept down the corridor and with flawless grace she seemed to float down the stairs.
Her current home was actually the restored Palace of her late mother and father.
It was a beautiful building; marble floors, huge rooms, boundless rooms in fact and artistically crafted ceilings done by some of the most impressive artists from both Earth and the Colonies. The gardens were just as impressive.
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Shivering in a cell, Heero looked up expecting an answer from the plainly bewildered Police Officer.
"I don't know" came a slow reply from the man.
Heero just turned his head from the man and concentrated on the floor, "That's so sad" he paused, "I can't remember it either. I've had so many".
The Officer stood up and walked back out of the cell, satisfied that the boy wasn't going to die or do anything stupid, but a sad smile played on his lips.
He walked back through to the front desk.
"How is the kid?" a shorter, fatter man asked. His badge marking him-as the Chief of the Police Department.
"Not so great, but better-not as shaky"
The Chief nodded and a silence filled the new looking room.
They sat behind a curved desk that had a PC on it and some trays; marked for various forms- parking tickets paid/unpaid, arrests, witness reports- all neatly filed in colour co-ordinated trays.
A weary breath escaped from the thinner man, "Chief…are we really gonna keep him locked up?"
The Chief leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, "We hafta respond to every call, even if they are made by someone who has the same morals as a corrupt politician".
The thinner one, his badge stating the name- Bob groaned, "Guess so, just seems a shame-that's all".
Chief quietly laughed, "Just the way it is"
"It shouldn't though, that kid won't survive jail" Bob sullenly brought up the fact.
"Not our problem" came the dismissive reply.
The nice floor was a clean blue, the walls a paler blue- not very imaginative but at least it was clean but in away- ridiculous.
While hospitals, schools and libraries remained run-down and unsafe, the police station got an upgrade- such was the logic of the Slums.
A bell happily chimed out as the door was opened and three boys walked into the station, with purpose and determination livid in their eyes.
One (Quatre) strolled over to the pay phone just next to the desk and the other two came straight up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" the Chief leaned forward to attention.
The young man produced a card from his wallet, concealed in his light grey denim jacket, "My names Duo Maxwell, a Preventer Employee on a mission" he grinned.
"Any assistance would be appreciated" the taller boy produced a card stating that his name was Trowa Barton.
"Sure" the Chief smiled pleasantly, this was the most exciting thing that had happened all week/year, "What can I do to help you?"
Quatre finished up his phone call and joined Duo and Trowa.
"We're looking for someone. He's about our age. Brown hair, deep blue eyes. We have reason to believe that you have him in your custody" the braided kid replied, obviously struggling to sound professional.
"Yeah" Bob walked over to them with a sudden interest and joined the Chiefs side, "We picked him up a little while back".
Quatre spoke, "Then we'll have to ask you to hand him over to us" he leaned on the desk.
"I'll need something a little more concrete than that- I can't hand over potential criminals to a couple of kids with fancy cards" the Chief said.
"What else do you need?" Duo asked looking a little peeved.
"How about a phone call from your boss?" Bob asked, understanding that the Chief had to cover his own ass as well.
"Fine" Trowa agreed.
He walked over to the pay phone, Quatre handing him a coin on the way, "Thanks".
Trowa connected to the Preventers HQ and asked for "Une, this is Trowa Barton on a priority one mission".
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Lady Une was in the middle of a heated conversation with the girl known as Relena.
"Look, I just received a phone call from Quatre. They're very close to finding Heero so if you'll just wait a few more hours …. I'm sure that…."
She was interrupted by Relena's impatience, "If you just got a call then you must know where they are! That's all I want to know!"
Lady Une sat in her own office being attacked and feeling her own temper starting to fray, "We cannot have a person of your importance running around looking for a boy!"
Relena put her hands on her hips, "Its not just 'a boy' - its Heero!" she realised how foolish she was sounding but continued to justify her cause as any good diplomat would, "and I think I owe it to him to at least make the effort!"
"We have Preventers, our best Preventers looking for him" Une shot back.
"If your Preventers were so good then Heero wouldn't have made it out of the hospital undetected!" Relena hit hard.
