A/N: I actually have a quote I want to use in this chapter, which doesn't happen often. This is the final chapter! Anyway, lets get on with this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no profit from this.
"God, I hate that dream..." Noin sat straight up in bed, trying her best not to wake Milliardo. It was only 1 in the morning, but she was wide-awake, and Milliardo would be in a few minutes if she couldn't calm down.
Noin curled up against her boyfriend, trying to relax. That dream was the worst out of any nightmare she had ever had. She dreamed that she had killed her brother, shot him dead with her own two hands. She rubbed her forehead and tried to go back to sleep.
Well, that was so not happening.
"Noin, what's wrong?" Milliardo had propped himself up on one arm and was studying her. "What happened?"
"I dreamed that I killed my brother." Noin didn't feel like breaking down and crying, she just felt that distant vein of shock, like maybe she had killed her brother and just hadn't realized it yet.
"Noin, you could never kill anyone." Milliardo pulled her against his chest, holding her close. "You're too kind hearted. You're a wonderful person."
"But what if I did do something that drove him to shoot that person, to kill them because he wanted to die?" Noin inhaled sharply. "What if I caused him to want to die? I don't remember doing anything to him, I just don't..." She laughed bitterly and closed her eyes. "God, this sibling dying thing really sucks."
"You're sure you don't want to go to a support group?" Milliardo asked for the twelfth time since he thought of it.
"I don't want some stranger looking down on me for losing my mind when my brother who I wasn't not that close to died." Noin wrapped her arms around Milliardo's neck. "I don't want anyone but you to talk to about it."
"Then talk to me." Milliardo leaned down to meet her eyes.
"What is there to say?" Noin whispered, trying to level the blonde with her gaze. "He's dead, he's gone, what is there to say?"
"Anything you didn't get to say to him, or anything you hated or loved about him, anything you wanted to say about him before he died." Milliardo kissed the corner of her lips. "There's everything in the world to say whether he's dead or alive."
"Thank you." Noin managed a short-lived smile. "Thank you, I think I'll be ok."
"Quatre, do you really not mind driving me everyday?" Dorothy asked later that morning as she climbed into the car with the aforementioned boy.
"Of course not." Quatre backed the car out of the driveway carefully, as usual. "I like you Dorothy, a lot. Why would I not want to spend time with you?"
"Because I'm a bitch and you know it." Dorothy blinked as he flinched at her swearwords. "I'm not apologizing for that, you need to get used to it, especially if you're going to talk to my Mother."
"How bad is she?" Quatre paused at the stoplight.
"Ever heard someone drop four f-bombs in one sentence?" Dorothy laughed when Quatre's eyes went wide and he shook his head. "Trust me, you will. She's not overly cruel, but she swears enough to make a sailor say 'she said what?' Most of the time it's highly entertaining. You should've seen her on the phone with the cable company the other day. I could've done a drinking game with swearwords."
"You drink?" Quatre raised an eyebrow but his eyes never left the road.
"Well, you can do it with anything. I use pop." Dorothy chuckled as the color slowly came back into her boyfriend's face. "You have such little faith in me, Quatre."
"There's just so much we don't know about each other..." Quatre sighed as he parked the car in the school's lot. "There's so much I don't know about you, it makes me nervous."
"Don't be so paranoid." Dorothy ran her fingernails lightly across his cheek, making him shiver, and then cupped the back of his head. "I'm not secretly a mass murderer, I promise."
"I don't want to make you mad." Quatre leaned closer to her. "I don't want to mess something up that's been so long in the making."
"Trust me, I'm not quite that crazy to let you go." Dorothy was about to lean in and steal a kiss, but Quatre did it for her, then unbuckled and jumped out of the car in a swift movement.
Dorothy chortled to herself as she watched him run. That boy was really something else and she liked it.
"Heero, why are you staring?" Relena asked as she settled by him at lunch. "It's really not nice to stare."
"You're wearing makeup?" Heero couldn't help but make a face, Relena had never worn so much as a drop of lip-gloss, and here she was with lipstick on.
"I'm trying to get my father mad enough that he breaks on the finding my brother thing." Relena glared at a boy across the lunchroom that kept wolf whistling at her. "Though I feel like a whore and I don't want all this attention that it's getting me."
"Then take it off." Heero was still staring, he was having a hard time comprehending that this was Relena; after all, it didn't look like Relena.
"If I don't come home with it on, then he won't be mad enough." Relena rolled her eyes. "I wish I could just find my brother, simple as that."
Milliardo stood in the doorway of the lunchroom, and he heard her. With a sigh, he darted over to the table and tapped Relena on the shoulder. "Miss Relena, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Relena looked at Heero for a moment, and then stood and followed "Mr. Peacecraft" out into the hall.
"Relena, this may be hard to believe..." Milliardo sighed. "I am your brother, and I'm sorry I've kept this from you. I thought it would be weird for you to have your brother as a teacher."
There was a pause. Relena didn't say anything, and then she asked, "You're sure?"
