Two weeks earlier…


"Maxwell in trouble is a surprise to you?" Chang Wufei said at the screen of his video phone, a hand nervously smoothing the side of his head. It was a gesture he had picked up after his failed relationship with the braided pilot. That he unconsciously made whenever the name 'Maxwell' was mentioned in his presence.

"Well, Wufei, these terrorists aren't after him because of anything he had done recently. It is because he used to be a Gundam Pilot. They want to terminate him because of his participation in the war but why him and not us?" A blonde man answered, his fingers knotting and twitching. He finally restrained them by crossing them under his chin and staring intensely at the screen.

"Because he's a media whore and has sold his body to show business, therefore making him a walking target for any extremist anti-war movements. To put it shortly, he's an idiot, and I have no doubt that this group does not stand a chance. I actually feel sorry for the bastards, trying to mess with him. Your worries over his welfare are not necessary."

He tapped his fist on the table, stood up and looked away from the screen, at his office that had been decorated by his wife, Sally, at the jade dragon statue Quatre had given him as a wedding gift and sighed.

"You're twitching." He said, running his hand over the scar that went from his right eye to the back of his head, courtesy of the Maxwell Demon.


Let's just say Duo had not taken well having Sally chosen over him. He opened Wufei's head with his katana and left him bleeding on the floor in his apartment. If the cleaning maid had not arrived minutes after Maxwell had left the building, he would have been dead.

"You're stroking your scar." Quatre retorted, a smile gracing his lips. "I can't help it, whenever I talk about Duo…" He trailed off. He too had had a run in with the Fury that is a pissed-off Duo Maxwell. This incident had occurred right after the war. When Heero had left Duo and Relena had invited the remaining pilots to an engagement party to celebrate.

Duo had demanded him to stay away from the couple. As a Winner, and as the head of the Winner Incorporation, he was obligated to the soiree. Duo had not taken another betrayal well. Up to this day he still had nightmares about the way Duo had trashed up one of his living rooms and nearly broken every bone in his face and hands, not to mention left Trowa in a coma.

That was the last time he saw him, face to face, that is.

Now a days you could not go anywhere without seeing Duo Maxwell's face. He was on TV, in the magazines, he adorned almost every damn billboards in America. And yes, he was also a revered and esteemed war hero, who seemed to have had a very difficult life since the end of the war to the point when he became famous.

No one knew about that time except him. He knew Duo had children, twins. He also knew he was married.

And that they were all dead.


'Poor Duo… even after what you did to me…I owe you so much.'

"You shouldn't be so hard on him. He's had a hard life." Quatre said.

"We've all had hard lives! But you don't see me waltzing in and out of mental institutes or acting like a total psycho, now do you?"

"Duo has hard the hardest time and you know it! He was born on L2 for Allah's sake…"

"His place of birth should not determine his character."

"Stop being an ass and cut him some slack!" Quatre snapped, finally loosing his cool. "If you two have some bad blood between you still, which is ludicrous, it's been years since your troubles, you should work it out! In fact, I think we need to stop acting like teenagers and behave like grown men. We should have all remained comrades after the ordeal we went through together! We were a team and-"

"As much as I would love to hear the speech that 's bound to come ahead, I have a patient in less than half an hour I have to get his documents ready and …"

"I am serious. In fact, I am thinking of scheduling a dinner, a little Gundam Pilot reunion, don't you think?"

"I don't think that's a good idea…"

"It's set. I would send you an invitation by mail next Monday. Goodbye, Dr. Chang! Don't run yourself ragged." He terminated the conversation, leaving a mumbling Wufei in the dark office.

"Not a good idea at all…" He stroked his scar.

He looked at the name of the file folder he had thrown on his desk when he received Quatre's call.

Richard Maxwell?

"Is that last name so common? …Umn…umn…age nineteen…Tumor? Well…marital status…engaged…other…oh fucking injustice" The document fell out of rubbery hands.

Significant other: Duo Maxwell

Family members: Duo Maxwell

Emergency contact: Duo Maxwell


"Well I know that we're not married yet but I have just gone ahead and taken it because I don't want any one to know about my being here and because I love him so much…That's why you have to cure my tumor , because I have to be by his side forever and take care of him."

"Yes I understand…"

"No. I don't think, you do, Dr. Chang. Duo would not survive if I left him. I actually haven't told him yet. He knows I've been experiencing awful headaches and nose bleeds, but nothing else. I told him I just needed a vacation. That's why I have to try to kill this tumor now. So I would be healthy for the wedding."

Wufei could only shake his head as he stared at the young man in front of him. His greenish gold eyes were shining with a resolve that gave him goose bumps. But he knew that it was very dangerous for him to attempt the surgery at the time when his patient wanted him to.

"Your tumor has tripled in size over the past six months. We must wait and see if…"

"You don't know my fiancé, Doctor, I could have him convince you that this is the time for it, beside, he would agree with me that waiting would be rather stupid when we can kill the tumor now and stop its spread." Now Wufei was ticked.

"Duo has always been reckless and stupid, that's why he's always in trouble, Mister Maxwell. The procedure you would like to undergo in three weeks is extremely dangerous."

"Do you know my Duo?"

You have no idea, kid.