Revealed 3

By. Katt

Dont own Gundam Wing. Just a obessed fan. This fic takes place during the war. Trowa has lost his memory and Duo had met Hilde. The orginal ending to Gundam wing doesnt happen. This is my own ending. I am actually haveing a really fun time writing this so I hope you enjoy it. DA DING!

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Jon laid on his bed while Chad and Louten were on their computers doing homework.

The day sucked. It was Jon sighed as he turned a page in his comic book. A grumbling sound stopped him right before he was about to finish the page. "Man.. Im freakin hungry!"

"Dover, you are always hungry." Jon just smiled. "I'm a growing boy Chad. I need to build strong muscles to be the heroic pilot of this war!" Chad grumbled. "Oh why Dover, your just the definition of the perfect hero."

Jon scratched his head. "I was being serious." Chad just smacked himself.

"Well anyway, I am gonna go. You dudes want anything?" Both boys shook their heads.

Jon made his way to the cafeteria. The greatest thing about this place was their was food service 24 hours a day. He looked at the menus until he came to his favorite food. "Yummy, good ol fashion American pizza."

Jon took his food to a empty table and sat down. With that he started to day dream as he ate.

::4 months earlier::

Jon woke up to find himself in hospital bed. A nurse walked in. Jon just turned her way and smiled. "What's this...place" His throat felt like a desert storm had taken place inside it. His eyes were horribly crusty and he smelt sterilizing fresh.

The nurse just smiled. "Ahh, you have finally woken up Mr. Dover. Your aunt and uncle will be thrilled to hear this." Jon's eyes went cross eyed. "Aunt....Uncle?" The nurse just smiled. "Yes, they have been here almost everyday since the accident." Jon just stared at her confused. "Accident?" The nurse smiled faltered. "You don't remember?"

Jon shook his head slowly. "And whose Do..ver?"

"I will be right back Mr. Dover...I am going to get a doctor." Jon nodded at the nurses retreating back. Accident...He had been in a accident? His Aunt and Uncle? And who the hell was Dover! A doctor soon entered.

"Ahh Dover, you finally have woken up. We were getting worried. Your Aunt and Uncle are on their way as we speak. Now I have a few questions for you. Do you remember what happened to you a few months back?" Dover shook his head. "Do you remember your Aunt and Uncle?" Jon again shook his head in pure confusion. "Do you remember anything at all?" Jon was getting annoyed. "No.." The doctor smirked.

"Well Mr. Dover it seems you are suffering from amnesia." Jon groaned. "Your kidding me, right?" The doctor shook his head. "A lot of things have occurred in the last few months that I feel your Aunt and Uncle should talk to you about."

::end of flash back::

Jon chewed on the crust of his pizza. "Maybe it would have been better if I never would have woken up. At least in my dreams I'm sure I was happy. I'm sure my parents were still alive." He sighed. Those dumb Gundams were attacking a base right by where he lived. His Aunt and Uncle told him how after the Gundams destroyed the base it turned onto the community. Everything in the Gundams path was destroyed. His home...his life...his parents...even himself was all in that damn Gundams way. Some how, though, he had survived. The rescue team had found him thrown from the rubble of his house. He was the only survivor.

Jon threw his tray away and proceeded to walk through the halls of the school. The school was beautiful in itself. Paintings hung on almost every wall. Gold and blue decorated the hall ways. A red carpet covered the floors. He didn't deserve to be here...

Jon stopped at a pair of doors and peered through one of them. He smiled as he spotted a classmate he was well aquatinted with. "Donte! What you doing?" Donte turned and smiled at him. "Hello Jon. Wait, JON! Great great. I was just actually about to go find someone that I could use." Jon looked at Donte curiously. "Ehh...use?" Donte laughed. "Iv been in here for a hour practicing fencing. I need someone that I can practice some of my new moves on." Jon shrugged. "Ok...so like...ok" Donte just laughed again and threw Jon a helmet.

"There is some body padding over there. The foils (French practice sword) are on the shelf over there." Jon put on the padding and grabbed a sword. "Ok...so now what." Donte lifted an eyebrow. "Never fenced?"

