-angels sing- It's a miracle! Chapter two is FINALLY here! I was shocked by getting five reviews for the first chapter...so thanks to all of you! Here's Fiona's Chapter...WARNING: The following chapter contains an extreme overdose of Van/Fiona fluff. o.o

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Zoids, or anything related to it. I do own the DVDs though. And some of the CDs. -glares- You keep away from them... -shakes a stick threateningly-
Chapter 2: Song for Fiona

Fiona Freiheight fumed silently as she diced the tomatoes on a cutting board. There were two separate pots simmering on the stove as well as something cooking in the oven, all of it adding a rather pleasant aroma to the kitchen. Zeke lay curled up at the base of the table, watching the blonde's movements as she prepared a salad.

"How dare he...leaving me here." she said to herself with a frown.

Her husband, one Van Freiheight, had been called on some important Guardian Force duty. She had wanted to go along as well, but he had objected to it outright. She couldn't do anything even remotely dangerous with a baby on the way, he'd reasoned. Riding in a Blade Liger was hardly considered dangerous! This w the second time he'd left her behind, and she knew it would grow into a pattern as her pregnancy continued. Perhaps even after.

She cringed at the thought.

Three months remained until the baby would arrive. Just three months more. The first two had been agonizing; she was constantly plagued by nausea and vomiting...she still felt horrible over ruining Karl's hat. Things had been going more smoothly after the first two months, however, which was a relief to both her and Van. She smiled faintly, remembering the feeling of the baby's first kick. Van was probably more excited than she was...

"Oh!" Fiona gasped.

"Fi? What's the matter?" Van asked, getting up from the spot where he was stoking the fire.

"The baby, it--"

"What, did something happen? I'll call the doctor. Better yet, I'll bring you to him--

"Van..."

"--no, you're right, that might be dangerous to you. I'll call him--"

"Van..."

"--I should call Maria! She'll know what to do! So I'll go get the doctor, Maria...I'll get the priest too! And they'll be able to--

"VAN!"

He stopped his panicked rant and paused to look at her, blinking in confusion at her sudden outburst. She took one look at his face and began laughing uncontrollably. His face fell, suddenly wondering why she was laughing at him. He pouted, waiting for some form of an explanation.

"Van, there's nothing wrong with the baby...I felt it kick." she explained.

His face lit up like a Christmas Tree.

"Really? You did?" he asked, his dark eyes shining brightly as he knelt next to her, placing a hand on her stomach. "Whoa! There it goes again! He or she's gonna be a soccer player!"

"Oh Van." she laughed.

Sighing lightly at the memory, Fiona rested her hand on her stomach before continuing to dice the tomatoes.

"But that doesn't make me any less angry with him..." she decided. "Ouch!"

Having not been paying full attention, she'd slipped with the knife and nicked her finger. Shaking it for a moment, she brought it up to her lip and sucked on it, cursing her slip-up. After a moment, she removed her finger and looked at it in the light, exhaling deeply. It wasn't deep...but it sure had hurt! She frowned as she inspected it, a little blood collecting around the small cut. She was lucky she hadn't cut her finger off.

"Blood...I remember a time when the sight of it was enough to make me cry." she said, reflecting on the war and both of the Deathsaurer attacks.

"Me too." said a voice, accompanied by a strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"You're back." she said simply, laying her hands on top of his.

"Yeah, the meeting was pretty short after all. You didn't miss much. Well...Hermann did throw a bit off a hissy fit when Schubaltz conked out half-way through the meeting. Can you believe that? It's not like him at all!" Van said laughingly.

"Van, you still could have taken me." she said.

"So...I take it you're still mad?" he asked hesitantly.

Her silence was enough of a confirmation. He sighed heavily, laying his forehead on her shoulder.

"Fiona, listen. I'm only thinking of what's best for you and the baby. Sure, a ride in the Liger and a meeting aren't very dangerous, but what about other things? Like a sudden sand storm? Or an attack by an enemy? What then?" he inquired.

"I know. I know those things can be dangerous...I just wish you'd include me a little more. Like you used to." Fiona explained.

"Alright. I can try...but no promises. If I think it will interfere with your or the the baby's safety, you have to go along with what I decide. Deal?" he asked.

"Deal." she said with a smile. "But if you ever go to another meeting without telling me, I won't bake another Papaya Strudel for as long as I live."

"Awwwww, Fi-o-na!" Van wailed.

She giggled lightly at her husband's dismay. Her mood was better now...she felt as though something had been resolved. The meeting mattered not now, as the rest of the night was enjoyed with a lovely dinner and tender kisses by the light of the fire...

Hooray! Next we'll be taking a peek inside the mind of everyone's favorite mercenary...Irvine! And the eye-patch that controls his mind! xP Sorry...inside joke. As always, reviews are appreciated and flames will be donated to local boy scouts.