"We are not naming her Daisy! I refuse to let my daughter share the same name as Petunia's overweight child!"

Lily Potter ne Evans, high on pain killers, was having an argument with her husband and the father of her daughter James.

So far Lily had rejected Iris, Corona, Cassiopeia, Persephone and now Daisy.

"Well what do you think we should name our first born child?"

"Morrigan."

James blinked, then immediately blinked again.

"Thank Merlin for pensieves, because you'll never believe me otherwise. So you want to name our first child after the Celtic goddess of War?"

"My mother was Irish, and our daughter will be registered with both the English and Irish consulate! I refuse to let your precious pure blood crap ruin our daughter!" ranted Lily.

Ireland had the highest ratio of mixed bloods and creature inheritances in the UK.

Mostly because the muggleborn Irish didn't like the way they were treated, so when they went home they convinced their countrymen to set up a separate Ministry.

After a rather nasty dispute, the two had reached a stalemate...in the sense that the English idiots ran home with their tails tucked between their legs and agreed to consider them a separate Ministry. To be fair, the power levels of the muggleborns and half-bloods had been rising, whereas the pure bloods were on a steep decline.

James winced at the reminder, as his great-great grandfather had been on the wrong end of many an Irish wizard. To be fair, it was his own fault for drinking at an Irish pub so often, and getting drunk enough to insult every man at the bar.

"So Morrigan Corona Potter?" he offered.

"Acceptable," slurred Lily. She passed out, satisfied that the issue of the name had been dealt with.

James was not looking forward to explaining to his wife she was the reason why their daughter was named after a Celtic goddess known to take the form of an old hag.

Call it accidental magic, call it blind luck. Either way when Voldemort went to kill the Potter girl, the child somehow managed to apparate just before the curse hit her. Instead it hit the childish mirror Lily had gotten from the market and reflected back onto him. The mirror was shattered, but that wasn't the half of the problem.

Voldemort was killed by pure luck and chance.

Sirius would spend the next decade and a half trying to find his goddaughter, after almost being arrested inside Gringotts trying to barter for a spell to track her.

Knowing she was alive gave him enough reason to argue with the aurors loudly enough to force a trial to be held. Public opinion of the ineffectual Ministry practically demanded it, hearing Black rant about how they were wasting time arresting him instead of looking for his heir.

Several years later...

It was during the lessons on torture that Morgan made the biggest decision of her young life.

She was going to hide her gender from the world.

The mysterious, yet highly manipulative Doctor J still had no idea she was a girl. The simple fact of the matter was that because she preferred short hair and had yet to hit puberty (not to mention the fact he had little interest in seeing a naked child) meant that he had operated under the assumptions that his perfect soldier was in fact a boy.

Which was why after learning of the fact that there were many more options to break girls than there were boys, she decided that for the sake of her sanity, it was best to keep her gender a closely guarded secret.

Left unsaid was that she didn't think Doctor J was worthy of learning said fact.

It was only when Operation Meteor was to be deployed and she received her code name that she realized her ploy had been successful. Perhaps too successful.

After all, there was no way she could turn the name "Heero Yuy" into a girl's name.

At least she had found a way to successfully switch between her "male" persona and her female side, which she had dubbed Morgan.

It wasn't perfect, and any decent psychologist would likely diagnose her with multiple personality disorder since she effectively shunted most of the training J had given her into a perfect soldier on her male half, which was now designated as "Heero".

Heero was almost emotionless and thought of nothing more than the mission. Morgan was a bit easier to be around, personality wise, but she was more apt to jump in head first than think things through. And there was also the matter of her real self having a bit of a mischievous personality, whereas Heero was a stickler for the rules, or at the very least his orders.

That included the part about not letting witnesses who saw his Gundam living.

On the plus side, it was going to be much easier hiding her period from casual view. Doctor J had started getting suspicious because of the sudden uptake in common medicines like Advil and Tylenol around Heero's personal bathroom.

Her menstrual cramps were absolute murder.

