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Chapter 3
What's Lost? What's Gained?
She woke up the next morning with the sun in her eyes in an empty bed. There was no trace that any one had been there the night before. She tried to find some trace of him, something to tell her it wasn't a dream. She still felt sore from what they had done the night before. She laid her head back down and began to cry into the pillow, which still held his scent.
Nothing appeared to be wrong the first few days. She was working fine and nothing was out of order. It only lasted a week. She started sleeping less; one could rarely find her eating. She started to wear herself thin, coming to work earlier, leaving later. Heero's absence was taking its toll on her. It wasn't just that he was gone, he had been gone before, but this time he might not come back.
She started to feel different, not just tired and hungry from the lack of food and sleep, but she was feeling off. She stopped coming to work. She stayed at home and did her work from there. She started think she was ill. It wasn't till a month later that she realized her period was late.
Heero found himself on a battlefield in space. Fighting mobile dolls that never stopped coming. He had fired his maximum in shots from his buster rifles and was now taking them out by beam saber. If he fired one more shot from the rifles, it might destroy what was left of his Gundam and even kill him. He had no choice. He started flying back away from the dolls at top speed. He turned around and fired.
He woke with a start in the white room. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light.
"He's awake doctor." A nurse was standing over him with her hand on an intercom on the wall. He began to recall what happened. He fired the shot that could have killed him. Some how he survived. 'Relena'
She picked up the vid-phone and called her brother on mars. "Brother, I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything."
"I need to get away from this place."
"Heero? He left didn't he?" The tears started to come back.
"Yes. He did."
"What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to help me fake my death."
"Relena, why do you want this?"
"Milliardo, I can't live like this anymore, I need to be somewhere where I have people who care about me, not my political status."
"Alright, I'll make the arrangements."
Heero tried to get out of the bed, but his body didn't want to cooperate. From what the doctor had told him, he had three broken ribs, a fractured femur, second and third degree burns and various other injuries. By the time he could escape, he had been there over a month. He had only one thing on his mind. He had to get back to Relena.
Chapter 3
What's Lost? What's Gained?
She woke up the next morning with the sun in her eyes in an empty bed. There was no trace that any one had been there the night before. She tried to find some trace of him, something to tell her it wasn't a dream. She still felt sore from what they had done the night before. She laid her head back down and began to cry into the pillow, which still held his scent.
Nothing appeared to be wrong the first few days. She was working fine and nothing was out of order. It only lasted a week. She started sleeping less; one could rarely find her eating. She started to wear herself thin, coming to work earlier, leaving later. Heero's absence was taking its toll on her. It wasn't just that he was gone, he had been gone before, but this time he might not come back.
She started to feel different, not just tired and hungry from the lack of food and sleep, but she was feeling off. She stopped coming to work. She stayed at home and did her work from there. She started think she was ill. It wasn't till a month later that she realized her period was late.
Heero found himself on a battlefield in space. Fighting mobile dolls that never stopped coming. He had fired his maximum in shots from his buster rifles and was now taking them out by beam saber. If he fired one more shot from the rifles, it might destroy what was left of his Gundam and even kill him. He had no choice. He started flying back away from the dolls at top speed. He turned around and fired.
He woke with a start in the white room. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light.
"He's awake doctor." A nurse was standing over him with her hand on an intercom on the wall. He began to recall what happened. He fired the shot that could have killed him. Some how he survived. 'Relena'
She picked up the vid-phone and called her brother on mars. "Brother, I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything."
"I need to get away from this place."
"Heero? He left didn't he?" The tears started to come back.
"Yes. He did."
"What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to help me fake my death."
"Relena, why do you want this?"
"Milliardo, I can't live like this anymore, I need to be somewhere where I have people who care about me, not my political status."
"Alright, I'll make the arrangements."
Heero tried to get out of the bed, but his body didn't want to cooperate. From what the doctor had told him, he had three broken ribs, a fractured femur, second and third degree burns and various other injuries. By the time he could escape, he had been there over a month. He had only one thing on his mind. He had to get back to Relena.