K2: Well, I think I will start by saying it is a good idea I decided to do revisions for the revisions I already did. Reason why? Because I never thought about everybody else before. Iria didn't have much screen time and Quatre's other sister, Alia, was nonexistent. The fact that I added them both in on this means I will also be adding in other sisters later on (for instance, Quatre has a set of triplets that work in his main office as well as a sister incredibly close in age to him that is his personal secretary I took the time, this time around, to think about every single sister he had and to name them and give them occupations. Alia, along with two other sister (she is another triplet) are stuck out in the far reaches of space working on deep space satellites and the closest sister he has). I also, essentially, gave Paul a slightly bigger role. I realized that the way I had him before wasn't' very practical and more of a liability, so I made him more useful. Then again, doing that I kinda ousted Phil's original role, plus a major plot twist regarding their 'twin connection'.
Yes, even minor characters play important roles in al my stories.
MK: She really wanted to make this version excellent. (rolls eyes)
K2: Of course I did! I know that it is much better this time around. Even I can tell, that was how bad the first one was! And the extra revisions I am doing before I update are extremely important as well, as you can plainly see from my authors notes. So shaddap!
MK: (sticks tongue out)
K2: Oh, yeah. Real mature Kit. Real mature. Newayz! Point being. This chapter has alotta knew POV's in it! They were extremely important to put in, it made it a chapter all it's own. So, I hope ya like it! Enjoysies!
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Gundam Wing Generations:
The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe
St.1: Newtypes and Space Hearts
Ch.7: the Vision
Rating: PG-13 (T)
General Genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre
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Monitors beeped away in a steady rhythm as brainwaves and system management were recorded precariously on the clipboard. Notes were jotted down, vitals were checked. Fue stimulated the young blonds brain by barley clicking the keys of his keyboard, monitoring the results as the steady thrum continued.
And Cole watched.
The young man's cold gray gaze watched as calculating as ever, knowing full well that the procedure that would eventually take place was a precarious one. He was also curious. Unusually curious, mind you, and wanted more then anything to find out just why this boy's genetics were so special, aside from what Fue had already told him. It was something he knew he had to see to believe.
"He hasn't attempted to wake up for over an hour." Cole observed
"Good good." Fue murmured absently, "He is such a willful boy, I had hoped that final dosage would be enough without hindering the results. Ah! Phase one is complete!"
"Complete?"
"Aheheh!" Fue set his clipboard down and smiled happily at Cole. "With this information I can make the proper adjustments to the calculations and proceed with the final phase when it is time! I will avoid the same mistake I had made with the other one! In essence, the boy is perfect!"
"Other one, sir?"
"Never mind that," Fue brushed the matter aside, "she isn't important and it was so long ago. So…very…." Fue hesitated, his senile old eyes gaining a glazed look. "…very long ago. Many, many years. Decades. 5 long decades…."
Realizing Fue had slipped into one of his reminiscing stages Cole titled his head slightly and began speaking softly, wanting to know more about this 'other'.
"She, doctor?"
"She was a beautiful girl, the boy's opposite in everyway."
"Opposite how…father?"
Fue smiled slightly, absently. "She was darker then him. Hair like the farthest reaches of space and eyes so blue they mirrored the deepest depths of the ocean. Her skin was tan and surprisingly soft for her background. I wanted…I only wanted…."
Fue blinked. The glaze disappeared and he turned to look at Cole, his eyes disapproving. When he spoke it was if he had no idea of the conversation that had just taken place. "What are you dong just standing there Cole? Get the sequencing ready! We must begin at once!"
Cole said nothing as he turned to the monitors next to him and began flipping the switches as he'd been directed to, all the while his curiosity growing in the back of his mind about who this other test subject had been. The way Fue spoke of her he had more then just scientific interest in her and he wondered if there was more to the story then met the eye.
Just another piece of knowledge to gain if I am ever to gain an upper hand over this fool.
As Cole finished his tasks he watched as the monitors fully came to life, not really bothering to try and understand what it was they said, and waited for the next series of orders. Cole may be a genius, experience and unnaturally skilled any number of doctorates, but genetics was never his forte and he never really cared for them as it were. Other areas of science interested him…like numbers, for instance, he had a thing for numbers…and Fue seemed to acknowledge that fact.
