Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters. (If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction about it, now would I?)

Later…

Once we had opened the box, we studied the contents quite thoroughly. We had no idea who any of the pictures were of, or who the little snippets of writing were about, and our wariness of the box grew as we rifled through the papers and photos. The more and more we went through the box; the more we began to understand we were looking through someone's past. There were baby photos, pictures of children together, and various photos of adults littering the box. There were birth certificates, notes (none of which could we understand, mainly because we didn't know who they were talking about, but also because a few weren't in English), some scraps that looked like diary entries, receipts, and a few odd bits of brown paper with various names scribbled onto them.

Lola thought it was a joke. Albeit a very elaborate, and well thought out joke for Veronica. Grace wasn't so sure, and said we should just leave the box alone until we got more information on it. Anita tried to ignore us as much as possible, but found herself drawn in each time we dug something out of the box. I just found myself looking at these pictures of solemn children, and even more grave adults, and having an odd feeling of sadness and pity.

After awhile, we started to notice a pattern in the children of the photos. And a few of the pictures had writing on the back that helped us link some together. It seemed that the same seven or so children were in the majority of the pictures, while a few others showed up less recently. Anita suggested we sort them into piles, so we did, and we ended up with seven of them.

One pile contained a blonde boy with green eyes, who we guessed was about two or three years younger than us. The photos seemed to progress throughout his life. He looked angry in the first few photos and, later on, took on a gentle look. There was a blonde woman who looked a lot like him so we threw her photos in with his, although we had no proof that they were connected other than the similarity in their appearances.

The next pile was of a dark haired boy with a long braid down his back and beautiful violet eyes. He seemed to have a strange fluctuation between looking forlorn and cheerful. Later on he wore a priest habit, which was odd, because he seemed too young to be a priest in any of the pictures. He also tended to wear a baseball cap which Grace thought was funny.

"No priest I've ever seen ever had enough of a sense of humor to wear a baseball cap…" she said.

The smallest pile contained a Chinese boy with brown eyes, who had several looks of general dislike on his face. There were a few pictures of him with another young girl during what looked like a marriage ceremony. She often looked happy, he often looked angry. Some of the pictures he wore glasses in, and he was sitting with a book, making him appear the scholarly type.

The next one had several formal appearing pictures. There was a baby with dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and a very little boy with whitish blonde hair and blue eyes. Then the boy seemed to disappear until the girl grew to be about fifteen or so, and then he reappeared as a man with the same platinum hair. Both appeared to be very serious and detached. It was Lola who first recognized that the girl was Relena Peacecraft. We were all a little skeptical at first, but then with looking at them closer, she was freakishly parallel, so we all had to agree.

Next came a stack of photos of a boy who looked by and large angry, or at the very least bored. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and looked intense in all of the photos. Only one seemed to show him at a weak point when he looked slightly sad.

"He kinda freaks me out…" Lola whispered.

"No kidding," agreed Anita. One of the few times they have ever agreed on anything.

The next mass of pictures contained photos of a boy with hair covering half of his face, and he seemed just as, if not more so, serious then the boy before. ("This guy depresses me," Anita commented.) He had brown hair and green eyes, from what we could tell. A few of the pictures showed him with a girl with shoulder length brown hair, but she seemed to be there when he was a very young child, then she, like the white haired man, disappeared until they boy grew to be about fifteen or sixteen. His face never changed, and this creeped all of us out.

The last pile of pictures were all of the ones we couldn't put into any of the others because they didn't have any of the same people. There was a girl with dark black hair and a smile on her face, and another with a woman who looked similar, but she was older. There was also a girl with bright blonde hair and weird looking eyebrows, a few pictures of gruff looking men, and an old man standing alone with a rifle. None of these people looked horribly interested in having there pictures taken.

The scraps of paper we gave up trying to order a long time ago. Grace only knew a smattering of French, Anita and Lola only knew English, and I was bad enough at English, let alone any other language. Some of it looked like Chinese or Japanese, we didn't know the difference. Others were in English, but we were clueless as to what they were referring to: parties, birthdays, meetings, and some others that resembled love letters. Given that we were getting tired, and didn't want to think, we decided to put away all of the notes. There wasn't much we were going to be able to do with it all at the moment. We left the rest of the stuff on the floor in the living room and went to eat some supper.

"So do any of those people look familiar to you?" I asked.

"Well, besides the Vice Foreign Minister, not really," Lola said. We were sitting down at the table now, eating some pork chops and green beans that Grace had made. Grace always made supper. The rest of us were clueless as how to turn on the stove.

