Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam SEED, but I do own the plot and all the characters I come up with on my own

Hey Everyone! I'm back! I Tried to make htis chapter as long as I could. I hope that it is long enough.

The next Morning, Miriallia's eyes fluttered open dreamily, because she was still half asleep. The first things her eyes saw was the ceiling. She was about to close her eyes when she realized something. "Wait a second! This isn't the ceiling of the cell I was in."

Miriallia quickly and abruptly sat up and searched her surroundings. "Where am I? I don't remember coming here." The room she was in was rather plain, better than the cell she was in, but still rather plain. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of furnishings. There was only a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a chair for in front of the desk. But, there was one thing that was clear. It wasn't an empty room, like Dearka had said he was going to find for her. Instead, it was rather well lived in. There were a few pieces of clothing strewn about. "Obviously whoever lives here isn't a very neat person" She was slightly taken aback because she always, always, kept her room neat and tidy and she would never allow a room of hers to get into this much disarray.

She got up from the bed that she was lying on and started to walk about the room. Then, she heard a noise coming from behind a door. It sounded like water running. She quickly strode over to the door from whence the noise was coming. She grabbed the door knob and, after quickly composing her self, she flung the door wide open.

The door didn't make very much noise, so it wasn't heard by the person in the shower that someone had just entered the bathroom. Miriallia looked quizzically at the shower stall. It was one of those showers that have the glass door that is semi- transparent, but you're not really able to see very much because the glass is kind of bubblely looking. She couldn't make out who was in there, but she could tell that, whoever it was, they had a very nice, muscular body. The person also had very dark skin and lighter hair.

Then it dawned on her. "Dearka!" Surprised, she walked out of out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Dearka heard the door close. So, he opened the shower stall, only to find that no one else was in the bathroom with him. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, not even bothering to dry off. "I think I might have some explaining to do" he thought as he opened the bathroom door and saw Miriallia, her back turned towards the door.

"Miriallia? Are you ok?" Dearka was about to go over to her and turn her around, when she did it herself.

Miriallia turned around to face Dearka. Upon seeing him, her face, which already had a blush on it from walking in on him in the bathroom, became an almost vibrant red at seeing him with only a towel around his waist, revealing his muscular upper torso. "Dearka? What does this mean?" she asked, motioning with her hands towards the bed. Dearka had a confused look on his face until she added, "I slept in your bed?"

Dearka flushed beet red and stuttered. "No!.. Nononono. Nothing….nothing happened!"

Miriallia looked skeptic. "So, we didn't… you know" She made some obscure gesture with her hands.

"No!" Dearka shouted and tripped over himself. "I haven't ever done…well… you know, with anyone, especially not you!"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Miriallia took offense at this.

"What?... Oh!" recognition spread across his face. "I didn't mean it like that. I would be more than happy to…but, I would never take advantage of you just because you fell asleep in my arms." Dearka was flustered and could barely get the words out.

"More than happy to? You haven't ever done that with anyone?" Miriallia thought, confused, but said out loud, "I see. So, what did happen?"

Dearka went over and sat on his bed, thinking about the best, and least flammable, way to say it. "Well, you see. I had told you that I was going to find you a room…"

"Yes. And it seems that you found me yours, am I right?" Miriallia interrupted him, fumingly.

"In a manner of speaking, yes. You see, you fell asleep, crying in my arms, so I carried you to one of the empty rooms…"

"Wait a second! You carried me?" Miriallia sat down next to him, on the bed.

This little maneuver didn't go unnoticed by Dearka because he blushed the minute she sat down next to him. "Yes. Anyway, Ijust left you and I went to sleep in the empty room." He heaved a sigh. "So, you see, we didn't do anything".

Miriallia smiled her sweet smile.

"Oh god, I love her smile!" Dearka couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I understand now, so don't worry. I'm not mad at you any more." Miriallia thought a moment. "So, you haven't been with anyone?"

Dearka flushed at being asked so personal question. But, he had been the one to mention it. "No… Oh, look at the time! If I don't leave now I'll be late for my shift!" Dearka ran back into the bathroom to change his clothes and also to avoid the very personal question just addressed to him.

Miriallia smiled her sweet mischievous smile. "I have to admit. It is cute the way he stumbles over himself like that." Miriallia wasn't quite sure why she thought that, but she was beginning to realize that he was a very nice young man.