"Thank you Cole." Fue stated as he rolled a cart over, the entire expanse of the wheeled table filed with various types of syringes and other miscellaneous medical paraphernalia.
Seeing this, however, Cole felt an odd sensation build inside his stomach only to realize that it was nausea.
"Exactly…what are you doing to him Doc?"
"Hm?" Fue, startled, looked at him oddly. "I told you already Cole. I am enhancing his genes."
Cole continued to stare at Fue, still not 'comprehending' and Fue pondered the question for a second before smiling as he finally understood what Cole meant. "Ah! I get it! The process of what I am doing! Good, good! I would be happy to enlighten you of the exact nature of these experiments." Fue hummed as he looked at each of the syringes, picked one up, and turned back to Cole.
"You see, my dear boy, what ever I do to him will not affect him directly, but indirectly. I cannot simply enhance him outright, you see. It would destroy him utterly." Fue's face twisted into a grim smile as he continued, "He would first lose his mind, Cole. It would happen in a snap." He snapped his left hand fingers for emphasis, "Then his system, his bodily functions will slowly start to fail him. He will then die, Cole. Slowly. Painfully as well." Fue shook his head sadly. "It's an awful, awful thing. One I never want to allow happen again, not to him." Fue retuned his gaze to Quatre and gently ran his wrinkled old hand over Quatre's chest. "Not…ever…." The needle was suddenly plunged into the unprotected flesh, right over his heart, and the contents injected. Fue removed the needle just as quick as he'd inserted, then placed his ear over the boy's heart, both his hands planted firmly, and began to listen. Just as he did, however, Quatre began to convulse. Fue stayed where he was, keeping Quatre's thrashing body pinned just as well as the straps kept him pinned. Cole couldn't help but start forward the moment he began but, as Fue remained where he was, he stilled himself and chose to watch instead. Curious emotions ran through his mind and he found a spot in his temple had begun to throb.
Fue's next statement confirmed Cole's slight suspicion that it was another test before he truly began his work.
"His heart is perfect!" Fue's voice rose in volume as he continued. "More then perfect! It bears the brunt of others and still manages to hold it's own under stress! The heart of a true empath!" Fue rose as Quatre's body ceased in it's convulsions, his eyes shining exuberantly. "Do you realize the implications that can have? Empathy, molded correctly, is an excellent tool in battle and can even be more useful to a soldier then telepathy!"
"Telepathy?" Cole doubted that, but remained silent. It was never a good idea to argue with Fue, not on this topic anyway.
"Yes!" Fue replied as he grabbed his clipboard and jotted something down, after which he handed it to Cole, his eyes trained, once again, on Quatre. "Take notes for me Cole, I need my hands free for this."
"Erm…how long is this going to take Doc?"
Cole glanced behind him as the tentative voice of his older brother spoke up, not surprised at all that it was Phil the tentativeness was coming from.
"Huh?" Fue turned around quickly, startled by the sudden interruption, and watched Phil close the door softly. "Ah, Phil! Not long. I should be done with phase two in about an hour or so…more or less…and then phase three will commence! Isn't that exciting?"
"Yeah. Real exciting." Phil grumbled as he leaned against the wall, his expression showing signs of irritation.
"We live in such an advanced society, technologically wise of course." Fue continued unhindered, "And it makes things so much the more easier for me!" Fue chuckled before continuing. "If we lived in the time of my youth, when I was your age for example, well let's just say that we'd be here for longer then I care to think right now. With my current set up it will take a relatively short amount of time to finish whereas if I had to setup in another location it would take four times as long." Fue grabbed another syringe off the cart and pressed a few keys on the nearby keyboard. "With a few key taps, and with the way I have the child hooked up, I can make the necessary adjustments and then insert the appropriate chemicals into his body," This time the needle was gently placed in Quatre's neck, "and there you have it! I can now go back to my monitoring and tapping of the keys…."
Cole closed his eyes and allowed a small breath to escape him as he realized the doctor was beginning to sing instead of talk and tried, hard, to ignore it.
It wasn't' easy.
