Dearka & Miriallia
Book II
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Chapter 3
Reunion
Two days had past since Dearka and Yzak had their conversation about Annabella. What was even better was that it was also his last day of suspension from the stunt he pulled to save Miriallia from the Earth Forces. All he had to do now was sit patiently and wait for this day to end to regain his freedom.
"Finally I'll be able to get back to work, find Annabella and see Mir again," he thought relaxing in his chair.
He really missed all the daily tasks he used to think of as annoyances on the Voltaire. He never thought he would feel that way until he wasn't able to participate in those normal military procedures he had been so accustomed to.
On the Rousseau...
Miriallia was lying down on her bed waiting for her chance to see Ian again. She had such a good time visiting with him two days prior. She felt comfortable around him and they had talked about their personal views on things for hours. Even when they didn't agree on most issues, they could at least make an argument on why they saw things the way they did without upsetting each other.
"He's so sweet and very handsome. I hope the Commander will let me see him more often when he is no longer on his suspension. I also hope I can tell him about you too," she said softly patting her belly.
Before long, a knock on the door erupted. Miriallia sat up cautiously and waited for the door to open.
"Get dressed," was all the young man said tossing a new dress at her and making her jump from her spot.
"Why?" she thought but never asked.
The look in his glassed over eyes made her grab the clothes and head into the bathroom to change immediately without a word. As she emerged from the room in the peach sundress, he dropped some shoes on the floor. Quickly she shuffled closer and slipped her feet into them with a look of confusion.
"Come on," he said as he walked out of the room.
"Where are we going?" she finally got the nerve to ask.
"You'll see when we get there," he replied harshly.
She continued to follow and looked back as they passed Ian's quarters. What she wouldn't give to be able to run into his room and hide behind him for protection right now. Although, she knew even Ian couldn't save her from his wrath. They silently walked through the halls until she spoke up again.
"I thought you wouldn't be back until my next appointment," she mentioned still following closely.
"Change of plans," was all he said.
She huffed with irritation at his short answer and continued to follow as she had been commanded. The last thing she felt like doing was challenging him when she had finally found someone she could remember from her past.
The two reached the hanger and walked toward a shuttle. As they walked by the mechanics and soldiers in the area, they were saluted. Anyone who had been goofing off had suddenly jumped back to work acting as if they had never stopped.
"Is everything prepared?" Yzak asked the crew.
"Yes sir! You are all set to return to the Voltaire," one responded with a salute.
Yzak turned and gave her a look that shot right through her core giving her the shivers. He had made it known that he didn't like her all that much and the way he acted when he came to get her each time proved it.
"Get in," he ordered.
Miriallia coyly slipped by him and entered the shuttle immediately making her way to a seat. Yzak rolled his eyes and followed her in looking back at the crewmember he had been speaking with.
"We're ready to go," he stated as the crewman saluted and closed the hatch.
Within moments the shuttle took off and headed toward the Voltaire. Yzak had sat down with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"I don't understand why we're going to the Voltaire," Miriallia spoke up again almost choking on her words.
"Do you think you could just sit there quietly and stop asking so many stupid questions?" Yzak asked giving her an attitude.
Miriallia huffed again and waited for the ship to dock while crossing her own arms in front of her. When they came to the final stop, she felt completely nerve wracked. She couldn't even comprehend what was going on. And on top of that, Mr. Personality wasn't being of much help to her.
"Get up," he ordered and headed off the shuttle.
She quickly jumped from her spot again and ran to catch up to him. She didn't want to be left behind since she had been so familiarized with the other ship and not so much on this one.
Her eyes darted back and forth at all the people scurrying around here as well. She was amazed at how many soldiers and mechanics roamed this ship on top of the other one.
"There are so many lives at stake during a war," she thought as they continued out of the shuttle bay and down the halls.
In a matter of moments, they had reached their destination and Miriallia stood silently behind the man who had dragged her all this way. She waited as he punched in a code and the door swished open. Yzak entered the room and Miriallia shyly followed.