Miriallia sat there, thinking to herself for a few moments, when Dearka came running out of the bathroom. "I have to go now. You will probably have to stay here, at least until lunch time, when I can take you to another room." Dearka speedily told her as he gathered a few things to take with him, such as some random papers and his hand gun. "Sorry, Miriallia." He stated and ran out of his quarters, leaving Miriallia alone in his room.

Miriallia sat on his bed, looking about his messy room. "as long as I'm here, I might as well clean up for him a bit" Miriallia stood up and proceeded to tidy things up a bit. She found several articles of clothing stashed under his bed and she neatly folded them and laid them in his dresser drawers. She rummaged around through his dresser, tidying it.

Miriallia poke her hand through his pile of unfolded clothes, in his dresser, searching for a missing sock that went to the one she was now holding in her hand, when she hit something odd shaped at the bottom of the drawer. She clasped her fingers around it and pulled it out. When she did, her fingers trembled under its weight. She knew what it was. "It must be his extra hand gun!" Miriallia mind tumbled around with thoughts of what she could do now. "I could use it to escape from here. I could shoot the door down and make a run for the docking bay."

Miriallia shook her head. "No, I wouldn't have a chance. There are too many ZAFT officers patrolling the halls. I wouldn't get past them. They'd shoot me down with out a thought. Besides, I may be perfectly safe where I am, they may not kill me after all. I am pretty safe because I am allied with ORB and they will keep me from coming to any harm. I probably won't be harmed so I'll be fine. Besides I have Dearka here to keep me safe." Miriallia was surprised by what her own mind was saying. " Dearka keep me safe? Why should he do that? He's with ZAFT. Right now, he should be my enemy because ZAFT is who is keeping me prisoner." But, for some reason, she felt safer, knowing that Dearka was there on board. She still couldn't figure out why. "I don't understand. I'm not that worried that I will be harmed. Kinda like how I felt with Toll. Oh! Miriallia! What do you think you're doing comparing Dearka and Toll? They are two very different people!" Miriallia couldn't believe her own mind. It was taking her on these random thoughts that she didn't want to explore at the moment. So, she forced herself to come back to realization. She remembered the gun in her hand and she promptly stuffed it back into the dresser drawer.

Miriallia, ignoring the gun, shuffled through his drawer some more, trying to sort out his clothes. After sorting that one drawer, she moved onto the next. She folded the clothes on top and progressively moved towards the bottom, folding the clothes. After this was done, she moved on to the bottom and final drawer. She opened it up, for this one was actually closed, and discovered that it was neatly arranged, unlike the others. He must have either not used this drawer very often, or was more concerned about it's contents well being. On top lay his old red elite uniform, the very one she saw him wear on the Archangel. She was about to close the drawer up, since it obviously didn't need straightening, when she caught a glimpse of the corer of a picture she recognized. It had been taken right after the war and it was a picture of Kira, Lacus, Cagalli, Athrun, Sai and her. But, the place where she was on the picture was cut out. Her face and upper torso was entirely missing from the picture. "What the…" She was mildly creped out by this. She had found a picture with her head cut out of it. She wasn't sure what to think.

She quickly placed the picture back in the drawer and pushed it closed, to get it all out of her sight.

She stood up and paced back and forth on Dearka's bedroom floor. She pushed the picture out of her brain and tried to focus on something else. She started to clean up some more, but, vowed not to look in any more drawers.

Dearka worked speedily all through out the day. As it turned out, he was too busy to eat, not to mention leaving and taking Miriallia to her new room. So, when his shift finally ended, he rushed out of the bridge, speedily.

But, before he could actually step out of the bridge, he heard Yzak's voice usher him back. "Just a minute, Elsman".

"I hate it when he calls me by my surname." Dearka sighed and turned to walk towards Yzak. "Yes, Commander Joule?" Dearka also hated referring to Yzak as his superior.

But, it seemed to please Yzak because a small smile played across his lips. "Come to my office." Yzak got up from his chair on the bridge and walked over to the door leading to his office, which was connected to the bridge for convenience.

Yzak lead Dearka into his office and before Dearka could take a seat Yzak stated grimly, "ZAFT has ordered the immediate execution of Miss. Haww."

Dearka was upset by this, but tried to make light of it so his friend wouldn't see the hurt in his features. "You just don't beat around the bush, do you Yzak?"

