Gundam Reborn By Kimmi Ann

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing; if I did I wouldn't need financial aid for college now would I? This fic. Is purely for my own entertainment, I am not making any money off of it so please don't sue cause I really want to stay in school.

Key: "blah" talking, 'blah' thinking, /blah voice over the phone

-Chapter 1, Athanasia/Thanatos-

Three old friends met in the small spaceport of a small backwater satellite. All were solemn as they climbed into the same cab and headed to the hospital. The three men were in their mid 20's and are dressed casually.

Halfway there two of them started to bicker. The Japanese looking man, dressed in a hunter green button-up long sleeve shirt and khaki pants, started firmly, "Duo leave Wufei alone. This isn't the time for you two to be fighting."

"Yes sir. Mr. Yuy sir," mocked Duo. He wore his traditional all black with his long chestnut brown hair in its braid.

Wufei just rolled his eyes at the braided pilot and smoothed out his blood red button-up long sleeve shirt and black dress pants. His hair was in the same ponytail as it had been when they where 15. "Always the clown, aren't you Maxwell."

Duo just gave the Altron pilot his cheshire grin and the rest of the ride went with out words. Ounce they arrived at the hospital, Wufei paid the driver and the three headed to the ICU waiting room. "What's the guy's name? The one who brought Kat in." asked Duo.

"All Trowa said was that they were good friends of theirs," replied Heero.

As they walked into the waiting room a tall man in a navy blue button-up long sleeve shirt and black pants walked over to them. His hair covered his one eye as the other green orb looked at them full of sorrow. Duo looked up at the Heavyarms pilot and asked softly, "How is he, Trowa?"

"Better, he just came out of surgery we should be able to seem him shortly," replied Trowa. Then, seeing some people walk by, said in a lower voice, "Now we must use caution. The Preventers have labeled this a warm spot for trouble. This used to be an OZ base and not everyone here is pleased with the new government. Winner is not associated with 04 but they know us. We have changed in the ten years since the war but our names." His words trailed off as they nodded their understanding. He led them to where he had been sitting.

Once seated Duo asked, "So who brought him in?"

Trowa looked thoughtfully at him then off in to space. Across the room a woman about the same age as the pilots walked over. "I did," she said. A smile played at Trowa's lips as the other three pilots stared at her. Under his breath Wufei said something about women, and her amber eyes flashed with anger. "Ah Trent, I believe this is your friend Kim Lee, correct?" she asked, the anger in her eyes switched over to mischief.

Wufei was about to retort when Trowa nodded and firmly said, "Yes." Wufei said nothing but growled his frustration.

Duo, seeing that she knew who they where and some of their quirks smiled as he stood and extended his hand, "Max Dee at your serves."

"Nice to finally meet you Max," she replied with a grin and a firm handshake. She turned to Heero, "And you are?"

"Hito Uno."

"One person? I like." She commented with a nod of greeting.

"And what is YOUR name?" snapped Wufei.

She smiled sweetly at him and the others and said, "My name is..."

"Excuse me Miss. You came in with Mr. Winner, correct?" interrupted the doctor.

"Yes."

"He's has woken up and everything looks as if he will make a full recovery."

"Thank you doctor, may I go see him?"

"If your family or have his family's permission," said the doctor. "Its hospital policy."

Duo, Heero, and Wufei looked at each other and wondered which of Quatre's many sisters they should call when our mystery girl said, "I'm his fiancée."

With that the three exchanged a look of shock, surprise, and confusion. After the doctor and the woman left the three rounded on Trowa for an explanation. Trowa's visible eye was twinkling as his lips showed signs of a suppressed smile at his friends' reaction. "Spill it!" demanded Duo.

Trowa just raised his eyebrow but remained silent.

"Aren't you and Kat still a couple?" asked Duo. 'Why have we only met this girl now when she was apparently closed to Trowa and Quatre? And why isn't Trowa bothered by the fact that she just claimed to be Kat's fiancée? Is it possible that he and Kat are not longer together? But if that's the case then why didn't they tell us? Arg, my head is hurting.'

Trowa nodded but still said nothing.

"Then why did she..." Dou started, obviously distressed that his friend was hiding something form them.

Trowa raised his hand silencing the confused Duo. "She is a good friend of ours. She was the one who brought Kat in. And Quatre pulled the same stunt when he had brought her into the hospital five years ago, before they even became friends. Her past is as dark and with as many secrets as our own. She can be trusted. But if you want to know more about her or her relationship to Kat ask them not me."

After that they sat in silence. Twenty minuets latter she came back. A few pieces of her chestnut brown hair framed her face because they had escaped her long ponytail. Her black jean jacket was now slung over her shoulder showing her blood red baby doll tee, which matched the embroidering up the legs of her black flared jeans. As her one hand stayed her jacket the other played with the silver coin that hung around her neck.

Trowa stood up and gave her a hug, he whispered, "I told them very little. I didn't even mention your name Athanasia."

She whispered back, "You could have told them my name, Tro."

They pulled away and Trowa asked, "So how is he?"

"Slipping in and out of sleep, and still very gray. The doctors said that's normal from losing as much blood as he did. We're lucky that the bullets didn't hit anything major." Athanasia shook her head, "Kat is through the worst of it, but its going to be a long road of recovery."

"He should have been better protected on this back woods satellite. He is an important political figure and large corporate head." Duo said, his concern and worry laced in the statement.

Athanasia drew herself up to her full height and glared at him, "He had the best protection that anyone including the Vice Foreign Minister could ever have, the Maguanac and I where on top alert."

Wufei smirked, "Of course he was, and that's why he has three bullet holes in him. How stupid of us."

"Listen, Kim, you don't know what happened back there! You can't plan for something like that. Not even the Zero system could predict it," she snarled just loud enough for the pilots to hear.

Trowa just nodded his head sadly while the others just stared at her in shock. 'Zero? How does she know about the Zero system? Could she possibly be connected to the Gundams? Maybe the survivor stories about a Red and Black Wing aren't such tall tails after all.' thought Heero.

Athanasia headed for the exit. 'I should give them a break, they don't know about me or my past, but something about all of this is rubbing me the wrong way. Anyway I should try to find this Olympus group that is trying to ruin this hard gotten peace.' she thought as she neared the door.

"Hey, wait," called Duo. She turned and gave him a look that said Let-me- go-now-and-you'll-prefer-the-outcome. "Ah, well, can we, I mean, we don't know your name. So, ah..." Duo stammered.

Though her face was expressionless she was laughing on the inside. 'They want to know my name? First they think little of me and now they want to know my name? Okay, I'll give them a name.' she thought. "If you mush have a name to call me, call me Thanatos." And with that she left.

Trowa's visible eye became large when he heard what she wanted them to call her. "Hey Tro, you look like you've seen a ghost. What wrong?" Duo asked.

"It's been years since she when under that banner," replied Trowa with a frown.

Heero raised an eyebrow, "Was that her name during the war?"

"Yes," nodded Trowa, "it's the Greek word for death."

"Why is that wo..." started Wufei but Trowa's sharp gaze stopped him.

"She already feels guilty for what happened, more so then she should. She is right no one, not even Zero, could have predicted what happened." The sharpness in his eye was replaced with sadness, "We've had ten year since the last major battle. We've built new lives for ourselves; we can identify with things other then war. But for her it's only been a few years. Where she is the only one who had successfully moved on was Kat, and he even ran into a few snags after." Trowa sighed, "I'm going to go see Quatre." And with that he left the three standing alone with many questions.