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)

Sorry for not updating for so long. Not going to make any excuses, just sorry. Also have a new obsession for Kyou Kara Maou. I think I just might start to write some KKM ff… muahahaahhaha…. Now, on with the story.

Reflections of the Past

Part 23

"I'm going out there, Heero," Duo struggled against Heero's gentle restraining hold, Odin standing next to the tribe chief. "She is here for me."

Heero hissed in annoyance. "And that is the reason you cannot go out there!" Worry for Duo stabbed incessantly at Heero, although he knew that his mate's only chance of return was now stalking through the village. "You have more than yourself to think of now." He stared meaning fully at Duo's large swell.

There was a large explosion of flame, causing everyone in the room to whip their head in the direction of the disturbance.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still dumb, still as lucky." Dorothy was still as she was, ice blue eyes with that disturbing forked eyebrows, lithe slim body and that braid, that long blonde braid.

Heero's attention was riveted on that braid. Duo's memories, Duo's salvation.

"Dorothy, what is going on? They said you tried to kill me," Duo asked, truly bewildered, yet there was a trace of hope that filled his expression. It was a slim hope that he hung on to that this was a bad misunderstanding and that what he was told about this woman he saw as his sister was nothing more than a bad joke.

Dorothy was twirling the end of the braid, a sneer on her lips. "Of course I tried to kill you. You killed Solo."

"Solo was a murderous psycho. He tried to kill my mate and my son," Heero growled. "Of course he deserved to die."

The sorcerer's eyes flashed and Heero went flying, through the wall of the dwelling. "Solo didn't deserve to die. You killed my husband, you deserve to die." Those ice blue eyes flashed again. "And so do you." She turned to look at Duo.

Duo felt the surge of energy before he even saw it and he was picked up by the neck by some invisible force. He felt his air being cut off and was losing consciousness fast.

"Let him go!" Heero croaked, getting to his feet with some pain. He stood in front of a confused and cowering Odin. "Let Duo go!"

Dorothy shook her head, clicking her tongue in mock sympathy. "But he is no longer your Duo anymore isn't he? Not without this," she lifted the braid, brushing the tip of it over Duo's cheek.

Colours, images… everything clouded in Duo's mind as the pain he felt so long ago swamped him. A cry of pain strangled in his choked throat.

"Awww… memories hurting you, Keiran?" The sorcerer taunted.

"Let him go, Dorothy," Gee called from the doorway. "You lost any right to him long ago."

Another surge of power, this time from the direction of the aged Healer and Duo landed abruptly on his knees, pain shooting up his thighs and reverberating in his back. He bent over coughing until Heero crawled over to him, gathering him into strong arms.

"Are you alright Duo?" Heero asked, staring at Duo's reddened face.

Duo nodded, keeping an eye on the ever advancing sorcerer and the new arrival. He gathered frightened Odin into his arms, hugging the boy tightly.

"Gee, you know her?" Heero asked, holding his mate and son protectively, shooting dagger glances at the Dorothy.

Dorothy's eyes narrowed on the aged Shifter. "You… you bastard! Still around?"

"Waiting to take you out," Gee said, his eyes wary, his body tense.

"I don't see why you bother," Dorothy flicked Duo a glance. "He should have been mine, until your meddling gave me his brother. Solo wasn't the teaching fee we agreed upon."

Horrified gasps filled the air, announcing the arrival of Quatre, Trowa, Zechs and Wufei.

"What does she mean, Gee?" Heero asked Duo's former mentor in a dangerous tone while his mate cowered in confusion.

Duo was besieged by images that had no relation to the life he had led so far, but it also didn't have any relation to his missing memories… did it? His head hurt, everything hurt, and oddly, his heart hurt. He wasn't particularly close to Gee, but at this betrayal, he felt something in his heart give way. It felt odd and the urge to cry started to build within him in awesome proportions.

Dorothy stared at Gee with something akin to satisfaction gleaming in her dead blue eyes and settled down for a while, watching her former 'student' squirm his way through an explanation with five very irate Shifters.

"Gee," Zechs barked, and when a tribe chief addressed one with that tone, there was no holding back.

The old Healer sighed heavily and took a deep breath, shooting an angry glance at the sorcerer before starting his story. "I wanted to learn the arts to help in Healing," he shot a beseeching gaze at Duo, willing his student to understand. "There is only so much a Healer can do, you know that Duo."

The said person was still curled up in Heero's arms, trying to reconcile the sister that existed within his head, and the same person who had almost killed him a moment ago. Heero's heart clenched in sympathy at his cowering mate and he continued to whisper soft words of encouragement to him.

"Go on," Zechs ordered tersely.

"I found her completely by accident. She taught me more than I could ever imagine about so many different things," Gee continued still staring at Duo, pleading him to understand. Unfortunately, his student was pressed against his mate, a pained expression on his features a testimony of the pain he was going through remembering. "But she wanted something."

The sorcerer shrugged. "A fee for lessons taught, I only found it fair."

"You wanted Duo's power!" Gee yelled at the blonde woman. "You wanted him for your twisted purposes!" He looked at his student again. "I knew you were meant for something wondrous, I just never knew how wondrous," aged eyes dropped onto Odin, who pressed tightly against his parents for protection. "Whatever it was, I could never let her have you!"

"So you gave his brother to her instead?" Trowa sounded completely incensed.

"Solo was… acceptable," Dorothy shrugged. "He was not Duo, but he had a wonderful reservoir of power that kept me young and powerful." Still she kept her distance, standing in between Duo, Heero and Odin and the rest of them. Her prey was so close, her revenge was going to be so sweet. She needed to maintain the upper hand.

Duo looked at the person who he thought was his sister, the person who took his life away and implanted one for him, the one that twisted his entire life into a huge cruel joke. He couldn't even remember his life before this, he couldn't remember Odin or Heero as he wanted to and it was woman's entire fault. His precious memories were tainted by her hand and if what they had been saying was true, that long braid was his. It held the key to Heero's love, whom of which Duo used to be.

"I fell in love with him," Dorothy's expression hardened as she levelled a glare at Heero. "And you killed him!"

"He deserved to die! He was insane!" Heero yelled, moving his body to shield his family from the dark sorcerer's wrath.

The sorcerer's features twisted into something unspeakably evil as she took a step toward the family huddled on the floor, throwing one hand up to build a shield around the other members in the dwelling and to stop Gee from trying to help Duo with his magic, however weak it was.

"No, matter Heero," Dorothy smiled coldly at Gee's desperate attempt to blast through the wall she had created. They would watch, they would watch and agonise at their inability to help. Like she had with Solo. How she had only been able to witness her mate's death at the cruel hands of this Shifter. "For you will be joining him soon."

"Heero, no!" Duo screamed, as a shaft of pure light came streaming out of Dorothy and shot through Heero.

The tribe chief's eyes were wide open, as if shocked as he dropped his head to stare at the sword made from pure energy run him through. The light disappeared as soon as it came, leaving a gaping hole in the middle of Heero's chest.

"Father!" Odin screamed while Duo could only watch in silent horror as Heero fell to his knees, crimson blood starting to flow from the chest wound that still smoked.

Heero turned to face his mate, his love, his world one last time, whispering a final, "I love you," before falling over.

Dead.

…tbc…

Alright guys, before the flames start to flow… please remember one small detail, this is NOT a deathfic. It may seem like one, but since I am the author, I call the shots on when miracles would take place and this is NOT a deathfic.

For those of you who has been reading my stuff, you know I am always guilty of thinking in cliffie stares guiltily at Annie Maxwell, so this is just something I couldn't resist.