Getting into Wing, it felt like coming home. Over the years, she had come to realize she had a power that made it easier for her to hide her true gender. Everything from making her chest shrink to making it look like she had the same equipment as a man, to changing her hair color and eyes.

She chose a dark brown, which was common enough to be unnoticed, and a Prussian blue for her eyes. Her hair, outside of the color however, refused to lie flat and instead insisted on becoming a bird's nest.

While annoying, she could live with it so long as it didn't stick up every which way whenever she switched back to being Morgan.

Once her pre-flight checks were complete, she took off and headed to Earth.

She would never figure out if running headlong into Zechs Marquise of all people was bad luck or fate.

Several months later, in the Winner mansion...

Quatre was slightly confused. He kept having the sensation of a female during that time of the month, but as far as he was aware the entirety of the staff was male. His friends lived a rough life, and were comprised of all men since the women generally patched them up and kept things running.

That left only...

Oh.

The last time he felt this particular combination was when Iria had run out of medicines to make 'that time of the month' a little easier and another sister refused to share hers. Though it later turned out she had run out as well, and was about to start.

Considering the house was sparsely populated, save for when he was in residence...and there were almost no female staff that were under fifty, it was likely that the lone female occupant had no idea where to look for the medicine.

Seeing the surprised (and sensing the relief) coming from Heero, he knew his guess was spot on when he handed "him" a bottle of Advil.

"How did..."

"Heero, I have 29 older sisters, most of whom generally fall under the same time frame and share equally painful cramps. Also, I know for a fact most of the people here are men, or over fifty. Which left you," deadpanned Quatre.

Heero nodded, accepting his explanation. Someone with 29 sisters and a rare Empathy ability would be able to tell a girl from a boy, especially during her period.

"Is Heero your real name?"

"If I have longer hair, I go by Morgan. It was easier to deal with the training by splitting my perfect soldier persona from my real one," said Heero. "Word of the wise, avoid me during full moons. I have no idea why that always triggers it, but I make a point to insure I have the proper medicines to hide the symptoms. I wasn't aware I was running so low."

Quatre nodded, glad to be away from what most would consider a highly awkward topic. Then again, he had always been rather effeminate and his sisters never bothered to hide the discussion of their symptoms around him, reasoning that he might as well hear about the birds and the bees rather than be traumatized looking it up online.

And really, outside of mild surprise learning that the pilot known as Heero was in fact a girl, it did little to hinder the fact she was still an effective fighter. Though he could understand perfectly well why she hid her gender from the public.

There were many unscrupulous people, some like Lady Une, who wouldn't hesitate to use her gender as a way to break her in order to obtain the Gundams or those responsible for creating them.

Besides, if it weren't for a fluke, he never would have guessed that the most stoic boy he knew was in fact a woman.

Morgan was having a rather...unusual time. Namely the fact that aside from running into Duo, she kept seeing flashes of pink out of the corner of her eye.

Relena Darlian was a stalker of the worst sorts. This wasn't the first time she had run into the persistent girl, and after the incident when Une destroyed the school in order to get to her, the girl had been tutored rather than attend another institution.

Understandable really, save for one fact.

Relena had developed an unhealthy interest in one "Heero Yuy", and made a point to look for anyone fitting his basic description in the short term applicants in the public schools.

Her mother and guards humored her, because she was an unusually serious girl, and chasing after a boy was something they hoped would make it easier to evacuate her from any more attempts on her life.

So far there had been three, and because she wasn't tied down to any location they were able to successfully remove her from the equation.

Several things, however, made her interest problematic.

One, Morgan had zero interest in her, outside of protecting the one pacifist she felt could change things. Two, Morgan was most certainly NOT a lesbian in any way, shape or form...if push came to shove she would sooner latch on to one of her fellow pilots or even Zechs before she considered Relena an option. Three, Relena was seriously persistent, and just having her around risked compromising any assignment given. Four, because she was a known daughter of a pacifist, and sympathetic to the Gundam pilots (or at least Heero) there was very little chance that any of them would get the orders to dispose of her.

At least, not a direct one anyway.

