If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up. He never told anyone about the odd sensations he would sometimes get in Sandrock. He figured others would pass it off as teen hormones combined with battle adrenaline. He knew differently. The sensation was sweet, and loving, and made him feel totally accepted. All the sweet sensations he never thought he'd feel again were filling his mind.
He could feel his mind capture the blissful wisps of feeling and hold them tight. The lust he was barely controlling before was now in complete control of him. He wanted to bury into her body and mind right then and there. Only the knowledge that he was still in a room full of people was stopping him. He was actually shaking from the effort to not claim her.
The pair made quite a tableau for the other people in the room. Everyone there knew of Quatre's strong attachment to his gundam. Although it was common for soldiers to personify their weapons, Quatre was always one step away from psychiatric evaluation. The significance of having that personality turn out to be a living, breathing, very attractive woman was not lost on the others in the room.
Trying to stop his best friend from doing something rash Trowa spoke. "Is that how you helped us? By becoming the identities of our gundams?" Quatre had yet to let go of Anna. Not good.
Seeing Anna was just as captive to her emotions as Quatre, Shelby answered. "Sometimes. If that was what you needed. We would give you emotional back up if you started to doubt yourselves. But most times it was just that extra instinct that let you know which opponent to attack first when you were surrounded by dozens."
"Somehow I find it hard to picture you as Nataku. And I didn't need your back up emotional or otherwise." Insisted Wufei.
"No you're right. You were the most self sufficient, and the least reckless." She replied inwardly smiling when she felt Wufei's own mental gloating. No man was above a little ego stroking.
Heero thought back to all the moments in the war where he had narrowly escaped death. There were many of them. Did these women help him during all of them? He was about to ask this when his mind thought of another question.
"What about the disaster at the New Edwards base? Why didn't you stop it? If your telepaths, why didn't you see the deception we all fell for and stop us?"
That question broke into the private moment of the standing couple. Blushing, they quickly separated.
"At the time, we were focused solely on you." Anna was answering and looking directly at Heero. She couldn't chance to look at Quatre for risk of becoming enthralled with him again. "I was still new to my psychic ability. I knew what we wanted could be achieved if you stayed alive. It didn't occur to me to pay attention to anything else. I carry as much guilt for that day as you. Probably more."
"Sandrock…" said Quatre gently trying to soothe her pain. Although she wouldn't look at him, he did see her eyes widen at the nickname.
"So that tells us what you did during the war. What have you been doing since then?" Asked Relena. Although she understood the reason, it still bothered her that Sam Fox who she thought of as a friend was lying to her.
"We went to school and took full advantage of our enhanced brains. We slipped into accelerated programs, and long distance ones to avoid too much notice. Even our education is slightly skewed towards understanding our psionic abilities. Shelby has degrees in physics, law and business. I have a PhD in psychology, as well as degrees in biochemistry, and philosophy. I work at the psychiatric hospital just outside of town. I use the name Dr. Ann Winters."
"Are there any more surprises you have for us? Or is that it?" Heero asked not bothering to hide his irritation or his desire to leave.
Anna nodded "You now know everything. Well there is one secret I kept, but it's a private matter for Quatre. It concerns his father.
"My father? You knew my father?" Quatre suppressed the urge to grab her again and force her to look at him.
She flicked only the tiniest of glances at him to show she heard him. "Yes, but not in any way you could guess. I could tell you now but I thought you would prefer me to show you the memory after we're done."
"Later then." He said with heavy emphasis. If he had his way a lot of things would be happening later. Sandrock would be his again. This time completely. There was no way she was going to get away from him. When they were standing together he was able to pick up that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her. Sandrock, you are mine he thought to himself. He was gazing at the slim silky white column of her neck when inspiration struck him. He mentally broadcast his intention to feast on that neck later while he stripped her of her clothes.
An evil grin crept across his face when he saw her eyes go very wide and her cheeks stained pink.