Disclaimers: Don't own any part of Gundam Wing nor it's characters. Merely borrowing them for a little torture.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (because I suck at yaoi) , major A.U, some OOC I think, mpreg (mentioned, implied, so on)

A/N: Sorry, sorry, but I have had a really bad manga obsession! Anyone that can tell me where to get Nitta Youka's Haru Wo Daite Ita's drama cd, either on IRC or online shops gets a cookie!!!!! HELP!!!

Reflections of the Past

Part 16

He hated that thing that stood before him. Loathed him with every fibre of his being. He killed his brother, he murdered the one person he loved more than anything in this world. He put a knife through Solo's throat. He hurt Dorothy, made her cry.

He must die.

The knives felt wrong in his hands. It didn't belong there, but no, it was right, he was meant to kill this murderer. The murderer knelt before him, his eyes closed, waiting for absolution.

Someone was screaming in the background, a voice whispered in his head, 'kill him!' Another was keening softly.

The murderer said something, called him something else. It didn't matter, he must die, he must pay. Revulsion twisted his normally gentle soul as he raised his knives for the killing blow. Something soared in his heart just as something precious died. It didn't matter, Solo will be avenged.

He took a deep breath and began running, his weapons held high.

A soft flutter deep within him, soft but insistent. He dropped his knives in shock, dropping to his knees. Instinctively, hands came to press against the soft mound that was his stomach. The hate, the loathing, the revulsion, the desire for revenge, it all melted away. It died along with the flames of revenge within him. Someone was still screaming at him, telling to kill the man in front of him.

Why would he do that? He was a doctor for God's sake, why would he even consider taking a life?

Kieran blinked, coming back to himself in a rush. The last thing he remembered was feeling dizzy and then passing out. So who were the two people that were in front of him at the moment and what the hell was a fire going on in the middle of the woods?

There it was again, that soft movement deep within him. What was wrong with him?

Dorothy, Dorothy was here, she was screaming, asking him to kill someone. Kieran raised his head and looked at the man he remembered killing his brother. No, he didn't want to kill him, he didn't even hate the man. Why not? Why didn't he? A thrumming pain began again.

"Duo?" The blond man was calling him that same name the other one had. Who was Duo? Why do they keep insisting on calling him that.

Something told him that this man would be able to help him. "Something is wrong with me," Kieran whispered, hands still clasped over his stomach. The fluttering had eased, but it was still there. Despite his fear, Kieran found it oddly soothing.

What was Dorothy saying? She wanted Kieran dead? His own sister? What was going on?

The other man was screaming something about a braid and the fire was snuffed out. Pain clawed at Kieran's soul. Dorothy hated him blamed him for Solo's death, blamed him for letting his brother die.

"What's wrong?" The blond was by his side in a flash and then another one, the other man. The man he should be ripping his heart out right now, but Kieran just couldn't. There was something about this man that he should remember. Something was telling him that he must remember, but his head hurt so much when he tried. His mind was so confused right now, everything was in a blur.

"Something's moving inside my stomach."

The two in front of him had conflicting emotions written all over their faces, but it disappeared to fast for him to properly read it. The blond put his hand to where Kieran's was at the moment, and as if by contact, the movement flared in intensity once more.

"Do you remember who you are?" The blond asked him.

"Doctor Kieran Walker, but I have no knowledge of any sort of ailment that could cause this feeling," Kieran choked out.

The blond sighed, exchanging a troubled look with the dark haired man. "My name is Quatre Winner and this is Heero Yuy."

"The man who killed my brother," Kieran said without malice or accusation but saw Heero wince. Their names were odd, but were tantalisingly familiar. Who were these people that looked so foreign?

"I…" Heero began but was cut off by a look from Quatre.

"How are you feeling right now?" Quatre asked, peeling back Kieran's eyelids, much to the other man's annoyance. The blond was satisfied with what he found.

Kieran batted the hands away. "Confused as hell. Who the hell are you? Why did Dorothy want to kill me? Why did my sister want to kill me?" In the end, his voice came out as hurt confusion. Arms came around him, about to embrace him before stiffening and falling away. Kieran lifted shocked eyes to Heero, who was trying desperately to calm the pain and desire to comfort that was swirling in his expression.

"That wasn't your sister!" A new voice announced.

The trio turned to see another small group of gorgeous looking men coming towards them. Kieran was going beyond confused. Who were these people and why were Quatre and Heero looking so relieved to see them?

"Wufei!" Quatre called out and rushed to meet them halfway. Kieran could see that the blond was telling the group something and at a very fast pace.

"Are you hurt?" Heero asked him softly.

The man had yet to leave his side and his dark blue eyes had yet to leave his face. Kieran had the uncomfortable feeling of being swallowed by cobalt blue eyes. Why was he looking at him this way? And why wasn't Kieran able to feel more than detachment right now? Everything was pleasantly numb, but he was sure given a few hours, it would soon fade.

