Note: I figured it was about time that I updated this story. I wasn't sure which to update…trying to remember which one needs to be update more… --' oy.

Okay, if you want me to update a story that hasn't been updated in forever, tell me in a review, anonymous or not. I have no idea—I just keep writing and updating whenever I feel like writing.

Sorry for the long wait on this chapter!

in Liebe, Red Tail

NOTE: Heero's name is Hikari, not Hikaru. Sorry about that error, I need to change it in the first couple of chapters. Gomen!

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Fallen From Grace

By: Lost-Remembrance

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Catherine sighed, looking down and glaring at the soup boiling in the pot. She sighed heavily, flicked the switch off with the flick of her finger and grabbed two bowls from the shelf in her trailer, grabbing a laddle to spoon the rather watery looking excuse for dinner.

She glared down at the soup, swearing never to buy the brand again. She looked over her shoulder and then looked over the other one, closing her eyes and placing her hands on either side of the bowl. She focused and… she smiled when a delicious scent reached her nostrils. She opened them to see a hearty bowl of soup that she could eat right up teasing her with the wonderful auroma.

"Trowa!" She called merrily, ignoring a nagging in the back of her mind that something bad was going to happen. She gently grabbed the two bowls and two spoons to go along with the meal and headed out, seeing Trowa look up at her.

She gasped, stepping backwards as her balance swayed and a shcokwave hit her, rather roughly and the bowls dropped, spilling from her hands and spreading the contents all over the floor.

She grabbed the sides of her head, eyes wide as she tried to figure out where the sudden energy bolt came from, a bad omen indeed.

Earth.

She felt another presence, one that she hadn't felt in so long, but one that she couldn't forget ever. Katja. 'She wouldn't interfer…would she?' Her mind questioned.

"Cathy?" Piercing emerald eyes stared at her, shimmering with worry and concern over his adoptive sister's health.

She swallowed, her throat suddenly raspy. "Y-yeah, just…a dizzy spell." His strong arm supported her and she could feel his suppressed angelic force, thriving still in the back of his mind unknowingly.

Who would have thought that the former gundam pilots were really Elites, the strongest of Heaven's angelic army?

"Cathy," Trowa looked at her once more as she tried to bend down and get the spilled dinner, "It's okay, I'll get it."

She sighed, "Trowa…" She warned but stopped when she saw the strong look in his eyes. Shrugging, she wondered who was supposed to be the over-protective sibling. It was her, right? She smiled at her thoughts.

"Well, I think that I'll just lie down a bit then." Trowa nodded, grabbing a rag from the kitchen and wondering why the soup in the pot looked different than that of the soup spilled on the floor.

He raised an eyebrow.

Then his shrugged, 'Cathy just probably didn't like that brand.' It was like his sister to look at things like in the pot with disgust. He smiled, 'She won't be buying that brand again.'

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Dorothy looked at Quatre, sleeping peacefully after he had an empathedic attack earlier. She narrowed her eyes, looking up in the mirror.

She had changed over the years, changing her look drastically. She had waxed her eyebrows, wore makeup that better suited her and, instead of that hairband that she constantly used during the war, retired it and cut her hair short so it was about to her shoulders.

She looked down at her charge, smiling lightly when she saw how deep asleep he was. 'Good,' she thought to herself, 'he needs the sleep.' She brushed a bang out of his face, choosing to look out the window instead of the Elite lying before her.

It would be hard to break the news to Quat—to all of them. Dorothy imagined that she would have the easiest of all, Quatre with his empathedic abilities.

Poor Relena got stuck with Hikari—no, Heero now. She wondered what would happen to the two's somewhat hidden from even their eyes relationship.

Or perhaps that feeling that she had sensed had come from the two…she glared at the clear blue sky. It had struck both of them hard, the pulsation obviously close to them. But close to an angel could mean anywhere, and anywhere meant somewhere on the Earth at the moment.

The Heaven's protected them and the colonies seemed to dull the effects of feelings emitted from the place below their homeland.

"Please let the other's be safe." She prayed, looking back at Quatre. She was needed her now and this was that most that she could do at the moment.

God would hear her plea, hopefully.

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"Wufei!" Sally said calmly, a strained smile on her face as her partner looked up at her. She slammed down the files on his desk from their last mission as Preventers.

"What?" He questioned with irritation.

"Were you just in a bad mood that day or does it seem to me that every othe rsentence involving this mission involves rattling about 'baka onna's'?" Her glare were fiercer than normal.

"Hmph." He crossed his arms and turned his chair so he was facing away from her. He opened his mouth, ready to speak again only to stop abruptly as the intercom came on.

"Sally, Wufei to my office now."

Both of the two glared at one another and sighed heavily, making another one of their silent truces. In fact, they were wonderful partners only something was setting themselves on the edge lately, as if some event was about to happen…

She knocked lightly on the door, getting an order to come in kindly from Lady Une. She smiled, saluting sternly, Wufei merely bobbing his head at her in recognization. Usually Sally did the same, but an aura hung in the air, speaking seriousness.

"Your last missions have come along good." Une commented.

Wufei nodded.

Sally raised an eyebrow, "Yes, they have Lady Une."

Une looked down at papers shuffled into a pile on her desk. "I think that the two of you should take some paid vacation leave."

"What?" They questioned.

"You seem stressed." Was her reply back. "Besides," she shrugged at the two of them, "You need to break."

"But—" Of course it was Wufei who opened his mouth to protest but Une swiftly turned her gaze on him.

"That's an order, Chang." Sally smiled.

"Dismissed."

TBC

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews y'all! Sorry for the long wait on this chapter—I kind jumped around a bit.