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Last chapter: Heero found some suspicious files while hacking. Now the guys think OZ may have the information necessary to clone people, mainly, them. Upon entering a hangar, they find out there is a new technician working on dismantling the mobile suit there. They also see a little boy... who looks exactly like Trowa.


Part 2

By: Saiya-jin Patricia, cocowinterdeathangel, and nuitnothing.

The guys stared in shock for a moment before one of them spoke.

"Is that... what I think it is?" Duo asked.

Wufei and Heero started forward, their destination obvious. Quatre followed close behind. After a moment, Duo glanced at Trowa, and they, too followed.


Patricia had been working on dismantling the cockpit system when she heard him call her name.

She jumped from place to place down the Mobile Suit until she reached the floor. She knelt beside him, asking him what was wrong.

He motioned for her to move closer and whispered something in her ear, glancing over at the rest of the room every few seconds as he did so. After a brief moment, she quickly stood up. Telling him to stay there, that he would be safe, she walked quickly out the nearest door of the hangar, grabbing her black trench coat as she went.


"Mom! Look what Mai Ling did to me!" shouted a little boy. He had make-up all over his face and his chestnut colored braid was coming undone at its end.

"Sept," laughed his mother as she knelt down to his level.

"It's not funny mom," pouted the little boy know as Sept. His mother shook her head causing a few loose strands of brown hair to sway.

"She was just playing," comforted his mother as she began to wipe the make up off.

"Ashley? What's the matter? I heard yelling," asked a concerned woman with shoulder length black hair and a pale complexion.

"Nothing much Elena, except for the fact that Mai Ling decided to give Sept a makeover," smiled Ashley.

"Thanks Mom," laughed Sept, running out of the room as soon as the makeup had been wiped off.

"That was cute," smiled Elena.

"Don't let Sept hear that, he'd freak!" laughed Ashley. Katherine and Courtney joined in the laughter. Courtney's laughter died down as she went to fixing her blond hair into a ponytail, and Katherine went back to cleaning the dishes, her light brown hair frizzy from the humid air.

(upstairs)

"Are you sure it's them?" The question came from a boy whose platinum blond bangs were hanging over his aqua-blue eyes.

"I'm sure Chris, these have to be our dads," responded another boy, his eyes being a much deeper blue, and his brown hair in much more disarray than the blond's.

"Think we'll meet them?" asked a girl whose brown ponytail was hardly in more order than the previous boy's had been.

"Of course," responded a Chinese girl.

"Then lets get out of here," pushed Sept.

"He's right. We've got our stuff, and the makeup incident will make our moms think were playing around and are fine. That means we'll have time to get to the bus stop and on our way to Winner manor before they even notice we're gone," reassured the boy with messy brown hair as he put his laptop away.

"For once Hayes agrees with me! But what do we do when we get to the house," asked Sept.

"What else, baka, we brake in," spat both Mai Ling and Holly, the two girls in the group.

"I don't think we should do that," said Chris as they arrived at the bus stop just in time.

"Shut up," said everyone in unison as they boarded.


He watched as his mom hurried out the door of the hangar. Something was bothering her, he knew, and it had to do with the guy who looked like him. He turned back, noticing his look-alike and look-alike's friends had started heading in his direction. His heart nearly jumped in his chest as he thought What if they're after Mom?

Making a decision he hoped he wouldn't regret, and hoping he could rely on the fact that most people wouldn't shoot children, he ran in the other direction, hoping to buy his mom some time.


The slightest frown appeared on Heero's face as he saw the Trowa/kid run in the opposite direction then that the girl had gone in. He knew from experience, however, not to underestimate children.

He sent Duo and Trowa after the clone child, while Quatre and Wufei followed him, running to catch up with the girl.


Trowa felt a sort of confusion when he saw the child. He knew about the cloning, and he had expected it... just... not this. He didn't think anything could have prepared him for seeing his own personal Mini-Me glancing across the room toward him. It felt like he was looking in a mirror... a long, long time ago.

The child had still shown more emotion within the short time he had seen him then he had probably ever seen himself show, but then again, he didn't exactly carry around a mirror.

He felt rather torn in half as to what he should feel as far as the child went. A part of him, left over from the war and the majority of his life, said he shouldn't care about it, that the child wasn't his responsibility, and would probably only be used against him, should he grow to care for him.

Another part of him, the one that had come from his time with Catherine, his adopted sister, and the rest of the circus group, made him want to talk to the kid, to get to know him... Maybe even be a sort of father to him.

He was getting way ahead of himself.

They hadn't even caught him yet.


Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all... Andre thought to himself. Thinking about his last thought, he grimaced. What would Hayes think? He never panicked in these sorts of situations. Not that they had been in that many of these situations, but they had been in their fair share of them. And Hayes had never panicked. That was the point.

One of those guys had looked exactly like Hayes... that meant these must be the people the others had been looking for. These must be their dads.

Suddenly he felt the urge to jump out from behind the leg of the no longer working mobile suit that was his hiding place, to let them know he was there. He kind of wanted to meet them, to get to know them. Plus, he will have met them before the others. He wondered what they were like.

A pair of blue eyes that he could've sworn he'd seen before popped up right in front of him, letting him know that his wondering would cost him. He turned to run, but another one of the guys was there. He darted between them. It would have worked, if the second one hadn't expected the maneuver, grabbing his wrist before he could get far.


"Pat!? Is that you? Why are you calling? Is something wrong?"

"Would you guys quiet down!?" Pat practically hissed, "This is a very bad time to be talking this loudly."

Pat stood in what she hoped was a safe spot in the alley, staring at the four faces on the screen.

"I saw them," she whispered.

"Saw who?" one of the girls asked.

"Them. The children's dads."

The girls on the other end of the line were speechless for a moment, so Pat was the next one to speak.

"Hey listen, you guys, this really isn't a good time to talk about thi..." she was cut off as she dropped the transmitter. They had seen what had happened though. Someone had grabbed her from behind.

They got a fix on the place where the transmission was a moment before it completely cut off. Someone must have broken it, or they would still have been able to track it.


Heero Yuy stood over what was left of the transmitter and turned to look at the now unconscious girl in Wufei's arms. What her part in all of this was, none of them yet knew, but they fully intended to find out.


A/N: This is the Saiya-jin here. How was that chapter? Anywhere you noticed it needs improvement? (Trowa isn't OOC is he?) I won't ask for reviews, as I hate it when authors beg and/or threaten for them, but, as all authors know, they are veeeery nice to have, so, please review if you feel so inclined.

Ja ne,

Saiya-jin Patricia