"§ July 6, 195 AC §
§ I've been working really hard in the last four days, I didn't have time to write. Zita says we're just about ready. I'm really excited! Then when we are, the manager says to go ahead and tell him and everyone in the circus can watch for my first time in our show! We should be ready tomorrow to show them in the evening. Zita says she's positive and she told the manager, so he's going to close the evening show so that everyone can watch! He's going to tell the people today and tomorrow morning about it so that the people who work in the games and rides can watch too!
I asked Hilde if she was going to come and she said she'd love to and wouldn't miss it for the world! I'm so glad she's coming, and if we do good, Cathy is going to go ahead and call the others and when my brothers get here, I'll go ahead and do the show for them! I'm going to wait till they get here to do another show, I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Uh oh, Cathy says that in a little while, I have to go to bed because I need my energy for my own show tomorrow. I will, but I don't think I can sleep. She says that I can stay up and talk to Hilde, but in a little while I have to go to bed. She's going to sleep right now, Cathy is. She's really tired too. Cathy says she's really proud of me anyway, no matter how I do but she says that I'll be a natural star like Trowa. I hope so."
Heero looked up, finding Hilde absorbed in a large book that Cathy had let her borrow. Yawning, he looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00 pm.
Hilde caught his look and yawn out of the corner of her eye. "Tired Heero?"
Looking back at her with curiosity, he shook his head. "Not a lot, a little bit. What is that?"
"It's called Lions and Lace, it's a really good book so far. Done writing in your book already? I thought for sure that you were making a novel." Grinning, she marked her page and laughed as he grinned himself.
"Hu uh... it's a journal. Cathy says that I write what happened in it during the day and how I feel and what I do. Sometimes I forget and sometimes I'm too tired or sick, but I try and write a whole lot. It was a present from Miss Relena." Holding it up with pride after marking his page, he watched her eyes look at the journal in wonder.
"It's so pretty," was all she said, the leather-bound book covered with intricate designs, five animals to be exact. Each one of the pilots' names was embroidered into the cover, their gold, cursive letters perfect for each animal. "It is really pretty, and I'm sure Miss Relena knew what she was doing when she picked that out. I take it you like it?" Teasing, she laughed at his vigorous nods.
"I really like it a lot! I've written a lot of things down in here and it's lots of fun and keeps me so I'm not bored." Standing, he went to pull Faith back from the door, she was scratching and whining and it would wake up Cathy. His sister slept in her room, but on the floor while Sam slept on the bed. Hilde said she didn't mind sleeping on the floor in the living room with him. "Okay Faith, come here."
Hilde rose, walking to the two as she watched Heero chain the greyhound to the leash. "Care if I join you?"
"You can come, I don't like the smell of the big city but Faith has to go outside and sometimes you can see the stars. I saw one a couple of days ago and Cathy said I could make a wish and I did, but I can't tell yet." Opening the door after putting on his shoes, he walked into the surprisingly cold night air and listened to Hilde walk out too. Looking up, he found a small place where the smoky clouds didn't cover the stars. "You can see the stars there."
Following where he was pointing, she smiled. "You can, do you come out and watch the stars a lot with Cathy?" She sat upon the steps, watching Faith walk into the grass by the trailer and do her business.
"Sometimes, she's usually tired or I am or we both are. Being in the circus is a lot of hard work." Laughing when Faith caught sight of her ever-wagging tail and decided it was something trying to sneak up on her, she chased it, round and round in circles until she lost sight of it, walking around and stumbling from being dizzy. Heero only laughed more and Hilde did too.
"Sometimes, I wonder about her. Don't feel bad Faith, if I were you, I'd probably end up doing the same thing." Giggling, she hugged herself and watched the stars, listening to Heero come up beside her and sit on the stairs too. Sighing, she was actually surprised to see small wisps of her breath. "Do you know when your friends are coming back?" The question just popped into her mind and she couldn't help but blurt it out.
Looking at her, he shook his head. "They're not my friends."
Taken aback, Hilde stared at him. "What?"
Again, he repeated but went on this time. "They're not my friends. They're my brothers. Cathy and the others said that they would come back when they could, but they needed a good reason to come back this early and if I got my show ready with Zita, that they would come back right away for a little bit to watch it. If I do good tomorrow, Sis says that we can call and tell them we're ready." Smiling, he took in a deep breath and began to shiver.