"Ehehehehe! The chemicals will go just where I want them! And the biodegradable nanites that I placed inside the chemicals will make sure of it! Heheh!" Fue quickly snapped his fingers in the direction of the two men, his triumphant smile extremely manic, and said, "Get ready boys! We will be going into phase three momentarily! The hour will slide by like nothing at all! AHAhahahaha!"
"What exactly are the phases anyway?" Phil asked as a genuine thread of curiosity crossed over him.
"Hm." Fue frowned and glanced at the older of the two young men. "Phases, you ask? Well, the first phase, of course, is the general task of gaining appropriate information. This second phase, however, is more complicated, as well as important. This is where I must set the primary genes into place. Phase three is more fun, however, as I will then finalize the setting and begin the manipulation, which of course includes checking his physical reflexes…something that will reflect highly upon his offspring…and the possibility of enhancing them as well.
"The final step, however, is the most important one of all! It is that of the programming."
"Programming?" Cole asked softly, "Like…brainwashing?"
"Not exactly." Fue stated as he turned back to his miscellaneous cart. "More like cleaning. Oh, by the way, Phil?"
"Yeah?"
"Where is Paul?"
Phil grinned, "Napping. "Why'd you make him so pathetic anyway?"
"Pathetic?" Fue, catching this quickly, glanced oddly at Phil and asked, "What do you mean by pathetic?"
"His attitude!" Phil stated exasperatedly, "Jeeze! He's such a pussy!"
"Nonsense Phil!" Fue waved his hand at the problematic man and turned back to Quatre, nonchalantly adding, "Paul is more important then you."
For a moment nothing was said. It took that long to register just what Fue had more then insinuated. And then the outburst.
"What? How can he be more important then me?" Phil demanded, "I do more work then he ever does, I'm far more valuable to you then he is! Paul is more a liability most of the time then any real help! The only good thing he's ever done is drive the getaway car this morning!"
Fue's only reply was to chuckle and shake his head. Glancing at Phil he added, "You do not understand Phil. Value isn't in what you can do, but what you have to offer."
"What does that mean?" Phil demanded in a soft, non-threatening voice (though it did have a slight ring of a hiss in there).
"It means, Phil, that Paul has something you don't. Something I need and only he can give. Something I gave him and require that strength I gave him to protect, a something that he is naive towards. He doesn't know about this something I want it to stay that way, am I understood Phil?"
Phil barley nodded, understanding the order to remain silent but shocked nonetheless.
"Good. Now, be a good boy and stop wasting my time. I have important work to do so go man security if you will."
Phil, his world upended, said nothing more as he left the room with nothing but thoughts of murder on his mind.
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Trowa turned the corner leading to the waiting rooms in time to see Sally, her arms laden with take out, waiting for a guard to unlock the door. Trowa strode over and kindly offered to take over her laod saying, "I'm on my way in."
"Oh, well then." Sally handed himthree bags, indicating two of them for the young woman waiting inside, the third was his. "I will be taking the rest of these to the others, I played it safe and just grabbed burgers for everyone. You have all been here since this morning and none of you have eaten a bite yet."
Trowa nodded and entered the room. What he saw when did didn't' surprise him in the least. The two of them were currently arguing with each other, similar to the way a pair of sisters would argue.
"Dorothy, if you don't lay dow on that couch and get some rest I will order Sally Po to give you a relaxant!"
"Relena, since when have you known me-."
"Oh, don't' you start with me Dorothy! The tress ahs really gotten to you, I can tell. It's not healthy!"
"I wont' rest until I see Quatre for myself and that he is safe and sound and-."
Trowa walked by them and dropped the bags of food onto the table. The smell, combined with his preseance, killed whatever Dorothy was about to say.
"At least eat soemthign Dorothy." Relena was relentless, "It's more then obvious your hungry."
Dorothy didn't' say anything, though she did turn twords the table. Trowa, a step ahead of her, held a bag out which she grabbed uncerimouniously and stalked over to a nearby chair.
"Well, it's an improvemtn." Relena's voice was dry but she smiled appreciatively when she turned to Trowa. "Thank you."
"Sally brought them, I was on my way in."
"Thank you anyway."
Trowa nodded and handed her a bag as well, she accepted it more graciously.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I came to check on Dorothy." Trowa admitted. "I know how she feels."