"What do you want?" came another voice.
"Happy Birthday," Yzak said and then turned to leave as soon as Miriallia had made it into the room.
The chair he was sitting in spun around right as Yzak left. The sight in front of him made him fall out of his seat.
"MIRIALLIA!" he cried as he fell ungracefully to the floor.
She had flipped around when Yzak walked out and shut the door between them. Panic had overcome her as she turned back to see whom she had been left with. The person that cried out her name had been the other one with her when she had been rescued from the Earth Forces.
"It's that guy again," she thought looking at him on the floor.
Dearka pushed himself up from his spot on the ground and stood there staring at her. He didn't even know what to say to her. He was still on suspension and had been told by Yzak that he wouldn't be allowed to see her until it was over. Now here she was standing in front of him and none other than Yzak himself had brought her to him.
"So, did I hear the Commander say Happy Birthday to you?" she asked trying to break the uncomfortable silence between them.
"Uh yeah," Dearka replied feeling like an idiot.
He had waited so long to see her again and then when he finally saved her from the Earth Forces; he backed away to give her space due to her condition. Now he was being given another chance to get through to her with no interruptions from anyone and he didn't know where to begin.
"Well, Happy Birthday I guess," she said softly still standing near the door.
"Thanks. It is now," he said with a smile on his face.
Her eyes narrowed on him as he said that. Those words had made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked with displeasure.
"I mean... Because you're here now," he fumbled with the words.
"You act like you know me. But I don't remember you at all," she replied.
Those words cut Dearka to the quick. He had hoped when he saw her again that even the smallest spark of a memory would return to her now that she had the time to recover.
"How can it be that we share two children and she can't remember me in the slightest? It doesn't make any sense. Why does she remember Ian?" he thought feeling the sadness sweep over him.
"Um, how long do you think I'm going to be stuck here?" she asked looking back at the door with a big red bar across the access panel much like hers looked.
The red bar across the top of the panel indicated that they had been locked in the room and only one person had the ability and authority to override the code. But the truth was Dearka had the ability to override it too, just not the authority.
"You feel stuck, huh?" he asked moving over to the bed and sitting down feeling even more depressed.
Miriallia turned around and stared at the young man in front of her. He was very handsome in his own right. Her thoughts had quickly turned from Ian to the man in front of her. His blonde wavy hair made her fingers ache. She wished she could just walk right over to him and run them through it and she didn't know where the urge came from. His violet eyes shined like glistening amethysts and his tanned skin made all his features stand out making her fall into a small daze.
"Miriallia?" he asked softly, realizing she had been staring at him.
Quickly she shook her head to remove herself from the daydream and walked over to the chair he had originally fallen from. As she sat down, he watched her every move. The way the dress she wore swished around her knees and how her hand involuntarily brushed over the front of the dress to smooth it out as she sat.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound so rude. I just don't know why the Commander brought me here. I really don't appreciate that he dropped me off as if I was some kind of birthday present to you," she answered honestly.
"I see your point. But the honest truth is that I think you are my present," he replied earning a small glare from her.
He laughed softly to himself when she did that as a smirk filled his features. Her nose wrinkled up the same way it always did when she was irritated with him. It was even the small things he had missed seeing when he was with her.
"I'm not an object to be given away as a present and stop laughing at me with that stupid smirk!" she yelled at him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that we were close at one time and I think he was trying to give us a chance to talk. You know, see if you could remember something about when I was in your life. That's all I've wanted since you came back. So the opportunity to talk with you is my present, not you as a person per se," he said staring at her fondly.
She quickly calm down and look deeper into his eyes trying to assess if he was telling the truth. It seemed that he was sincere in his confession to her.
"Oh," she said feeling embarrassed at her outburst.
They sat in silence for a moment, as Dearka tried to think of what he should say next. What he really wanted to do was run over to her and sweep her up into his arms, but knew she would never allow that in her state.
"So we were close?" she asked prying some information from him.
"Yeah, we were," he replied with renewed enthusiasm.
