Chapter Three – True Beginnings

Heero's head was spinning when he finally came to. He had to remember to shoot Howard when he got back. Suddenly it hit him. Got back? Did it work? Was he in a new reality? He was almost afraid to open his eyes. What would he see? How would he look? Deciding he couldn't keep his eyes shut forever, he carefully opened them. The room he was in was dark, but from what he could see, it was very bare. He sat up and blinked before realizing he was on a couch with a small blanket laid over him. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus, and he noticed a large window covered by dark curtains. He stood and walked to them. Opening the curtains, light filled the small room and Heero had to cover eyes his to keep from being blinded.

"It's about time you woke up."

Heero turned around quickly at the sound of the female voice and reached for his gun only to find nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He blinked into the newly light room at the figure that was walking towards him.

"Who are you?" He asked and suddenly regretted it. It Howard's machine had worked then this person would think it odd that Heero was questioning them.

"You're sister, Bakayaro(1)." The girl replied.

Heero glared at the attitude and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nice attitude." He muttered.

Now that his eyes had adjusted, he was able to see her clearly. She was young, possibly 16, and looked very similar to him. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were shining blue. With her hair cut short, he could have sworn he was looking into a mirror. She was carrying a small tray with a bagel, some orange juice, and an apple. She set it on the coffee table before him with a huff and placed her hands on her hips.

"I can't get her to eat so you're going to have to do it. I'm going to be late for school." She said and stalked around the couch, grabbing a backpack from the floor on her way.

"Can't get who to eat?" Heero asked, following after her.

If he had a sister, he wanted to talk to her, learn about her and get to know her. The girl stopped and turned towards him with an annoyed look on her face.

"Mom, Baka (2). Are you hung over again?" She glared.

"Hung over?" Heero questioned.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Listen, she's in the bedroom and please don't leave for work without making sure she eats something this time, okay?" She asked before leaving the house and slamming the door behind her.

"My sister…hates me?" Heero asked himself.

He was hoping that his relationship with his sister was typically of siblings but he wasn't sure. He had nothing to go off of. Quatre was the only one he knew that had siblings and he was never very close to the man. He decided to seek out his mother and picked up the tray. He walked slowly down the hall, trying to take everything in. There were several pictures hanging on the walls, several of him and some of his sister. He paused in front of a large family picture. He was around 10 and standing in the front. Next to him was his sister, who appeared to be around the age of three, sitting in the lap of a beautiful young woman. Heero's eyes were fixated on her. She was lovely. Her long dark hair matched his perfectly and waved around her face. She had the same blue eyes that he often saw in the mirror and her smile was unlike anything he had ever seen. Could that really be…his mother? He could hardly believe it. Also in the picture was a tall man. He was standing with his hand on Heero's shoulder with a smile, slightly covered by his dark black mustache. Was that his father? It couldn't be…he never had a father. Or did he in his reality?

"Ahh, so you're awake!"

Heero turned and saw the tall man from the picture walking down the hall. He was wearing a suit and seemed to be in a bit of a hurry.

"Your mother's in the bedroom and be careful," He said as he approached, "She's in one of her moods." He winked and chuckled. "Oh well, I'm off to the office for a few hours and I know what you're going to say." He stopped and turned to Heero. "And yes, I'll be back in plenty of time for you to get to work." He smirked and continued walking. "I know how much you hate to be late!" He called over his shoulder and soon Heero heard the front door close.

Heero blinked and decided to process all of this new information as he continued searching for his mother. The house seemed to be rather small, with few bedrooms and only one bathroom. Not that Heero would complain; it was more than he'd ever received. He walked down the hall, glancing at pictures here and there, until he came to a door. He paused and then reached forward to open it. The room inside was dim, the curtains having only been cracked open and in the center was a large bed. In the center of it, Heero could see a small lump of a person and he knew it must be his mother. He approached quietly, in case she was sleeping, and moved to the edge. The figure stirred and a head appeared from under the many blankets. The woman from the picture was staring back at him, though the face was slightly more careworn and she seemed very tired.

"Mother?" Heero asked, almost not believing his eyes.

The woman smiled and pushed herself to a sitting position.

"Good morning, Orin dear. Why don't you come and sit next to me?" She smiled and patted the bed next to her.

Orin? His name was Orin? Well it made since; in his reality his name was Heero Yuy only because he chose that name as a cover when he entered school. It was a nice feeling to have a real name. He moved around to the side of the bed and set the tray on the nightstand before sitting next to his mother. His mother. The phrase still sounded foreign to him. He looked into her tired eyes and smiled.

"How…are you feeling?" He asked, remembering the care he sensed in the voices of his sister and, he assumed, his father.

She smiled and sat up further and Heero noticed the large bulge in her stomach. His eyes widened. "You're pregnant!" He exclaimed.

She laughed. "Of course I am. Goodness Orin, it's as though you just noticed." She smirked. "You haven't been out drinking again have you? Was it the same man as before? Oh what was his name…Tri…Try…Trinton? Yes, that's it. Was it Trinton again?" She winked.

Heero tried to process all that she was saying. So, in this reality, Heero was a drinker…that was extremely uncharacteristic. Heero never touched alcohol. It dulled his senses. Perhaps in this reality it didn't matter if his senses were dulled. And who was this…Trinton? A friend from work perhaps? Where was his work? He had so many questions, but in order to get them answered, he would have to be crafty.

"Never mind me, mother." He said, avoiding the topic. "I've been told you haven't eaten anything this morning."

"Oh Posh." She waved her hand away and frowned. "Marcie worries too much. I tell you she takes after her father. Such a worry wart." She turned to Heero. "But since when are you so concerned. It used to be that you and I had a connection…and understanding, if you will. Don't tell me I'm the only one on my side now?" She teased.

Heero couldn't help but smile. He felt an immediate connection to this woman and he suddenly began to regret never having her in his own world. He tried to understand what she was saying. Marcie must be his sister. But she said her father. Did that mean that the man who fathered Marcie did not father Heero? It was possible. Maybe Heero really was an experimental baby and his mother simply remarried. He turned to his mother and frowned.

"I'm not against you. But you need to eat." He turned to her stomach. "For the baby."

She crossed her arms in a pout and frowned. "Oh, alright. If you say so."

Heero handed her the tray and watched her slowly pick at the food before her. She looked up at him and frowned.

"Orin, honey, aren't you going to be late for work this morning?"

Heero thought about what his step-father had said. "No, I'm not going in till later…" He paused, he wasn't sure what to call his step-father, "Dad, went to work for a few hours and will be back before I have to leave."

She smiled brighter and giggled. "Wonderful! That means you and I will have some quality time."

Heero smiled. Quality time…that sounded nice. He would very much be looking forward to his time alone with the mother he never knew.

(1) Bakayaro – Asshole in Japanese (exact translation stupid bastard)

(2) Baka – Idiot in Japanese

Well, there's chapter three. Ai no miko500, you requested that I do Heero next so I did. I hope you enjoyed his alternet reality. And I'm glad you enjoyed Duo's! I'll probably be working on either Trowa or Wufei next unless I get any comments otherwise. Okay, well, happy reading everyone!