"I'm more then sure you do." Dorothy stated from her chair as she nibbled on a fry. "I also know that you wold anything for him, even lok after me. You don't; need to, but thank you anyway."
"AS callous as ever I see." Trowa remarked as he unwrapped his hamburger.
Dorothy glared at him foir a moment then shifted her weight so she could get a better looka t Trowa. "Let me ask you something, if you will Barton."
Trowa raised an eyebrow expectantly.
""I know it was you, it certainly wasn't' Quatre, so tell me. Why? Why didn't' you stay with him? You had the chance. His favor was yours to take and yet you turned him down."
Trowa remained silent, his forest green eyes going a little distant as he thought about what she said. Relena looked from him, to her, back to him, more then a little confused.
"Quatre wanted to stay with me." Trowa replied slowly. "I suppose it is only fair that you know the truth."
"Believe me, if I plan to make any sort of life with Quatre in the future I do need the truth."
"If your asking if I still care for him, then yes. I always will. But as I told him, I cannot stay with him, nor him with me. Quatre is needed where he is, he cannot abandon what he has fought to accomplish. As for me, I prefer the simple life. The circus is all I need, my sister Catherine is there."
"The simple truth." Dorothy stated. "I know he still loves you and I don't care what he says. He doesn't understand his own emotions, but one thing I do know is that he loves you."
Trowa shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Not anymore. He's moved on Dorothy, he-." Trowa cut himself off. Dorothy had dropped her food to the floor, her eyes vacant.
"Dorothy?"
Trowa felt a cold dread wash over him, a dread he knew wasn't' normal. Trowa's world then went black.
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Darkness. Palpable darkness. Blinding in it's intensity and clinging to him like the mist from a dense fog. A fog that left him cold, prickling his senses and sending shivers throughout his body, a cold that bit down into his very soul!
He knew it was there. The surface. An end to the endless darkness that he was forced to endure! His hand reached for it, grasped with what little strength he could muster but….
Too far!
It was too far to reach! His body just refused to meet the distance and his consciousness continued to float in the nothingness of his dreamless fog.
It had been this way for a long time now. He no longer dreamt of the past, no longer saw visions of friends and family to bring him comfort and strength. He felt…drained. Exhausted for reasons he couldn't even imagine. And yet...at the same time…he was alert. Aware. Things were happening around him, things he tried not to think about. Things were happening to him, being done to him and it frightened him! He felt hands. Their touch would linger and he would feel even more chilled then before, if at al possible.
The coldness he felt came directly from them.
He felt other minds as well. They were muddled, however, the emotions distanced from him. He knew they were there, though. Four of them. It was all he knew.
Someone is in pain. Quatre had observed at one point. It was hard not to catch, it seemed as if it had been directed to him. As if the one in pain felt some sort of…oneness with him. As if they were matched, in some way, yet at the same time this feeling was unknown to the one feeling it. Quatre could sense him; sense his pain and his troubled thoughts, but only for a moment. It seemed to disappear after awhile, almost as soon as it came to him. Vanished like so many other things that he experienced in this world between sleep. It had been the only clear feeling he'd received since he'd come under this final cloud.
He was sure he wouldn't be able to wake from this one but still he had to try!
Quatre relaxed his mind for a moment, his weary thoughts tired from the exertion. It was then that his minds eye latched onto something. A glimpse, however small, at a figure just out of reach. It was gone almost instantly.
Giggling! He heard giggling, but from where? It echoed around his subconscious mind, beckoning.
Daaaddyyy! A small voice called out in an almost haunting note, echoing.
Another memory perhaps?
But no. It sounded to small for it to be him when he was young. Feminine. Then what?
Wake up daddy! It continued to echo, though it no longer sounded haunting. It's time to get up!
It was hard. Where was the voice coming from?
Quatre began to struggle again against the sleep. He had to keep fighting it. He refused to give in!
He felt something. Pain! It erupted without warning, spasm coursing through his body! Worse then the first one, he felt as if he were to die form it!
The pain eased. Quatre felt stiff. If he could cry right now he would. What they were doing to him was unbearable! He wanted release!