"Who are you people?" Kieran asked with increasing confusion.

"We need to get you out of here and back home, where you belong," Heero announced, in complete take charge mode. He helped Kieran to his feet and pulled him gently toward the group that was gathered.

Kieran planted his feet, resisting the hand around his upper arm. "I'm going home, alright, but not where you are going to take me. I'm going back to my home and asking Dorothy what is the meaning of this," his tone was resentful, but try as it may, he couldn't muster more than that to direct to Heero. Here was a complete stranger who killed his brother in cold blood and was about to drag him off to God knows where and he couldn't get a reaction from himself that was more than slightly annoyed. What the freaking hell was wrong with him?

He was suddenly grabbed by the stronger man and shook gently. "She is not your sister, you don't have a sister!"

Kieran shrugged of the hands. "Of course not, I have a brother, whom you killed," he repeated, as if he needed to remind Heero once more of his crimes, which he still couldn't dredge up anymore hate for Heero since the initial. He noted Heero was now holding onto his temper and looking a few moments from exploding. "She is my brother's wife."

"Your brother couldn't have had a wife."

"And why not?" Kieran was managing a little volume, but something in his brain had been switched off and was still pleasantly numb. "You seem to know a lot about him and me. Stalking him before you made your final kill?" Why was he provoking this man? He knew that he was a killer with no remorse and would be able to cut him down in one simple step. However, Heero has had many chances earlier to dispatch easily, yet he did no such thing. He even went as far as to allow himself by killed by Kieran in an effort of trying not to hurt him.

Instead of decking him as Kieran fully expected, Heero stalked away toward the group gathered, leaving him standing there with his mouth agape. Some perverse pleasure caused him to follow in the other man's heated footsteps. Heero had almost reached the group, who was still listening to Quatre respectfully when Kieran finally let loose.

"Look, Mr Stick-Up-My-Ass (1)," Kieran began. Five pairs of astonished eyes turned toward him and what he intended to say stuttered to a stop. The rest of them just looked positively shocked. "What?" Then there was that same flutter again, softer this time and he gasped in fear, pressing his hand to the affected area. Once again he looked to the blond, Quatre, he wasn't sure why.

The blond looked resigned and sighed pretty loudly until another man, taller, just as handsome with an odd hair style of his bangs falling over one eye came forward, his arm curling around Quatre's shoulder as if in support. Kieran prided himself at being able to read people, and if he read them right, they were a couple. But a couple of… what?

"Du… Kieran," Quatre amended, drawing the doctor down to the ground. "You need to sit for this."

Heero, still a little ticked off but oddly resigned, joined Kieran and Quatre on the ground. The rest of them fanned out, leaving the three alone as they monitored the clearing for unexpected visitors. The fire may have attracted a lot of attention, but they knew Quatre wouldn't let them leave without telling their new 'guest' the full story.

Myriad possibilities filled Kieran's head as he tried to run through the type of illness he might have contracted and wondered how Quatre had been able to diagnose it in him after such a short time. "I can't think of any symptoms, Quatre."

"It is not a symptom," Quatre sounded like the words were being dragged out of him. "It's the quickening."

Kieran nodded before saying, "What?!" If his eyes were considered large before, it was definitely huge now. "Of all the freaking… Do you know what a quickening is?" His hands tightened over his midsection.

"Yes, I know. Kieran, you're… you're pregnant," Quatre blurted. The last word came out almost breathless.

Kieran stared at both Quatre and Heero for a moment before shifting his gaze to the tall man still standing behind Quatre. Unexpectedly, he started to laugh, peals and peals of laughter, coloured in total disbelief. It went on and on and after a moment he slumped against Heero, still chuckling with glee. The others stared at him as if he was insane. "Pull the other one," he said when he managed to get enough air into his lungs.

"Pull what other one?" The tall one asked, exchanging a confused look with the other two. "By the Ancient, he is speaking like a Man."

Kieran shot him an insulted look. "I am a man, and this isn't very funny. I'm not a seahorse."

"What's a sea horse?" Quatre uttered.

Kieran knew his mouth was hanging open. He felt a hand reach over and push it shut for him.

"We have been living in the Forest all our lives. This is the second time we have left it. We know nothing of the sea," Heero explained, having lost all irritation for him. There was an oddly indulgent look as he gazed at Kieran which was doing weird things to the doctor's pulse.

"Living in the forest?" Kieran frowned staring the group of men. "You people have a weird nature thing going on or what?"

The tall man was shaking his head in resignation. "I have no idea what he's talking about. Do all Men talk this oddly?"

"We are from the Forbidden Forest," Quatre explained, his expression intense. "We are Spirit Shifters."

tbc…

(1) Duo called Heero this in Fates.