Personally Morgan would love to hogtie the girl, send her packing back to her adopted mother, and put her blond butt in house arrest until things were properly settled down. It was bad enough that Oz was just beginning to start their initial moves to take over the planet.

At this point, the most she was fervently hoping was that Relena had zero romantic inclinations with other girls. With any luck, once her real gender came out (along with why she had hidden it in the first place) Relena would cut her loses and latch on to some other poor bastard. Until then she had to suck it up.

"Man, that Darlian girl is pretty persistent," commented Duo. This wasn't the first time he saw her, but it was the most recent. And he openly pitied Heero, because that girl had been watching him like a hawk about to eat a particularly juicy mouse.

He didn't know Heero that well personally, but even he could tell that being forced to deal with Relena's presence would be anything but pleasant for his fellow pilot. Relena liked the frou-frou crap most girls either outgrew or at least toned down by the time they were sixteen.

He honestly had no idea that limousines came in that bright a pink, but even he shuddered at the idea of having to be around anything that girly all the time. And that was before you got into the fact she clearly thrived in high society, while Heero would much rather be in his Gundam or in front of a computer hacking something.

Heero Yuy was the embodiment of an Alpha Male, and the last thing he would enjoy is wearing some stupid suit and having to play nice with the very people who started this war.

(Duo would later realize the irony in that statement after learning Heero's actual gender. It would baffle him for years that the manliest guy he knew was in fact a woman.)

"Did you get the same message?" asked Heero.

"New Edwards. If we do this right, we could end the war in one fell swoop," said Duo.

Heero cast a glance back at his screen, before he did something that surprised the Deathscythe pilot. He shook his head.

"It's too easy, and something about this stinks of a set up. Word is that Trieze himself will be in attendance, and that man is a master manipulator. He might try to pull a bait and switch just to pin the blame on us," said Heero.

Duo was silent...before he admitted to himself Heero had a valid reason to be suspicious.

Now that he mentioned it, it was a bit too easy that several OZ delegates would be present, especially with a known threat like the Gundams. At lot of little things started piling up, and the entire thing smelled fishy.

Still, they had their orders.

"At least I'll be able to ditch Relena..." muttered Heero. Duo didn't bother to hide his snicker.

New Edwards, a week later...

Nobody noticed the rather friendly female soldier on the base. They just assumed she belonged because the higher ups never said anything about her.

They equally ignored the fact that she was often seen with a computer, and had anyone looked they would have noticed her digging into things that she shouldn't be.

But who would notice a harmless rookie soldier with such a friendly and open personality? Especially one that hung around the guys who were single. She didn't put out, but she also didn't stand out enough to be targeted.

An unspoken risk of female soldiers was that sometimes, it wasn't the enemy that you had to worry about. Your fellow soldiers could be just as dangerous as any rebel soldier...and the odds of getting actual help in those scenarios were often dependent on a number of factors.

Like whether the female was attacked by a superior officer, whether they had the support they needed to report it, and if they could handle the subtle harassment of the men they worked with.

Hence the reason why she tended to vanish and remain as unappealing as possible while still maintaining a friendly atmosphere.

Morgan Lowe had infiltrated the base a full three days ahead of the conference and confirmed something.

The entire thing was a set up to make the Gundam Pilots take the blame for the deaths of the more outspoken pacifists who could actually help.

Like she was going to let that happen. Time to prepare some well laid havoc before the main event...starting with those missile silos just outside the base that were so tempting to mess with.

It was child's play disabling the self-destruct mechanisms, and really no one would even notice if a few wires were cut until it was too late. By all appearances, they were still functioning, but without a certain password she had to personally input from Wing, the missiles would sit pretty like they always had. She also messed with the GPS and the controls, so she could launch them if and when she needed too.

Having a bunch of nuclear missiles under her control with no one the wiser was more of a precaution. And just so no one knew she messed with them directly, she made sure to implant a virus that would disable any outside attempts to set the things off.

Again, it would only be obvious if someone tried to blow them up from a distance, and it was just hidden enough to make it look like that was all she had done.

One never knew when a back-up plan was needed, after all.