And then he saw it. From the corner of his eyes he saw it. A vision. A woman. Her silloughette hung in his minds eye, dark and beautiful. She was there, but she was an illusion. Her long hair almost appeared to be a starless pocket of space, and her eyes were deep pools of the oceans abyss. She appeared wraithlike, sad. She wasn't real and yet she was! At some time she was….
At some time?
Quatre didn't understand but he knew. She was a remnant. Part of a past that he was about to repeat. She was a warning. A beacon beckoning him to follow. And so he followed. He reached out to her as if she were the portal to consciousness, his gateway to the waking world!
She shimmered. She vanished. Quatre felt the cold, cold pain of dread, feeling as if he'd never make it out.
Why did I see her? How long will I be tortured like this?
Quatre hung, suspended in the endless misery as his mind warred with itself. Despair ebbed at his heart, cynicism at his mind!
Don't give in!
Quatre silently screamed as a second wave of pain erupted inside of him.
"Why does he keep convulsing?"
Voices?
"The last stage of this phase is extremely tricky Cole."
It was voices!
"The chemical combination I am setting is unstable, it could ultimately kill him if I do not finish soon. I need to commence phase three as soon as possible!"
Quatre wished he couldn't hear the voices.
"Listen carefully Cole, do exactly as I say to."
"Right."
"We need to finish bringing his full conscious mind to the surface.
A sharp sensation, like a pinprick. It pulled from him. Left him numb, yet he was aware….
"I thought he was already 'aware'."
"Not quite Cole, not quite. I need him to be semi conscious now for phase three."
"But isn't that dangerous?"
"Not yet."
The voices were clear now; a sure sign that he'd regained a certain level of consciousness. He tried to open his eyes.
Light flooded in. Overhead light blinding what little of Quatre's eyes he could use. They barley opened as it was and he felt heavier then lead. He couldn't even move his arms and turning his head was a fight against gravity itself.
A fight he regretted almost instantly. A large syringe hovered just in line with his vision before a hand found his head and roughly turned it to the side.
"…no!" Quatre gasped, but the sound was weak even to his ears. The needle punctured his skin, he hissed. He felt as something drained into him.
Why couldn't he sense anything? IT was as if they had no emotions but he knew they did!
"You sure he can't do anything?"
"His mind is heavily sedated Cole he can barley think straight let alone use some psionic attack against us. Get me the air mask!"
The needle slid gently away from his neck and he felt something trickle after it. Something soft touched against his skin and it gently ran down his neck, along the same line as the trickle. His head was lifted then as something, a mask, was slipped over his head, over is mouth.
Air gushed in.
Quatre couldn't understand what was happening. His mind was jumbled, he was confused.
"The gene re-sequencing is nearly finished. The finalization will occur during phase three, as I already mentioned to you. Now help me with him."
Quatre felt himself lifted from whatever he'd been laying on and moved some odd feet until he was set down, feet first, and barley held up by another man. Quatre attempted to look around again but all he saw were blurred shapes as if he suddenly needed the help of extra strong glasses.
Leave me alone! He wanted to shout it out to them, to make them stop it! But all he could get out was a breathless "…no…".
His wrists found themselves in someone's hands and his arms were raised over his head. A pair of shackles greeted him then and he was released, his limp body hanging by his wrists.
"Raise the tube Phil." The command was met by a sound. It lasted barley a minute, Quatre could barley make out some opaque surface rising before his eyes.
And then he discovered why. Before he knew what was really happening he felt fluid around his ankles. And then his knees. That was when he realized what they were doing. His breath began to come faster and faster, his heart beat against his chest, threatening to burst out! He tired to move his body but it wouldn't obey him and the fluid was now at his chest!
The shackles released. His hands fell before him, his vision hazed red as the liquid washed over him. Quatre's eyes closed tightly.
Help me!
And then he panicked.
Please!
The voices, muffled more by the reddish liquid, grew excited as well.
Trowa!
Quatre's mind was lost in the chaos of confusion and fear, desperate for some form of escape.
Dorothy….
And then the airflow changed in the mask. He began to feel sleepy, his mind calmed and then….
…please….
Nothing.
