A/N: I am sooo sorry for the delay! I've had this chapter written for so long. The only thing keeping me from posting was my mother and the fact that I didn't know what the last sentence should be. Sorry if this disappoints any of you. This will be one of my longer stories, for this is just where the fun begins. ^-^

Morning came with a comfortable silence. Duo had left her room late that night so she awoke alone and oddly cold. As she went to pull the blanket closer she winced in pain when she moved her hand. Sorrow fell upon her as she remembered she was no longer allowed back in the kingdom of Heaven, at least for the time being. Her gaze rested on her injured hand. A few of the stitches were peeking out from under the white bandages, caked in her dried blood. Releasing a soft moan she thought back to the previous day, to all that had happened. Never in her wildest dreams would she have expected any of the pilots to act like this towards her. In all the years she had known them they had never come this close to anyone. Yet, they were just getting to know her and they already were clinging to her. Of course she felt honored but she also thanked God. If it hadn't been for Him she wouldn't have met any of them in the first place.

And Hiiro, he was warming up to her. After the nights she'd spent trying to console him, get to know him, now he finally let her in. But she felt odd inside. When she had been his guardian she had been ashamed of the fact that she thought she was in love with him. Now that she was here, she might stand a chance. Then how come she didn't want it? Why was she feeling herself drawn to Quatre? Shutting her eyes she sighed, not wanting to question it. Things would work out in time. As she lay there, thinking, she noticed someone enter her room. Remaining silent she felt them come and lie down next to her, placing an arm around her waist and resting their face in the crook of her neck. Smiling to herself she moved her hand over theirs, startling them somewhat.

"Good morning." He spoke softly, embarrassed that she wasn't asleep.

"Good morning Wufei."

"You remind me of her." Usagi sighed, opening her eyes. She had avoided talking about this before, she supposed now was as good a time as any to straighten things out. Turning in his embrace she faced him, looking him in the eye. His gaze was still hard, but she saw a glimmer of hope shining in their depths.

"But I'm not Wufei, and I never will be."

"I loved you first." She shut her eyes, blocking out the emotions. She didn't want them. She wanted to be back with God, where she didn't have to worry about any of this nonsense.

"But you can't Wufei."

"Why not? You're here now, aren't you? You're one of us now." Wufei's eyebrows nit themselves together in concentration.

"It doesn't matter, it would never work. You are like a brother to me Wufei, and I could never replace Meiran." He stared into her eyes, almost pleading.

"I started hating women the day she died. Not only because she couldn't defend herself, but also because you were the one who told me to love her. I loved her because you told me to and I wanted to please you. And you had been wrong. I hated you for it and I figured if I hated other women then I could release my anger. It only made it worse. Every time I cursed one of them I thought of you. Your smile, your grace, your beauty, everything I loved about you was what I was cursing them for. It hurt." Usagi smiled softly.

"I know Wufei, and I'm sorry. I didn't know she would die. But you have to understand, I could never love you like that, and I think you know it. You've always known it." His eyes became downcast.

"You love Yui, don't you?" Usagi's eyes widened in shock.

"Wh—why do you say that?" He sighed, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck.

"Let me hold you, just this once." Usagi relaxed in his arms, gently holding him in return. His question startled her. A year ago she would have said yes, that she did love him. Now, she had to stop and think about it. It was confusing. When Quatre had kissed her, there had been a spark. Something inside of her had felt complete. She wanted to be with him again.

"Wufei…" He looked at her, smiling sadly.

"Go ahead, I understand." Smiling she kissed his forehead. Getting up she grabbed a pair of sweat pants that were off to the side and a sweatshirt and ran into the bathroom. Once she was changed she came out to find Wufei gone. A part of her felt guilty yet another part told her to go and find the one she was seeking.

Running down the hallways Usagi could barely think straight. So many thoughts were racing through her mind at one time. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if he did? What would the others think of her? It didn't matter in the long run though. She knew she had to do this, to find out for herself. But where would he be? Then it hit her. There was only one place he would be, the one place he always went to think. Smiling she dashed up a flight of steps, her feet carrying her blindly to her destination. When she neared the room she knew he was inside.

Usagi came to a halt outside the door, catching her breath. There were so many things to sort out. Her relationships with each of the pilots, her future here with them, and how she was going to live here. But for the moment all she could think of was him. She prayed she would find her answer when she confronted him. It scared her because she was acting on impulse, something she wasn't used to. All of her actions had been planned, carefully made. Now she was running around like a chicken without a head. Silently she opened the door, peeking inside. And there he was, sitting there with his eyes shut, concentration written all over his features. Standing straight she walked into the room and shut the door behind her. He looked up as the door shut, surprise in his eyes.

"Usagi, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be resting?" He stood to greet her and she felt her heart race. It was now or never.

Rushing up to him she caught him by surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck. Gently she placed her lips on his, completely unaware as to how she was supposed to go about this. She'd never kissed anyone before, not like this. At first she was scared because he didn't seem to react. Then slowly his arms came around her waist, pulling her closer as he began to respond. It felt so right. A feeling washed through her, melting her heart in the process. It was love. Not a love as great as God's but a love that meant just as much.

Quatre held Usagi in utter shock at first. His dream was coming true; she was here in his arms of her own accord. And to make it better she was kissing him. Gently he pulled her closer, not wanting to hurt her. Slowly he deepened the kiss, learning as he went along. His head was swimming with joy, tears unknowingly slipping down his cheeks. God had answered his prayer and given her to him. He was truly blessed. When they pulled away for air Usagi stared into his eyes.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I know how you love to play the piano. Don't forget, I did watch you grow up." They smiled as he chastely kissed her once more.

