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Authors note: Chapter 11! Yay! This is Areia's POV and it gets . . . depressing . . . I won't reveal the ending though . . . I think that actually, this fic is coming to a close ::sniffles:: Also . . . gets a little crude and blunt (sexually wise) soooo . . . don't mind me!

Wait and See.

By Bubblegum Thai.

Chapter 11; Fragile.

I hate my job.

I really do.

I mean . . . so what if I get to hang out with all my friends at the office . . . and get to sneak off to the supplies cupboard now and then for a sneaky lil bit of you know what with my man! It just . . . sucks some major goat!

I mean . . . Trowa went through ALL that effort to make our evening and day off together really special . . . I bet that there was going to be fucking involved . . . dude . . . that's SO unfair! Why's Une have to lay this on me? It's just NOT fair! I didn't ask to be put with Heero on the mission. Why couldn't Duo have gone?

I'll tell you why, because Duo has a nasty habit of being hyper-active at times. She knows that I'm stable enough to stop Heero from doing something stupid as well as being able to somewhat reason with these terrorists.

Yes. That's right. Terrorists. Heero and I were told to tell our loved ones that there was a possibility that we may not come home . . . alive . . . but, I didn't have the heart to tell Trowa. I mean . . . I knew from the very beginning, as soon as she said it, that I wasn't going to tell Trowa. I refuse to hurt him unless it's inevitable.

I know he's upset. I hope he gets over it in time. Its 3:30am . . . I wonder if it's worth calling him, although, he's probably asleep. I don't want to wake him.

Perhaps I'll call in the morning, if I can . . . will I get breakfast?

I wish he was here right now. Words cannot describe how much I miss him already!

Well . . . I guess that it's time to turn in. Staring at the same blank spot on the wall for hours on end will most definitely not get me anywhere . . . and then I'll not only look terrible tomorrow . . . but I'll be completely knackered.

- - -

I'm sitting in a quiet little café someplace on this intolerable colony. Opposite Heero. He's pretending to read the paper while I'm pretending to be enjoying the glass of orange squash in front of me.

I hate orange squash.

It's sickening . . . it really is . . . as employees of a 'quality' food . . . uh . . . place . . . they should know the difference between orange juice and orange squash, god damn it!

Anyway . . . now that I've had a few minutes to . . . calm myself, I look around casually. Heero doesn't seem too worried, but then again, he doesn't have anyone to go home to like I do . . . or does he?

"Heero?" I ask, trying to sound casual. I fail, nerves shaking my voice, no one asks the 'perfect soldier' personal questions, it just isn't done!

"Yes?"

"So, uh, what's the situation between you and Quatre?"

He lowered his paper, looking at me with a puzzled look on his features,

"Quatre and myself?"

"Yes."

He paused, taking a breath,

"I honestly don't think that it's any of your business, what do YOU think?"

"It was just a question . . . I didn't mean . . ."

He snorted, a smile tugging at his lips,

"Areia. I do not pry into your life. One, because it's none of my business and two, because I simply do not care!"

I tightened my fist in my napkin, Heero had always been rude to me, not as rue as Wufei had been, but still . . . Heero and . . . we rarely get on. I don't understand why Une put us together on this mission! I guess because Quatre RARELY goes in missions, Wufei and Sally are still away, I'm not allowed to missions with Trowa or Duo because they're considered a distraction to me. If only Une knew just how much tension there was between Heero and I since the end of the Mareimeia incident. I think I'd probably be stuck at a desk for the rest of my years with a sign saying 'does not play well with others' . . . I sigh . . . turning my face away as Heero returns to his newspaper.

Did I mention that it was raining? I forgot . . . since when does it rain on colonies?

Hang on . . . something's up here . . .

FIRE!

- - -

Phew.

What a day.

The terrorists that I mentioned earlier set lots of mini fires around the colony. Heero and I had to deal with the chaos that ensued!

I don't want to do this anymore.

I want to go home.

Jesus! How whiney do I sound? Just like a little kid, stamping her foot and demanding to go home or she'll throw a temper tantrum!

I'm pathetic . . .

- - -

Right now. We're outside an abandoned hospital . . . they're inside . . . we have to . . . coax them out!

Who assigned me this? I don't know how to deal with maniacs!

I mean . . . fair enough . . . be two best friends are a guy, who, in his youth ran around screaming that he was the god of death and, my current partner who seems to have some kind of psychotic clown vibe going on! Either way! I'M NOT CUT OUT TO BE DEALING WITH MANIACS! I mean . . . I'm working with one after all! Heero Yuy . . . not a great guy to work with . . . you would've thought that they'd send him away to live on a farm or something!

I sigh, tilting my head back . . . that dank feeling after a dampened fire . . . it lingers throughout the colony . . . I think that they evacuated some people . . . however . . . we're still here! These freaks have taken over some building . . . wait . . . looks like Heero's calling me over.

HE WANTS US TO GO IN?

IS HE INSANE?

Actually . . . stupid question . . . how many times did he blow himself up as a child?

HE IS INSANE! He wants me to cover him! Ugh! Fine!

I agree and we slink along the outer wall, ducking into the lower level, which is in fact a car park. He starts randomly shooting and I fire one or two at slithers of shadow that move aster than lightening before they dis . . . ARGH!

DAMN! My arm! I drop my gun, but remain standing, leaning slightly against a pillar. I have to move! I'm a direct target!

OH MY GOD! Another bullet grazes my ribs . . . I sink to my knees, that pain is unbearable. I can feel blood seeping into the cloth of the EVIL preventer's uniform. You'd expect me to cry right now, right? Wrong! I try not to cry . . . although . . . my eyes are going blurry . . . I must be crying . . . this pain . . . it's . . . unbearable! I just can't . . . I can't stand it!

Darkness is seeping into my vision and I feel my head smack against the cold floor . . . I can feel everything drag away from me, I'm cold . . . I shiver and I reach for my gun as I can hear Heero is still shooting. I'm unprotected . . . I . . . I . . . someone's above me . . . a gun is aimed somewhere in the direction of my left temple . . . if only I could . . .

- - - To be continued . . .

Muhahahahahaha! A nice cliffy for you! I hope you like!