SEQUEL TO PILOTS ON-GOING
Notes and Disclaimers: I don't own GW, but Amy, Shiane, Lucy, Jonathon, and Savannah are mine.
Pilots 2 Chapter 1"I'm back!" Sixteen-year-old Shiane Collins yelled as she ran through the front entry way from the front yard. She had just arrived at her grandma's huge mansion from driving all the way from Gibson Town with her best friend, Savannah Marroquin. While Shiane raced through, her friend followed at a more sedate pace.
Savannah rolled her blue-brown eyes as she watched her friend disappear into the back of the mansion, knowing she was heading to the kitchen. She quickened her pace and then knocked into Shiane when she reached the kitchen door. Shiane had stopped dead still and didn't warn her friend.
"Shiane!" Savannah exclaimed as she stumbled back.
Shiane was staring at the group of people inside her grandmother's kitchen, her grandma included.
There were five teenagers arranged about the kitchen and her grandmother was seated at the table. They seemed to have been talking but stopped when Shiane came racing in. Now they were all staring at the girl as if they had seen a ghost—the teens that is.
Shiane looked down at herself, she was the same as always. Being 5'5 with long brown hair that was currently braided into two braids and then wrapped up into two buns near the nape of her neck on either side, she was not imposing. Her brown eyes went to the clothes she was wearing and realized she had never changed after she had gotten home from school; she had performed one of the plays and was still in costume. It was white form fitting pants tucked into ankle high black boots and a red military jacket back when Oz was the main military force, just about 77 years ago. There was also a pair of black wire rimmed glasses hanging at the top, just off of the neckline.
Then she swept her gaze back up, around the room and then settled on her grandma, who looked amused. She frowned and walked into the room, allowing Savannah to also enter.
"Grandma, I need to talk to you. It's about my parents and living here." She said, looking away from the teens.
"Shiane! Is that really you?" one of the teenagers exclaimed. He was 17 years of age with blue violet eyes and long chestnut brown hair plaited in a single braid. He wore blue jeans with a red tank top and his arms were hugging another 17-year-old, though female.
Shiane looked over at the young man, "Yes. Who else would it be?" she retorted.
"Lady Une." Another young man answered simply from the counter he leaned against.
Shiane turned to this one's voice. He also wore blue jeans, but he wore a dark bluish-gray turtleneck. His arms were loosely crossed over his muscular chest and his long brown bangs hung over one of his deep green eyes. His name was Trowa Barton.
Shiane blushed a bit and said, "Well, I was in a school play directly before I left home and I didn't feel like changing. My part was my grandma, Lady Une."
"She always gets that part whenever the school reenacts the Revolutionary Wars. It's because she looks so identical to her grandmother." Savannah supplied from the doorway they had come through.
Just then the phone rang. Lady Une Collins rose to answer it before anybody could stop her. She was over 80 years of age and had trouble getting around.
"Hello?" the kind old lady said as she answered after the third ring. She paused, "Shiane left home again?"
Shiane groaned ever so slightly and whispered, "Since I'm betting that's my parents, tell them I'm not here yet."
Her grandmother related that and soon hung up. She turned to her granddaughter and said, "You really must start telling them when you decide to take off and come up here." She said sternly.
"Why should I?" Shiane said with a burst of anger. "When did they ever start caring where I go or what I'm doing! They're always telling me what I can and cannot do. And one of those things I can't do is come here. And you know why? Because Dad hates you Grandma. And you know he does!" She threw her hands up, stepped back to a wall and slid down it to where she was sitting on the floor. She pressed her hands against her face as her anger slowly left her.
"Holy shit. I'm sorry." She said, "I had a fight with my parents again. I'm still upset." Then Shiane sat quietly.
Everyone had been watching Shiane and now Savannah supplied her grandmother with more information.
"They were fighting about her coming up here. They don't want her to, and they know how much she loves it here and you, Grandma Collins." Savannah started. "Then Shiane told them she could transfer herself to the high school here and not put up with them."
"But they told me that I was still a minor and I had to do what they wanted me to. Then I told them I was your heir and I would transfer myself and have you as my guardian until I inherit if I wanted. They got even madder at me so I grabbed some clothes and some other things, grabbed the keys to my Ferrari and picked up Savannah. We left a note with her parents saying where we were going." Shiane said, lowering her hands and dropping them into her lap. Her anger had for the most part dissolved.
"You own a Ferrari?" Duo, the blue-violet eyed teen exclaimed. His eyes were wide as Shiane made eye contact with him.
Shiane studied him for a minute and then smiled. "Is that the hello I'm gonna get from you guys? After not seeing you for what, about a month?" she teased.
"Well you certainly aren't gonna get a hug while you look like that." Duo teased back. "You are so identical to your grandma all those years ago, it's scary." He added with a tiny shudder.
Shiane plucked at the jacket. "Well, I guess I better change. My teacher will have a fit if something happens to this outfit." She said as she slowly rose.
As she started to walk back out the way she had come, a different teen, sitting at the table, spoke up, "It's good to see you again Shiane."
