A/N: A big thank you to all reviewers! You're just too good to be true! I hope I will be able to keep up with your expectations… I'm trying my best to finish it before Christmas, so, here is the next chapter for you…

Chapter Eight

Finding the information was not difficult for someone like him. In fact it had taken just a few minutes with the computer that Quatre had sent to him. Midii was not married. She had never been married. Then why had that guy lied to him? And, why had Midii not told the truth?

What concerned him the most about all of it was the way Midii had looked at him. The more he thought about it the more convinced he was. She was definitely asking for help.

Trowa could not follow Quatre's advice. He had to do something a bit more actively. He was not the one to stay with his arms folded watching things happen. That's why he was now driving this rented car towards Midii's house.

As soon as he arrived there, he parked the car and, staying inside, started surveying the house to see any signs of activity. There seemed to be no one in the house.

Getting off the car he walked through the very unkempt garden toward the house's main door. He knocked on it twice. He was about to knock again when he heard the door being unlocked.

Thankfully it was Midii. She did not fully open the door because she had left the safety chain on it. It was dark inside the house so he could not see her very clearly.

"No name? What are you doing here…" asked with a very feeble voice almost whispering.

"I told you to call me Trowa, everyone calls me that now…" said Trowa not liking to be called no name anymore.

"Sorry, Trowa…how can I help you then?" asked Midii still whispering. She sounded a bit scared like if she wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

"I've come to speak to you, last time your…well…that man did not allow us to speak properly…" started Trowa stopping to see if she said something.

"What do you want to talk about?" said Midii looking over her shoulder every now and then.

"I wanted to ask you why did he say he was your husband when you are not married…" asked Trowa directly.

She did not reply. She just limited herself to lower her eyes as if she was checking something on the floor.

"Midii…why did he say that…oh…Can I just come in?" asked Trowa.

"No…it's not a good moment now…I'm sorry…Trowa, really…stay out of it…I mean it…Good bye…" said closing the door. As she was doing so, a bit of the outside light allowed him to see a pretty nasty bruised eye on the girl's face. Trowa almost felt sick.

"Midii!" shouted Trowa.

"Open this door at once!" shouted again this time banging the door with his fists.

"Trowa? Is that you?" asked a familiar female voice. It was that girl called Sunflower. Trowa turned around to face her. Sunflower made a gesture to indicate she wanted to talk to him.

Trowa followed the girl and, after they were far enough from the house so they would not be heard, Sunflower asked:

"Trowa, how much of a friend are you to Midii?".

"Well…we are childhood friends…" Trowa replied not entirely lying.

"Then, if Midii needed help, you would help her, wouldn't you?" asked the girl.

"Yes. Of course…Midii is in trouble, isn't she?" asked Trowa very concerned.

"I think she is. The other day, when I lost sight of you, I wanted to salute you before I left and I went to Midii's room thinking you'd be there. I heard someone shouting and, through the key hole I saw Bill shouting at Midii and at some point I saw Bill hitting Midii very hard. She fell on the floor and started crying there begging him to stop it. I think he's done that before because I've seen that, sometimes, Midii wears sunglasses even when she's indoors…Please Trowa, would you help her?" asked Sunflower looking hopeful at Trowa.

"You bet I will. That bastard won't get away with it…just wait. I will come up with a plan…" said Trowa. His instincts saying that it would be much better to wait than doing something stupid that would probably end up with the bastard swimming in his own blood and Trowa in jail.

After reassuring Sunflower, Trowa got in his car and drove to the hotel room he was staying. Since he did not want to go back to the circus, he had decided to stay in a hotel for the time being.

From there, he started thinking. First thing was calling Quatre. Trowa had learned to trust and to confide his problems to the blond Arabian.

"Trowa…what a surprise…" said Quatre a bit sarcastically.

"Quatre? Having a bad day, huh?" commented Trowa.

"Yep…had three meetings in a row that made me waste ages because they did not conclude anything, I'm having problems with the union trade in one of my factories and on the top of that, I have a fiancée that cannot think nor talk about anything else but our wedding…not pretty, huh?…" said Quatre sighing heavily.

