A/N: A big problem with Gundam Wing canon right now is the recent releases of Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop. I personally hate it right now, mostly because I do not know the details of it, because what I do know I do not like. The main point from this part is the fact that Trowa is revealed to actually be the brother of Catherine Bloom. Can any one say Deus Ex Machina! Along with the fact that Heero is once again trying to kill Relena and other bad… very bad things just makes Frozen Teardrop something that I do not like. One thing I do like is how Catherine Bloom is depicted in it. If you have a chance, go to and find her page and look at the picture. I can say for one that she rose up so high on the hotness scale. So if anything is taken from frozen teardrop, fro right now it will just be the appearance of Catherine Bloom. (Did I say that she was so much hotter? I did? Good.) If this is not to your liking… flame me. See how much I care. Though I do like reviews. And remember no reviews no chapters.
Ch. 6
Clown
A loud round of applause came crashing down upon the ears of Catherine Bloom causing her smile to grow ever so slightly. She raised her head to gaze upon the crowd. There the usual assortment of men, women, couples and families; but something seemed off to her. Catherine turned away from the crowd to look at the man standing in front of her. He was a comical sight. Wearing a blue and white-checkered top with big poufy green pants adorned with golden stars. The final piece that completed this clown was a mask that covered the left half of his face. The mask had a purple star for its eye and a bright red half smile. Now that was the comical part of this clown. Most clowns are usually happy, but this one stared back at her with a blank expression seemingly uninterested in the current happenings. Catherine's smile turned into a scowl as she withdrew a knife from her hip pocket and threw it at the clown.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as they saw her throw the knife. It seemed like to them that the act was already over, the clown however stood absolutely still not reacting in the slightest. And as the knife reached its intended target, it sunk half way into the wooden wheel behind the clown. The crowd let out another collective gasp before erupting into thunderous applause.
At this the Ring Master came out in his long flowing red coat.
"We thank you for you patronage to our wonderful circus. And we hope to see you again in the future."
At this more applause stormed from the crowd as other performers came out of the shadows to give their farewells. Once Catherine gave her farewell she moved to cetch up with the silent clown. And as they ducked under a tent flap Catherine felt a rough hand grabbing her left wrist pulling her behind a stack of crates. But before Catherine could even vocalize her surprise a hand came up to cup her cheek.
"You know I really don't like it when you do that."
"Really I never could have guessed. You stand there so stoically. It might help if you actually showed so emotion."
Trowa Barton stared back at her with an odd look of confusion and amusement. It was things like this that made him such a unique person. Catherine could only stare back at his rich green eyes. She could stare into those eyes all day but it seems that fate had other plans because at that moment a tent flap opened and in stepped four men wearing suits.
"Well that was fast, surprise surprise," Trowa sighed as he turned to look at the intruders.
"You knew that they were here?"
"I saw them earlier. Didn't really think that they would try and get me like this."
"What are we going to do?"
Trowa turned back to look at Catherine before smiling, "We are going to do nothing. While I am going to go… have a chat with them."
"Trowa!"
But that was all she was able to get out before Trowa slipped away from her and extracting him self from behind the crates that they were currently hiding behind.
"Is there something that I can help you with?"
"Yes you can," one of the suits replied, "You can come with us No Name."
"Ah… I had a feeling that you were with him."
"Yes and your not going to get away this time."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"HAHA I highly doubt that," came a woman's voice from over in the shadow.
The suits whirled around face the new arrival. She was a petite woman with short blonde hair and a set of blue eyes that looked iriyly familiar. As she stepped out of the shadows, trowa thought that this woman looked overall too familiar for his liking. She smiled before raising her hand to reveal a wicked looking pistol affixed with a silencer on its barrel. She gave a warm smile at the men before her before continuing.
"My Lady doesn't approve of the actions of your leader."
One of the suits let out a laugh before replying, "It doesn't matter what she wants. She is just naive child who thinks that what she says has meaning.
At that statement Trowa could sense the change in the woman's demeanor and quickly dove out of the way, back behind the crates with Catherine, as the barely audibly shots erupted from the silenced pistol. Sounds of pained voices came from the men as they were felled. And after a few seconds silence settled over those who still lived.
"Mr. Trowa and Mrs. Catherine please do not be afraid. I am not here to harm you, quite the opposite in fact. Please come out."