"You know Heero - a metal cage couldn't hold him and it has become apparent that one of the doctor's palmtop was stolen and used to hack into and disable the security cameras! We both know that the only person capable of doing such a thing is…"
"Since his experience with hospitals hadn't been exactly great in the past then its no wonder he tried to escape!"
At that instant Sally Po chose her moment to enter the room and she received two of the coldest glares in history.
"Trowa's called in, want me to transfer him over to you?" she ignored the glares.
"Yes" Une absently replied with a, "where's my usual secretary?"
"She's off-sick" Sally replied, "hey Relena" and Sally walked back out of the room not waiting for a response.
Une lifted up her boring white telephone and waited for the connection whilst mentioning to Relena, "I think you hurt Sally's feelings".
"Hmph".
The line was connected, "Lady Une speaking, what have you found Trowa?"
The answer was short and sweet, "Heero".
Lady Une released a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding.
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Author: This one's more about everyone else rather than just Heero but it helps give the story a little more….something?? I'm trying to improve- with any luck this chapter won't have been too bad!
Plz review!
(no flames)
Relena PeaceCraft sat at her handcrafted oak table glaring mournfully at a stack of paper work, her mind somewhere else. She'd received no word from Quatre, despite the fact that he'd promised he would call.
Knowing Quatre, it probably wasn't a deliberate attempt to annoy and upset her but she knew one thing-she'd never be able to concentrate until she knew that Heero was safe and well.
Although she had no idea if Heero even liked her, she knew one thing- she loved him. It had started as a crush, she'd admit that, but later on it had grown into respect and something more meaningful.
In more detail- her heart sped up just thinking about him. She loved how he watched her, had protected her from a distance, how he seemed cold hearted and yet she knew that he was anything but.
Relena also hated not knowing if he was ok. She needed to know although she had faith in the other Gundam Pilots, even though she barely knew Trowa and Duo, to find him.
When Quatre had brought Heero to the Sank Kingdom she'd learned to trust the friendly, soft-spoken, blond.
Duo was another story! She still had vivid memories of attending school with him and Heero- even if it was for a short time.
Trowa- she didn't know him at all. She vaguely remembered him from Antarctica and if Heero trusted him -then she did.
Sighing and running a stressed hand through her hair, she stood up, "That's it! I'm going after them all!"
Trowa Barton and Duo Maxwell currently worked for the Preventers and although their mission was too find Heero, Relena knew that they would have done it without the orders.
At least this way- they would have have to call into the Preventers Office ( HQ) with any new findings and locations.
Relena went to find the Head of the Preventers, Lady Une.
Her brother Milliardo and Noin also worked for the Preventers and as Ambassadors for the Sank Kingdom- however they lived on Mars working on the Terra-forming project.
Relena had great hopes for that project- in which she had particular great interest.
If she recalled her busy diary, they were due to visit in a few weeks.
Relena hoped that Heero was found by then.
She felt incomplete without him.
She marched with purpose, her pale blue dress flowing behind her, as she swept down the corridor and with flawless grace she seemed to float down the stairs.
Her current home was actually the restored Palace of her late mother and father.
It was a beautiful building; marble floors, huge rooms, boundless rooms in fact and artistically crafted ceilings done by some of the most impressive artists from both Earth and the Colonies. The gardens were just as impressive.
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Shivering in a cell, Heero looked up expecting an answer from the plainly bewildered Police Officer.
"I don't know" came a slow reply from the man.
Heero just turned his head from the man and concentrated on the floor, "That's so sad" he paused, "I can't remember it either. I've had so many".
The Officer stood up and walked back out of the cell, satisfied that the boy wasn't going to die or do anything stupid, but a sad smile played on his lips.
He walked back through to the front desk.
"How is the kid?" a shorter, fatter man asked. His badge marking him-as the Chief of the Police Department.
"Not so great, but better-not as shaky"
The Chief nodded and a silence filled the new looking room.
They sat behind a curved desk that had a PC on it and some trays; marked for various forms- parking tickets paid/unpaid, arrests, witness reports- all neatly filed in colour co-ordinated trays.
