Disclaimer: The characters and timelines from Gundam SEED don't belong to me. Just the plot.

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Hey readers! -starts singing- Guess who's back? Back again! -looks at everyone's scared face- Ok I'll stop...(I never really liked that song anyway...) But seriously, Hime is back with the final chapter! Fisrt off, I want to thank all the faithfull reviewers, because you all motivated me to write faster then I normally do! Second, I want you to know that I wrote this God-knows-how-many feet up in the air (yup, on the plane) so forgive me about the weirdness of ow this final chapter turned out. Third, in chapter 1 I started with a flashback. Since this is called the future, it's only right I end it with a 'flashforward', right? Fourth (yes, this is the last thing...), forgive the OOC-ness of the characters. Again, it WAS the cabin pressure getting to me. Plus I wanted to add something somewhat funny to the story. So that's it! Enjoy the future!

The Future: Remembered

Her field of vision was completely black. Well, that was because her eyes were closed, and she really had no energy to open them either. Her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, or it'd just been used as a punching bag. The voices outside didn't help too much either.

The ZAFT commander was really in one of his moods today. Poor Dearka was the one who had to suffer his wrath now. Yzak shoved some folded clothes towards his friend rather forcefully. He'd let out a grunt, as the area that he'd thrown them at was his gut. "Yzak…"

"You should have seen the look I got when I asked for these!" he said furiously, folding his arms. "It's one fact that it's hard to give a civilian a uniform, but it really wasn't an objection since I asked for it. But when I asked for a uniform for that Natural, I might as well have said 'Yeah, I'm going to sleep with her tonight' and gotten the same reaction!"

Yes, Commander Jule in super-pissed mode. "You're too uptight, Yzak," sighed the blond, re-gaining his posture. "I bet it wasn't that bad. Thanks for doing this for me, though. She might cause some problems, but I'm sure she'll completely understand."

Before walking back to his duty, he told Dearka one last thing, "I don't see why you're so fixated on this woman. It's because of people like you that third generation coordinators are rare these days."

The tanned coordinator grinned, "Well if you're so worried about that, maybe you should go find yourself a nice coordinator girlfriend."

It was at that moment when a girl from the bridge floated up towards them. "Commander Jule, the Pilot is requesting you." Her pale hand rested on Yzak's shoulder, while the other tucked a strand of blue hair behind her ear.

"Right, I'll be right there," he floated alongside the girl, Sapphire, glancing back at Dearka, who gave them a friendly (but suggestive) wink. Yzak gave his 'I'll-kill-you-when-I-get-off-duty' glare.

He looked at the clothes in his hands; it was the green ZAFT uniform, much like what he was wearing. He stepped inside his quarters, and looked upon the still form lying in his bed. It wasn't until he'd gotten closer, though, before he noticed her eyes were half open. "Hey…" he whispered, shaking her shoulder slightly.

They opened a bit wider, and she now seemed conscious of what was happening around her. "D…Dearka? What are you doing here? Where am I?"

"A ZAFT ship…" he began to explain. That was enough for the brunette to hear, before having the great urge to throw something. The closest something happened to be a pillow, which she threw will all force she could muster, and squirm out of the bed. That is, until the zero-gravity made it quite hard. "Miriallia! Hey, come back here!" he pulled her down again.

"Let me go!" she protested, trying to wriggle free, but wasn't any match for a coordinator. Then after a minute, she stopped struggling, partially from the headache. "What difference does it make? It's not like I have anywhere to go in space!"

"Please," Dearka tried to remain as calm as possible. If someone heard he was having problems with the natural, they'd assign someone else to look after her. "I didn't really have any other option. Going to another nation's territory was absolutely out of the question, and I wasn't about to leave you lying in a pile of scrap metal." She looked like she was going to protest, but he continued, "Or should I have left you there and you'd just continue being 'Naoko'."

Miriallia remain quiet, thoughts running through her head. Things were still very jumbled in her brain. Not everything was clear. She was then handed a pile of clothes. "Here. Go in there and take a shower. I think you'd want to, after being out for a good day and a bit."

"I'd never put on a ZAFT uniform. That's traitorous against Orb."

"Humor me here," he replied quickly, "Orb will forgive you. Besides, if you were to walk around like that, who knows what kind of abuse you'd get." Seeing as she wouldn't win this one no matter how hard she tried, she took the clothes from his hands and floated over to the bathroom.