Trowa gave Catherine a silent look of surprise. 'How did she know Catherine was here?' he thought to himself and it was clear that Catherine was thinking the same thing. Trowa quickly assessed the situation before him… he didn't like the results. He let out a long sigh before taking Catherine's hand in his own and stepping out behind the crates. The scene before him was pretty much what he expected. Each of the suits where dead, all killed with a single shot to the forehead. The woman was standing over them with a strange look upon her face. As Trowa and Catherine emerged from the crates the woman looked up from the dead bodies to face them, a forced smile on her face and Trowa noticed the look of appraisal as she gave him the once over.
"Well I can see how much you trust me," she said gesturing to Trowa who had firmly planted himself in front of Catherine.
"Forgive me when I say that I don't really care," Trowa responded.
At this the woman let out a quiet giggle. No the girl. Now that Trowa got a better look at her the woman wasn't really a woman, but a teenaged girl.
"I'm not surprised. You're exactly like how she described you."
"She?"
The girl nodded, "Yes my Lady."
"And who is this lady?"
"Your niece."
Trowa and Catherine looked at each other before Catherine spoke up, "Trowa doesn't have any other family. So how can he have a niece?"
The girl smiled, "Well she isn't Trowa's niece but rather the niece of the man who previously held the name Trowa Barton. And as my lady says, she likes what you have done with the name more than her biological uncle."
Trowa straightened up as a memory flittered across his mind. A time long ago, when he still was known as 'No Name'. He was a mechanic working on the construction of the original Heavyarms Gundam. And a man with short-cropped blonde hair was showing him a picture of a cheery red headed little girl holding tight to an older woman. The man was the real Trowa Barton and the girl… well the girl was…
"Your lady is Mariemaia."
The blonde girl smiled at this. "It seems as if Miss Mariemaia was correct in her assumptions after all. You as the one who took over the name Trowa Barton know everything."
"Not everything. But I would like to know why you are here."
The girl gave a small shrug raising both arms slightly. "She wanted to protect you."
At this the look of surprise that crossed Catherine's face was mimicked upon Trowa's own face and it was Catherine who found her voice first.
"What do you mean protect?"
"Exactly that. Miss Mariemaia knew of Dekim's plans to exact revenge upon you and your friends and this," gesturing to the dead men lying on the ground, "were the ones who where going to try and take you."
"You're saying that Mariemaia doesn't want revenge on Trowa."
The blonde girl immediately shook her head. "Absolutely not, Miss Mariemaia actually likes Trowa over her biological uncle. She said that the uncle was a fanatical lunatic that believe in whatever while fancies that Dekim filled his head with. She respects and admires Trowa who she believes should be her true uncle."
"That's quite odd. Why would she do this?"
"I don't truly know. I can only speculate," the blond girl responded, but then after a minutes pause she spoke again. "Though you could ask her yourself if you wanted to."
Trowa looked wearily from Catherine to the blonde haired girl in front of him. Shaking his head once he replied, "And is this suppose to be a request or an order?"
"A request."
"Really?"
"Yes…" blonde girl replied, "You should be able to tell by now that My Lady means you no harm and is interested in meeting with you. But if you wish not to meet then that is your decision." She gave a final pause before adding; "At the very least you should than her for your lives."
Trowa's gut tightened at this. The comment stung, because he knew that it was mostly true. He didn't have a gun and if those men were to act it would have been a fight the he might not of won easily.
"But what you should do and what you are going to do might be completely different thing."
The girl gave a shrug before walking over to a near by crate. She reached inside her jacket and withdrew a data pad placing it upon the crate before turning back to Catherine and Trowa.
"If you feel like stopping by all the information you need is right here," she then gave a small smile before adding, "and I believe that Miss Mariemaia would love to see the circus once again…"
And with that she turned around and walked out of the tent, but…
"Wait!" Trowa called after her and she stopped right before closing the tent flap.
"Who are you?"
"Catherine could see the girl in front of her shiver just slightly before turning round just slightly.
"You know, you're the second person to ask me that. Apparently I look like some one you pilots know."
And with that she walked out of the tent and into the night. Catherine turned to Trowa studying his face trying to get a sense of where his mind was. It didn't do her much good. It wasn't until a few moments later that she heard Trowa let out a sigh and walk over to the data pad.
"What are we going to do Trowa?"
Trowa took a moment while studying the data pad before answering.
"I've got to make a call."
"And then?"
He turned to stare back at Catherine with his rich green eyes.
