Hello everyone. I am typing this on Friday night actually, and I'll try and see if my computer will cooperate with me to get it up on the net. If you're reading this after the weekend though, it means it didn't work, and I therefore had to take it to school and post it illegally from one of their puters. Ah well. As you might remember, Jin tried killing himself last episode.

Thank you for all your reviews everyone.

Cute lil red head: You need something to calm you down. Ritalin might do it. None the less, thanks, and I'm glad the surprises are...surprising. And it was supposed to be ridiculously easy for them to take down those guards in the hangar, emphasizing just how good they are. Hell, Heero could break into a hangar of a hundred guards and get out undetected.

ZeroYui: The action is on the way my man, but not in this chapter. Sorry. It's kinda gonna switch from peaceful to helacious unexpectedly. You'll be happy, and as for the question about whether Kreed will get violent with Jin again...check out the chapter.

Ebony Light: I always love reading your reviews. Once again, thanks for your constantly insightful thoughts. Yeah, I'm over the writer's block, probably for the rest of the story. And I know you weren't seriously insinuating I was an idiot. I was just messing with you, is all. Here's the link to my poems you requested. Enjoy. You'll also see soon that Vivian will be in this a bit more.

CrimsonBlade: The cut didn't take him down fast. I just didn't describe every second of pain. It was actually like a couple minutes before he fell to the ground. I mean, hell, anyone would loose consciousness after a couples minutes of that much blood loss. It was a deep cut.

Gundam Wing After Eve

Chapter Twelve

Jin slowly opened his eyes. Something was beeping rather loudly and rhythmically, a pause of about two seconds between each beep, and it was really annoying. Though his eyes opened, they weren't focused very well. He realized this must be because they were closed for an extensive amount of time. He allowed his eyes to adjust without making a noise, and he soon realized that he must be in a hospital room of some sort.

The thing that was beeping irritably stood next to his bed. It was a simple heart monitor, echoing his heartbeat with a high pitch and rhythmic beep. He smiled. So he was still alive. Lucky me he thought as he smiled.

Then he noticed it was a little dark in the room, a vary small amount of light coming from the hallway outside. It was night, obviously. How long had he been asleep? He saw also that no on else was in the room. "Great," he said quietly to himself. "I wasn't even able to do this right. I can kill someone else, but not myself, huh?"

He raised his left arm high enough so that he could see his wrist. Wrapped from the base of his hand up, it was covered with white gauze, a small spot of red present from where it had bled through, but not by much. It didn't hurt much, to his surprise. Then he figured that it was likely he was on some kind of pain medication.

"They are going to flip," he said as he casually leaned back again and sighed. "I wonder who'll be the first to lecture me."

"That would be me," said Kreed as he walked in the door quietly, his form silhouetted by the light outside against the darkness inside. He shut the door and turned on a small light so they could see each other.

"Hi Kreed," said Jin, looking away from his at the wall. He couldn't possibly imagine hoe this was going to turn out, but he doubted it would be good. He smiled and looked up. "Here to kill me in my weakened state?" He weakly chuckled, but Kreed showed absolutely no sign of enjoying the joke he'd just made. He frowned down at Jin from a few feet away.

"You tried to do that yourself," said Kreed. "You've been down for twenty-four hours."

"Ah," said Jin, looking down again.

"Why Jin?" asked Kreed. "Why did you do that? Why did you try to kill yourself?"

Jin looked ahead silently for a moment. "I just don't feel too good about being alive right now," he said. "I guess all my worries ganged up on me... I haven't been happy in a long time, and I don't think I ever will be, unless I am dead of course."

Kreed sighed and sat down facing Jin. "So Jin Yuy, the strongest man alive, couldn't take it anymore?" asked Kreed sarcastically. "Jin Yuy, the person who can do anything, accomplish any task, no matter how insanely impossible it is, no matter what stands in his way, took the weak man's way out."

"What are you here for Kreed?" asked Jin as he cast a glare at him without moving his head. "You think this is so easy?"

"I said it was weak Jin," said Kreed, "not easy, though now that I think about it, you did take the easiest way out."