"I found you when I turned 18, and I've known where you were and who you are since then." Milliardo looked away. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Relena."
Relena spun and ran back into the lunchroom, taking her seat by Heero again. Tears ran down her face, streaking her makeup and making her mascara and eyeliner run.
Heero wasn't sure what it was about, but he had the idea that Relena didn't want him to ask. He slid an arm around her instead, and glared at Mr. Peacecraft who stood just outside the lunchroom.
Relena knew one day she could forgive Mr. Peacecraft, after all, he was her brother. That day just wasn't today.
Across the cafeteria, Sally and Wufei sat, tucked into a corner, arguing.
"I don't want you living there anymore, have you taken a look at how you're acting lately?" Wufei was staring down his girlfriend with all he had. "You're turning into a brat, Sally!"
"Wufei." Sally looked at him, trying to keep a straight face. "I talked to my Mom and she agrees that me moving out, at least temporarily, would be a good thing. Stop acting like I'm fighting your decision, I said yes!"
Several other students looked at them in surprise.
"I don't want to know what they're thinking." Sally sighed. "But you promise you won't do anything stupid when I move in with you?"
"I don't want to know what you're thinking." Wufei shook his head. "Why would I do something to change what we have?"
"I'm not saying you would. I'm saying that you might do something stupid." Sally quickly changed the subject before something else went awry. "And you're sure your parents said this would be fine?"
"My parents think you're the golden child." Wufei fingered his girlfriend's golden locks and smirked. "No pun intended."
Sally laughed; usually Wufei didn't make jokes like that. "Alright, you win. We just have to figure out the time frame."
"The weekend would work." Wufei mused. "Can you get your things out of your house during Friday afternoon to Sunday night?"
"Probably. The question is can I get past my Dad, who still wants to take me and move as far away as he can get." Sally rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. "But since they're officially divorced, Mom has custody of me. She just... doesn't know what Dad will do to get his way."
"I'll be there." Wufei assured her, hugging her close. "Don't worry about it."
Sally smiled, because for once, she didn't have to.
"What's up?" Duo tackled Hilde as she walked out of school. "Is everything ok today?"
"Yeah." Hilde hooked her fingers into Duo's braid to pull him in close. "My sister's going into therapy and she seems to be making progress."
"That's good." Duo grinned at her. "What about you? How are you today?"
"Better. Not great, but better." Hilde pulled him down and kissed him briefly. "You seem extra happy today."
"I get to see you, why wouldn't I be happy?" Duo pinned her gently against the side of the building. "Because you're mine all mine!" He attempted an evil laugh, which just made Hilde laugh.
"You sound like Count Chocula." Hilde was unable to restrain her giggles. "You couldn't be scary if you tried, Duo Maxwell."
"Oh yeah?" Duo smirked as Hilde laughed again. "Oh yeah? You think so?"
Hilde nodded, trying not to laugh.
"I'll teach you." Duo kissed her, and just when Hilde let down her guard, he poked her in the ribs, making her squeak into his mouth. He pulled away, smirking.
"I love you, my crazy man." Hilde giggled, and hugged him around the neck.
"Yeah, I love you too, Hilde." Duo smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
They were both so glad that their love had been realized.
"Trowa!" Catherine tackled her boyfriend as he came up the front steps. "I'm so happy you're here!"
"This is a tutoring session, aren't we supposed to be serious?" Trowa asked as he set the math books out on the porch.
"My dad isn't here, so..." Catherine stuck out her tongue. "And no that doesn't mean I'm having sex with you."
"I didn't ask you to." Trowa hugged her against his side. "We're simply here to do your math, and make sure you don't fail math class. And I told you; you don't have to do anything you don't want to in this relationship. Everything is your choice."
"You're the nicest guy ever." Catherine scooted closer to him, practically crawling into his lap. "You're so sweet, and I'm so happy I have you. I couldn't of gotten a better guy if I had molded him myself."
"I appreciate the kindness," Trowa began, smiling. "But I don't think you want to fail math class, do you?"
Catherine blew a razzberry at him, crawled the rest of the way into his lap, and leaned over her math worksheet.
Treize eyed his girlfriend as they finished their paperwork at their desks. Today, Une was in peaceful mode, her hair down, wearing a floral dress and pink earrings.
"Treize?" Une looked up at him from whatever she had been doing at the moment. "Treize, do you love me?"
"Of course." Treize stood and walked over to her desk, leaning over it to kiss her cheek. "You're perfect."
"Sometimes..." Une sighed and toyed with her hair for a moment. "Sometimes I feel crazy. Like I'm really insane. Maybe I belong in a mental hospital..."
"You're not insane, at least not to that degree." Treize smiled at her. "And if you are, you're my crazy girl. Crazy Une, all mine." He leaned down and kissed her lovingly.
All was as it should be.
A/N: It's done! I practically killed myself writing this chapter, I started at midnight and it's nearly three. Anyway, tell me what you thought of the story in general, I'd love to hear from my readers! Thank you so much for making it to the end!