Giggling softly, the young woman stood. "That's good, and I know you'll be perfect tomorrow. Here, it's getting late and you need your rest. That, and it's getting a little cold out here. Come on..." Helping him up, she frowned slightly when seeing the scars on his wrists but remembered what Cathrine had said happened and she understood.
Heero let her lead him in, taking the leash off of Faith and kicking off his shoes. Taking a seat on the couch, he looked about himself. His night shirt, one of the baggy ones Duo let him borrow, was on the back of the couch and he didn't really bother with it. But now, he wasn't that tired but didn't want to dress in front of Hilde. In Cathy's room, his sister and Sam were sleeping. The bathroom wasn't really big and it was hard to move around in. Grabbing the shirt, he averted his gaze. "Uh, Hilde... I don't wanna be mean... but.."
Catching his intentions quickly, she giggled. "I'll turn around Heero. Tell me when you're done." Turning her back to him and closing her eyes, she covered them with her hands to show Heero that she wasn't looking.
Changing quickly he took the pair of shorts too and changed into those. It wasn't really comfortable to sleep in jeans. "I'm done." Grinning, he began to lay down on the couch, still shivering as he stretched out on the cushions. Faith snuggled next to him as always and he let Hilde put the blanket warmly over his shoulders and tuck it in. "Goodnight Hilde."
Turning to her bed on the floor, the teen only laughed softly. "Goodnight Heero, sleep tight."
Laughing softly, he hadn't heard the last part before, he fell asleep with Faith kicking back and trying to force him against the back of the couch. § Heero moved unconsciously and turned onto his back, a soft groan escaping his throat as he dreamed on. Yet, things were different inside of the dream.
¤Heero awoke, finding that he was alone in a room, a menacing room. It was pitch black, the darkened void seeming to close in around him as the walls reverberated his every breath and heartbeat. Looking about in a panic, he only caught the glint of metal, both around his ankles and wrists. 'No, not this again. Please, someone help me!'
Yet no one heard his call, he could taste and feel the familiar, dirty rag shoved half-way down his throat. He could feel the spring mattress beneath him, the coils digging sharply into his back and tearing his skin.
The door opened before him, a large, built man standing in the light of the doorway, his silhouette stern and roguish. He had already started to strip away his clothing and the only feature the terrified, Japanese youth could see were his eyes, evil and gleaming with lust and want. Taking in his body and sizing him up, amuzement playing within them as he walked over to Heero.
Heero felt his heartbeat quicken, his heart pounding sharply against his ribs, his pulse rapid and far beyond a healthy rate. His breathing came in quick, ragged breaths as he struggled ferociously to break free of his restraints but to no avail. Closing his eyes, Heero felt the weight and body heat of the other man atop him, sliding into the bed along with him. 'Go away! Leave me alone! I don't want to feel this all over again! Where are the others?!' His eyes shot open wide then closed slightly as he felt himself scream against the cloth gags. The large, stiff, manhood of the other forcing its way ruthlessly into his body, his weight crushing Heero's lean form. And he felt the other man push harder and faster, thrusting himself into Heero as he sank between his thighs. 'Get out of my body!' But Heero was not made for this, he wasn't some woman for them to take advantage of! He wasn't just some whore! He could feel himself screaming again and again, each time the other man entering his body more and with a vicious cruelty. The man's palms kneed his shoulders, his fingers digging into Heero's muscles and seeming to crush the bones beneath them as he forced Heero down. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he could only feel the pain and scream, tears flowing from his eyes as the laughter of the other filled is ears. The youth's body was thrust about and forced to arch with the other man before he crushed him into the mattress again, the sharp coils digging into his skin and muscles. And still it continued, the other seeming to grow inside of Heero as he felt a searing pain rip throughout his entire body. Crying out, he clenched his fists and screamed, the pain, no--the ultimate hell and torment coursing through his veins. And still the other man pumped harder and fast, bringing Heero's body up and his back arching unnaturally as he was pulled against the handcuffs. The greedy hands traveled from his shoulders, down his sides and back, grabbing him and forcing him upward as the man entered and pulled from his body, forcing himself inside, further and further each time. Still he screamed, crying and praying for help as the other continued, forcing himself into Heero's body, grinding his smaller form further and further into the bed and forcing him to take it.¤
Bolting upright, Heero stared into the faces of Hilde and Cathy, both terrified and disturbed. Shaking violently, the youth could only shake his head from side to side with sad, tormented eyes and let his tears fall. Falling into Cathrine's embrace, he began to cry and shake harder, feeling the pain overwhelm his body again.
