Symphony 9, e Minor, Op. 95, "From the New World"-Antonin Dvorak.

holy crap you guys! 76 reviews! I don't think i've ever gotten that many before, you guys really made my day.

I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, i was smacked by a huge case of the writer's block. But i wrote this in all one sitting, while wearing my new Trowa t-shirt! I was a sad panda though, the store had no Heero shirts. But I like Trowa a lot anyway, so i wasn't totally brokenhearted, lol. Trowa's a good writing partner, as well :-)

Shout Out Time (tm):

Reignashii: i know the feeling, so many wonderful GW authors have moved on to different series. I'm so glad you found my humble 'fic, and that it's able to hold your attention, yay!

Kay jolyn: my wrist is a whole lot better, and the big scrape on my knee is pretty much healed so i'm going to try riding my bike again tomorrow:-) can you imagine a panda librarian? With the cranky face and the little half-glasses, going "Shh! Talking in the library makes me a sad panda!"

Chikifriend: Everytime i post a new chapter of this, i look forward to your reviews, lol. I've always felt that Heero was a real person, and not a machine; that he seems unfeeling because he has to distance himself from feelings to be able to perform effectively in battle. But that's jsut how I see him, awkward in social situations and rather shy :-) can you imagine Heero and Relena's kids? They'd be so busy trying to keep them from breaking out of the playpen and taking the toaster apart, lol!

DogDemonK9: i'm not a cowgirl, but cute coyboys...:drool: i didn't even notice the marijuana connotation when i mentioned 'magic cookies!' that made me laugh so hard when i read your review. I think all the reviewer vibes helped my wrist get better so i could type, lol.

Kirbus: ooh! Reviewer kisses! I haven't been kissed since my boyfriend and i broke up, in like April...:sad: Thanks for reviewing, i'm so glad you like this :-)

Haruko Higurashi: naw, you're not obnoxious at all, you're just enthusiastic, lol. I've always thought that Heero had cuteness potiential, though it's tricky because I don't want him to be so cute that he's OOC.

Rin Amaru: there will definately be a lime (or two!) here at and quite possibly a lemon (or two!) on BI and/or Aishiteru :-)

Shikiko Rikuo Korono: i feel a sitcom coming on, normal person with Heero and Duo as the brothers. It would be so funny! Anyway, thanks for your review! Keep it up, ne:-)

as you well know, Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me (neither does Heero...:-( but the plot does, so don't steal it. if you do, i'll track you down and throw water balloons at you. ones filled with really really cold water, yeah.

i really hope you enjoy this chapter, bon appetit mes amis!

ESUN President Relena Darlian-Peacecraft had dropped her coffee cup in surprise. One of the most composed people living today in the Earth Sphere had dropped her cup, shocked to see him. He quickly quashed the bubble of amusement rising in him, a smirk quirking his full lip.

"Good morning, Madam President. Special Agent Heero Yuy, reporting for duty." He snapped her a crisp salute, feeling irrationally dashing when he saw the faint blush staining her cheeks. She gave him a strange look, as if she were trying to think of the appropriate reply.

"Nice to see you Preventer Yuy, you're early by about 11 hours," she replied evenly, the trace of pink intensifying to a pretty shade of rose. Heero couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going through her mind.

She's so...sexy...Images of Relena and himself in various states of undress flitted across his usually focused brain. Relena naked in my bed...on her desk...on my desk...the cockpit of Wing...He smirked, the last image the most potent and enduring of them all. Hell, he had been having the aforementioned fantasy since he had met her, much to his chagrin. I am a very sick man... But, he concluded, there wasn't any other woman he would want to realize those fantasies with. It had always been Relena, it was always Relena, and (he hoped) it would always be Relena.

She brushed imaginary lint from her skit, bringing him back into the cold harshness of reality. Relena avoided his eyes, and he hers. He was embarrassed to be having certain adult thoughts about the woman standing right in front of him. If anything, that intensified the ache of need building in the pit of his stomach.

"Let's just say I had an opening in my schedule, besides, I have reports to give you," he said carefully, placing the four manila folders onto her desk. "I'd like for you to look these over and let me know how you would like to proceed."

"Thank you, Agent Yuy, I'll look at these as soon as I get the chance. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Her voice was soft, still businesslike but with an undercurrent of something he couldn't identify.

Heero snuck a long look at her, drinking in the sight of Relena like a man dying of thirst take his first drink of water. Her dark golden hair had been pulled away from her face into two braids, pinned intricately to the sides of her head. It was lovely, but it would be even more beautiful loose and flowing if spread around her on the- no, his- sheets like a halo. His fingers itched to slide through the silky strands, to bury themselves close to her scalp and bring her face up to his...to kiss her senseless and hear her moan his name in the throes of her orgasm. Shit...I should say something instead of staring at her like I've never seen a beautiful woman before...

"That should be all for now, though I would like to meet with you in the next few days about your current security situation." Cool and professional, his voice betrayed nothing of the swirling emotion he felt inside. He needed to get out of there, and fast, before he did something stupid like kiss her. How he loved her.

He was no longer the scared teenager he once was, afraid of unfamiliar emotion. No, this was the grown up Heero Yuy; the one who loved passionately the one woman he knew he could, and should, never have. He knew that she could never love him as he loved her; some nights the weight of that realization sucked the air from his lungs and left him gasping. But, he also knew that as long as he lived there would be no other woman. Relena filled his heart, there was, and would be, no room for anyone else. Heero was not afraid to admit this to himself or his dog, admitting it to another human being terrified him to no end.