"Well, get your kicks in now," said Jin. "Whatever shots you want to deliver, you might as well. I'm gonna have to get a talking to by everyone else eventually."

"I'm not here for that," said Kreed. "Do you know who found you, lying on the kitchen floor in gus own pool of blood, dying rapidly?"

"Can't imagine."

"I did," answered Kreed. "I walked in on your body I imagine only a couple minutes after you did it. Do you realize I saved your life? Don't begin to think I'm a bad guy here to damage you."

"My apologies," said Jin, looking away again.

"She told me..." said Kreed after a long moment's silence. "Anita told me what happened between you and Rachel."

"Great," muttered Jin. "Now only Rachel doesn't know. Or does she know yet? I wouldn't be surprised with how fast word spreads."

"No, she does not know about your feelings toward her, your true feelings," replied Kreed. "I'm sorry I beat the shit out of you because you were trying to actually help my sister. I understand what you're doing now. I can't imagine what must be going through your head Jin, but suicide is not the way out of any situation that one should take."

"It's all I have," said Jin. "It's my only way out."

"That's bull shit," said Kreed flatly. "There's not better way to say it. You're out of your Goddamned mind if you think there's no other way out than to just kill yourself. You've been given life on this planet to make a difference, to make the world a better place. We all fail, but it's true strength to be able to recover and do better as a result of your failure. If you simply fail and give up, then you're just weak and useless."

"It's not that easy," said Jin. "It's not as easy as just giving up. I think the world would be better off actually, if I were gone. I'm not making a difference anymore. All I'm doing is burdening others and putting them in danger."

"I hope you don't mean us Jin," said Kreed. "Because we're not only your friends, here to stick with you until we all die, but we're also Gundam pilots ourselves. We can take care of ourselves you know. We aren't perfect, and neither are you, so stop thinking that you have to be, lest you should kill yourself."

"She can't ever know," said Jin. "No one should ever know. Not my enemies, and not my friends."

"Honestly Jin," said Kreed. "I think she'd be a lot happier if she knew. Everyone else knows, and she will never feel the same way about anyone other than you."

"I don't care," said Jin.

"You don't care if my sister is happy or not?" asked Kreed, giving him a cockeyed expression. "You would rather Rachel live in unhappiness. If you think what you're going through is so bad, why do you put her through the same trouble?"

Jin sadly analyzed Kreed's words. If he was hurting this much, then Rachel must be too, minus the anxiety at having killed someone and having a deranged sister running around somewhere with the intent of possibly killing more people.

"Thank you," said Jin. "You're right. If it would make her happier, then I'll just have to try harder to keep her out of harm's way. I'll just have to be stronger, but that's the least I can do."

"And about this suicide thing," said Kreed. "Never do that again. You wouldn't believe how afraid we all were. For a few minutes, your heart actually stopped beating. You were dead while we all feared we'd never see you again."

"Yes, well, I'm sorry," said Jin. "I'll try my best to not get into another similar situation."

"Good boy," said Kreed as he stood up and patted his shoulder. "Now sleep. You're going to need the rest when everybody else gives you an earful tomorrow morning."

"Right," said Jin. As Kreed walked out, Jin stopped him. "Kreed...Thank you, for helping me."

"It's no sweat," said Kreed. "It's the right thing to do. You may piss me off sometimes, but it's worth the trouble to get you back on the right track."

"Got it."

The next morning...

Well, it was a strange one. He'd never seen such dramatic emotional swings in anybody before. Everyone, upon him waking up, was positively ecstatic and elated that he was alive and well. After many hugs and pleasant exchanges of words though, things went quickly bad.

He did receive an earful from every one of them about how stupid he was for trying to kill himself. Instead of trying to argue anything, he just let them have at him though, because he knew they were absolutely right to be upset at him. So he let them all drone on for some time about his foolishness, until a blonde nurse walked in with several sheets of paper and a notepad. Jin figured she was a nurse anyways, but he couldn't be sure, because she seemed a bit young, no older than twenty.

"Well Jin," she said, interrupted their berating. (Jin thanked God) "You did an incredibly dumb thing, but you're alive now, so we're past that. How do you feel?"