Inside, she turned on the water, knowing exactly how to function it, remembering the Archangel. Thinking about those things made her head hurt, though. Even if she'd regained parts of her memory, there still were things that were foggy.

She had to admit, the hot water made her feel a bit better. She watched the drops fall from her skin and into the drain. She wasn't sure why it had fascinated her, but no matter. She had nothing better to reminisce about.

On the other side of closed door, the coordinator was preoccupied with his own thoughts. He'd been slightly overjoyed that he'd gotten to see Miriallia once again, but now things really wouldn't be the same. Sure she'd remembered a few things, but what about everything else? He wasn't sure to tell her anything, since it might stir a repeat of 'The Archangel Attempted Murder/Rescue' as he liked to call it.

Not to mention he'd have to deal with the council most likely. Plus add on the hell he'd receive from Yzak, which he partially obtained already.

Then again, he thought who he was doing it for. He gazed back to the door. She was worth it, or at least he hoped she was. At that moment, she walked back in, sporting the green uniform. She was scowling slightly, tugging on the hem on the skirt. "Don't worry, you look fine," he said quickly, seeing her discomfort.

She went to sit beside him, giving him the evil eye. "Don't give me that," she spoke coolly once facing him. Her remained silent, in thought, trying to word things properly. Dearka waited patiently. Finally with a sigh, she continued, "Look. I just wanted to tell you there are still things I'm not clear on. There's especially this one thing that keeps bothering me. It was a picture I had back at home, with me and this boy. But…every time I think about it, it hurts right here." She placed her hand over on the left side of her chest.

He assumed she meant her dead natural boyfriend. He wasn't going to say anything about that to her, since then she might go crazy again and faint. "And if you know, don't say anything either. I'll find out on my own terms, thank you very much." Her arms here folded and she looked quite stern.

Without thinking, he smiled, "Deal."

Then there was an awkward silence between them. "So…um…where are we going, exactly?" she asked somewhat nervously.

"The PLANT colonies," he replied. Maybe that was a bad move, as her eyes widened.

"PLANT? Are you serious? No! No, no, no, I will not go to PLANT! It was bad enough wearing a uniform, but going there is just as bad! I'm not allowed! I'll be a traitor to my country!"

Dearka backed up at the sudden volume change. "H-hey! Why do you freak out so easily now?"

"I am not freaking out! I'm just upset!"

Okay, fine…he really didn't want to argue. "Sure, but will you pipe down a little bit? Things won't be good if my commander shows up."

At that moment, the sliding door opened, revealing the person who seemed very displeased with the noise. The silver haired commander folded his arms crossly. "Dearka, I thought you said you could keep her under control. And you, stop your whining."

Miriallia turned towards Yzak, not caring how important he was in society at this point. The tanned skin coordinator made an X with his hands, but too late. "You!" she pointed a finger, "shut up! I don't need two people telling me to calm down!"

The other looked taken aback. That was a first, someone telling him to 'shut up'. Right… "What did you say to me?"

All Dearka could do was rest his head in his hand. This would be a very long few days…

"Alright, well see you later, Kira, Lacus!" Miriallia waved and set out in her own direction. It was getting late, and she still needed to take a shower, dry her hair, do her makeup…and the list went on. She had been on her way home when the couple had passed her on the sidewalk.

She hopped on a bus that would lead her just in front of her house. It wasn't to crowded this Saturday afternoon. She paid her fare and took a seat near the back of the bus. She watched the citizens of Orb come and go quickly out of the window.

Before she knew it, she was up the stairs to her tiny apartment, that was one of a few flats on the block. She fumbled through her purse, pushing aside empty film canisters for the most part. She unlocked the door and stepped into the rather tiny place.

She dropped her things in the hall and kicked off her shoes. She continued down the carpeted hall towards her room, and into the bathroom. There she took a nice long shower, and washed her hair with jasmine scented shampoo. She'd been preferring that one lately.

Stepping out, she quickly dried herself off, and put on a long blue robe. She wrapped her hair in a smaller towel, then opened the door to her room, breathing in cool air, instead of humid. She walked over to her dresser, and gazed upon the pictures.

