Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the series Gundam Wing. I do however own the song (it's not that great so don't get all jumpy) and the plot.

AN: I hope this is up to your standards. But I must warn you! There is a really bad fight scene ahead. I apologize for my lack of skill in writing action.

Relena Was Dead: Chapter Seven
by Wicked Child

It was well passed midnight when Triton Bloom came home. He'd been called away on an urgent mission. He'd felt guilty leaving his wife and kids so soon after just returning home. As he walked into the kitchen from the garage, Triton felt something against his leg.

"Hello Quatre," he said as he bent down and pet his Shih Tzu. "Where's your lady tonight hm? Where's Dorothy?"

The dog ran around in a circle then dashed off to the living room. Triton chuckled to himself. Crazy dog.

It wasn't until he reached the hallway that Triton noticed another presence in the home. Light was coming from the living room.

That's strange. Ana never leaves a light on this late.

Gun drawn, Triton walked into the room. There, sitting on his couch was….

"Heero."

"Trowa."

Both men stared at each other, silently assessing. In Trowa's eyes Heero truly hadn't changed or aged at all. Well his jaw is set tighter and he's here which means that he knows. Automatically Trowa's eyes looked back to the staircase.

"Don't worry Mr. Bloom. I haven't approached her yet. I wouldn't know what to say." Heero stood and despite the anger building, he gently moved the dog Quatre out of the way before walking up to his former comrade studying him.

He was still taller than Heero but his hair was no longer in its usual style. No longer did hair fall over one eye, but rather swept back off his face revealing all and yet nothing. His eyes were still unreadable as ever.

He's a handsome man. No wonder Relena fell for him.

"What are you doing here Heero?" Trowa asked as he set his gun down on a nearby table.

"Seek out the clown," came the reply.

Trowa smiled a small sad smile. "Pagan always said he would give us up before he died."

"So that was you and Relena at the cemetery?"

Trowa's eyes narrowed. "Yes I was there. No, Relena wasn't. Relena is dead. She died six years ago, maybe even earlier than that. Who you saw was Ana Bloom, my wife."

As Trowa talked, Heero's own eyes narrowed. His anger was getting the better of him. Without another word he lunged, intent on hurting Trowa. Heero didn't want to kill him, just hurt him. Badly.

While unexpected, Heero's sudden movements were something that Trowa was prepared for. The two began exchanging punches and kicks as the fight moved around the living room.

"You took her away from me!" Heero raged as he threw Trowa against a wall.

"She was never yours to begin with!" Trowa shot back as he lunged at Heero, propelling them both over the love seat and crashing into the coffee table breaking it.

"You took her away from everyone who loved her you bastard!" Heero wrapped his hands around Trowa's throat and began to squeeze.

Trowa reached back and with all his might, hit Heero squarely on the side of the face, stunning him, and enabling Trowa to get out of his grasp.

"If any of you actually loved her, you would have seen her dying long ago. Instead you kept killing her when you should have set her free." Trowa kicked Heero, making the other man double over.

"Fuck you Barton," Heero wheezed. "I was the only one who protected her."

After regaining enough of his breath he attacked Trowa again. Both men were in mid-punch when a shot rang out startling both men enough to stop their fight.

"I suggest you two quit this damned fight as you have awakened my children," Relena stated calmly as she stood at the edge of her living room in flannel pajamas with a gun pointed at the two men.

No, Heero thought. It's pointed at me.

Trowa lowered his arm and stepped away from his fellow combatant. To his wife he asked, "Where are the children?"

"Huddled in our bedroom. I told them to stay there no matter what. Quatre and Dorothy are with them."

Trowa nodded. He wiped some blood away from his mouth and looked at Heero. "Kitchen."

With her gun, Relena motioned for Heero to follow. She then looked around her demolished living room. This is going to be hell to clean. She sighed. They weren't Gundam pilots for nothing if they couldn't demolish properly. But it is an excuse to get that new living room set I've been telling Trowa about.

Aloud she said, "I'm going to put the kids back to bed."

"Let them sleep in our bed if they feel safer," Trowa said from the kitchen where he pulled three mugs down from a cabinet. He knew his wife nodded in ascent and was heading up the stairs when he realized he hadn't greeted her properly.

As Relena was nearing the second floor landing, Trowa called out to her. She stopped and turned around. "Hm?"

"I just wanted to tell you that you look beautiful tonight. And I'm sorry."

Relena gave him a smile reserved only for him and said, "I love you too."

Ten minutes later, Heero, Relena, and Trowa were in the kitchen nursing cups of hot cocoa. Relena's had a shot of Peppermint Schnapps as well.

"So what did Pagan tell you?" Trowa asked.

"Only that Relena lives and that I needed to seek out the clown," Heero replied his voice betraying none of his feelings.