A weary breath escaped from the thinner man, "Chief…are we really gonna keep him locked up?"
The Chief leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, "We hafta respond to every call, even if they are made by someone who has the same morals as a corrupt politician".
The thinner one, his badge stating the name- Bob groaned, "Guess so, just seems a shame-that's all".
Chief quietly laughed, "Just the way it is"
"It shouldn't though, that kid won't survive jail" Bob sullenly brought up the fact.
"Not our problem" came the dismissive reply.
The nice floor was a clean blue, the walls a paler blue- not very imaginative but at least it was clean but in away- ridiculous.
While hospitals, schools and libraries remained run-down and unsafe, the police station got an upgrade- such was the logic of the Slums.
A bell happily chimed out as the door was opened and three boys walked into the station, with purpose and determination livid in their eyes.
One (Quatre) strolled over to the pay phone just next to the desk and the other two came straight up to the desk.
"Can I help you?" the Chief leaned forward to attention.
The young man produced a card from his wallet, concealed in his light grey denim jacket, "My names Duo Maxwell, a Preventer Employee on a mission" he grinned.
"Any assistance would be appreciated" the taller boy produced a card stating that his name was Trowa Barton.
"Sure" the Chief smiled pleasantly, this was the most exciting thing that had happened all week/year, "What can I do to help you?"
Quatre finished up his phone call and joined Duo and Trowa.
"We're looking for someone. He's about our age. Brown hair, deep blue eyes. We have reason to believe that you have him in your custody" the braided kid replied, obviously struggling to sound professional.
"Yeah" Bob walked over to them with a sudden interest and joined the Chiefs side, "We picked him up a little while back".
Quatre spoke, "Then we'll have to ask you to hand him over to us" he leaned on the desk.
"I'll need something a little more concrete than that- I can't hand over potential criminals to a couple of kids with fancy cards" the Chief said.
"What else do you need?" Duo asked looking a little peeved.
"How about a phone call from your boss?" Bob asked, understanding that the Chief had to cover his own ass as well.
"Fine" Trowa agreed.
He walked over to the pay phone, Quatre handing him a coin on the way, "Thanks".
Trowa connected to the Preventers HQ and asked for "Une, this is Trowa Barton on a priority one mission".
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Lady Une was in the middle of a heated conversation with the girl known as Relena.
"Look, I just received a phone call from Quatre. They're very close to finding Heero so if you'll just wait a few more hours …. I'm sure that…."
She was interrupted by Relena's impatience, "If you just got a call then you must know where they are! That's all I want to know!"
Lady Une sat in her own office being attacked and feeling her own temper starting to fray, "We cannot have a person of your importance running around looking for a boy!"
Relena put her hands on her hips, "Its not just 'a boy' - its Heero!" she realised how foolish she was sounding but continued to justify her cause as any good diplomat would, "and I think I owe it to him to at least make the effort!"
"We have Preventers, our best Preventers looking for him" Une shot back.
"If your Preventers were so good then Heero wouldn't have made it out of the hospital undetected!" Relena hit hard.
"You know Heero - a metal cage couldn't hold him and it has become apparent that one of the doctor's palmtop was stolen and used to hack into and disable the security cameras! We both know that the only person capable of doing such a thing is…"
"Since his experience with hospitals hadn't been exactly great in the past then its no wonder he tried to escape!"
At that instant Sally Po chose her moment to enter the room and she received two of the coldest glares in history.
"Trowa's called in, want me to transfer him over to you?" she ignored the glares.
"Yes" Une absently replied with a, "where's my usual secretary?"
"She's off-sick" Sally replied, "hey Relena" and Sally walked back out of the room not waiting for a response.
Une lifted up her boring white telephone and waited for the connection whilst mentioning to Relena, "I think you hurt Sally's feelings".
"Hmph".
The line was connected, "Lady Une speaking, what have you found Trowa?"
The answer was short and sweet, "Heero".
Lady Une released a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding.
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Author: This one's more about everyone else rather than just Heero but it helps give the story a little more….something?? I'm trying to improve- with any luck this chapter won't have been too bad!
Plz review!
(no flames)