"Well…" Grace started, "that blonde boy looked oddly familiar. Almost as if I had seen him before." She was ignoring her food, and pushing around her beans.

"Personally, I can swear I've seen most of them all before, I just can't remember where," Anita stated. "I don't know who any of them are, but none of them look too horribly friendly if you ask me."

"Well no one asked you, did they?" Lola started.

"Not now!" I almost yelled at them. All we needed was another one of their ill timed arguments. They both clamed up, and seemed to look somewhat sheepish afterwards. "Can't you two just try to get along? It can't be that hard." Normally they would have retorted back, but they resorted to playing with their food instead.

"Do you think anyone will come?" Grace asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I just want to know why Veronica saw fit to give this stuff to us."

"You never know with Veronica," Anita said with a roll of her eyes.

"Well that's true," Grace agreed.

"Anyway," Lola started, "I'm beat. I'm going to bed."

"See you later."

"See you tomorrow morning," Grace called as Lola made her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Grace also got up and started to do some of the dishes, while Anita polished off her drink and stood up with a yawn.

"I think I might just hit the sack, too," Anita said tiredly. So off went Anita, leaving me and Grace to finish the dishes. Figures she'd find a way to get out of the housework.

Grace and I chatted for awhile, talking and wondering about all of those faces in the pictures.

Later that night…

There was a noise in the hall.

I swear to God, there was noise in the hall.

It woke me up in the middle of the night, and I jumped out of bed like a cat that just had water thrown on it. I fumbled around in the darkness for something to hit the intruder with, and I came up with an old baseball bat (which was weird, because I have never played baseball). I tried to stealthily move towards the door, but I'm a clutz so I stubbed my toe on the bed post.

There it was again!

It sounded like someone was whispering in our hallway down stairs.

I tiptoed out my door and into the hall, when I bumped into someone. I was completely prepared to beat the crap out of whoever it was, but then Lola hissed, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, what do you think it is?"

"It better not be Anita raiding the fridge again, that's all I can say," she said in an irritated whisper. "And will you put that thing down?!"

I came out of batter/killer mode and lowered my makeshift weapon. We continued down the stairs and I ordered Lola behind me. "Maybe you should go back to your room…" I suggested.

"Don't be silly, I bet it's only our imaginations anyway."

Since it's impossible to change Lola's mind, I let her stay and we continued down the stairs. She stayed close to the wall why I made my way into the kitchen. Then I had to stifle a scream.

In the middle of the kitchen was a shadow, seemingly searching for something. It must have seen my movement because it then stopped. I then growled, "Don't move, whoever you are…"

And then suddenly someone came up from behind me. There were two of them in my kitchen. We had a struggle, complete with wild swinging of the bat from me (which I'm sure made contact at least once). But then whoever it was behind me got a hold of my arms mid-swing, and twisted them behind my back. The other took the bat, and then I was blinded.

Lola had turned on the light. My eyes took a second to adjust from the darkness, and then I could make out two people dressed and masked in black. Lola was standing by the light switch and the door with wide eyes, in shock, looking like a barn on feet. The two intruders just stared back at her.

Then one of them said, "Look, we don't want to hurt you, we just want to talk."

The one holding my arms back grunted, "Yeah, if you just stopped fighting me I'd let you go…" I was still too busy trying to kick him where it hurts to pay much attention.

But then Lola said, "Do what they say Tate." So I stopped struggling, and went limp. The guy in holding my arms let me go, and I gave him a good kick in the shin before I walked over to Lola. He made to grab me again, saying something about being careful with what you swing around, but the other one ordered him to leave me alone.

"Who the hell are you people?" I yelled.

"Just…stay…calm…" the one with the bat breathed. Yeah right. Like I'd listen to him.

"Oh damn it! I thought we were being quiet!" the other one moaned.

"Apparently not quiet enough," the one with my bat replied while taking the black clothe off his head. He then ran his hand through his bright blonde hair, and narrowed his green eyes, as if in frustration. He then looked up, and Lola's eyes went wide. I was slightly confused, but then the other removed his hood too, revealing a long, dark brown braid and violet eyes.

"It's them," Lola whispered.

Two pair of eyes shot towards us.

Later…

Duo Maxwell and Quatre Raberba Winner turned out to be perfectly nice people once they stopped trying to break into your house.