"I don't know what happens then."
A shiver ran up Catherine's back. That was not the answer she wanted to hear from him.
"That was Trowa. Seems like he got an unexpected visitor."
"Do you think it has something to do with what's going on with Heero?"
"I don't know Sally."
Sally Po let out a tired sigh before turning back to the controls of their small shuttle. They were approaching the L7 Colony sector and very soon they would know what the situation was… and what situation Heero was in.
Wufei was similarly staring out the forward view port, completely lost in thought. He was thinking back upon the time of the White Fang Revival and his fight with Heero. A lot of words and feelings were exchanged during that fight. And if Wufei was truthful to himself, he was still struggling with what he thought before the battle and then how he felt after it. It was a battle of ideals that was always plagued his thoughts. And now with Heero missing…
It was a long hour of silence between the pair before a loud tone from the communications station broke the tension. Both Sally and Wufei started at the sudden interruption of their thought, but Wufei quickly recovered and opened the communications channel. What Wufei saw appear on the video communications screen was something that shocked and scared him to no end. Staring back at him through the video screen was Treize Khushrenada. Wufei was about to voice his surprise as he stared at the image but in that brief moment the shock had worn off and Wufei then realized that this man was not Treize. No he looked similar and was even wearing the same uniform, but he was not Treize. He could not be Treize. It was then that the person on the video screen spoke.
"This is Colony XX589 of the L7 sector hailing Preventer Shuttle 05. Do you read?"
It was Sally who responded, "Preventer Shuttle 05, go ahead."
"Finally," the man on the screen said as he let out a long sigh before continuing, "I am sorry Preventer Shuttle, but we have been having problems with our communications array. Our tech crews have been trying to fix it for the longest time. Thankfully the agent that you sent had a few ideas that help us get it back up and running."
"Oh," Sally responded giving Wufei a quick glance, "He must have been very helpful then. Maybe he can petition Preventer Command to give him an bigger pay check."
The man didn't laugh at Sally's poor joke, but he gave her a disarming smile before answering, "I do believe that you would like to talk with your agent directly?"
"Yes," Wufei replied a little too quickly.
"Very well I'll patch you through."
And with that the screen went black for a moment before changing once again to show a disgruntled Heero.
"Yes?"
"Heero… Is everything all right?"
"Yes?" Heero responded before noticing the looks upon their faces, "Why?"
Sally was puzzled. "We lost communication with you a few days ago, the communications officer told us that the colony's comm array was down?
Heero only nodded once in confirmation.
"Then what was the potential problem that you described in your last communication?" Wufei questioned.
Heero took a minute before responding.
"Another matter. All I can say is that it seemed as if some countries back on earth do not like the colonies very much. Further explanation will need to be done over a secure line."
Heero then turned to look off screen as another voice could be barely heard over comm. Heero nodded once and then turned back to face the screen.
"We have finished up the talks and the mission objective is complete. I'm assuming that I'll be flying back with you?"
"Those are our orders," Wufei replied.
"Acknowledged," Heero responded and then with a nod he disconnected the communications.
Sally turned to look at Wufei.
"That was anti-climatic."
"Yes," Wufei responded. "We should be careful though, just in case."
"Agreed."
And with that the silence fell once again. They were only twenty minutes from the colony and very soon they would be able to see what was going on for themselves.
Thousands of miles away in the L4 Colony Sector a young man with platinum blonde hair sat behind an ornate desk that was stacked high with papers. In fact the phone and laptop computer that were upon the desk could barely be seen. This posed a problem because at that exact moment because the phone rang. The man quickly pushed aside papers, some of which fell to the floor, before finally reaching the phone.
"Quatre Raberba Winner here."
On the other end of the line a cool female voice gave a slight giggle before responding.
"Oh Quatre do we really need to be so formal with each other?"
At this Quatre leaned back in his chair smiling.
"Dorothy."
A/N: I hope you liked the chapter. As I have said before I am looking for a beta reader and have decided that what I want to do with this story is more intricate then I was planning at first. So with that said you might not get another chapter before I get a beta reader. I want to make this story something that my reader will like so I need to find a beta reader who can help me keep things straight in the coming chapters.
Also as a challenge to the hardcore Gundam Wing fans, I dare you to find all the references in this chapter. I'll give you a hint to one: Quatre appeared in this chapter… twice.
Make sure to send me a message or a review with your guesses!