"Pretty well I guess," said Jin. "My hand doesn't hurt, but I'm a bit tired is all."

"She did a pretty good job fixing you up," said Stephen. "Anyone else wouldn't have been able to do it."

"Why thank you Stephen. And it's the pain medication," she said. "It's going to take a long time for the stitches to need removing, and the scar will never go away, but you'll live."

"How long?" asked Jin.

"At least a month and a half," replied the nurse. "And no piloting whatsoever until the stitches are deemed fit to be removed."

"What!" he asked. "No piloting? Wait, how do you know? Are you in on this with the Alliance and the Preventers?"

"Nope," she said. "They do not know you're here. The name is Megan Winner." She extended her hand, and Jin shook it.

"Winner..." he said silently. "From the Winner family?"

"That's me," said Megan. "You're speaking to the next generation of the Winner family, Megan Reberba Winner. I'm the daughter of Quatre. I was quite surprised to meet the next generation of Gundam pilots. My father was a Gundam pilot himself."

"Quatre," said Jin. "Of course. I saw him all the time. I was always visiting him and his mansions with my family... You're his daughter!"

"You didn't recognize me?"

"How could you not recognize her?" asked Stephen. "I mean, someone as good-looking as her is kinda unforgettable."

"Down Stephen," commanded Anita.

"I didn't expect you to recognize me anyway. We were young then. I can't just hand you over to the Preventers," said Megan. "I know they're wrong to accuse you of all this."

"How do you know they accuse us of what's happening?" asked Jin.

"Yesterday," said Stephen. "The Preventers put out a broadcast about the attack on the banquet and everything... They came right out and said we were the ones solely responsible... Hell, they even took some great shots of Wing Zero doing it all. Anyone who doesn't know what we know will think we did it."

"Dammit!" said Jin. "What did we do to piss them all off!"

"Not important at the moment," said Megan. "I talked with your friends about everything that's going on, and I may be able to help you."

"How's that?" asked skeptically. "You've already helped by fixing up my arm."

"Actually, I've got some friends that can help you, some very loyal friends that will do anything it takes to make sure the Gundams and their pilots are safe."

"And?" asked Jin.

"They're called the Maguanac Corps," said Megan. "They're the Winner private army, very friendly people that serve only us. But they're not even like servants. They're excellent friends with great hearts. They are all as kind as Quatre, because of his huge influence on him."

"The Maguanac?" asked Jin. "I've heard of them. They were with Quatre and Sandrock almost constantly, always fighting with him."

"Exactly," said Megan. "They don't fight much anymore, but they're quite formidable still... The Preventers never have been able to find them and take their weapons. They're very good at hiding."

"And they'll help us?" asked Jin.

"Of course," said Megan. "When Quatre died, they pretty much served my, but I don't often need any military assistance, so they've kinda been out of a job for a while... I've already talked with them. They have a ship in space on their way to come to a rendezvous point, where they will meet you in three days. They were more than happy to hear they had the opportunity to assist the Gundams again."

"Wow," said Jin. "The Maguanac Corps, coming to help us. That's definitely much needed help. I can't believe they are still around."

"I'll be releasing you tonight, and I'll get you guys together in a few days," said Megan. "Until then, I order you to rest until it's time for you to leave."

"But no piloting?" asked Jin, looking at his wrist. "This will al be done by then. I can't wait that long."

"You're going to have to," said Megan as she left. "Now let's leave Jin to get his rest."

End Chapter Twelve

I saved my shout out for NGTMR for last.

NGTM-R: begin transmission- You probably won't read this, but just in case... Fuck You. When I rule the world and all its armies, you're the first one that I will personally torture by sticking hot fire pokies in you eyes. –end transmission.

Just a little comedy bit there. So Jin's alive. Let's all shout for joy. Yay, whatever. So that's the old and loyal organization. Interesting no? As mentioned, Vivian will get a larger role in this story than the last, and Megan Winner will also get more appearances than just this chapter. (Stephen kinda flirted with her...HINT!)

So that's all for now. Again, I'll try with this thing to get it up.