Author's note: This story just called out to me in the depth's of my mind…'write me!' so lookie what I'm doing :sigh: another story. In fact, the only reason why I felt inspired to write this is my music (Nirvana! Woo!) But, hey, more Gundam Wing stories for the readers or writers here. Liebe, Red Tail

Ratings: PG-13

Warnings: Action, suspense, violence, and no...before anyone asks or say's 'you killed him and her!' I didn't. There. This isn't a deathfic. Those that are of mine are usually one-shots.

Pairing: 1xR

Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing…never will...never did… But that's okay, 'cause I still have my imagination! People always have to look on the bright side of life!

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The Passion of the Teddy Bear
by: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

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Relena heavily sighed as she stood up, stretching her legs and looked longingly at the clock. The constant clicking reminded her the day was still passing, slipping like sand through her hands. Opportunities missed kept harassing her throughout the day, her birthday to be exact. Well, more like night now.

Even though the glass windows, heavily made as checked by her brother, the chirps of the frogs in the nearby lake, or pond as she liked to consider it, filled the silent business room.

"It's already eleven." The teen, now seventeen, whispered with her eyes closed while she walked towards the door. Gently, she fingered a picture kept up on a nearby shelf. Next to the picture of her family, or foster family one could say, resides another with just as much significance to Relena Darlian.

"Heero…" She closed her eyes and placed her hand over the glass that was keeping the picture safe. It was a rare moment—Relena and Heero dancing together so long ago during the war near the time they first met. The picture captured the memory forever, reminding her of the moment stuck in her heart, playing over and over like a broken record. Until it ended with an assassination attempt towards her.

"Figures," She muttered in a light voice, "It would seem as though I'm the one that's always in trouble." She looked down to the floor, thankful that she got carpet instead of wood floor and enjoyed the feeling of the plush against her toes wiggling under the tanned pantyhose. People couldn't expect her to run around all day in high heels, lower than normal or not. Luckily, she had a closed desk where she could just kick them off and enjoy the feeling of freedom.

Moonlight shimmered through the large bay windows behind her desk, lighting the room in a pale color and Relena turned, touching the glass gently. "Duo always said that the moon looked so different in the colonies…" The last trip she had, looking at the moon made her shiver slightly. Since when did the beautiful Selene look like a graveyard instead of that glowing jewel in the sky, untouchable and incomparable?

She opened her aquamarine eyes once more, now filled with concern and worry. The time was still ticking away, mocking her with each little chime or click as the cogs twisted and turned. "Heero." She nibbled on her lower lip, a bad habit she had picked up from Quatre. "Please come."

So many years ago, after the war ended she asked him to bring her present to her in person, but of course things had to interfere. Mariemaia's little revolution had made it so that any gifts for her birthday were still place right under her nose, with the man known as Heero Yuy no where in sight.

She shook her head and frowned while waling back to her 'father', having to express her concerns and worries. "Father, I'm worried. Perhaps it was too selfish of me in asking so much from him…?" The picture remained silent, like it always had.

She lowered her head in exasperation and defeat, her hair falling over her shoulders. She lifted her hands to play aimlessly with the golden tresses and her shoulder's sagged somewhat, wrinkles forming in her sleek baby blue business suit.

He had promised her, with that nod of his head that he would give it to her in person. Then…where was he? Did something happen to him?

She felt the soft kiss of wind on the nape of her neck, playing gently with some fine strands as they danced in the light wind flowing through her room. Her body froze. Since when did a closed room have a light wind?

Spinning around, she kept her balance skillfully, her body almost adapted now to surprises and dangerous situations. Plus, her brother thought it would be fun to throw her a 'surprise' birthday party. Everyone showed up at the part, even Wufei and Lady Une. Everyone that is except Heero.

The door was open, making the curtains do a little dance like puppets on invisible strings and some of her papers fluttering. A fierce look settled in her eyes as she grabbed the paperwork, which had taken hours to organize. She turned and closed the bay windows, a sinking feeling in her gut that perhaps it didn't just blow open by the wind. So, despite the cool spring wind blowing in she couldn't help but shiver and decided to lock the windows. Besides, no body could get through her security, even Heero would have at least a little bit of trouble.

She turned and gasped, eyes sparkling as a smile unlike any other crossed her features, plastering easily across her face as tears brimmed her eyes. On her desk was a white teddy bear, staring at her with beady black eyes. She picked up the object and hugged it lightly, already feeling Heero's strength flow into her body.

Her smile slowly sank and she looked at the bear with sadness. "He didn't come." She whispered out, glancing with curiosity at a sparkle around the bear's neck that caught her attention. Bending down, she looked at the bear, eyes lighting up once more when she saw what that sparkle was—a necklace.

Silver, almost golden white, angel wings made of, which she could only guess, Gundanium Alloy. She unclasped the hook with care and held the metal in her palms. "It's…" She breathed with amazement, wishing that Heero was here with her to see how happy he made her.

