A/N: It took me a while, but here is the first chapter. Its short I know, but once I have a little more time I can promise that the chapters will become much longer. Any reviews are appreciated, as always.

Ashe Nightingale: Thanks so much for being my first reviewer. Hopefully this story should last a long while. And yes that was the point of the prologue. - I like to keep my readers hooked.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do however own this story, its plot and any original characters.

Chapter One: The Waltz Begins Anew

At the Preventor's H.Q.

Oh Treize. If only you could see what we have accomplished after the war. Earth and the Colonies, working together. Who would have imagined that we would come together under the Preventors name? All of us. Preventing war, so no one has to be hurt anymore. What would you think of this? Would you be proud of us? I think you would and perhaps, a little bored. You always needed excitement in your life, Trieze.

Lady Une traced the gently smiling face of her beloved that beamed up at her from beneath the glass of the picture frame.

Trieze.

How I miss you. Trieze…

"Lady Une?"

The former commander of Treize started from her daze, and shuffled around some of the dossiers on her desk. She looked at her pile of intelligence that had been collected with a sad eye. Every folder held what could be equated to a ticking time bomb that could destroy the peace she and so many others had fought so hard to obtain.

"Yes Cynthia?"

"A mister Zachary Smith to see you ma'am." The secretary watched her earnestly, waiting for a response.

"Send him in then." Une sighed, she was about to receive more intelligence from one of her best operatives, second only to a certain five teenagers. She smiled as she thought of them. Well, their actually more like men now. It seems like yesterday that they were risking their very lives for-

"-Une? Lady Une?" The masculine voice pulled her away from her thoughts. She blinked only to find Zachary standing in front of her, dressed in the usual Preventor uniform that did nothing to emphasize the color of his watery blue eyes. She smiled softly and gestured to the small brown chair in front of her desk.

"Please, Agent Smith. Take a seat."

"Thank you Lady." He handed her a dossier that was slightly thicker than the rest that sat piled on Une's desk. She paged through it, scanning the notes that were scrawled on the papers inside. She placed the folder open on her desk directly in front of her. A black and white glossy photo of a stout little man in a lab-coat stared up at her. Accompanying it were several other photos of gruesome subjects. Some were of animals partially mutated, still more of experimental surgeries and two of human test subjects in what seemed to be excruciating pain. She avoided these pictures even though her heart tightened in pity for these…things and turned immediately to the daily notes taken. Her eyebrows arched in surprise.

"It says here that you were supposed to remain as an operative at Syntax Labs for three more months." Her eyes met his searchingly and then traveled to the large bandage covering his left ear. "What went wrong?"

Zachary grimaced, obviously noticing what she was eyeing. "It was out of my hands." He stood and began to pace the length of the room, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and flicking it opened and closed in the habit of an anxious smoker. "My cover was never compromised, I was getting good information."

"Sit Zachary."

He did so.

"So why were you dismissed? I have to admit that several of my peers were not pleased with that fact."

"I apologize for any problems I might have caused you Lady Une, but there was nothing I could do about the dismissal, even if I could it would have jeopardized the entire operation. I did find out some very interesting information, as you'll find in that file." He gave a little half smile. "Almost by accident. In fact if it weren't for a certain Santa Manuela," a gravely laugh rose from his chest, "I wouldn't have found anything nearly as interesting."

He paused and grew serious. "They're experimenting in the paranormal sector. From what I've gathered it's a sort of serum combined with some kind of electronic mechanism, an implant maybe. Whatever it is, X96203 is extremely dangerous."

"Do you know the basic purpose of this experiment?"

"It's stated in the brief, but maybe it'll be easier if I explain it in person. X96203 amplifies mental capabilities, but only in a select few, with certain…"

She grasped his meaning instantly.

"Talents? In other words you're saying that their testing on …"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"That's impossible."

"From what I've seen I'd say that it is quite in the realm of possibility."

"Oh god. How far are they?"

"Far enough that it- whatever it is can manipulate sound waves."

"That's why, your ear-"

He winced, and touched the offending area.

"Yes. But they can't control it yet."

"Heavenly mother preserve us all." She ignored the odd look he gave her. "If word gets out of this to any of the underground organizations-"

He nodded.

"Exactly. This peace will be over and we'll have another coup on our hands, possibly more than one. And each and every one of them will want to take control of the government."

The exposure of such a serious discovery left them both silent for a moment.

The silence fell heavy on Lady Une. Both she and Zachary had seen the ugly side of war, and neither wanted to see it again.

"What do you suggest Agent Smith?"

"The problem is in the experiment itself and its creator. Destroy them."

"Nothing is ever that simple. You of all people should know that."

"What other choice do we have? Even if we throw everyone involved in an adamantine prison, the knowledge will leak out somehow. It is mankind's flaw. At risk of breaching my rank Lady, I must tell you I believe this to be the best solution."

Une nodded, her eyes showing a deep pain.

"Zachary, you are one of my closest friends. I needed your advise and you gave it. You are also one of my best Junior officers, and I am agreeing with you. Better one die, then one thousand more."

"Exactly…you might want to consider putting a group of special individuals on this assignment."

"I don't know if I could put them through something like this, their healing still. The wars have left their marks upon all of them."

"So has their training."

"We shall see."

"It's for the sake of peace, Lady."

"I will call a meeting between ten of our best operatives. If we're luck we can form our team from them. If not…Well then, I suppose we won't have any choice but to use the pilots' talents." A tremulous smile quivered upon her lips as a new thought crossed her mind. "I guess you can't use that alias anymore."

They stood. Two people each fighting in their own way for the precious peace between earth, the colonies, and now the terra-forming project Mars. He turned towards the door, but her voice halted his movement.

"Oh and you had better take care of that ear. I need you in the field…and next time maybe you'll have a better name than Malcolm".

They shared a secret smile.

"I will Lady."

The door clicked shut behind him leaving Lady Une in silence.

Lady Une surveyed the group of people in front of her.

"I've called you here today because I am hoping that a select few out of you would volunteer for an important mission. The peace each of us has helped achieve is in jeopardy. I and several other people have reviewed your records and all of you are prime candidates. Each one of you has a specialty that could benefit this operation."

She passed around dossiers to everyone at the long mahogany table.

"This is a rough idea of what is going on, copies of the experimental files. Some information has been omitted for your protection. Once your officially part of the team you'll receive the full amount of data we've collected including blueprints of the building. Any who are interested should call the contact number at the bottom of the front page."

She took a deep breath. Please. Let one of them be the godsend we need so badly.

"Your all dismissed. I hope to hear from you soon."

Please, God…Her train of thought paused there, and the laughed inwardly. Since when have you become so religious? She thought to herself wryly. Even after all that I've seen I still need to know that there's something more. I need to know that Treize is still here. Maybe not physically, but this way I can talk to him. Yes. Maybe that's why. Or maybe its human nature maybe we need the idea of a God. Maybe. She shook her head. Jesus Une, you've gotten cynical haven't you.

"Cynthia, has anyone called in yet?"

"No ma'am." The petite woman turned to go back to her office. Une's voice stopped her.

"It's been a day since I called the meeting. Their not going to call are they."

She squelched the wave of disappointment that was rising inside of her.

"No ma'am. I don't believe they are."

Une nodded. She knew this already.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Lady?"

Lady Une studied the picture of the great leader Treize Kushrenada.

What would you do Treize? His face smiled up at her, and suddenly it seemed almost as if there was a tiny whisper in her mind. She could almost swear that she heard his voice.

"Yes Cynthia there is. Call a meeting of the ex-Gundam pilots."