She sat contemplating what he said and looked upon him with her soft aqua blue eyes.
"I don't even remember your name though," she stated.
"Dearka. Dearka Elsman," he answered without hesitation.
"Dearka..." she repeated quietly to herself.
Immediately the image of metal flashed into her head. Gray and cold images and sensations rushed through her.
"Bars," she said.
"Bars?" Dearka asked.
"I remember metal bars," she replied from the quick flash.
Dearka realized what she had remembered with just his name. Their time on the Archangel held a lot of memories. Although, that was one he would have rather forgotten.
"I was imprisoned on the Archangel when we met. You used to come visit me in the brig," he answered.
"Why?" she asked.
"Why was I imprisoned or why did you visit?" he asked in response.
"Both," she said.
"I was imprisoned because at the time I was with ZAFT and we had been enemies. I was held captive after I lost control of my mobile suit. As for why you visited me, I don't really know. Maybe it started out of pity," he said trying to keep it as close to how she may have felt as he could.
"But we became friends," she prodded.
"Yeah. When I was set free, you were the reason I stayed. I wanted to protect you and I couldn't fight for ZAFT in its' current state. After meeting you, I realized that not all Naturals were evil," he answered.
There was another moment of silence between them as she looked down to the floor. When she looked up she noticed his eyes had never left her figure. She stood up from the chair and walked over to him on the bed. She was now standing in front of him and smiled down at his handsome face.
As she was about to open her mouth to say something, the room shook violently throwing her backwards toward the ground. Dearka dove off the bed and grabbed her, clutching her to him as he took the impact between her and the floor. Alarms started blaring and the entire room went dark for a moment before the red flashes started and the emergency generators took over to light the room.
"Are you okay?" he cried out trying to get her attention.
"I think so. I don't know," she replied in a panic.
"The baby, is the baby all right?" he asked not realizing what he said.
She pushed off of him in shock and sat on the floor as the ship shook again. The room panel above the door turned green as an announcement came over the intercom system.
"All pilots to their mobile suits. I repeat, all pilots to their mobile suits," the voice ordered.
Dearka knew he was being let out for whatever was going on outside. They had just been hit by something and that meant they were in a battle. He looked at Miriallia and paused from following the orders that had been sent.
"How did you know about the baby?" she asked with terror in her voice.
Yzak had told her not to tell anyone. She couldn't fathom how he even knew about her condition.
"I…" he started not knowing what to say to her.
"Answer me!" she screamed wanting the truth.
Another explosion rocked the ship and she fell forward into his arms. The feeling of being held by him flooded her head with more sensations. Her own hands grabbed onto his upper arms and her eyes came into focus on his features.
"In my dreams… It was you in my dreams," she said in shock.
Dearka had no clue what she had been talking about as the announcement for mobile suit pilots to go into battle shouted through the system again.
"I have to go. Stay here, get on the bed and hold on tight. I'll be back soon. We can talk more then," he said pushing her from his embrace.
"Wait! Is it you? Are you my baby's father?" she cried as he headed for the door.
He turned to look at her and instead of the cruel glares she was used to receiving from the Commander, she saw a soft gentle smile on this young man's face.
"Promise me you'll stay here," he said.
"Please, answer me first and then I'll agree," she said desperately.
"Yeah, that's me. And we have a little girl together too. So stay here and I'll answer any other questions you have when I return," he replied as the door shut between them.
"We have a daughter together too? Why don't I remember something like that?" Miriallia questioned to herself quietly.
The ship rocked again and she grabbed onto the sheets of the bed until it stopped. Quickly she jumped on the bed and pulled out the security buckle and strapped herself in. Her head gently hit the pillow and she held onto the bar attached to the wall the bed was against closing her eyes as more explosions moved the ship.
More flashes entered her mind as she was infused with the scent of his cologne from his pillow and sheets. The only thing that wouldn't come back into her memory was the last thing he said to her. She couldn't remember they also had a daughter already. She kept her eyes closed and tried her best to sort out all the images that had just penetrated the wall that had been between her past and present.