When I woke up the next morning, I tried to convince myself I had dreamed it all. I staggered to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth. Once I finished there I made my way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. There in the kitchen was my proof it was not a dream. Someone had leaned the baseball bat against the refrigerator door. Also, on the table there was the plate of cookies I had given the guy with the braid.

What was his name? Something weird. And the other guy's name was something funky too.

I took a cookie off the plate, and took a bite. Surprised to find it had gone stale, I spit it out into the trash, and threw the rest of the cookies in with it. I went to the refrigerator, throwing the bat aside, and found the juice. I poured myself a glass, wondering over their names, and then Lola walked in.

"Good morning."

"How long have you been up?" I asked.

"About half an hour. How about you?" she answered.

"Ten minutes, tops," I replied. "What time is it?"

"About fifteen minutes till eight. You might want to get dressed. Duo and Quatre should be coming over at eight." Leave it to Lola to remember their names. She remembers everything.

"Are you already dressed?" I asked while eyeing the sundress/tent she had decided to wear.

"Yes, thank you for asking," she retorted. "By the way, I put all of the pictures into envelopes, and put them on the coffee table. I figured we shouldn't leave them all on the floor."

"Good thinking," I replied. "Where are Grace and Anita?" I asked looking around.

"Well Grace is at work, and God only knows where Anita is. Probably still asleep."

I couldn't help but wish that I was still asleep and went off to change my clothes. It was summer, and all of us were trying to dress cool. I only had a few select shirts and shorts I could wear, so I chose something that made as much sense as possible and made my way downstairs.

Lola was sitting in the kitchen, eyeing some papers when I walked in.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Just looking over something from the box. It is another letter addressed to some people. I guess we missed it."

"Who is it to?" I wondered.

"Well…" Lola started. But then there was a bump, and Lola put the paper away as fast as possible. We waited a moment to deduce that it was just Anita moving around in her room before Lola started talking again. "I shouldn't be looking at it anyway, I'll just put it back."

"Okay, whatever you say, Lola."

"You know…" I started as she left the room, "I think maybe you were too nice to them last night. I mean, I should have beat the crap out of them…"

"You weren't exactly being a warrior woman or anything, you know?" she shot back from the living room.

"But still, you did tell me to stop, I mean…"

"You mean, what?" Lola demanded from the door. "They weren't going to and didn't do anything. You should have a little more faith."

"Yeah, but we couldn't have been sure, and I don't think we should have invited them back the way we did."

"Well, it's too late now," Lola stated. "They'll be here in about five minutes."

"Okay, but don't get too close. If one of them makes a move, I'll be on his ass so fast, he won't know what hit him," I said while glancing at the baseball bat.

"I don't think either of them will try to do anything. They seemed nice enough, and besides, Veronica mentioned that people would be coming for whatever was in the box," Lola replied.

"Yeah, but she didn't say they'd come in the dead of night, complete in full criminal mode."

"You have a point there, but I bet they thought we wouldn't give it to them otherwise."

"Now that they know we're just girls, they probably think it will be easier to get it. But we won't make it so easy for them," I said in defensive fashion.

"Oh, just calm down, Tate. Everything will be perfectly fine," she soothed.

About ten minutes later…

Lola and I were sitting at the table, enjoying some muffins (that Grace made I'm sure), when there was a knock at the door. Lola started to get up, but I made sure that I got up faster. I ran towards the door, and looked out the peephole.

I always thought it was kind of funny how people looked through the glass in the hole, and I couldn't help a chuckle now, when I looked at their deformed faces. Then I noticed that they had brought a friend. This made me a bit wary. Two I could probably deal with, if worse came to worse, I could call for Anita. But three? Now I didn't know what I was going to do if they were less than friendly. Anita sleeps like a rock, and I didn't think that I could get past three guys to her room.

I opened the door, to find three faces staring back at me. Quatre, Duo, and some new guy with light brown hair covering half his face that looked slightly familiar.

"Why, hello," I started. "Who is your friend?"

I think they heard the wariness in my voice because then Quatre replied, "Trowa Barton. Sorry, we would have called to warn you we were bringing him, but we didn't know your phone number." The other guy just stood there, not making a move, and not saying anything. He creeped me out even more than the other two.

"Well, come on in… Lola's waiting in the kitchen."