Cathy held her little brother, not needing to ask what his nightmare had just been about. Hilde had come to awaken her for she wasn't sure what to do with Heero as he began to groan softly, then she was up and out of her bed when she began to hear screaming. Most of the circus was probably up as well, but they didn't ever need to know what had happened to Heero and they could wonder for the rest of eternity. Holding him close and rubbing his back soothingly, she began to coo soft assurances to him. "It's okay Heero, it was a nightmare and nothing like that is ever going to happen. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Shh, it's okay. Go ahead and cry, it's okay to get scared. No one's going to hurt you and that happened in the past. We can't do anything about that but we don't ever have to let it happen again. Shhh, it's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay." Stroking his hair, she looked down and brushed away his bangs, tears still flowing from his eyes as they closed tightly, trying to block out the images.
Heero took in deep, calming breaths, yet it didn't help him much. Continuing to tremble, he cried softly as he opened his eyes. Yet Cathy's confidence and assurances and attempts to calm him were working. Taking in a deeper breath, he caught the faint scent of lilacs and wild roses on a warm spring day and released it, calming even more as he tried to steady his ragged breathing. "I saw it, it didn't happen before, but I've got another bad feeling Sis. A really bad feeling..." Gasping as he began to calm, he could feel her begin to rock them both and closed his eyes again, letting himself be drawn into her comfort. Faith sat at his side, whining softly on the floor.
Dropping her hand and reaching behind herself, Cathrine grabbed the quilt and pulled it around, wrapping it around Heero's shoulders before she continued to comfort him. Rubbing his back and cooing softly in his ear, she felt him begin to relax. "You may have had a bad feeling, little brother. But we'll never let that happen to you, never." Finally after about twenty minutes, the shaken boy laid down and let himself be covered, Cathy softly brushing away his stray tears with her fingers. "Don't think about it little brother, and it will not invade your dreams again. Think about your brothers coming home from the war, never having to leave again, but you can all be happy and a family." Humming softly as she watched Hilde enter her room to calm her friend, she let her voice build softly into words as she sang.
"Many nights we've prayed with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.
There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, you will when you believe.
In this time of fear, when prayer so often proved in vain, hope seemed like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. Yet now I'm standing here, with heart so full I can't explain, seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.
There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, you will when you believe.
Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Michamocha baelim Adonai. Michamocha ne dar ba ko desh. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Ashira, ashira, ashira."
Her voice began to quicken with spirit and freedom.
"Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Michamocha baelim Adonai. Michamocha ne dar ba ko desh. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Ashira, ashira, ashira. At this, her voice sped up with the lyrics from a slow and soothing speed to an energetic one, her words and the notes louder and with more confidence and love as Heero drifted back into sleep.
"There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, now you will. You will when you believe...."
Slowing and becoming softer, she faded away and turned to find that Hilde was watching her and smiling.
Hilde watched Cathy in amazement. Heero was so badly shaken just a few minutes ago and now he was sleeping. He didn't even want to *think* about sleep! Yet now, he rested peacefully, Cathrine's gentle but strong voice ringing between the walls of the trailer and echoing like a dove's song in her mind. She had a pretty voice, that was for sure. "That was beautiful Cathrine."
Smiling and rising, she blushed slightly. "It was nothing, but he sleeps now and he's going to need it. The faster my brother and his friends end this war, the better, for all of us." Glancing back at Heero, she decided to grab the blanket from her room and sit by his side.
Hilde watched her, returning to her bed on the floor and drifting tiredly into sleep herself. She only looked up to watch Cathrine settle down on the floor by Heero's side, pulling the blanket around her shoulders while Faith snuck under and kept warm. Then she fell asleep.
Cathy only stayed up for a few minutes more, the exhaustion finally catching up with her.