"Only a little. Not enough to impress you with."

Donte smirked. "Hmm ok.. Well pretty much all I will need you to do is just block my hits."

Jon nodded his understanding. With not much warning Donte lounged and went for Jon's right leg. Jon blocked. Donte then went for Jon's right side. Jon blocked. Donte stood straight and smiled. Frustrated he went quickly to Jon's left side. He blocked again.

"You know....this is getting slightly irritating." Jon shrugged. "You told me to block." Donte went straight for Jon's right cheek. And again..........he blocked. Jon took off his helmet. "Are you going to hit me or what?"

"What does it look like I'm trying to do!?" Jon smirked. "Your movements are to obvious."

"Obvious?"

"Yes, obvious. You look in the direction of the next move your going to make." Donte scratched his head. "Well..Iv never thought of that." Jon smiled. With a flick of his wrist his foils button smacked Donte in the chest.

"You have to be unsuspecting. And you have to learn to trust your self." Donte mumbled a few curses. "Ohhhhhhhh what was that Mr.Chavastic?" Donte just sighed. " Seems I still need to work on some of my moves." Jon just shrugged. "Maybe. Well I'm off, I have a meeting with the principal this afternoon and I don't want to be late."

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Jon smoothed his shirt for the 50th time as he entered the principals office. A snooty blonde haired over madeup whore....he meant secretary sat at the front desk. Her fake bright pink nails clattered against the keys of her computer. She smiled as she saw Jon walk up to her desk.

"Aww, isn't it my favorite student, Mr. Dover!" She leaned over her desk so far that Jon thought one of her boobs were going to pop out. She giggled as she looked at Jon's pass. "Oh Mr. Dover, I hope your not in troubleeeee!" He thought he was going to pass out from the perfume that reeked from her. "No Miss. Danta, I doubt I am. Iv been a good little boy." Jon gasped for air as the secretary walked around the desk.

Her skirt and shirt were so freakin tight that if she bent over.....stop...just stop. Jon mentally hit himself. "Can you please tell the principle that I'm hear?" Miss. Danta gave a pout look. "I see you don't want to talk to me." She perked up. "But since you asked soooo nicely" Giggle. "I'll tell him that my favorite student is here." Jon sighed in relief as the secretary retreated to the principals office. He went through this commonly with Miss. Danta.

A few moments later the slut...he meant secretary returned. "Why gee Mr. Dover. The boss has been expecting you" Giggle.. "Go on in!" Jon mentally gave a sigh of relief.

He entered the principals office closing the door behind him. The principal stood. "Why, isn't it our top pupil. Please take a seat Mr. Dover." Jon was often in the principals office for check ups on how he was doing.

"So Mr. Dover I heard about your achievements in your piloting class. Sixth level. That's very impressive for a man your age." Jon shrugged. "The simulators response was slow. I could have done better." The heavy set, balding man just laughed. "Impressive, just impressive. Well Jon, I didn't call you in here to talk about your school achievements. I called you in here to congratulate you." Jon rose a eyebrow. "Con..gratulate?" The heavy man stood. "Mr. Khushrenada has asked to meet with you. I hope you realize how much of a privilege this is." Jon's eyes just rounded. "Mr. Khushrenada wants to...meet with...me?! Why?"

The balding man walked up to Jon. "Jon. you are unbelievably talented. We always send statistics on our students. I'm sure yours has to of caught his eye. You will be leaving tomorrow." Jon just stared at the man in disbelief. "I...I cant believe this." A smile came across his face. "I'm meeting the leader of Oz."

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Jon took a light suit case with him. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be gone for and where exactly he was going. All he knew was right now he was on a plane...flying really high in the sky...all alone...and its been this way for a few hours now. A young flight attendant stopped at his seat. "We will be arriving shortly to our destination sir. Please fasten your seat belt." Jon nodded his gratitude.

