k2: Sorry this was two days late in uploading, peeps. I finished it on time, but I also got a new job. I had to stop for the night so I could make corrections the next day, a day that never came because my shift is from 2pm to 10pm. When I got home I was too stressed out to do anything but eat food and go to bed. Working at a gas station is a pain (I live in Oregon, mind you, where you can't pump your own gas). I can't believe how frustrating the first day was, especially when you get customers that are rude and you get so many customers at once (at my station I am the only person working out there) that I get confused. It's also hot, it was like over ninety the other day, I think about a hundred. I got dehydrated and then I did a major boo-boo. I did an over twenty dollar over pump on a credit card and Shell doesn't refund money. I felt so horrible and continued to feel so until the next day, my other work day, when the manager actually told me that it was okay and I wasn't

in a lot of trouble (first days your allotted a litte leeway, but not much).

MK: AND it's over with now! Yesterday was a lot better, remember?

k2: Yeah, but I'm still working with Mr. High-And-Mighty-Chad-The-Assistant-Manager-I-Can-Do-No-Wrong-Guy!

MK: And I think you're still stressed out. You need to stop dwelling on things K! Get over it!

k2: But-!

MK: No! Jeeze. It is so a good thing you only work two days a week for now, you'd be stressed out way before the week was over and have nervous breakdown! My goodness! Let's just drop it now, okay?

k2: Fine. But it's doubtful I can, you know me. But…I'll try.

MK: Finally! Sorry for the drama folks, this chapter ain't much better, I'm afraid. Just…read. And review when you're done, kay? Maybe really nice, really long reviews will help take her mind off work…?

k2: Doubtful!

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Gundam Wing Generations:
The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe
St.1: Of New Types and Space hearts
Ch.8: Understanding One's Self.
Rating: PG-13 (T)
General genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre.

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The hour is half past five, approximately 8 ½ hours since the kidnapping. The roads are jammed to their peak as rush hour goes into it's worst. Normally it wasn't all that bad, the occasional fist fight would break out during the jam through way of releasing tension, but usually motorist stuck with the usual horn blowing competition.

This day, however, was different.

In the thick of the traffic a seven foot giant sat hunkered in his car, the after effects of an empathic message still lingering in his mind. It was a message he couldn't ignore but he had neglected to note the time of day and was now stuck. He knew that if he didn't get out of there soon he was going to explode.

He wasn't going anywhere.

"This can't be happening!" Rashid ground out as he slammed his hand into his horn. "Why didn't I make a call to confirm?"

A flicker of memory assailed him then, a vision of Quatre handing him something. The realization dawned and he ducked into the backseat, pulled the right hand seat down and reached into the trunk. As he emerged from the dark he pulled with him the extra briefcase that he always kept there, just in case, and flipped it open. Amongst the photocopied papers lay the small electronic device that he had found more a nuisance then anything else to carry around, considering they usually gave out in the most unexpected places and became staticy during important conversations. It was better, in his opinion, to use a normal video-phone instead. And, due to that dislike, he had nearly forgotten about the cell phone completely, even though Quatre had given him last week for emergencies.

"And to think, I really hate these things." Rashid murmured at the irony.

Flipping it open Rashid thought back to the instructions Quatre had given him, seeing as how he rarely ever used them, (he was also hardly ever too far from the video-phones.

Pressing the up and down arrow button, however, gave him the results he required and he felt a wash of relief hit him as he saw the number menu for the contacts. Most of them, however, were work related. He saw Relena Dorlian Peacecraft's number, but he felt it was best not to involve her just yet. What he was really searching for was either Barton's number, of Maxwell's, considering they had a tendency to be on work related phones, but to no avail. Just as he was about to curse his darned luck, however, at receiving one of the rare phones that didn't have one of their numbers on it, he fell on a number he knew could still help.

"Why would he have Lt. Noin's number on this thing?" Rashid wondered out loud, but pressed the call button and waited while it rang.

:Noin speaking.: The phone said almost immediately, :Who am I talking to:

"Rashid Kurama." Rashid stated evenly.

:Oh.:

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"How much longer until that device of yours is fixed?" Milliard demanded as he rose to his feet.

"It is finished already." G replied tersely. He was a little more then annoyed at being the only individual in the room with no idea of what the heck was going on. And it had unnerved him immensely when Duo nearly collapsed for no apparent reason. "It will reveal the whereabouts of anyone with a bio-chip," G continued, "and, since there are only five individuals (counting Petunia) with such, two we know the location of already, it will be easy to find them."

