Note: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. Sorry that you all had to wait so long, I was working on my other fics too.
WARNING: One last lyric to go through.
The two lovers joined Trowa and Quatre at the table to kind of exchange information and possible conclusions to this puzzle of theirs. Each of them had next to no information except for Trowa, who mentioned that Relena was in Mexico 3 months ago according to Salimar. That didn't help much since she could be anywhere. Though Quatre informed them also of Relena's desire to be enrolled into a college somewhere.
"A college? Why would she want to go to college? Advance any education she had?" Sylvia questioned, obviously she had been home schooled as well. Though Quatre concluded that she was most likely from a private school and feels that she has no need to learn more then what she had been taught in school.
"Perhaps she wants to have all the experiences that she lost by taking this position," suggested Quatre recalling how passionate Lynn spoke of Relena's wish to be normal, to live a normal life.
"Recovering lost time," added Trowa. "That's something each of us can relate to in some fashion."
It was something that all of them could relate to. Quatre wished to recover time to spend with his father and sisters, Sylvia to spend time with her grandfather, Trowa to recover his memories of who he truly is, and Heero to recover the time he had before Relena ran away, to prepare for it.
"That may be but this doesn't help with determining where Relena is or who she could be," Heero told them. "Maybe it would be easier if I could remember what her voice sounded like." The other two former pilots looked up at Heero in wonderment, they never would have thought that Heero, of all people, would forget what Relena's voice sounded like.
"You're not the only one Heero, I've forgotten it too," comforted Quatre being rather honest, especially since he saw her almost everyday at meetings and even during lunches once in a while.
As assuring as that should have been, it wasn't. Instead, all that statement did was cause more conflicting emotions inside of Heero's heart-if he had one that is. Many would argue and say that he had no heart, that it was just a void of space. Relena would agree with that, he thought bitterly.
"Where do we go from here?" inquired Sylvia.
"Work," sighed Quatre.
"Home," stated Trowa casting a glance over to Quatre.
"England, I've got something to check out there. It may help lead me to Relena's whereabouts," answered Heero leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs. "You are heading to your mother's house."
"What? Why?" demanded Sylvia not taking a liking to having her boyfriend running her life on where she goes and who she is going to see. That was not how relationships worked in her mind and what she believed in everyone else's lives, except for maybe Heero's.
"I want you there to check out something," Heero told her then turned to her with the tiniest of what may have been a smirk. "Anyways, wouldn't it be great to see your mother again, after theses past five months?"
"I suppose so, but what do you want me to at my mother's?"
"Ladies and Dear Gentlemen, it has come to our attention that we have received quite a few compliments about our talent as performers, so as to say "Thank you" we will sing one last song to keep the spirits of this crowd up," announced Draca capturing everyone attention in the entire room. All the band members had been assembled and were setting up for their last, truly last, song for the evening.
There was a sense of gayness in the air that Quatre couldn't recall during the last five months, it was just something that had been missing. It was that evening that this band, For Rel, brought back a bit of that giddiness to such a small yet significant extent.
"Our last song for the entire evening," sighed Draca handing her microphone over to Salimar, who took it hesitantly while glancing back to throw a glare at Lynn because she was over at the keyboards for the second time that evening. Shifting her gaze Salimar looked towards Adam, all he did was nod as he fixed his microphone stand.
Bass, keyboards, and the light drums came into play for a few beats before Adam took the vocals.
"Listen baby,
ain't no mountain high,
ain't no valley low,
ain't no river wide enough baby…"
"If you need me, call me,
no matter where you are, no matter how far. (Don't worry baby-)
Just call my name, I'll be there in a hurry.
You don't have to worry, because…" sang Salimar watching as Draca pranced around the crowd carrying a tambourine (which she didn't beat on until the chorus), grabbing a few of the representative's grandsons to get them to start dancing.
"Baby, there ain't no mountain high enough-
Ain't no valley low enough-
Ain't no river wide enough baby-
To keep me from getting to you-!" both band members sang together creating a great blend.
"Baby, remember the day, I set you free
I told you could always count on me darling
And from that day on, I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me someway, somehow," sung Adam as Salimar came up right beside him with her microphone, most likely off, and just stood leaning against him.
"Cause baby, there ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough,
Ain't no river wide enough baby-
To keep me from getting to you-!" both sang into Adam's microphone.
"No, no darling," Adam added in.
"No wind, no rain-!
Or a winter's cold can stop me baby.
Because you are my love-!" responded Salimar poking a joking finger into her partner's chest.
"If you're ever in trouble
I'll be there on the double
Just send for me oh baby-!" Adam told her before Salimar moved away, turning on her own microphone to sing into.
"My love is alive
Deep down in my heart
Though we are miles apart." Her hand had been extended to imitate being apart from someone.
"If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can," assured Adam.
"Don't ya know that there…
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough,
Ain't no river wide enough baby."
"To keep me from getting to you," included Salimar.
"Don't ya know that there…
There ain't no mountain high enough,
Ain't no valley low enough,
Ain't no river wide enough-
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough-!"
The music faded and the audience burst into cheers and whistles, mainly coming from Draca jingling the tambourine as she raced up to the rest of the band. Motioning them all to come forward the band members took hands and then bowed before their crowd, then they began to move to put their instruments away.
"That was interesting," remarked Sylvia dryly.
"Maybe to you, but to some of us that was an extraordinary thing that they just accomplished," defended Quatre not going into detail of the meaning of his words. Instead, he felt that he would keep that as his own little secret. "Well, let's be off Trowa so you can catch your flight in the morning."
Both of the pilots stood up, Quatre took Sylvia's hand as a sign of respect when departing with a lady. "Good night Vice Foreign Minister Noventa, I do hope you enjoyed the evening," Quatre told her giving her dainty hand a little shake.
"I did very much, thank you Mr. Winner," she smiled.
"And Heero, good evening, and don't work too hard now, we don't need you dying on us from stress," winked the young representative. All Heero did was grunt in response. Veering to Trowa, Quatre motioned that they could go and so Trowa followed Quatre closely, keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious until they got to Quatre's limousine.
The drive to the hotel was brief and uneventful, so was the journey through the lobby and up the stairs, Quatre never took the elevator for he was paranoid about that sort of technology. Trowa continued to pursue Quatre even into his room where he made one last round for bombs, bugs, and anything else that could threaten his friend's safety. When satisfied he left the room through the door connecting his and Quatre's rooms together.
Once Quatre was completely alone in his room, both doors to his room locked as well as his window, curtains drawn Quatre began to remove his clothes and head for the bathroom to take a shower before retiring for the rest of the night.
His shower started off hot but then he turned it to freezing cold and stood under it for as long as he withstand the water before turning off the water and then getting out of the shower. Grabbing the top towel of the two towels he had laid out for himself, Quatre wrapped it around his waist and then he took the other towel to dry his hair. While he was drying his hair Quatre heard his phone ring.
He froze for a second as his soldier instincts came into place. Was the phone a bomb? Was that an assassin on the other line that was letting him know that he was about to die? All the possibilities raced through his head and every nerve in his brain told him not to pick up the phone, but he couldn't help it; he was curious.
Entering his room, Quatre glanced at his window for a shadow of some unexpected guest to be there, there was none. Feeling uneasy Quatre reached for the phone by his bed and swallowed hard, just taking notice how dry his throat was.
"He…hello?" he asked.
"Hey, long time no hear," came a voice from the other line.
"Re…Relena…" stammered Quatre dropping the phone.