"Ok. Then, let's add to your problems an annoying friend with a huge problem…" said Trowa trying to be funny.

"Hey man, careful there or you'll end up being a comedian rather than a sad clown…" said Quatre smiling.

"Well…Quatre, this is the problem: Midii is being beaten up by that bastard she's living with. I have been good and I did not go into the house to beat the hell out of him so, please, do tell me what you think it's best…" explained Trowa quickly.

"What? Are you sure? I mean…how do you know?" asked Quatre.

"I know because I have seen a huge bruise on her face and, also, because a girl that lives nearby has actually seen the bastard beating Midii up with her own eyes…" replied Trowa.

"Ok. Then…let me think…" said Quatre staying quiet for a few seconds.

"Alright…so…You told me she's a singer now. Do you know where she'll be singing next?" asked Quatre.

"Sure…the same bar where I went to meet her…why?" replied Trowa not fully understanding the point.

"Ok…then, leave it to me…I will call you in about five minutes…" said Quatre closing the conversation.

Relena was in her office. It had been a few days since she and Heero had sorted things out and now Relena had decided to tell Lucrezia all about the pregnancy and what had happened in the school.

"What!? Wow, those are fantastic news! I'm so happy for you two…" shouted Lucrezia as soon as Relena had finished explaining it all to her sister in law.

"I know…but, please stop shouting! I'll hear you all the way from Mars!" said Relena laughing.

"Sorry! I'm just very happy about it…How's Heero behaving now? I mean…now that he's going to be a daddy…that's surely something interesting to see…" said Lucrezia wickedly.

"Oh! Lucrezia, really…" exclaimed Relena.

"I was kidding! Is just that…" started Lucrezia.

"I know what you're thinking…but, I think that Heero will be a really good father…he was a bit freaked out at first but, now that the idea is sinking in him, you should see him…he's even doing some research in good parenting!" explained Relena.

"Oh my gosh! That's funny! He's taking it seriously then…" commented Lucrezia.

"Oh, yes…he's set himself like if it were some kind of mission…and you know how much Heero likes being a perfectionist…I'll just have to get him to relax…" said Relena smiling.

The two women talked some more about the shopping they would have to do for the baby and, after a promise from Lucrezia to get Milliardo to call Relena as soon as he was back from one of the regular inspection to the outside of the base, the closed the communication.

For the first time in a very long while, Relena was happy and relaxed. Heero, good to his word, was doing all he could to take care of her. He kept telling her not to overdo things and to take better care of herself.

Thankfully for Relena she was feeling fine. She did not have the morning sickness she had suffered of during her first pregnancy. In any case, Heero was right and she had to take things easy.

This was the reason of her call to Lady Une. The older woman's face was shown on the videocom's screen looking a bit surprised.

"Relena…is something the matter?" asked Une worried.

"No…I just wanted to inform you that I am going to ask my department to reduce my working schedule…" replied Relena.

"Ah…is there any specific reason or…" enquired Une even more surprised.

"Well, yes…I am pregnant and I will have to slow down…" replied Relena. The blond girl would have laughed seeing the startled reaction from Lady Une.

"Lady Une? Are you alright?" asked Relena not seeing any intention from the woman to say anything.

"I'm…I'm speechless…wow…that is…oh, well…it's normal, you are a married woman after all…is just that…ah! Congratulations!" stuttered Une not really finding anything appropriate to say.

"Thank you. In any case, I wanted to let you know so you can take all the appropriate measures…" said Relena.

"Yes. I will…there will be some security adjustments to be made so, whenever you can, please do forward me the new schedule…" asked Une having partially recovered from the shock.

" I will get my secretary to do it as soon as possible. Thank you for everything in advance…" said Relena.

After some more discussions regarding the extra security needed, the two women saluted each other and closed the conversation.

Meanwhile, in a hotel room in L3, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei, were checking for the umpteenth time the action plan.

"Ok guys, do we have everything we need?" said Quatre.

"I think so Quatre" replied Wufei.

"Good, then let's go…" said Trowa impatiently.

END OF CHAPTER EIGHT