I led them back to the kitchen, thinking all the while that I shouldn't have to; they seemed to know their way into the house well enough. When we entered the kitchen Lola looked up, and gave us all a slight smile.

"Hello."

"Hello," Duo replied, "sleep well? No more intruders?"

"No," we both replied. Lola with a small laugh, and me with more than slight irritation. This guy struck me as nice, just cocky.

"By the way, Lola, this is Trowa Barton," I told her. She just nodded her head. And there was no reaction from him. What a weird guy.

Everyone took a seat, and I ended up by creepy boy, the other two took the two sides of Lola. Damn it if she didn't look smug. Quatre was the one to start the conversation.

"So, I am assuming you have already looked through the contents of the box. Am I correct?" he asked.

"Yes," Lola replied. "We actually separated all of the photos in to groups, and put all of the notes, and writing into other envelopes."

"I'm impressed," Duo said. "I wouldn't have put that much time into a bunch of crap I've never seen before."

"Well, we don't have much better to do…" I replied.

"Exactly what did you find?" Quatre asked.

"Pictures," Lola and I replied.

"Lots of pictures," I continued, "and letters, certificates, that kind of stuff."

"Oh," Duo said. "Why would we want them then?" he asked the blonde.

"Well," Lola started, but then I gave her the you-tell-and-I-will-show-no-mercy look. They just looked expectantly at her, but she just died off.

"Can we see this 'information'?" Quatre asked.

"Maybe. Can we trust you?" I asked.

"Well, I would like to think so…" Duo answered. "I would never lie."

Right.

He wouldn't lie, but he would steal.

Anyway, Lola looked like she was thinking it over, and I swear, if she hadn't been pregnant, I would have killed her. Double homicides just aren't my thing, though.

"We just want to know what we were sent here for," Quatre said.

"Who sent you anyway?" I asked. They stayed silent, which I took for they weren't going to tell me. "You weren't sent for much as far as I could tell."

"Let's just show, them," Lola whispered.

"But we don't know who they are," I hissed. "I mean, they might have told us their names, but that doesn't mean they were telling the truth."

"Personally, I think if there isn't anything terribly important in the box, you should just show us," Trowa said out of nowhere.

"He speaks," I muttered to Lola.

Duo laughed and said, "Yeah, Trowa's not much of a talker." Quatre also looked bemused by my comment, but Trowa just stared at me. I felt a slight chill run down my back that was oddly familiar. Then I realized. He was the other face from the pictures. The little boy with that girl, it was him. He was the depressing kid.

It then hit me that they were all much older than we had perceived them to be from the pictures. These three were at least our age, if not older, and the others must have been too. Relena, we had all recognized was older than the picture, but we didn't think of it at the time.

"Well, we were told to be careful," I replied.

"I think you can trust us," Quatre said empathetically. He reminded me so much of Grace that I wanted to believe him.

"That's what you say," I replied, realizing he was not Grace.

"I think we can trust them to," Lola said.

"Okay, but if they kill us and leave us in some seedy motel, without our livers, or whatever sick shit psychos do these days, don't come to me…" I said while getting up.

In the living room…

Lola had put all of the pictures in envelopes like she said, and placed them all on the coffee table. On two of them, she labeled with names, the rest were descriptions of the person predominately in the photos. "Brown hair, Blue eyes" for example. There was also one with the letters, and papers.

I picked up the one with Duo's name on it, and started to take the pictures out. I passed one to them, it was of him in that priest outfit, which he had apparently ditched since the picture was taken.

"Hey, that's me?" he exclaimed.

"Yes, all of the pictures in here are of you," Lola responded. "Each envelope holds pictures of a different person. "Or persons," she said as she picked up the one with the various pictures of people we didn't know.

"This one is yours," I said as I handed the one with Quatre's name on it to him. "There a few of a woman in there too. I guess she was your mother."

He looked oddly startled. "I never had a mother," he said simply.

"What?" Lola asked.

Quatre had taken out the pictures of her though, and he was staring at it. He was currently holding one of a man and her together. She was heavy in her pregnancy and he had his arm around her. They looked happy, although he looked strangely serious in the picture.

"That's my father," Quatre said in awe. "But I have never seen that woman before in my life."

"Hmm, maybe it was a previous marriage he just never told you about…" I suggested, because he was visibly starting to grow upset. He turned over the picture and looked at the label on the back.