"I find that it comes to no use. You still end up with the same result either way you chose to introduce the point." Yzak stated in the monotone voice he used when he wasn't losing his temper.

Dearka bent his head down, sullenly. "I know. I was just hoping that it wouldn't turn out like this: that ZAFT would value its relations with ORB more than the Earth Alliance." Dearka reached in his pocket and pulled out a wallet. He flipped it open and beheld a small cut out picture, to Yzak. "And that I might be able to be with her." Dearka pushed the picture in front of Yzak's face. "Miriallia. She is so beautiful. Don't you think?" Dearka looked almost as though he was going to cry. But, he pushed the sobs, that were threatening to come, back down his throat so his friend wouldn't think the less of him, seeing him cry. "I think I'm in love with her, Yzak." Dearka stated this with finality so Yzak couldn't even try to pursue it. It was hard enough for him to just utter it.

"I'm sorry, Dearka. But, I have to follow my orders." Yzak looked truly concerned for his dear friend's feelings.

"Can you at least give her till tomorrow? That way I can tell her tonight when I go back to my room to get her. It will give her time to adjust." Dearka pleaded this one point with him.

Yzak nodded. "Alright, I'll give her till tomorrow." Yzak dismissed Dearka but, stopped him as he was about to leave the office. "Did you say that you have to go back to your room to get her? You mean she spent the night in your room?"

Dearka didn't answer. Instead, he just flashed Yzak a Mischievous smile and left his office.

Dearka walked rather quickly towards his quarters. When he got there he walked in and greeted Miriallia. "Hi Miriallia! How are you? Did you do ok while I was gone? I'm sorry I'm late but I was swamped with work, so I just now got the chance to take you to your new quarters. You aren't hungry are you?" Dearka said this so fast that she wasn't even able to put a word in.

Miriallia stood up and said, just as fast, "I did fine Dearka. And I completely understand about your not getting me till now. It's alright. I asked one of the guards out side to bring me some food, and they did." She assured him.

"Good. I'll show you to your room." He grabbed a hold of her wrist and practically yanked her out of his bedroom. He was frantically searching his brain for the best way to tell her that she was going to die tomorrow. He couldn't think of one.

They arrived at the quarters he had chosen for her; they were rather nicer than his. He unlocked the door and walked with her into the room. Miriallia looked around a bit but, then, noticed Dearka muttering to himself. "Dearka, is something wrong?"

"No, no…well…actually, yes." Dearka was thinking of the best way to word it.

"Yes?" Miriallia prompted.

"I just found out that ZAFT has ordered you to be executed because of the assassination attempt you witnessed." Dearka blurted it out as fast as he could.

"Oh!" Miriallia stood in utter bewilderment for a moment and then gathered her senses. "When are they having me killed, exactly?"

"Miriallia, don't you are that you are about to die?" Dearka couldn't understand why she was suddenly appearing so brave. He knew he wasn't that brave right now.

"Because, Dearka. I've kind of prepared myself for this, just in case it was to happen. Besides," she sat down on her bed, "I'll be dying for a just a righteous cause." She straightened herself up, making her appear all the more noble to Dearka. "I'll be dying for the sake of peace." With this, though, she let out a single tear.

Dearka saw this and went to her side. With the flick of one of his long fingers, he wiped the tear off her cheek. "Don't cry, Miriallia. I'll figure something out." With that, he turned and abruptly walked out of her room. He couldn't bare to see her cry anymore.

He made his way back to his room, somewhat calmed down. When he walked in, he saw how clean the place was. "Wow! I haven't seen this place this clean since I moved in." He got undressed and got into bed, for, by this time, it was late. He turned out the lights and contemplated what he could do to save her from this predicament. She was going to die and he didn't want her to die. He wanted to continue seeing her smile and those big blue eyes that were full of vitality and life. "I want to hold and protector her forever…I want to see her face when I come home…I want to…want to…" And with those thoughts, he drifted off to sleep, leaving the problem to be contemplated only in his dreams.

Do you love me or what, for giving you that really nice cliffhanger? Hehe.Don't worry, though, cause I should post the next chapter soon! I am entitling it "The Solution". It's kinda corny, now that I mention it, they are all kinda corny, but it's the best I can think of. (shruggs shoulders). Oh well.

So, what do ya'll think? Was it long enough? I think it was the longest one that I've written. please review after reading.

Thanks. See you next Chapter!