§ I've been working really hard in the last four days, I didn't have time to write. Zita says we're just about ready. I'm really excited! Then when we are, the manager says to go ahead and tell him and everyone in the circus can watch for my first time in our show! We should be ready tomorrow to show them in the evening. Zita says she's positive and she told the manager, so he's going to close the evening show so that everyone can watch! He's going to tell the people today and tomorrow morning about it so that the people who work in the games and rides can watch too!
I asked Hilde if she was going to come and she said she'd love to and wouldn't miss it for the world! I'm so glad she's coming, and if we do good, Cathy is going to go ahead and call the others and when my brothers get here, I'll go ahead and do the show for them! I'm going to wait till they get here to do another show, I don't want to ruin the surprise.
Uh oh, Cathy says that in a little while, I have to go to bed because I need my energy for my own show tomorrow. I will, but I don't think I can sleep. She says that I can stay up and talk to Hilde, but in a little while I have to go to bed. She's going to sleep right now, Cathy is. She's really tired too. Cathy says she's really proud of me anyway, no matter how I do but she says that I'll be a natural star like Trowa. I hope so."
Heero looked up, finding Hilde absorbed in a large book that Cathy had let her borrow. Yawning, he looked at the clock. It was almost 10:00 pm.
Hilde caught his look and yawn out of the corner of her eye. "Tired Heero?"
Looking back at her with curiosity, he shook his head. "Not a lot, a little bit. What is that?"
"It's called Lions and Lace, it's a really good book so far. Done writing in your book already? I thought for sure that you were making a novel." Grinning, she marked her page and laughed as he grinned himself.
"Hu uh... it's a journal. Cathy says that I write what happened in it during the day and how I feel and what I do. Sometimes I forget and sometimes I'm too tired or sick, but I try and write a whole lot. It was a present from Miss Relena." Holding it up with pride after marking his page, he watched her eyes look at the journal in wonder.
"It's so pretty," was all she said, the leather-bound book covered with intricate designs, five animals to be exact. Each one of the pilots' names was embroidered into the cover, their gold, cursive letters perfect for each animal. "It is really pretty, and I'm sure Miss Relena knew what she was doing when she picked that out. I take it you like it?" Teasing, she laughed at his vigorous nods.
"I really like it a lot! I've written a lot of things down in here and it's lots of fun and keeps me so I'm not bored." Standing, he went to pull Faith back from the door, she was scratching and whining and it would wake up Cathy. His sister slept in her room, but on the floor while Sam slept on the bed. Hilde said she didn't mind sleeping on the floor in the living room with him. "Okay Faith, come here."
Hilde rose, walking to the two as she watched Heero chain the greyhound to the leash. "Care if I join you?"
"You can come, I don't like the smell of the big city but Faith has to go outside and sometimes you can see the stars. I saw one a couple of days ago and Cathy said I could make a wish and I did, but I can't tell yet." Opening the door after putting on his shoes, he walked into the surprisingly cold night air and listened to Hilde walk out too. Looking up, he found a small place where the smoky clouds didn't cover the stars. "You can see the stars there."
Following where he was pointing, she smiled. "You can, do you come out and watch the stars a lot with Cathy?" She sat upon the steps, watching Faith walk into the grass by the trailer and do her business.
"Sometimes, she's usually tired or I am or we both are. Being in the circus is a lot of hard work." Laughing when Faith caught sight of her ever-wagging tail and decided it was something trying to sneak up on her, she chased it, round and round in circles until she lost sight of it, walking around and stumbling from being dizzy. Heero only laughed more and Hilde did too.
"Sometimes, I wonder about her. Don't feel bad Faith, if I were you, I'd probably end up doing the same thing." Giggling, she hugged herself and watched the stars, listening to Heero come up beside her and sit on the stairs too. Sighing, she was actually surprised to see small wisps of her breath. "Do you know when your friends are coming back?" The question just popped into her mind and she couldn't help but blurt it out.
Looking at her, he shook his head. "They're not my friends."
Taken aback, Hilde stared at him. "What?"
Again, he repeated but went on this time. "They're not my friends. They're my brothers. Cathy and the others said that they would come back when they could, but they needed a good reason to come back this early and if I got my show ready with Zita, that they would come back right away for a little bit to watch it. If I do good tomorrow, Sis says that we can call and tell them we're ready." Smiling, he took in a deep breath and began to shiver.