Shiane turned slightly, looking over her shoulder, "Thanks Quatre. It's good to see you all too."
She left to go back out to her car and grabbed the bag she had stuffed with clothes and then proceeded to go up to the room she had always claimed as her own. She tossed the bag onto the bed and then rummaged through it. She chose a pair of faded blue jeans and a light pink shirt.
Kicking off her boots she quickly changed out of her costume and donned the other clothes in a matter of three minutes. She walked barefoot over to the vanity and picked up a brush that she always left at her grandma's home. But she put it back down to unravel her braids. As she brushed her hair she thought back to the day she had met the teens down in the kitchen.
They had been in suspended animation, in tubes that held them in a sleep that kept them from ever aging. But she freed them and discovered that they were people she heard about in stories told by her grandmother. And that they had been in suspended animation for 75 years. Shiane led them to her grandmother after that to reclaim their personal shuttles. Then she had returned to her home for a month before Christmas Break.
But now she decided to move to her grandmother's home; the majority of her inheritance. And her parents weren't going to stop her.
She finished brushing out her long hair, which had crimped a bit from being braided tightly and pulled it up into a ponytail. Before leaving her room she pulled on some socks and shoes.
"All better. Now I better go back downstairs before someone comes looking for me." Shiane said as she headed back to the kitchen. But as she walked through the doorway, she was engulfed in a pair of muscular arms.
"Holy shit! Let me go!" Shiane laughed. She knew Duo would do something of the sorts but she was still surprised.
Duo released her from his tight hug, a grin lighting his face. "We have Shiane back." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I was never lost to begin with." She retorted. She gave him a grin back and returned his hug. When the embrace ended she looked around the room and her gaze settled on her grandmother.
"We will talk later dear one. After you are reacquainted with these wanderers." Lady Collins said as she rose form her chair slowly.
Shiane noticed that her grandma was becoming slower in movement and knew she would stay with her for as long as she was needed. But she smiled at her grandmother and replied, "Thank you Grandma. Did my parents say when they would call back?" she asked.
"No. But I'm sure it will be in a couple of hours. But Lucy called and said she was going to come down." Lady Collins replied.
"Thank you again Grandma." Shiane said. She watched as the elderly lady slowly made her way out and sighed. She knew her grandma was old, but she still had fight left in her. She turned back to the teenagers in the room and found that Quatre had walked up to her.
He had blond hair with bright green eyes and was a good three or so inches taller than her. His clothing was different from the others—he wore tan slacks with a light blue button down, long-sleeved shirt.
"You're worried about her." Quatre remarked as he hugged the girl.
"Of course. She's old and getting even slower. I don't think she has much time left." Shiane said quietly.
Savannah was chatting happily with Duo and the other female teen, Hilde, when she suddenly burst out laughing.
"What's so funny, Vannah?" Shiane asked curiously.
Savannah waited until her laughs quieted before replying, "The guy who had the role of Heero. I just remembered that he messed up one of his lines."
The last teen, also the most quietest, stepped forward from the shadow he had sealed himself in, his expression questioning.
"Which line was that?" Duo and Quatre asked together, while smiling.
"I know that line. I had noticed his mess up. He was supposed to say Omae o korusu. But he got the syllables all wrong." Shiane said. She tapped her forehead and added, "But then again, that's an American football jock exchange student for you." She grinned.
Duo burst into loud laughter as the others grinned; he was American and knew how Americans were always stereotyped—nothing changed about that in 75 years. The real Heero did not look so amused.
"What exactly do they teach you about the Wars?" Heero asked in a deep monotone.
"Actually, only those who wish to learn about it sign up for it. And you have to be at least a junior to sign up. Me and Vannah both are juniors this year and we're in the class." Shiane said matter-of-factly.
"Which part of the Wars were you reenacting today Shiane?" Trowa asked, moving from his spot to lightly embrace the girl.
"Near the beginning actually." Shiane replied. "But some of it wasn't very good. Some of it wasn't what I've been told by Grandma either. And I trust Grandma more than the history books." She added, hugging Trowa back.
"That's because Lady Collins was actually part of the history. The historians didn't have everybody who played major parts to help supply adequate information for their history books." A new female voice said, coming into the kitchen from the outside door.
Everybody turned to look at the newcomer, but it was Shiane who said, "Amy! Long time no see!"
Amy, whose real name was Amethyst Khushrenada, walked into the kitchen and embraced the girl. Then she stood back to look at everyone.
"Hello. Lady Collins invited Grandma and I over for awhile. She had said you were all going to be here." Amy replied.
"Where is Mrs. Maremeia?" Savannah asked gazing around for the elderly woman she and Shiane had known for all their lives.
"Oh, she came in through another door. She went to go find Lady Collins. I think they needed to talk about something." Amy replied.
Shiane was silent for a few minutes and then heard a car pull up.
"I wonder if that's Lucy. I'm gonna go check." She said as she headed outside. Savannah followed her best friend waving back to the others.
TBC