She picked up the first one; it was the Archangel crew right after they'd left Orb. She pushed that one aside and grazed her fingers upon the picture with her and her first boyfriend. Miriallia lifted it and took it with her as she sat on her bed.

"Tolle…" she whispered his name, but it didn't hurt as much anymore to look at him then before. Her finger slid along the glass, wondering if he'd just spring through the picture like the whole thing was some sort of big joke. That incident had been forever ago, though.

Her bedroom door opened suddenly, and she quickly placed the picture face down. She glared at the figure in the doorway. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"Ever heard of locking your door?" he replied hotly, leaning against the doorframe. He was dressed in a suit, all prepared for the festivities of the night. "Oh by the way, you look gorgeous. Is that the latest fashion?" he pointed to her robe and toweled hair.

She grabbed a pillow and threw it towards him. He shut the door to avoid getting hit, then reopened it, chuckling. "A little violent today, aren't we?"

"Out, Dearka, before I personally skin you alive." He took his warning and closed the door once again. She heard his footsteps along the hall.

She sighed and took the picture of her and Tolle from the bed. It'd been about a year since the war had been over, and things were anywhere from normal. Of course there were still the occasional conflict between naturals and coordinators, but nothing to go to war for. Miriallia had gone back to Orb, still working as a photographer for the paper, but locally now. Dearka…well that'd been a little complicated. After the war was once again over, he'd temporarily disembarked from ZAFT and made his home in Orb too, with only the promise he'd join the PLANT if war should happen to break out once again.

Well, when he made his home in Orb, it was more like Miriallia's home…in Orb. It was actually Cagalli who'd suggested the idea. Let's just say he'd been rather amused at the thought. There probably wasn't any surprise in seeing there had been some kind of chemistry between them, or there could easily be.

She hoped Tolle wasn't mad, about her moving so quickly. Then again, all Tolle ever wanted was for her to be happy. So she could live with Dearka, and still honor Tolle's memory, right?

A knock on the door startled her. "Are you daydreaming or what? We're going to miss the party at this rate. And someone won't be pleased at that."

"I'm coming, just wait a minute!" she called out, unwrapping her now dry hair. Quickly she threw on her outfit that was pre-planned, and quickly styled her hair. Within another ten minutes, she opened the door. "Okay, done. Happy?"

He bent down and gave her a peck on the cheek, "Very." Then he breathed in deeply. "You use that jasmine shampoo stuff again?"

"You're sharp," she said, pointed to her nose on the way out the door.

"But of course." It was kind of funny, their relationship. From murderous one encounter, to living together a few years later. Not only that, people actually wondered if they were together, or they were bitter enemies, she constantly biting his head off.

'Perhaps', she thought, 'it's Tolle's idea of a joke.'

END

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...yes...okay so it was abrupt! Sue me! (actually, don't...) Either way I babled enough up there so now I just wanted to take this space to say 2 things. One is to tell you guys about 2 new fics that are slowly making it's way onto my computer. Dearka/Miriallia for both of course!

First one which will probably go up first is called: Inspiration. It's a one-shot, and not too much of the pairing in it (well it's about them but I mean it's a light pairing...if you get what I mean). Anyway, Dearka's a university student at Orb, sitting in the park, looking for something to fill his sketchbook with. He needs a really good drawing to get this big part of his mark. So who shows up but Miriallia, waiting on a park bench for someone. Bingo! Just the inspiration he needed! (Did I mention this is totally AU?)

Next one is a multi-chapter AU fic. Romance is the key with this one, plus the other major part is drama. (I'm just so darn evil, making it hard for them.) Here's how: 'The Game of Love' works. The Elthmans and the Hawws have been divorced for a couple of years, and somehow as fate should have it, Dearka's father and Miriallia's mother start to formally date. It's only suspected that the two should soon be engaged. But the kids who have still never met each other are far from thrilled. Especially when the do meet one another. A short while later the tables turn, and the two aren't quite sure how to handle this newfound love. Especially since it'll soon be illegal. So who'se happiness do they value more? There own? or their parents? (Find out!)

...I'm especially excited to write The Game of Love. I have such thoughts buzzing through my head now! -insert evil laugh- so what do you guys think? Let me know okay?

Last but not least a BIG HUGE thanks to all the reviewers (again!) I wouldn't have been able to continue without your support! Hugs to all! Hime is out (for now...)