There was quite a bit of confusion after Lola's statement. We knew they were two of the boys from the pictures, but who the hell were they? They were both surprised when Lola seemed to recognize them, but she just replied that she knew them from somewhere, she just wasn't sure were. I don't think they bought that, because they looked like they were going to question her. I think they just reconsidered because of her condition.

"Let's sit down and talk this out," I suggested.

"Now she wants to talk," the braided one grumbled.

"Okay," the blonde one complied. We all moved to take a seat. I sat down and so did the braided guy. The blonde one pulled out a chair and let Lola sit in it. She blushed as she took it and said thank you. I can't believe she was getting flustered from a guy that was just breaking into our house. Even if he was cute.

"So…" I began.

"So…" the braided one answered.

"Okay, who are you people?" Lola asked. Of course she would get straight to the point. "I don't mean to be rude, but you sorta beat me to it."

"I guess you do have a right to be annoyed with us," the blonde one said, "although you weren't suppose to know we were here…"

"Hey, don't try to pin this on me!" the other guy argued. "I was just wondering what was in their frig, I wasn't going to take anything!"

"So that's what I heard!" I declared. And that's why Lola thought that Anita was in the refrigerator.

"And that would be why they found us," the blonde guy said in slight irritation raising his hand for emphasis.

"Oh whatever…"

"Anyway," Lola said, "who are you exactly?"

Both looked questioningly at the other, and then the blonde one said, "They've already seen our faces, I don't think it would matter now anyway."

"Whatever you say…" the braided one replied.

"Well I'm Quatre Winner, and this is Duo."

"Duo Maxwell, at your service," he smiled.

"Well…they seem friendly enough," Lola supplied in a whisper.

"Yeah and so do puppies until they bite you…" I replied. At least he put down the bat. That was a good sign.

"Hey wait, do you mean, Winner as in L 4 Winners?" Lola asked. The blonde blushed slightly at this and nodded. Lola was now in love. She liked easily embarrassed guys. She was always weird like that, and now she'd probably be talking about that nice guy that came over last night, and not the potential burglar.

Duo seemed to be looking around our kitchen in a longing manner, and I couldn't help but ask, "Hungry?"

"Starved."

"Well I guess we could give you something to eat. But what are you here for exactly?" I asked.

"Well, we were informed that you had information that we wanted."

"Reheeally?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, did you find it? Or are you waiting for us to give it to you?" Lola asked.

"We're waiting for you to give it to us," Duo said simply. Lola's eyebrows raised as she considered this. Then she tried to move, but stopped, when she realized how hard it would be to get up. And there was that glare I sent her. That might have helped.

"What kind of information?" I inquired.

"Well, we're not really sure…" Quatre replied. "We were just told were to go and to look for a brown box from Veronica Lang addressed to Tatum Waslo. I am assuming you are Tatum, correct?"

"Yes, you would be."

"So do you have the box?" Duo tried. I handed him a glass of milk, which he took, and a plate of cookies that Grace had baked yesterday.

"Nope…" I responded. "I threw it away a long time ago…"

Duo looked absolutely horrified by this recent development. "You what?" he asked from a mouth gaping open, half-filled with cookie.

"Don't worry…" Lola said, "we still have everything from the box."

"Where?" they both asked.

"In the living room. Just follow me."

We all got up. I wasn't so sure this was a great idea. I mean, they might have been in the pictures, but that doesn't mean that they were suppose to see them. Lola led us into the living room, hand on the small of her back while she did so. Once we got there, I was a little ashamed of the mess we had left. The pictures were all still in there respective mounds, but I felt guilty for leaving them on the floor the way we did.

Apparently it didn't get on their nerves quite as much because Duo just remarked, "So that's what we came for? A bunch of pictures?" He had a look of disbelief on his face. Quatre just looked slightly bemused. He then bent down and picked up a picture of a girl.

"Hey," Quatre bumped the confused Duo, "who does that look like to you?"

Duo looked down, his eyes widened and his face broke out into a smile, "It's Relena. How did you guys get a picture of her?"

"It was sent to us by Veronica," Lola answered.

They started to look around a bit more, but then I suggested, "Why don't we do this tomorrow morning. You know, when normal people are awake."

Duo laughed and replied, "She has a point. We can always come back tomorrow. You know…if you guys let us back in." Then he winked. I swear he winked.

This guy was cheeky.

We said our goodbyes, and told them to come bye tomorrow at eight or so in the morning. They walked off. I can only assume they had a form of transportation waiting somewhere in the darkness.

"They seemed polite," Lola commented.

I snorted, and made my way upstairs to my room. And prayed no one else would come into the house tonight.

I needed some sleep.