Another small sad smile stole across Trowa's face. "He never could see me as anything but a circus clown." Trowa had never understood Pagan's willing acceptance of Heero and yet his adamant disapproval of him. Neither man was better than the other if truth be told.

"Whose idea was it?" Heero asked before clarifying. "To fake your death?" He looked from Relena to Trowa and back again. Trowa was right. She did look beautiful in her plaid flannel pajamas that had definitely seen better days.

Relena returned his look. "It was my idea. I was tired of not having a life, not being able to have a moment's peace for myself." She sipped her drink before continuing. "So I went to Trowa and asked if he could and would help me."

"Why not resign?" Heero asked. If she was that unhappy, why didn't she tell anyone?

"Do you think they would honestly let me?" Relena laughed mirthlessly. "Had I not died I would be stuck mediating petty squabbles educated men thought important. I would always be looked to to solve problems. You of all people should know what that's like."

Silently Heero agreed. He too found it tiresome that everyone looked at him to lead and have all the answers when in truth half the time he didn't even know what he was doing. "So why Trowa? Why not me or Quatre?"

Relena looked at Heero balefully. "You would convince me otherwise. I was still a symbol for you the way I was a symbol for the people. The other pilots included."

Relena looked at her husband and her face softened dramatically. "Except for Trowa. He knew that I was a mere mortal, a woman who had needs." To Trowa directly she said, "You saw me for what I really was. A lost little girl alone in the wilderness getting more and more lost and lonely."

Trowa walked over to his wife and embraced her, stroking her customary bedtime ponytail. "You were never lost Lena. Not really. You just needed to be found."

Despite the pain caused by their deceit, Trowa loved his wife and wouldn't change anything. He had known someone would find out the truth, namely Heero but he didn't care. Relena was worth a thousand deaths and tears.

He looked over at Heero and felt a moment of fear. Yes he knew that Heero would be the one to find out and that man was the only person Trowa had ever truly feared. Trowa was not afraid of the man because he was considered "perfect" in all aspects of soldiering duties or anything of that nature. He never feared Heero's death threats whether it in words or glares. If he really wanted, Trowa could have easily beaten and killed his former comrade. Many times.

No he did not fear Heero for his abilities. He feared Heero because of the effect he had on Relena. She had loved him at one time, though nothing ever occurred for that love to blossom. But Trowa knew that Heero was still in love with Relena and he had always had a power of the woman. A marriage and children could not keep two people apart if that's what they wanted.

"Well that's just so sweet and endearing," Heero spat. He had their lame excuse of love and sanity but that didn't answer Heero's true question. "So tell me Triton, what do you do for a living?"

Trowa stared at him for a long time. He finally came to realize he absolutely hated Heero Yuy. "What business is it of yours?"

"Plenty. You see, I'm still a Preventer."

"Your point?" Trowa stepped away from his wife and faced Heero.

"Have you gone back to your old ways Nanashi? Are you prostituting yourself as a merc again or are we mistaken that you aren't responsible for certain skirmishes and assassinations?" When Trowa didn't respond Heero prompted again. "Well Nanashi?"

Trowa eyes flashed dangerously, fire burning deep within. "Don't you ever call me that again."

"Isn't that your name?" Heero questioned maliciously.

"My name is Triton Bloom."

"What? You got tired of Trowa Barton?" Heero taunted. He was being unduly cruel and he knew and the best part was that he didn't give a damn. "So who's the poor sap you took your name from this time? Did you kill him yourself or have some doctor's assistant do it for you?"

Trowa's body began to tremble with rage. Yes, he hated Yuy with a passion surpassed only by his love for his wife and children. If Relena had not been present, Trowa would have literally ripped out Heero's heart.

"Triton Bloom is my birth name. If anyone is Nanashi, I suggest you look in the mirror." He had to control his rage. "At least I now have proof to who I am and my past."

Heero's eyes narrowed dangerously. He was itching to hurt Trowa again.

"And if you must know Agent Yuy," Trowa seethed. "Yes I am the one responsible for recent activities."

If Heero had been hoping for Relena to shrink away from her husband in horror, he was sorely mistaken. Instead she wrapped her arms around his waist comforting him.

"Calm down honey," she murmured. "You don't want to do this. We both know you are no longer Nanashi and that you never were." Relena could feel his body tremble in anger. It took a lot to anger him and it was usually only her voice that could calm him down. Heero's presence wasn't helping matters.

Heero was silently stunned. The biggest pacifist had married a former mercenary who had gone back to his old ways of killing for hire and instead of shunning him she was comforting him? How was that possible?

Slowly Trowa was able to reign in his anger, though he kept throwing daggers at Heero whenever the Preventer was in his line of vision.

"Heero," Relena said, her voice cutting through the tension. "Why are you here?"

The Preventer looked at the deceased Vice Foreign Minister. She was looking at him with concern in her eyes though for whom the concern was meant he was unable to determine just then.