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It had been nearly an hour since H and Une left together. Professor G, discovering that his locator had a crossed wire, was forced to reconfigure the central processor and thus delaying even more time and causing Duo to get only that much more irritated. Wufei had taken off under the pretense of 'checking on something', though Duo was sure he went to look for Sally, and Trowa, too, had disappeared after awhile, no one asked about it, however, and everyone was left to wait.
Duo had gotten a drink at some point, he was now in the process of tossing the glass up and down in the air from where he stood at the far end of the room
A pitiful excuse for a distraction, but one nonetheless. One that he needed right now, otherwise he'd go out of his mind! Hiiro had already ordered him to leave G alone, of course that was after Duo had started harassing him about his lack of parental support towards Petunia.
Sally had brought food in after awhile. She had recognized that a fact none of them had even thought about. Duo found himself eating greedily at first, but lost his appetite halfway through his meal. He just couldn't' eat, for some reason, and contributed it to the fact that he was worrying himself sick over this whole dilemma. After all, since when does he ever turn food down?
Man, if something doesn't happen soon I'm gonna go out there on my own and start looking for Quat! He thought as he continued to toss the glass in the air again.
As he made another toss, however, a cold chill spiked through his body and he caught a mental echo.
Help me!
Duo's glass crashed to the floor. He staggered on his feet; the air rushing out of him as his minds eyes was filled with a terrible darkness followed closely by flashes of barley lit images. Dark images, horrid and painful to see. Fear instilled itself into Duo's heart and he felt an immeasurable amount of panic. Panic that wasn't his.
Duo's vision turned red, air bubbles surrounded him and he couldn't breath! He fell to his knees then, gasping for air. The vision left him cold, numb, more frightened then he could ever remember.
He found hands on his shoulders, gripping him tightly.
"Duo!" It was G. "Are you all right?"
Duo continued to gasp for air. He was far from 'alright'.
From the other side of the room Milliard, who looked pale and flushed, knelt next to Hiiro who had keeled over himself, resting against the wall for support. The door swung open then and Wufei, who had disappeared earlier, looked around the room and cursed as if his worst suspicion had been confirmed.
"You al saw it too, didn't' you?" He asked.
Duo's head flew up in alarm. They all exchanged serious expressions and Duo voiced the one word lingering in each of their minds. "Quatre."
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"They're killing him!"
"Dorothy, get a hold of yourself!"
"Let me go! They're killing him! Let me go you b$7rd!"
Trowa, pale and nauseous form his own experience, tried desperately to calm the screaming blond down before she hurt herself or someone else. "Dorothy! Calm down!"
Trowa released her waist and spun her around to face him.
"Your doing no one any good by flipping out like this! I can see it too! I can feel it! There is nothing we can do now. So long as he us useful to them they won't kill him!"
Dorothy smacked Trowa in the face. The strength of the slap startled Trowa and he stared at her in surprise. Her face, red from anger, pale from fight, was soaked wet from her tears.
"You're right." Trowa surrendered under her stare, "But so am I."
"Let. Me. Go." Dorothy was rigid with her own anger.
"I can't." Trowa replied.
"Let me go!" Dorothy screamed, struggling against him again, "You have to let me go!"
"Stop it Dorothy!"
Dorothy rose her tiny fists and slammed them against Trowa, knocking him back briefly, and then jumped on him and began slamming a few more of her punches on him. They were a lot less delicate then he had originally believed them to be and he had to throw her off himself, thankful that she wasn't' thinking clearly enough to have attempted a breakaway then and there.
The door opened then and Sally entered with a younger, pale faced, officer. Trowa had a small suspicion he had heard the screaming and grabbed Sally before coming in to check on things, remembering Une's orders about sedatives.
Taking the initiative, Sally quickly took a neutralizer out of her bag. Trowa grabbed Dorothy by the arms and held her against the floor as Sally pressed it against her arm, sending a shot of morphine, or whatever it was Sally had filled it with, into the young woman's system. Dorothy began to settle down almost immediately as the medicine took effect. When Trowa was satisfied she was unconscious he removed himself from her and glanced at Relena who was shaking from her own mixed emotions and inner demons.
Turning back to Sally he stated in an undertone, "Take care of Relena, I'm taking Dorothy to the medical wing."