"Just talk to Marianne on your way out and she'll pencil you in," her tired voice cut into his thoughts, an undertone of strain that caught his attention. Something's not right...he stared at her, his dark blue eyes focused on her violet ones.

He wanted to say something, his lips parting slightly, but thought better of it and opted for a crisp salute instead. Relena always took his words, not that he had that many for other people, but something about her made it impossible for him to think.

"Good day, Madam President," he turned and headed toward the door, cursing his awkwardness and lack of social skills.

"Good day to you too, Agent Yuy" She called out, just before he stepped out. He stopped, his unruly brunet (AN: Yes, that's a real word, the masculine form of 'brunette' ) hair shifted and he gazed at her over his shoulder. She blushed and he was caught by the combination of her innocence and innate sexiness. Heero couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking the same thoughts he was. He smirked at her, an unconsciously sensual look, and left the office.

Halfway back to Une's office, he let himself relax. Relena always put him on edge. When they had first met, it had been because she had been an obstacle in the way of the completion of his mission and that she had made him feel violently uncomfortable. But now it was an entirely adult sort of discomfort, one that was merely intensified by seeing her in person after eight years. Of course, he had kept up with her over the years he had been on L1 going to the university and taking time to figure himself out. He watched all her speeches, even setting the video recorder to tape them if he was unable to watch them live. She had grown more beautiful, growing taller, the flat lines of girlhood melting away into the smooth curves of womanhood. His brain recognized that, but had been unprepared to encounter such radiant beauty in person.

But there had been something in her eyes, something hidden and secret lurking in their violet depths; weariness he had never seen before. Relena had always been slender, but now she looked positively underweight. His keen eyes had spotted the dark circles under her eyes, though they had been cleverly concealed by her make-up. Although her posture was perfect (as it had always been), tension and fatigue made her appear smaller than her 5'7" frame.

Heero had just raised his hand to knock on Une's door when he heard the frantic voice of Relena's secretary.

"Dr. Po! Please come to Ms. Relena's office as soon as you can! The president is hurt!" Marianne practically screamed into the telephone.

Without another thought, he was walking quickly back to Relena's office, his long legs carrying him to her aid. The office door was open and he could see her legs sprawled in a rather uncomfortable position.

Relena was laying on her back, eyes closed and blood pouring from her nose. Shit...he thought and carefully concealed his worry and let the Soldier in him take over. She cracked open an eye and winced before closing it again.

"Relena, you need to stay awake, all right?" He kept his voice quiet as he assessed her injury.

"I ab awake!" Relena cried, her voice distorted by blood and broken nose.

Heero was concerned, his voice betraying his worry. "Relena, open your eyes, I need to check your pupils," he said roughly as he pulled a penlight from the breast pocket of his dress uniform.

She opened her eyes as directed and he leaned down close, their noses almost touching. She's even beautiful up close...he thought while he shone the light into her right eye. The pupil contracted quickly, a good sign. The left pupil reacted exactly the same when he shone the light into it. The blonde woman whimpered softly, before looking back up at him with murder in her eyes. She looks like she wants to hit me, some pacifist...it was a valiant effort, but he concealed his amusement.

"Equal and reactive, that's a good sign Relena. Now let's sit you up so Sally can get a better look at you when she arrives." Heero's voice was soft as he gently slid an arm under her back to help her sit up. It took all of his control not to kiss her right then, she gazed up at him so sweetly. He propped her slight body against his chest and removed the blood soaked handkerchief away from her face.

"Those stains are neber cobing out, Heero," she said softly as she sagged limply against him.

He was on fire, never had he held her so closely before, not even during the dance at St. Gabriel's. The soft scent of roses clung to her skin and he forced himself not to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck to breathe her in more deeply.

"It's all right, Ms. Relena, I have plenty more at home," Marianne, finally off the vidphone, crouched down beside them. The young secretary looked terrified, her eyes worried. "Dr. Po should be here in about ten minutes, alright Ms. Relena?"

"'Dat's fide, Baryand, thank you for your hankie. I'b going to be fide, don't worry aboud id." Relena managed a wan smile and she relaxed fully in his arms.

Heero caught the sparkle of tears in her eyes, her mouth tightened in a vain effort to keep them at bay. Gently he brushed them away, for once not caring if her blood stained his fingers. He glanced at them, noting the make-up mixed with it. Curiosity piqued, he turned her to face him. Shocked, his eyes took in the black and blue stain that tainted her porcelain cheekbone. He hoped the woman in his arms didn't see the slight trembling in his hands as he carefully wiped more of the make-up from her face. The bruise continued upward from her cheekbone, curving around the outer orbital bone of her left eye and into her eyebrow. What the fuck!...I'm going to kill whoever did this...he thought as anger seared his brain, his Prussian blue eyes darkening dangerously.

"Relena, who did this to you?" His voice was firm and controlled, all earlier traces of softness gone. Already his analytical mind was racing; mentally he flipped through reports about her stalker, all the while thanking genetics for blessing him with a photographic memory.

"Uuuub...well..." She began, turning her head gingerly to stare out the window behind her desk.

And then the proverbial shit really hit the fan as the office door was flung open violently. A tall man with long, white-blond hair stood in the doorway, his ice blue eyes fairly glowing with fury.

"Yuy! What the fuck did you do to my sister?"

eee! Zechs is here! Stay tuned for more funny, naughty day dreams, a little angst, and...Duo in drag?

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