Giggling softly, the young woman stood. "That's good, and I know you'll be perfect tomorrow. Here, it's getting late and you need your rest. That, and it's getting a little cold out here. Come on..." Helping him up, she frowned slightly when seeing the scars on his wrists but remembered what Cathrine had said happened and she understood.
Heero let her lead him in, taking the leash off of Faith and kicking off his shoes. Taking a seat on the couch, he looked about himself. His night shirt, one of the baggy ones Duo let him borrow, was on the back of the couch and he didn't really bother with it. But now, he wasn't that tired but didn't want to dress in front of Hilde. In Cathy's room, his sister and Sam were sleeping. The bathroom wasn't really big and it was hard to move around in. Grabbing the shirt, he averted his gaze. "Uh, Hilde... I don't wanna be mean... but.."
Catching his intentions quickly, she giggled. "I'll turn around Heero. Tell me when you're done." Turning her back to him and closing her eyes, she covered them with her hands to show Heero that she wasn't looking.
Changing quickly he took the pair of shorts too and changed into those. It wasn't really comfortable to sleep in jeans. "I'm done." Grinning, he began to lay down on the couch, still shivering as he stretched out on the cushions. Faith snuggled next to him as always and he let Hilde put the blanket warmly over his shoulders and tuck it in. "Goodnight Hilde."
Turning to her bed on the floor, the teen only laughed softly. "Goodnight Heero, sleep tight."
Laughing softly, he hadn't heard the last part before, he fell asleep with Faith kicking back and trying to force him against the back of the couch. § Heero moved unconsciously and turned onto his back, a soft groan escaping his throat as he dreamed on. Yet, things were different inside of the dream.
¤Heero awoke, finding that he was alone in a room, a menacing room. It was pitch black, the darkened void seeming to close in around him as the walls reverberated his every breath and heartbeat. Looking about in a panic, he only caught the glint of metal, both around his ankles and wrists. 'No, not this again. Please, someone help me!'
Yet no one heard his call, he could taste and feel the familiar, dirty rag shoved half-way down his throat. He could feel the spring mattress beneath him, the coils digging sharply into his back and tearing his skin.
The door opened before him, a large, built man standing in the light of the doorway, his silhouette stern and roguish. He had already started to strip away his clothing and the only feature the terrified, Japanese youth could see were his eyes, evil and gleaming with lust and want. Taking in his body and sizing him up, amuzement playing within them as he walked over to Heero.
Heero felt his heartbeat quicken, his heart pounding sharply against his ribs, his pulse rapid and far beyond a healthy rate. His breathing came in quick, ragged breaths as he struggled ferociously to break free of his restraints but to no avail. Closing his eyes, Heero felt the weight and body heat of the other man atop him, sliding into the bed along with him. 'Go away! Leave me alone! I don't want to feel this all over again! Where are the others?!' His eyes shot open wide then closed slightly as he felt himself scream against the cloth gags. The large, stiff, manhood of the other forcing its way ruthlessly into his body, his weight crushing Heero's lean form. And he felt the other man push harder and faster, thrusting himself into Heero as he sank between his thighs. 'Get out of my body!' But Heero was not made for this, he wasn't some woman for them to take advantage of! He wasn't just some whore! He could feel himself screaming again and again, each time the other man entering his body more and with a vicious cruelty. The man's palms kneed his shoulders, his fingers digging into Heero's muscles and seeming to crush the bones beneath them as he forced Heero down. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, he could only feel the pain and scream, tears flowing from his eyes as the laughter of the other filled is ears. The youth's body was thrust about and forced to arch with the other man before he crushed him into the mattress again, the sharp coils digging into his skin and muscles. And still it continued, the other seeming to grow inside of Heero as he felt a searing pain rip throughout his entire body. Crying out, he clenched his fists and screamed, the pain, no--the ultimate hell and torment coursing through his veins. And still the other man pumped harder and fast, bringing Heero's body up and his back arching unnaturally as he was pulled against the handcuffs. The greedy hands traveled from his shoulders, down his sides and back, grabbing him and forcing him upward as the man entered and pulled from his body, forcing himself inside, further and further each time. Still he screamed, crying and praying for help as the other continued, forcing himself into Heero's body, grinding his smaller form further and further into the bed and forcing him to take it.¤
Bolting upright, Heero stared into the faces of Hilde and Cathy, both terrified and disturbed. Shaking violently, the youth could only shake his head from side to side with sad, tormented eyes and let his tears fall. Falling into Cathrine's embrace, he began to cry and shake harder, feeling the pain overwhelm his body again.