"Then I suggest you turn it on immediately." Une stated as she entered the room. Behind her a pale-faced Instructor H, looking as if he'd almost had a heart attack, entered the room as well. Wufei stepped aside, still at the entrance, to allow them through.

"H, are you ill?" G asked as he noticed his peers' sickly demeanor.

"You caught the vision too?" Duo asked skeptically, unsure why H would when G hadn't.

H nodded once in confirmation, his voice still unable to make it through his throat without cracking.

"You all had it as well then?" Une asked quickly, "Who all had it? H couldn't speak afterwards except to tell me that the situation has grown most dire and that we ha to act fast."

"I believe everyone except me, in this room that is, had the vision. Or at least…to a certain degree." G added with a slight glance at Milliard who seemed to have the least reaction to it.

"To be completely accurate," H began softly, his voice finally managing not to crack, "anyone who is close to, has a link with, or is someone Quatre trusts with his whole heart felt some measure of his broadcast, even if it was just a feeling regarding the vision. It all depends on how close he is to you and how much he trusts you."

Une, startled, rubbed a few goosebumps off her arm and looked around the room. "Well, I suppose that explains the undeniable fear I felt the moment you had the vision H. It was him, wasn't' it?"

"Yes."

"What was it that had him so terrified?" Une's brow furrowed and her frown deepened, "In all the time I have known Winner since the war he had never once expressed that kind of terror before. None of you have. I have only seen that kind of terror in the only the greenest of recruits, something that none of you have ever been."

H shook his balding head slowly. It was all he cold do to keep himself from loosing control of himself now. "A terror beyond any that you could ever imagine." He stated, "He knows what is happening to him, Quatre fears he will no longer be the person we care about when this is all over with."

"I mostly saw flashes," Milliard murmured. "Things meshed together, a red haze. And that fear."

Une and Milliard all looked at the three pilots, a question in their eyes. The pilots regarded them silently, glanced at each other, and shook their heads. They would not speak of it, it wasn't something they could do. The confusion, the fear. What they saw was horrible to even their understanding, it scared them in a degree they didn't even want to talk about. And even they hadn't really caught anything definite in the vision. However, they did know one thing. They to find Quatre and soon or else what H said Quatre feared would truly come to pass.

"I believe Trowa may know more then us." Hiiro stated then.

"Hey, yeah!" Duo cried, "He's had a link with Quatre for a lot longer then us, his is stronger right?"

"I have them!" G announced to the room at large, breaking off the current topic. "There are three bio-chips located within what I believe to be a fifty foot radius of each other."

"Where is the location?" Une asked sharply, unsure why he wouldn't be exactly sure of the measurements.

"In truth, I do not know," G stated. "I know nothing of this geography and there is no map that I can find, whatsoever, of this entire area."

Milliard took a glance over the old man's shoulder, told G to go back a few miles and then back up again, and let out a deep, slow breath before turning to the map on the wall. He walked forward, took a pen, and drew a circle around Old Sank. "It will take us hours and manpower, but this general location is where they are at."

"Ah $4!t."

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Trowa, with the young officer at his side, entered the infirmary, bypassed the Norton, and set Dorothy on one of the beds. When Norton followed them in, a question on his lips, Trowa turned to him and ordered him to keep her sedated. He then turned to the officer and told him to inform Une about this and that he was staying in the infirmary until he was needed.

"I do hope this means you will be staying here, then, when the time comes?" Dr. Norton's question was less like a question then it sounded. HE was rather unpleased that Trowa had obviously ignored his order to go home and rest, choosing instead to stay and, most likely, assist when the time came. Perhaps he could sedate Barton, too, with out the young man noticing…?

On the other side of the recovery room the guard cast a wary eye in Trowa's direction, remembering that it was Trowa Barton he was to be on guard with and continued his watch over Jasper.

"Why is he still here?" Trowa asked, noticing the abrupt movement.

"The guard?"

"The man!" Trowa stated unaware of the hiss that slid out with his words.

"With everything that has been going on," Norton replied crisply, "Une has not had the time to give any orders regarding him. So long as he is in the hospital by tomorrow he should be just fine."

"I couldn't care less if he was going to be fine." Trowa stated before indicating Dorothy "I know for a fact that neither will she when she wakes up."

"Well then. It is a good thing you told me to keep her sedated then, isn't it?"

Trowa said nothing in reply.

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"Relena?" Sally knelt down in front of Relena, her eyes still distant, vacant. "Relena, it's Sally. Can you hear me?"

Relena closed her eyes and tears spilled from them. Her mind was lost among the remnants of the vision, her heart breaking at the thought of the implications. It hurt her, knowing her friend was in such a desperate situation and all she could do was sit and wait.

