Written for my Wufei/Relena claim at beat(underscore)of(underscore)destiny, on livejournal. For the themes "trust" and "good luck".


"I trust you."

Those three words, and lives are suddenly in my hands. What am I supposed to do now? You just placed all the responsibility, all your needs, all the little details that are somehow important -- all these, in my hands. I'm not the strong one. You are. You're the pilot, the strong one, and I'm the woman. I thought you thought women were weak?

"You're strong."

No. No, I'm not the strong one. You are, Wufei. I'm just a woman, a politician, barely an adult, still brushed by childhood. You're the one who has seen things. You're the one who has lived. I have always been... sheltered. No, I'm fragile.

"You have a different form of strength."

There's only one that's important. When I go out there to speak, they'll see a frail girl, barely even a woman, presuming to tell a mob what to do. They'll kill me, because I have no strength to stop them. That's your strength.

"Words are your strength."

That's... true.

A kiss, brushed across my lips, for luck. A squeeze of my hand and a nod. That's all the good luck I get from you, strong one. Wufei, I can't...

"You can do anything," you say quietly. "Good luck."

You give me strength.