Sally nodded slowly as Trowa stood up, knelt down to gently grab Dorothy, and then left the room.
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"Miss Winner, are you alright? Miss Winner!" Iria slowly opened her eyes to see the young driver looking at her, his face as pale as a ghost. It was only then that she realized she had passed out before making it into her wheelchair again and yet, she didn't know why she had passed out. "What happened? Are you alright? You don't' need a doctor, do you?"
"Ah…no!" Iria replied quickly. "I'm…I'm fine. It's just…I've had too much travel lately, that's all." Iria rubbed her head slightly, confused as to what happened. "Please, ring the bell for me."
"Do you need any help getting up?"
"No." Iria replied slowly, trying to think back to how she felt before she passed out. (It was fear. Why did I feel an uncontrollable panic all of a sudden?) "I may have orders to stay off my feet, but I can still move about rather freely. Thank you though."
The driver, still unsure, nodded and hurried to the door of the estate. Before he could even ring the bell, however, it swung open to reveal a very large, very red-faced man who looked as if he were about to kill someone. The driver backed off quickly, his face paling even more (if it were at all possible), and looked back towards Iria. "M-miss Winner?" He called
Iria looked up to see Rashid, just as he spotted her, and narrowed her eyes in even more confusion.
"Lady Iria!" Rashid cried before hurrying down the steps. "What in heavens name are you doing here? Your supposed to be on L4, recovering!"
"I've been recovering for three months." Iria stated irritably as Rashid gently lifted her to her feet. "And I can get up on my own, thank you."
Rashid shook his head, but did not smile. "Your as stubborn as your brother is, aren't you?"
"A family trait, eh…Rashid, is it?"
"Yes." The big man replied, "We actually only met once, though I had accompanied Master Quatre to your bedside in the past."
"Yes, I remember the meeting." Iria smiled, "It was almost a full day after I came out of the coma. It is good to see you again."
It was then that Iria noted the look of concern on Rashid's face, taking a significant note of the fact that it wasn't directed towards her, and her eyes narrowed again. "Is something the matter?"
"The matter?"
"You looked as if you wanted to hurt someone when you came out of the manor."
"My apologies, but I must go. There is something that I must check on immediately. There are two young women, maids, who can help you with anything you need. If you will excuse me I must be going."
As Iria watched Rashid take off she bit her bottom lip.
Something is wrong. Is Quatre really in danger after all?
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k2: So?
MK: As she had said, its better.
k2: I've been told a little self praise if helthy. I find myself extreamly proud of this chapter.
MK: For you, any form of sel fpraiseis healthy Ms. I suck at everything.
k2: Shudup.
MK: (grins)
k2: Anhway, I sure hope you guys can really enjoy what this chapter brings out. If you have any questions about the characters and why I wrote them the way I did I will be happy to explain it to you, I understand that my stories can be quite vague at times.
MK: Beware the plot stwists!
k2:ShudUP!
MK: (snickers)
k2: ANnnywayz! Tiem for review replys. First off:
Unrealistic: Heh. When I first saw your name I thought you were referring to my story! Thanks for the compliment, I am glad you enjoyed it. I hope this chapter meets your expectations!
MousyCoon: Heya MousyCoon! Good to hear from you again and nice to see your still liking the story. I am so happy you like the changes, I always worry I will end up doing something wrong in regards to it. As for it not being as rushy rushy, well as they say. Time means practice and I have had lotsa practice. Thus the reasons for the revisions.
Thanks again
Darkfairy88: I must shamefully admit that I am using Duo for a bit of comic relief. This story is very intense, not as intense as some of the future stories involved with G-Wing Gen, but defiantly intense in it's own right. Also, I am flying by the seat of pants on this so bear with me. I have done as much research as I could possibly think to do regarding the entire gundam universe. The only thing I really lack is the techno babble expertise that gives good sci-fi.
Anyway, thanks again for the compliments!
Though I do have one thing to ask.
Quote: But really the spelling isn't all that bothers me...as long as I get the story I'm good. :end Quaote.
Does anything else bother you?
And finally:
Moonjava: Once again, Thank you for the best wishes. I really appreciate your kind words. I hope you like what I have written so far, please enjoy.
MK: AND remember folks! R&R!