"I love you Usagi, more than you'll ever know." She saw the tears in his eyes, heard the truth in his words. She wouldn't say how she felt just yet. Leaning forward she embraced him, sighing. All that was missing was being in Heaven, and she would be content for the rest of her life.

Suddenly the windows in the room exploded, forcing them to the floor with a painful burst. Usagi and Quatre flew across the floor, landing against the opposite wall. They looked up as men in black came in through the now shattered windows, ignoring the flaming curtains and shards of burning wood on the floor. Two of them came to Usagi, gripping her by the wrists and dragging her to her feet. Before she had a chance to scream another man put a rag over her nose and mouth. Quatre watched as she went limp in their arms.

"Usagi!" He turned to see Trowa and the other pilots in the doorway. Hiiro, Wufei and Trowa ran forward to attack the men, Hiiro carefully shooting at them so as not to harm Usagi.

Duo knelt next to Quatre, frowning when he saw that he had been badly burned on the arm and broken his wrist. They turned when they heard a body hit the ground, stunned when they saw an unconscious Wufei propped against a wall. Hiiro was dodging bullets from a man who shot from the window while Trowa tried to get to Usagi. Quatre noticed there were six men in all. Two at the widows, two carrying Usagi and two fighting Trowa. Then, as suddenly as they had come they jumped out the window and were gone. They heard the sound of a helicopter as it picked the men up and flew away.

Hiiro and Trowa scowled as they turned back to Quatre who was now struggling to stand with Duo's help. Trowa walked over to Wufei, who was just now coming around. The five pilots stood together, Quatre and Wufei leaning against the wall for support. They exchanged a knowing glance before slowly making their way down to the hanger. It was a long walk down to the basement, silence reigning between them. And it was another ten minutes before they reached the hanger where they would find Dr. J working on the latest adjustments to their Gundams. Dr. J looked up from his place at the computer where he was solving a few problems with the automatic homing system for the Gundams. When he saw the grave look upon their faces, Quatre's limp arm and Wufei's bruised face he knew what had happened. Standing he walked over to a safe and began to unlock it. Before opening it he turned to them.

"I take it OZ found her?" Hiiro growled low in his throat.

"Hn." Dr. J nodded before throwing black suits at them along with a gun for each. They looked at him with accusing glares.

"I suppose the Gundams will be making another notorious entrance as the survivors of the war try to cause trouble once more." Quatre stepped forward, anger burning within him, shocking his comrades.
                "You knew this was going to happen! You knew OZ was going to come after her! Why didn't you warn us so we could protect her?" Dr. J merely smirked.

"Because then you wouldn't be able to try out the Gundams." Quatre's eyes darkened. Pulling out the gun he aimed it at Dr. J, clicking the safety off.

"You sick bastard! How dare you use her as bait so you could experiment with your stupid Gundams!" Duo put a hand on Quatre's shoulder.

"Q-man, you don't want to do this. Don't kill him. That's not what Usagi would have you do." Quatre began to tremble, whether in anger or sorrow none could tell.

"He deserves to die. Do you know what they'll do to her Duo?" He faced Duo, his emotions flooding his eyes. Duo didn't know what to do. Slowly he began to lower Quatre's arm, gently taking the gun from him as his shoulders slumped.

"It will be alright Quatre, I promise.  We'll get her back and she'll be fine. Isn't that right J?" The doctor smirked, his coke bottle glasses glinting in the bright light of the hanger.

"Be ready in four hours, the Gundams will be ready for take off then. In the meantime, patch up that arm of yours Winner, you certainly can't fight with it in that condition." Quatre's rage came to a boiling point as his head snapped up. Duo stumbled back as Quatre lunged forward, punching the old man square in the jaw. The man reeled back, plopping into his chair as he held his face, a look of shock upon his wrinkled features. Quatre then proceeded to storm out of the room, Duo and Wufei at his heels. Trowa and Hiiro glared at the doctor, remaining a moment longer. Trowa picked up Quatre's suit before walking to the door.

"I swear, if anything has happened to her, omae o korosu." With that he pulled his gun out of nowhere and shot. The bullet grazed the doctor's temple and landed solidly in the wall behind him. The remaining pilots walked out, following their friends to the infirmary.

As Quatre walked he felt his rage seething. It had been a long time since he'd felt like this, years in fact. He wouldn't know what to do if he found out Usagi was hurt or worse, dead. That moment before the windows had shattered had felt like a dream. He had been tempted to ask Usagi to pinch him. If he lost her before he could get the chance to hold her once more he would rather die than live. Stumbling for balance he reached out for the metal wall nearest to him, nearly falling in the process. His head was dizzy from the pain and his fingers were slowly going numb. Just as he was about to fall he felt an arm wrap around his waist and lift him up as another person's arm wrapped around him from the other side. Wearily he looked up, tears shining in his eyes.

"I didn't stop them. After all I've done in my life I couldn't even stop them from taking her." Trowa felt the pain in his chest as he saw Quatre begin to cry. He saw the softened expression on Hiiro's face as they carried their friend to the infirmary.

"We'll get her back Q-man, I promise." Trowa looked quickly at Wing's pilot, glad that his bangs were hiding his surprise. But he had to agree. One way or another they were going to get her back.