Without answering Sally Relena stood tall, her chin held high, and turned towards the door. Sally immediately recognized the posture, something she had seen Relena use when she watched the odd press conference on television, as that of when Relena had just gotten stubborn about an issue.

"Take me to Hiiro."

"Uh, sure." Sally stood and the two of them left the room together. When they reached the briefing room Relena noted that the door was already open, Une standing a few feet in front of it. The room was silent until….

"Ah $4!t!"

Relena and Sally entered behind Une to see everyone looking solemn.

"What is going on?" She asked sharply.

All heads turned to look at her, surprised, and then at each other.

"Where's Dorothy Catalonia?" Wufei asked

"Trowa took her to the infirmary." Sally replied, "She…apparently went ballistic and couldn't be calmed. I sedated her before she could cause any damage and Trowa took her from there.

"Duo, we need Trowa." Hiiro stated

"Right." Duo agreed and hurried past the women.

"What are the current results?" Relena tried again.

"We found him." Hiiro stated, "He's in Old Sank."

Relena's eyes widened a fraction, but that was all the visible emotion she revealed. She did, however, nod her head in understanding and asked, "What is the plan?"

"We will work that out when Barton returns." Milliard replied softly, "We just now discovered where he was."

"Thus the reason for the curse, I am sure." Relena mused. "Does Duo realize just how foul his mouth can be?"

"I don't think he cares." Wufei stated

"Yours is beginning to get just as foul Wufei." Sally stated wryly, "He's been rubbing off on you."

"That isn't a very pleasant picture." Wufei stated with distaste.

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Trowa, nauseous and light headed from his scuffle with Dorothy earlier, sat on the edge of the young woman's bed, his hands folded under his chin as he contemplated the days current events. Quatre's abduction, the near fatal accident caused by the kidnappers, revelation after revelation that left the mind boggled….

What he had experienced back in the room and the reason he had experienced it were only another incident to contemplate.

A pit had grown inside Trowa's stomach as the minutes ticked by, adding to his nausea and churning it like a boiling brew, making it felt as if hours had passed instead of those small tedious minutes….

The vision replayed itself in his minds eye. He felt the fear, the anger, the desperation within Quatre's silent please. HE felt the love he held for his friends, the sincere regret at having shamed those he cared about…. Quatre still felt bad about what he'd done to Wufei early that day.

Dorothy moved suddenly. Sharp and jerky. Trowa spared her a glance, only to reassure himself she was still asleep. Only bad dreams, most likely visions similar to those Quatre was facing now.

No matter what Trowa tried to do he couldn't keep his mind from latching onto an image here and an image there. One thing or another, it would pop into his head. Sometimes part of the vision, other times it was his own imagination playing tricks on him.

"Quatre…."

At the weak sound of Dorothy's voice Trowa turned to look at her again. She was still asleep, her face screwed into an expression of fear and pain. Trowa found himself reaching for her hand, clasping it in his own in an attempt to reassure her. Her hand tightened around his and he felt more strange emotions rise within him. Just before another wave of images entered his mind.

Dmn it!

Trowa quickly stood. He released Dorothy's hand, pulled from her grip and left the recovery room without a second glance. Dr Norton, carrying two steaming cups of some brew, watched him leave with mild surprise. Trowa didn't even notice him as he entered the restroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

The nausea bubbled more and before Trowa knew it he was bent over the porcelain bowl, loosing the food he'd only barley begun to eat a few minutes earlier. When the was gone he continued for another half minute, stomach acid ejecting itself in painful thrusts.

When he finally managed to stop he leaned against the white porcelain and the whitewashed wall, running a hand over his face. The bitter after taste was barley noticeable as Trowa sat there, thinking.

But then, it was thinking that got him here in the first place, so maybe thinking was a bad idea.

Flushing the bowl Trowa stood again. He turned, awkwardly, to the sink and stumbled over. The lightheaded feeling had returned to him ten fold making the few steps to the sink seem like ten feet instead of five. When he reached it he turned the tap on and thrust his head beneath it, cooling down the flush that had risen during the vomiting and rinsing out his mouth as well.

Trowa flipped his wet hair back when he was done, though his bangs fell thickly to the side of his head, and ran his hand through his hair. Water ran down his back, his front; his shoulders were wet as well. And through this all there was only one thing running through his mind.

Dmn. Dmn him! Quatre…

"Dmn it!"

Trowa turned sharply on his heel and slammed his fist into the wall. It was all he could do, his fear, frustration, anger…his pain. It all came out in one single punch, cracking the wall and his knuckles with it. Blood slowly trickled from the fresh wound. The sight of the slow trickle and the pain in his hand calmed him and Trowa leaned into the very wall he'd just assaulted.

