The Past Cure

Author's note: Sorry it took so long to update. I've been busy, plus hardly anybody reviewed. *pouts* Anyways, here is the next part, enjoy, and if it isn't too much to ask, please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.

Part Three: I Can't Remember.

Heero felt his nervousness rise inside of him as he slowly made his way to the private waiting room that the Preventers had retreated into. He knew that they were going to want answers about Midii, but he wasn't willing to give them. Six eyes shot up as the door swung open. "Explain yourself Preventer Yuy," Lady Une demanded as the tall pilot swallowed his emotions and glared at the head of the Preventer's organization.

"I never explain myself," Heero said emphasizing each word, then stopped and scanned the room real quickly. "Where are Quatra and Sally?" Heero asked Lady Une, trying to change the subject.

"Sally is giving Quatra his test now," Lady Une said softly as Heero raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" he questioned softly as Wufei huffed.

"Because he couldn't handle the current situation," Wufei said gesturing toward Trowa. Heero nodded in understanding. The Arabic boy had never seen the effects that Trowa's amnesia had on him, and was probably feeling guilty for causing his fellow pilot so much pain. Heero stood thoughtfully for a second before he began to study the other occupants in the room. He had to be careful with what he was going to do next, and needed to know exactly how everyone would react.

Wufei was leaning against the wall with a disgusted look on his face. He was showing his distaste for the whole situation by making low threatening growls. Not wanting to show his own disgust at the China man's attitude, Heero slowly shifted his dark blue eyes over to the other occupants. Duo and Hilde had clearly lost interest in the situation, and were flirting with each other, even though Heero felt sure that Duo thought that they were being sneaky about it. "Fools," Heero mumbled under his breath rolling his eyes till his gaze fell on Relena. Heero felt sudden guilt wash over him as he watched as Relena pulled her knees up against her chest, and softly sobbed into her folded arms. Not wishing to watch the girl's pain anymore, Heero continued his assessing. Lady Une was still fuming, but he brushed it off as his interest fell on the last two occupants. Catherine was holding a trembling Trowa, and was whispering comforting words into his ears, while she stared up at Heero accusingly. "Barton, do you know who that girl is?" Heero demanded feeling Catherine's glare hardening.

"I…I…I don't know," Trowa mumbled shaking even more violently. Catherine shot Heero another dirty look before she pulled Trowa closer to her, and rubbed his back comfortingly. Wufei snorted with disgust, getting an even colder glare from Catherine as her head snapped up and focused on the Chinese man.

"Her name is Midii, you know her from you childhood," Heero said refusing to stop until he got the answers he was seeking. Trowa shook even more as small painful gasps escaped his quivering form.

"Stop it!" Catherine demanded desperately as her brilliant crystal blue eyes began to shine with the tears she was desperately trying to hold back.

"Preventer Yuy, what are you trying to accomplish?" Lady Une said sternly, but Heero could detect the small hint of interest behind the authority, "Who was that girl?"

Heero looked over at her real briefly before replying, "She is a student of Relena's, and she was the best friend of Holy Rean. But that is not the point," Heero explained, his concentration once again falling on Trowa. "The Rean disease is said to prevent healing, and with all of the battle wounds all of us have gained through battle, I found it hard to believe one of us Gundam Pilots was infected with the disease. But then I began thinking about what Holy Rean's immune system, and repair system was like, and I think that the disease still allowed for the body to heal to some degree. If it didn't, then Holy Rean would have gotten deathly ill after she was infected, and died from the simplest of bacteria. So I began wondering which one of us has an injury that never healed completely. I was drawing a blank until now," Heero said as Trowa's head rouse till his emerald green eyes met his dark blue. Understanding washed over the green eyes, before the emotion was pushed away, and Heero was forced to stare into Trowa's empty eyes.

"You think that I have the disease," Trowa stated pushing himself out of Catherine's embrace, and standing up on shaky feet.

"Yes," Heero said plainly.

"Just because I can't remember one person doesn't mean anything," Trowa pointed out as Heero shot him a challenging look.

"If you can't remember one thing, it makes me wonder what other things you may have forgotten. Things like being captured, and used as a lab rat. That is something that would be pretty hard to forget, but with your amnesia, you could have easily forgotten it, even when you thought that you were cured," Heero pointed out trying to hold back a triumphant smile. Trowa gazed at him thoughtfully for a second before he pushed his way past Heero, and strolled toward the exit.

"Where do you think you are going?" Lady Une demanded as Catherine quickly ran to catch up.

"I'm going back to the circus. I have a performance tonight," Trowa stated slamming the door shut behind him after Catherine had caught up to him.

"Mr. Barton!" Lady Une yelled, but was too late to stop the young pilot. Heero watched Trowa's and Catherine's retreating forms, as they slowly blended into the crowd on the street. He really didn't want to be in the Hospital right now, but unlike Trowa, he still had to have his tests, even if he had no doubt in his mind that Trowa was the one infected.

TBC.

Author's note: Sorry that this chapter was so short and boring, but it necessary. I will post the next chapter maybe by next week. Sooner if I get five good reviews, and trust me it will be worth it, the next chapter is so much more exciting. Five reviews, that is all, or I work on my other fics instead.