"A necklace." A voice finished for her and she gasped, jerking into an upright position as she lost her balance at the unexpected visitor and grabbed the desk to hold her up as a last ditch effort.

The clock chimed eleven fifty-nine, slowly counting the grains of sand away from her birthday. The ticking continued, the seconds drawing the day to an end.

"Heero!" Relena cried with happiness, not even bothering to clutch her racing heart panicked from his sudden appearance.

She got a nod, the ever-familiar patent 'hn' as he took the necklace from her hand and she smiled, lifting up her hair so he could put it around her neck.

"You came." He nodded, prussian eyes softening as he wondered just why she made him feel so…different. Why wouldn't he be like he was before? 'But do I want to be like that again…?' He questioned himself inwardly before stopping the inward turmoil he was battling. Relena would sense it and he couldn't allow that.

She turned around, looking at the necklace after it was clasped firmly around her neck. "Thank you." She looked up, staring lovingly into Heero's eyes and smiled to him.

"Hn." He nodded, not really knowing what else to say. He never really had been stuck in situations such as these, birthday parties and other formalities or social gatherings that he was unused to—and not to mention felt uncomfortable in. Which is exactly why he avoided them in the first place.

Relena giggled inwardly, 'Some things never change.' She commented as she let her stiffened body relax more, Heero being her guardian angel.

Her eyes sparkled, and he decided to add his few words before the night was over. Seven seconds until the next day. Unsure, but willing to risk it, he pulled her in for a light embrace and whispered into her ear, "Happy Birthday."

The clock chimed twelve o'clock, the start of a new and obviously wonderful day. Relena sank into his embrace and sighed with a content feeling overwhelming her as she welcomed the budding feeling in her heart even more.

Heero closed his eyes, enjoying the moment as he silently thanked Odin for his dying words, 'Follow Your' Emotions' which is exactly what he did.

"Your security needs to be tighter." Heero commented, getting a light laugh from Relena as she looked up, not letting go of him yet.

Relena raised an eloquent eyebrow at him and tilted her head. "Really now?" For some reason, she remembered that she never did get to finish her dance with Heero. Perhaps…

"Don't you have a bodyguard?" He questioned further, not liking how he easily got into the room and not to mention Relena was all by herself.

"Yes, his name is Nichol." Relena replied back, "Milliardo got him for me and he has excellent skills."

The door, even though it was locked, was thrown open roughly and showed Nichol, a cold smirk lingering on his face as he trained his gun on them before either of them could move.

"Such a pleasure to see you once more, 01." Nichol ground out with venom and a glare to go along with it. Heero sent a death glare at the former OZ soldier and that wiped the smirk off his face, leaving him with narrowed eyes at him inability to scare the former Wing pilot.

"You know him?" Relena questioned though in truth she had no idea whom she was shooting the question at. As Relena stepped out of Heero's embrace, another gun was then raised at her; one firearm now in Nichol's left hand as well as another in his right. Odds were against them.

"Of course I do," Nichol said, "I was a former OZ soldier. Your brother just seemed to forget that most people with the experience to be a bodyguard were soldiers in the war. I happened to be one of them." Heero said nothing and Relena frowned, biting her lip once more. "Your precious 01 happened to be captured at the base I was at. Until everything went down the drain with that stupid Trowa Barton and him worming his way into Une's heart."

"Why Heero?" Relena questioned, not understanding why he was after the reckless brunette and not Trowa.

"I was transferred and the base I got transferred to went under attack by none other than your precious Wing Zero pilot, standing right next to you." Nichol snapped back, "I knew I should never have trusted you."

"So what are you waiting for?" Heero replied in the kind of voice that scared Relena. Inside, something died in her to hear the detachment in his voice and sorrowfully looked at him. He had yet to let go of how much resentment he held against himself for all the war crimes he had committed.

"What am I waiting for?" Nichol repeated, now questioning himself as well as Heero. "I don't have the contract to kill you." He leveled the gun at Heero and flicked the safety off.

"What are you talking about?" Relena was wide eyed, staring at Heero's assailant as her body froze up, keeping her positioned where her feet her planted.

"I mean that the revenge would be no fun if you died so easily." He pulled the trigger and Heero's body jerked before standing still, his eyes glazing over as he fell to his knees before gravity pulled him down roughly to the floor.

Relena screamed, yet her cried were silenced with another gun shot piercing through the night and shattering the tranquility of the new morning…

TBC

Author's note:

Muahah! Cliffies! You have to admit, they are the best. Yeah, I know...another story. But…I just couldn't wait to write this! Perhaps I'm easily over-excited over some things but, hey I updated some of my other stories so I'm entitled to make another. Making people suffer with my constant writing it what I live for!

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in Liebe, Red Tail