Why did she have to be right? Trowa thought softly. He hated having no control of his emotions, he almost wished he could just bury them deep inside again, to not have to worry about them anymore!

Mdidii…you were always stronger then me…even though you wished you could be me. Who was more right, you wanting to be me…or me…wanting to be you?

Trowa turned, letting his back hit the wall. Was I better off never meeting any of them?

Memories flashed through Trowa's mind. Middii's sad expressing eyes, nearly mixed with the vision of Petunia's bizarre silvery blue mists. Catherine's beautiful smile, always warm and welcoming. Quatre's strong sense of duty, his passion and courage. Quatre was one of the most honorable men Trowa knew. Trowa cared for Quatre like he cared for Catherine, only different. Quatre, in a way, was like Middii. Trowa couldn't shoot Middii. And Trowa just couldn't forget about Quatre. That left only one option. HE had get over it. HE didn't act like this during the war. He didn't act like this the last time Quatre was kidnapped either, though at the time Trowa didn't know what was happening to Quatre.

It makes all the difference when you are actually aware of what is going on, doesn't it? Trowa thought with some minor realization.

A stinging sensation tingled in the back of Trowa's mind; slowly drawing is attention back to his hand. He glanced at it for a moment, watched as blood continued to pump out, more blood then he'd initially expected, and took note that his two middle knuckles were split open, the other two only deeply scratched.

Trowa pushed himself away form the wall, neglecting to note the blood that had run down the wall and to the floor, and ran the tap again. He numbly put his hand under the flowing water and watched as the crimson mingled with the cool liquid.

Trowa knew what to do. There was no question in it. He had to get Quatre back. For Dorothy's sake. For his own peace of mind.

When the blood proved itself discouragable Trowa reached over and grabbed a handful of paper towels, placing them over his wound.

The bathroom door opened.

"The doc said you were in here." Duo's grin was a façade. "We found Quatre." Or was it? "I was told to get you. What did you do to your hand?"

Trowa stared at Duo, shocked. Duo then took in Trowa's full appearance, took a quick survey of the room, and smiled sonically, an expression that never did fit his face.

"Not surprising. I guess I gave you too much time to think."

Trowa said nothing but he continued to stare, unsure what Duo meant.

"I came in after you just as you entered the bathroom. When the doc told me where ya were I decided to let ya take care of yourself first, but since you were taking too long, I had a feeling you were already done doing whatever you came in to do."

"Typical." Trowa stated and continued to wrap his hand.

"Let Morton, or whatever his name is, deal with that. By the amount of blood on the floor I don't think that will take care of it, ya know?"

Trowa said nothing as Duo left the doorframe and called Norton over. There was too say. And nothing to do but let Norton fix his hand up.

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this incident could be interpreted two ways. 1) Dorothy was right about Trowa's feelings towards Quatre. 2) Middii (from his episode zero) was right, as well, about how limiting having a emotions can be (there is a brief incident in Blind Valentine where Trowa flashes back to her words, you can read them there if you want, or go to the site where I mentioned the ep zero's are in the epilogue of this story) and how she wished she could be more like Trowa, vice versa really….

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k2: Welp! That's it folks! Hope ya like it.

MK: One thing is for sure, this is defiantly better then the first version.

k2: I'M SO HAPPY!

MK: Review replys!

k2: MousyCoon: I appreciate your faith in me, Mousy. I have to admit, however, that if I end up slacking off while writing this story, I know will make a mistake. I mean, plot holes will always be a forerunner in these kinda stories, so I have to be extremely tedious as I write. But it won't be plot holes you readers need to wory about. It's gonna be the plot twists that will have you guys trying to kill me. Especially the new twist I decided to throw in last night that will follow up this first story, but may be separated by the recovery story I decided to add in.

MK: This girl is suicidal, just keep that in mind, okay?

Da-Ku Hisaki: Boo? As in ghosty boo, or another type of boo? Boo is an extremely complex word when you're looking for opinions.

Anyway, glad you like the chapter! Hope you liked this one too! AND UPDATE YOUR OWN STORY!

Moonjava: Thank you so much! I appreciate your reviews and opinions, and am glad you are really enjoying it. I am also glad you think my writing is so good and well written! That was my main purpose for revising, I just wish I had more reviews. Ya know, some people have over a hundred reviews by the time they get to chapter 11. I wish I could get that many, but by the looks at what I have now that's a long time in coming. Oh, well. Reviews aren't everything; I just like to know people are enjoying what I do. And I also appreciate any and all constructive criticism's I receive.

Hope you all liked this chapter! See ya next time!

Ciao!