(Lol, here I am again! This story is unashamed fluff, and it may be that I've made them a little OOC

in it. But I've had this idea floating about in my head for ages, y'see, and I had to write it..)

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Mwu La Fllaga patted the golden leg of the Akatsuki.

"Thanks, buddy. I'll tell the little missy that you saved the ship, okay?"

After changing back into his uniform, he strolled out into the main hangar bay of the Archangel. It

felt odd looking at this place and the people working in it. Until a few hours ago it and they had been

strange to him. But now he remembered the place, the people's faces and names. They had been friends, had

fought a war together. It felt like he'd been sleeping, or seeing in black and white, for the last two years...

As he continued to walk past the now silent mobile suits, he became aware that someone was watching him.

A tall woman with auburn hair standing near the door. Murrue.

Mwu smiled. The memories that he was most pleased had returned to him were all about her. Memories

of kisses, stolen moments, their nights alone together...They all hit him at once as he gazed at her, making his

heart skip a beat.

Did she come here to find me?

He waved at her and smiled. "Hey"

Murrue looked up and saw him walking towards her. Her mind was whirling. Part of her was wondering

why the hell she had come down here, and part of her wanted to just hug him and never let him go. For

the moment, the rational side of her was winning. She was the captain of this ship, after all and she had to

maintain her dignity.

Besides, even though I'm pretty sure he's Mwu again now, how can I be certain?

She took a deep breath, collected herself, and began.

"Um, Colonel, thank you very much for saving the ship. I - we, really appreciate it, and...and..."

She looked up at him. Big mistake. He was just smiling gently at her, his deep blue eyes twinkling.

She felt herself blush, and to her horror, she started stuttering.

"T-that is to say...I...we" She looked away in embarrassment.

Idiot! IDIOT! she scolded herself. Why was she acting this way? Blushing and stammering

like a lovesick teenager? How childish was she being?

Mwu's smile grew as he watched Murrue's internal struggle. He knew she must be horribly

embarrassed by her own reactions and emotions when she was trying to be all official, but

he just found it adorable.

Besides, since she wouldn't (or couldn't) look at him, it gave him a chance to stare at her.

Porcelain skin, marigold eyes, dark auburn hair...His heart skipped again.

She's even more beautiful than I remember. How could I have forgotten her? How could I not

have missed her?

Before he could stop himself, Mwu reached out to her face with his hand and began to caress

her cheek with his thumb.

Murrue's eyes fluttered closed as she felt his gentle touch on her face. Her cheeks flushed an even

deeper pink, but this time, she didn't notice. She tilted her head to the left, leaning into his caress

ever so slightly. This felt so familiar...

Hey, what are you doing? her rational mind yelled. You're the captain, remember? Get it together!

She pulled away from his hand. (regretting it totally) and opened her eyes. She still wasn't able to

look at him, though, and so didn't see the amused smile on his face as he removed his hand.

"Thank you for - um - fighting so hard for us, and...I...uh.." she managed.

Mwu watched Murrue's valiant efforts to be professional, but in truth he was only half listening to

her. He was thinking about how lucky he was. In a funny kind of way, he guessed that he should be

thankful to Djibril. If the EA hadn't found him and decided to save his life, he wouldn't be standing here

now. Sure, in those two years he had been Djbril's puppet, and done some terrible things (he couldn't

bring himself to think about them now), but at least he had been alive. If it hadn't been for Freedom

shooting down his Windam in Berlin, he would never have seen Murrue again. He would have carried on

just being a doll, and most likely have been killed in battle at Heaven's Base, or aboard the Girty Lue in

space. He would have died without ever remembering that he was supposed to be a different person, or

that someone as beautiful as Murrue had stayed so loyal to his memory...

He reached out again, and this time began to play with the hair at the back of her neck. She gasped,

and her words faded away. Once again, her eyes closed and her cheeks reddened.

I love you so much, Murrue. I'm so glad we were able to find each other again...

Murrue's rational mind was quickly being drowned out, both by the feel of his fingers gently stroking the

back of her neck, and her own rapidly accelerating heartbeat. This wasn't fair, it wasn't...

"You're not...you're not giving me a chance to...to"

She heard a sigh. "Murrue" he said, sounding a little exasperated.

She opened her eyes and finally looked up at him. What she saw made her gasp again. His blue eyes

shone with emotion...and recognition. Not the cold indifference she had seen there when he had first woken

up in sickbay, but real recognition, as well as happiness...and love. She felt tears prickle the back of her

eyelids.

"Does this count as keeping my promise to you? After all, I have come back, and I did bring victory

with me. I'm just...late, that's all" he said softly.

Murrue burst into tears. "Mwu!" she cried, finally giving in to her emotions, and casting dignity to the winds.

She flung herself into his waiting arms and buried her head in his shoulder, crying her heart out. Mwu could

feel his uniform being soaked through with her tears, but he couldn't care less about that. He wrapped his

arms tightly around her and rocked her back and forth gently, soothing her.

"I - I missed you so much, I just..." she sobbed.

"Ssssshh" he whispered, stroking her hair. "It's all right now, it's all right.."

Murrue removed her head from his shoulder and looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face.

"I love you, Mwu, please don't ever leave me again.."

He smiled down at her.

"Not a chance. You're stuck with me now."

She raised up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. Mwu

returned the kiss immediately, closing his eyes and pulling Murrue close to him. She smiled as he did

so, her loneliness and heartache evaporating, never to return.

This time, we can be together forever...

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(Awwwww, how sweet. If I made them OOC, this time I don't care. I've wanted to write this for ages, ever

since Fukuda didn't bother to add a reunion scene to GSD (damn you!).

I always imagined that Murrue-san would be so happy that Mwu finally came back to her, but

try and keep a dignified front, bless her.

Inspiration brought to you today by:

a. More notes on a till reciept.

b. Insomnia.

c. Fanart.

d. An overactive imagination.

Please read and review!)