"About damn time I got here...Wait, I'm going to meet Mr. Khushrenada.. Haha! I'm about to meet Mr. Khushrenada!" Jon hit himself. "Calm down butt head. You might freak him out. Hell I'm freaking myself out cause I wont stop talking to myself." He sighed while rubbing his temples. Why in the world would his excellency want to meet with him? But that didn't matter. Cause his excellency WAS meeting with him. SOON. Jon bite his lip from screaming with joy. 'God I'm like a freakin three year old getting candy.'

This was going to be the man who was going to give him the opportunity to get his revenge. He owed him his life.

The plane soon landed and Jon exited. The moment he got off the plane he spotted a man holding a sign saying 'Mr. Dover'. "Sir, I'm Mr.Dover!" The old man smiled while leading Jon to a car. Well actually it was a black sleek limousine.

After a hour of driving Jon arrived at a mansion. He rubbed his eyes a few times. "Well...Holy...shit. That aint no house...that's a freakin hotel." His driver just laughed. "Iv heard many comments about Master Treize's home, but I believe that was the best one yet." Jon blushed slightly remembering he had to watch his language. "Sorry for my mouth sir. Thank you for the ride." The man just nodded as Jon excited the vehicle.

It took Jon about what felt like a eternity just to get to the front door. Trieze's front yard had to of been atleast two acres long. It was covered in gardens and statues. Everything was filled with beauty and grace. Not one thing resembled war. Right when Jon was about to knock, the door opened to reveal a servant. "Master Trieze has been expecting you for awhile Mr. Dover."

Jon blinked a few times. This was becoming just to much for him. "Sorry then for my lateness." The servant just bowed and took his suit case. Jon was lead to a room on the second floor of the third wing. Treizes house was huge and stunning. Candles and antiques were placed everywhere. The walls were a silver color with blue designs running all around it. His carpet was a deep purple. It was breath taking.

Jon sat on the oversized bed. The sheets were a deep red silk. Jon opened his suit case removing the few items he had. He still couldn't believe he was here. HERE! He made it...alive...somehow. "This is just amazing. God must really be with me right now." He sighed while rubbing a golden cross which laid across his chest.

::Flash back to 3 months earlier::

Jon's Aunt smiled a sad smile while helping pack Jon's belongings. "Its a shame you have to go so soon. You just got here only a month ago. But really sweetie, I think this is for the best." Jon was still in shock of these past few months events. He lost his life, his memories, and now he was being sent to a boarding school. What the hell..

Jon smiled at his Aunt. "Well you and Uncle Neak think it is best, so I wont complain. I am still thankful for you taking me in." His Aunt almost looked like she was going to cry. "Dear, why wouldn't we have! You've been through so much. And ever since you got here you have been a god sent. You have helped with everything and never complained once. I really think though this is the best choice."

His Aunt stood up. "Ill be right back." She left to only return with a small box.

"You were wearing this when you entered the hospital. I think its time I gave it back now." Jon opened the box which revealed a golden cross. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. So simple…yet so meaningful? "Thank you."

She just smiled.

::End flash back thingy::

Jon kissed the cross and put it under his shirt. He laid on the silk bed. "So much has happened in such a short amount of time. How am I still mentally stable?" He chuckled at that.

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Quatre sighed looking at his computer. He took a sip of his tea.

"Andata Academy?" Heero pointed to the map on the screen. "Yes." Quatre rubbed his eyes. "You really think it should be destroyed?" Heero gave a swift nod. "Has to be. Its my mission."

"I see. I suppose you are right, it is one of the top Oz schools. I am just not comfortable with the idea of destroying unarmed enemies." Heero shrugged. "Its not your mission. I'll take care of it in a few hours. I still need to properly equip wing. But once I do leave I don't plan to return."

Quatre sighed. "I figured that. Do you need any help?" Heero shook his head no. "Then I suppose we will be separating our ways again. Heero Yuy please take care."

"I appreciate being able to use some of your supplies. I will return the favor some day, I'm sure." Quatre shrugged. "No its fine."

Heero gave a swift nod and left the room.

"This war is becoming brutal, Heero. I hope you just realize that Oz is more serious than ever."

He fingered a article on his desk about a Gundam pilots execution.