Cathy held her little brother, not needing to ask what his nightmare had just been about. Hilde had come to awaken her for she wasn't sure what to do with Heero as he began to groan softly, then she was up and out of her bed when she began to hear screaming. Most of the circus was probably up as well, but they didn't ever need to know what had happened to Heero and they could wonder for the rest of eternity. Holding him close and rubbing his back soothingly, she began to coo soft assurances to him. "It's okay Heero, it was a nightmare and nothing like that is ever going to happen. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Shh, it's okay. Go ahead and cry, it's okay to get scared. No one's going to hurt you and that happened in the past. We can't do anything about that but we don't ever have to let it happen again. Shhh, it's going to be okay, everything's going to be okay." Stroking his hair, she looked down and brushed away his bangs, tears still flowing from his eyes as they closed tightly, trying to block out the images.
Heero took in deep, calming breaths, yet it didn't help him much. Continuing to tremble, he cried softly as he opened his eyes. Yet Cathy's confidence and assurances and attempts to calm him were working. Taking in a deeper breath, he caught the faint scent of lilacs and wild roses on a warm spring day and released it, calming even more as he tried to steady his ragged breathing. "I saw it, it didn't happen before, but I've got another bad feeling Sis. A really bad feeling..." Gasping as he began to calm, he could feel her begin to rock them both and closed his eyes again, letting himself be drawn into her comfort. Faith sat at his side, whining softly on the floor.
Dropping her hand and reaching behind herself, Cathrine grabbed the quilt and pulled it around, wrapping it around Heero's shoulders before she continued to comfort him. Rubbing his back and cooing softly in his ear, she felt him begin to relax. "You may have had a bad feeling, little brother. But we'll never let that happen to you, never." Finally after about twenty minutes, the shaken boy laid down and let himself be covered, Cathy softly brushing away his stray tears with her fingers. "Don't think about it little brother, and it will not invade your dreams again. Think about your brothers coming home from the war, never having to leave again, but you can all be happy and a family." Humming softly as she watched Hilde enter her room to calm her friend, she let her voice build softly into words as she sang.
"Many nights we've prayed with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.
There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, you will when you believe.
In this time of fear, when prayer so often proved in vain, hope seemed like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away. Yet now I'm standing here, with heart so full I can't explain, seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I'd say.
There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, you will when you believe.
Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Michamocha baelim Adonai. Michamocha ne dar ba ko desh. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Ashira, ashira, ashira."
Her voice began to quicken with spirit and freedom.
"Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Ashira I' Adonai ki gaoh gaah. Michamocha baelim Adonai. Michamocha ne dar ba ko desh. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Nachitah v'chasd'cha am zu gaalta. Ashira, ashira, ashira. At this, her voice sped up with the lyrics from a slow and soothing speed to an energetic one, her words and the notes louder and with more confidence and love as Heero drifted back into sleep.
"There can be miracles when you believe. Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will, now you will. You will when you believe...."
Slowing and becoming softer, she faded away and turned to find that Hilde was watching her and smiling.
Hilde watched Cathy in amazement. Heero was so badly shaken just a few minutes ago and now he was sleeping. He didn't even want to *think* about sleep! Yet now, he rested peacefully, Cathrine's gentle but strong voice ringing between the walls of the trailer and echoing like a dove's song in her mind. She had a pretty voice, that was for sure. "That was beautiful Cathrine."
Smiling and rising, she blushed slightly. "It was nothing, but he sleeps now and he's going to need it. The faster my brother and his friends end this war, the better, for all of us." Glancing back at Heero, she decided to grab the blanket from her room and sit by his side.
Hilde watched her, returning to her bed on the floor and drifting tiredly into sleep herself. She only looked up to watch Cathrine settle down on the floor by Heero's side, pulling the blanket around her shoulders while Faith snuck under and kept warm. Then she fell asleep.
Cathy only stayed up for a few minutes more, the exhaustion finally catching up with her.