A/n: Konnichi wa minna! Thank you for waiting for this chapter. It's taken a while since my last chapter, so here's the next. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I only own my characters that came from my imagination. Midii does not count as one of them, since she is a part of Zero.

Chapter IV: The Unexpected Happens

It was like being in a doghouse. Reminding one of a dreary, closed room, the cell dripped water and smelled of sewage. The walls were dewed with a fine silver mist; the sweat of someone who is being tried for murder, yet pleads innocent, that blooms upon the upper lip and brow.

Midii closed her eyes and kept her mind blank as the guards beat on her. After a few days, she began to feel the pains of hunger. When her daily meal slid through a slot under the cell door, she pounced on it like a rabid animal.

Still, after being beaten and starved, she would not tell of her mission to anyone. No one came to visit her, simply because she had no friends. There were moments right before she drifted to sleep, however, when she felt eyes looking on her. Once she saw them, for only a split-second, their violet depths coxed her to sleep.

The only thing left to do was wait. Fortunately, that was one thing she was extremely good at.

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"I heard they threw the new girl in the cage last night." Wufei sipped on his tea and looked at Trowa, who was staring at his muffin. "She's been hiding information from OZ."

"That's nice," Trowa said quietly. After a few moments of thinking he added, "If she really did do what you say, then she should be in the dungeon, not the cage, correct?"

Wufei's eyes narrowed. What was it about Trowa's words that affected him the most? Was his friend questioning him? Why?

Trowa remained silent. One emerald green eye stayed fixed on the Chinese man, suspicion rising in his mind.

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Hugo, send a message to Duo Maxwell. Include the information we collected on X18-999, also filing my execution date. Tell him I won't be able to make the annual Sweeper Ball.

*Yes, Miss. Is there anyone else to contact?*

Midii sat on the cold, damp floor, thinking. She came across one person in particular: a person who adored her and took are of her emotionally and physically at the snap of her fingers.

She owed her life to him.

Yes. She paused, holding her breath as a rat passed her by, darting beside her bare foot. Send a letter to Quatre Raberba Winner. Tell him…

*How about you tell me what you want written, Miss Midii?*

Sure. "Thank you for everything. When you go to my house, reach inside the stuffed cat's mouth - the one you thought was real - and the key will be there. You can give all the files in my study to Duo Maxwell. Maybe he will someday give them to the head of the department. A long pause settled over the cell as Midii sat and thought. Hugo did not interuppt her.

Soon she started again. "Tell Trowa that I loved him, even if he never returned the feeling. Thank you for watching over him during the wars for me, even when you were ridiculed for it. Please, above all else, help him stay true to himself. You are held in a special place in my heart, Quatre. I love you in my own way, one that will not die with me."

A solitary tear ran down her pale cheek before coughing erupted and echoed off the damp stone walls, combining soon afterwards with heart-wrenched sobs.

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A week later, Midii lie in the corner of her cell, her body thin and frail. She was being starved and tortured night and day, and soon she would break down. Her eyes were closed, but soon fluttered open. She was startled awake by the sound of distant chatter, which was almost nil usually in the dungeon.

Her breath caught as she looked up to see a dark figure leaned against the door of her cell.

The voice in her head told her to demand an explanation, but her voice couldn't comply. Something was unusual with this person and why they were in her cell.

A man's comic-laced voice asked her suspicions. "Hey there, kid."

"Linnaeus?" she asked, her voice trembling and soft.

"Stop talking like that or you'll hurt yourself further." After a few beats had passed, the man cleared his throat. Should he have told her he wasn't who she thought he was? Yes, he would.

He walked in front of the small sliver of light coming from the tiny window in the door, slowly making his way towards Midii.

"It's okay," he cooed as she started to shiver and crawl away from him, hitting her back against the cool stone. "My name is Duo Maxwell, ex-sweeper.

"Consider me the answer to your prayers."

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