Disclamimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon.

This is for those who read my past story, Ami's Escapade, and wanted a Qautre/Ami pairing instead of a Heero/Ami pairing.

I hope you enjoy and that this story is as good as my last was, hopefully my writing style has improved since this is my second story.

Chapter 1
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Summer. The word seemed to slip off her toungue so much easier than Winter, Spring, or Autumn did.

A nice break from school, she supposed. Not that she didn't like school. Ami Mizuno loved to learn. She hoped to be a doctor someday, and studied very hard to earn this. She had even had the opportunity to go to germany a couple of years ago to study to be a doctor, but couldn't bare leaving her friends. She imagined, however, that Usagi Tskino(sp?) would be at home dancing, happy to be freed from school.

Not that Ami minded a break. They had just fought there toughest enemy yet, Galaxia. They were ready for some peace, and most importantly, Ami was ready for a break from fighting.

She walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the sunny day and enetered the down town area. After a minute, she came across the arcade, and went inside.

She went to the back where they had tables to sit at. Her friends waved her over. There sat Rei Hino, Makoto Kino, & Minako Aino.

"Usagi's not her yet," she commented, taking a seat.

The heard a crash.

"Odango is here," Rei said with a sigh, as Usagi walked up to the table, spagetti in her hair and a comical grin her face.

Motoki, owner of the arcade stood next to his sister and the other poor waiter who was also covered in spagetti.

"Gomen, I'm sorry! I really didn't mean it!" Usagi said bowing over and over in a rush.

The waiter seemed used to Usagi's clumsiness, and just shook her head and started to get up, saying she needed a break.

Usagi sat down in their booth.

They ordered milk shakes and Mamoru arrived.

"Mamo-chan," Usagi said happily.

"Hi Usako," he greeted, sitting down.

They talked for a while before Usagi said she had to leave. They all departed silently. Before Ami went home she took a stroll in the park.

She spotted a bench. There was a woman sitting on a bench wearing a big sun hat and reading glasses, which covered most of her face.

She was reading the newspaper.

"May I join you mis," Ami asked.

The woman nodded.

Ami sat down and pulled out a thick novel. After a minute of reading a familiar voice said," nice weather were having, eh Mercury?"

Ami dropped her book in surprise and turned to look at the woman next to her. She had remnoved her large glasses, making her face visible and took off her sun hat, letting her long hair fall out.

Ami laughed.

"Setsuna! Why are you dressed up like that!"

Setsuna smiled, setting the newspaper down next to her on the bench.

"Just thought it would be fun to scare you. Life in the time gates does get boring, but that's not why i'm here," she said, standing up.

"You see, there are several different demensions, not just this one. I watch over the time streams of all of them, not just this demensions. One of the demensions I watch over, was filled with war. The Eve wars. But the war has ended now, and it is peaceful. Or it would be, if it weren't for one of your mortal enemies from the silver millenium. I can't give you her name, but she hated you all the time you lived on Mercury. She was re-incarnated with all of you, in that demension, having earlier made a deal with Beryl and gaining her dark powers. She has several followers.

She met a rich young man, Quatre Raberna Winner. He is trusting. Her followers will soon take over his estate. She will use it as her base, in her search to track down Sailor Mercury. She wants you dead, and I fear the lives of many who get in her way. You are the only one who can stop her. She is insane, and reasoning from anyone but you won't work. You must get to know Mr. Winner, live in his estate. Ask questions, but don't be obvious. Don't let any of his enemies or him know your identity. He has friends, that will be cautious and protective. They are also dangerous. The scary thing is, her followers will take on several forms. Servents, maybe. You have to be very careful," she cautioned.

"Why would anyone hate me so badly," Ami asked.

"You have to find that out on your own as well," Setsuna said.

"I'm guessing that means my Summer Vacation isn't going to be as relaxing as I planned," Ami said.

"Sorry Ami. You have to leave in an hour. Please go pack a bag with everything you'll need. Your identity will be created for you. Instead of Ami Mizuno, your name will be Ami Anderson. That's the last name of one of Quatre's fathers closest friends. You are his daughter. Actually, Quatre has never met you, and he thinks you are the last born child of the man, that his father never told him about. Since the man died in the war, there is no one who can say you are not her- for now."

Ami nodded. She left to pack a suitcase.

Setsuna arrived at her home an hour later. Good thing her mom would be away the whole summer in Germany on a medical conference.

Setsuna arrived her at her apartment. She opened a portal.

"Step through. Now, before you do this, I'll warn you. When you step through, you'll find yourself sitting. In the back of a limo. Alone, afcourse. The driver will have believed he picked you up from the airport, and you'll be dropped off at the house, understood?"

"Yes, bye setsuna," Ami said.

"Bye Ami, Good luck," she said, closing the portal as Ami stepped through.

Ami did find herself sitting in the back of a limo. A very fancy limo. Maybe this wasn't that bad?

The limo arrived at the house- or rather mansion. The driver automatically jumped out of the front and opened the door for her.

She thanked him and stepped out of the limo. She found him walking ahead of her already having taken her luggage with him.

"That's not necessary," she told him, not used to this treatment. She removed her back pack from his load, so he only had her suit case. She looked down at her self as they walked up the path, hoping she would make a good inpression. She was wearing a long light blue skirt with a slit from the knee down and a white tanktop.

The driver gave her a friendly smile. He was quite old.

"Thankyou Miss, you are very kind," he said, walking over to the door.

She ran the doorbell, and a servent opened the door.

"Miss Anderson, please come in," he said, ushering for her to enter.

A hansome blond haired man around her age with bright blue eyes aproached her.

"Miss Ami? Hello, my name is Quatre. I am happy you are staying with me for a while, I know our fathers were very good friends," he said giving her a smile and shaking her hand.

As soon as Quatre had seen her step through the door, a smile had come to his face. She was very pretty, with her short blue hair and deep blue eyes.

"Thankyou for having me Mr. Winner," Ami replied offering a friendly smile and trying to push the guilt of tricking him to the back of her mind.

"So this is the weak onna you were telling me about," Wufei said, aproaching from behind Quatre.

"She's a babe," another one with a long braid said.

Duo, Heero, and Trowa also stepped forewards.

"Excuse him please Miss Ami. This is Wufei Chang, also these are Heero Yui, Duo Maxwell, and Trowa Barton. They are my closest friends," he said, pointing to each one as he spoke.

The one named Duo stepped forward and took Ami's hand.

"What's up beautiful," he said, taking Ami's hand and bending down to kiss it. He got close, but Ami sure wasn't going to let him get farther than that. She pulled her hand away, and had trouble keeping the distaste out of her voice when she responded.

"Pleasure meeting you Mr. Maxwell."

Quatre decided to stop while Duo was ahead, and although to the average person it may not have seemed like Duo was ahead, he really was.

"I am sure your jet lagged. Let's take your things up to your room," he suggested.

The driver again picked up her suit case and Ami carried her bag up following Quatre.

When he opened the door to her room, Ami tryed very hard to stop her jaw from dropping.

The room was 3 times the size of her living room.

"I hope this meets your approval. We will be eating breakfast at 9:00 tomorrow," he said, offering a smile and walking away.

Ami layed down on top of the bed and sighed. With those friends of his, this would be complicated.