"It's in my father's handwriting. 'Quatrine and I'. My father never married anyone. That's what he told us," Quatre said. "This makes no sense."

"Maybe there's a note explaining it," Lola hastily said.

"I think we should do this later, once we've seen everything," I said. "We don't even know who's in half the pictures."

"Well let's see those," Duo said. Lola got out a few more from another packet.

"So…do you know him?" she asked. It was the Chinese boy in the picture with the girl.

"Oh, that's Wufei…" Duo casually replied, "but I don't know who the girl is. His sister maybe?"

"Grace said it looked like a marriage ceremony," I replied. Duo looked like he was about to choke on a chicken bone once I said this.

"Wufei? Married? For some reason I just don't see that one…" Duo stated.

"Well it seems we don't know all we thought we did, do we?" Trowa asked.

"Were did they get these pictures?" Quatre asked, still going through the envelope we had given him. "I haven't even seen most of these, and they're of me."

"We don't know," Lola answered. "We just got a box in the mail. Then we went through it, and ordered them by who was in them, or who they looked like they were related to…"

"We have some of you, too," I said to Trowa. "Here," I mumbled while handing the envelope to him. "There was a girl in there, who seemed to be related to you. You know about her, don't you?"

He looked slightly confused, and for the twenty or so minutes I've known him, I have found any facial expression from him must follow an extremely significant moment. He took out a picture and looked at it. He looked about ten in it. The next one, he looked about fourteen, and he was standing with a girl.

"That's Catherine," he said simply.

"Oh good. You know her. I didn't want to shock anyone else today," I sighed.

"But you've done a really good job so far," Duo replied.

"Do you know this guy then," Lola asked, handing over a picture of that blue-eyed, mean looking guy.

"Yeah," Duo answered, "that's Heero."

"Hero?" we both asked.

"Yeah. He's another friend of ours," Duo replied.

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Duo replied.

"Why do people have pictures of us?" Quatre asked. "How did they get them? Do you have anymore of other people?"

"Well, we do have pictures of these people, but we don't know who they are," Lola said while handing them the envelope of the women and gruff old men we couldn't place. "There is also the packet of Relena Peacecraft Darlian, and that man."

"This is the weirdest thing I have ever experienced," Duo muttered.

"No shit," I said back.

"Hey, that's Hilde!" Duo shouted while going through another packet. "How did you guys get a picture of her? Even I don't have a picture of her, and I've lived with her for years."

"We already told you," I said, exasperated. "We got sent a package from some idiot we knew when we were younger. We have no idea where this stuff came from. We just looked through them, trying to figure out who the hell we were looking at. We still don't know who you people are."

"Well, I think we need to meet this 'Veronica' person," Quatre started. "Were is she? Do you know her well?"

"I hadn't talked to her for five years, until a few months ago, and then we get some damn package from her. Don't ask me," I retorted. "It just figures she do something stupid, and drag us into it."

"Well, why did she send it to you?" Duo asked.

"She said that Tate was dependably untrusting," Lola smirked.

"She wasn't wrong," Trowa remarked.

"You know, so far I don't like you," I snapped at him. He just smirked. Everyone else looked taken aback at what I had just said or the fact he had and expression on his face. Either one. Oh well. He was annoying. He barely ever talked, and when he did, he was sarcastic as hell. Or he had a point.

Both got on my nerves.

"Well, maybe we should meet this girl. Find out what it is that she wants. Or at least, what she thinks she's going to get," Quatre grimly said. "Maybe these are just fakes. And this is some kind of sick joke."

"I don't know man," Duo replied. "These are pretty realistic…I mean come on. This looks exactly like Hilde, and it's a close-up."

"Let's get breakfast," I said out of nowhere. "Or brunch," I suggested after I looked at my watch. "We can do this later, and maybe I can find Veronica…though I doubt it. She probably never stays anywhere long, and there was no return address."

"Okay, but can I keep this?" Quatre asked.

"Sure. Let's go."

They all agreed to this, and we left the house. While in the car, I heard them mumbling in the back together…

"Maybe we should tell Heero and Wufei…"

"Do you really think we need to get them involved?"

"I don't know, but this could be serious."

"…the likely hood that someone would have pictures of all five of the Gundam pilots…"

"…pictures of the Vice Foreign Minister…"

"…can't be good…"

This was starting to sound serious.

And what did they mean by the Gundam pilots?