"If what your husband says is true, I need to take him into Preventer custody and back to headquarters in Europe." Heero looked at Trowa who merely looked back at him impassively, anger fully in check. "Once there he'll be interrogated, most likely under intense conditions as he seems to be a rather disagreeable fellow."

No reaction came from Trowa who fully knew the organization's interrogation tactics on certain types of individuals. He gave Heero a curt nod in understanding. Relena was a different matter.

"I refuse to allow you to take him," she stated emphatically.

"That's not your decision," Heero retorted. "Dead women don't get to decide."

Before she could respond, Trowa placed a hand on her belly to silence her.

"We knew this would happen one day," he said softly. "It was part of the package."

Relena looked up into his green eyes. "They're going to interrogate you."

Trowa nodded. Heero remained silent, watching.

"I remember what you told me about Preventer interrogations."

Again Trowa nodded. "And I will keep my silence."

Tears began to rim Relena's lower lashes. "They're going to hurt you to talk," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "They'll try to make you scream."

Trowa's face became determined. "Then I will scream in silence. I will not be broken. I cannot be broken. I have a wife and two children to come home to." Trowa eyes softened as his hand pressed itself against her belly. "Make that a wife and three children."

Heero's eyes hardened as he watched Relena finally break and bury her face into Trowa's chest.

"Let's go 03."

The love that had been in Trowa's eyes just moments before fled as they turned on the Preventer invading his home.

"Allow me to tuck my children in bed." Without another word or glance, Trowa was upstairs leaving the former princess and soldier alone.

Relena swallowed the remainder of her tears and looked at Heero. No malice, no hate, nothing that resembled ill will housed within.

"Tell me Heero," she said softly, her voice still like a soft song. "How is Natalie?"

"Papa, do you have to go?" Bella asked sadly.

Trowa smiled at his youngest. "I'm sorry Bella, but I don't have a choice."

"But you just got here!" Maxwell protested. He'd been happy when he saw his father come into the room, though is appearance was rather messy. He figured that Papa and Mama were making him another sibling. Instead he found out that Papa was leaving again.

"I know son but I have to go. As I said, I don't have a choice." Trowa held back his tears and he looked at his two children. He saw their hurt and confusion mirrored in one another and was currently unable to assuage any of it.

"Are you and mama getting a divorce?" his son asked impulsively.

Trowa laughed despite the situation. "Do you even know what divorce is Maxwell?"

The boy nodded. "It's when a son's papa moves out and never comes to see his son anymore because he hates him and would rather spend time with his new whore toy from Dairy Queen."

For a moment Trowa was speechless and not by choice. "Where," he began before stopping, shaking his head then continuing. "Where did you hear that?"

"Jonny Moyer. That's what his papa did."

Trowa kissed his son and said, "Well you don't have to worry about that Maxwell. I'm not going to divorce your mama and she's not going to divorce me. Okay?"

The boy nodded satisfied and snuggled further under the sheets.

"Papa?"

Trowa looked over at his daughter. "Yes milady?"

"Where'd you get that cut?" Bella pointed to a half inch cut on his left cheek bone.

"I don't know milady."

"Does it hurt?" Concern filled her wondrous green eyes.

"Just a little," Trowa admitted.

Bella climbed out of the bed and crawled over to her father before standing up and kissing him gently on his wound.

"All better now?"

Trowa nodded his heart in his throat and full of love. God, please don't take my family from me.

Happy, Bella got back in bed next to her brother.

"Can I do anything to repay you milady?"

"Sing me a song?"

"Which one?"

"Our song," Bella answered lovingly. If she had her way, she'd be married to Papa.

Maxwell rolled his eyes. Inside he was silently hoping their father would grace them with the song his mother had taught him.

Trowa smiled and began singing softly.

Bye oh bye
Bye oh bye
Bye oh bye sweet children.

Go to sleep
Go to sleep
Go to sleep and rest your weary heads.

Dream your dreams
Dream your dreams
Dream you dreams and wake up anew.

Bye oh bye
Bye oh bye

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Dream your dreams
Dream your dreams
And know that your mama loves you.

Bye oh bye
Bye oh bye

Go to sleep
Go to sleep

Dream your dreams
Dream your dreams
And know that your papa loves you.

Trowa's voice cracked as he sang the last line, tears choking him. He hung his head, letting the tears flow freely, while is children slept soundly.

Relena and Heero watched in the doorway. Tears fell from Relena's eyes to match those of her husband while Heero looked unmoved his face made of stone.

"Remember this Heero," Relena whispered and looked at him. "Remember what you do to us."

Heero's look was all he needed for a response.

"An adult's wounds heal Heero," she answered. "A child's stays with them. You should know." With that she walked into the room.

Heero remained in the doorway, filing Relena's words way for later contemplation.