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A/N: R&R

I noticed there was something wrong with Duo as I circled, did figure-of-eights and loop-de-loops over the station where they were to avoid making a hurricane, and stay nearby and invisible at the same time. He wasn't walking like he should. How I knew how he normally walked, I barely knew, but something tugged at my heart and told me to land as I watched him walk behind the gas station, wiping at his face. Something in my heart panged, like a cross between the prick of a dart and an elastic being snapped against bare skin. Something pulled me to him like a metal to magnet, told me to go to him, made me instinctively worry about him. I had to go to him.

"Bullet… easy now…" I was only half-aware of what I was saying as I pulled down to a deserted road nearby that went behind the gas station, turning eventually into dirt tracks. I didn't know what I was doing really, I wasn't thinking clearly. I was just acting on what I felt as I pulled the lever that would turn Bullet into a red car with gold trim. Something was telling me that going to him would tell me something I needed to know. Before I knew it, I was behind the gas station, un-strapping myself and stepping out of my gundam convertible. Then I was walking toward the brunette who had his head down and looking at his feet as he scuffed along the grass, unintentionally reaching out towards him. Then he looked up, his face tearstained.

It felt like a heart attack.

"Gah!" My eyes widened, and I fell to my knees my hand flying up to my chest as my heart gave a particularly painful wrench, my eyes never leaving his surprised face. It was over before it began. I became aware that I was shaking; trembling slightly, yet I couldn't tear my eyes away from the color of his violet eyes. So… familiar…

"You… you… I've seen you before…" Duo had been standing there with his mouth hanging open, but now he shut it with a half-bewildered, half-sympathetic look.

"Yeah… at the docks..." I barely heard his mutter, so preoccupied was I with the flashes I was getting of his face, a decade younger, with his hair long and loose. They were coming harder and faster, and it was all I could do to keep my focus on him.

"I… I know you…" I murmured, distantly aware that I was saying it aloud. The pounding sensation in my heart was coming back. He gave me a long, hard, searching look. Then he took a chance.

"Trio?" It was nothing more than a quiet word, yet it opened the gate to the floodwaters. My eyes widened to the size of saucers, my mouth went open, and I couldn't even hear my own gasp.

I gave the tall, blonde 12-year-old with short-cropped hair and a black headband a small, nervous smile, playing with the ratty, pink, flower-patterned dress I wore. He smiled at me confidently and reassuringly, getting on one knee and putting his hand on my shoulder.

"M'name's Solo." He said. "I look after kids like you, teach 'em how to live." I looked up into his blue eyes shyly, and gradually lifted my chin. He smiled, eyes closed, before turning around and pulling someone out from behind him by the scruff of his neck. The kid Solo had by the neck yelled in surprise and squirmed, but otherwise kept quiet as Solo pulled him in between us. I watched him with careful, wide eyes that screamed 'innocent' to any unknowing passersby who didn't know what they were looking at. The kid had red-brown hair that fell straight to his butt, and looked to be around my age. He wore a long, dirty, white shirt that fell past his knees and was tied like a tunic around his waist with a rope of the same material, shorts peeking out past the hem. He looked at me defiantly, crossing his arms and looking away. "This is Duo." Solo introduced the kid in a fond voice, smiling at him, and the kid relaxed. "He's been here for a couple days now. Duo," He said, turning to the boy he had loosely encircled in his arms. "-this girl is going to be staying with us from now on, ok?"

"Why do we have to have a girl live with us, huh? Why couldn't she be another boy?" Solo laughed outright, ruffling Duo's hair, and the kid looked confused, yet happy that he made his mentor laugh.

"Oh Duo," He chuckled, grinning. "-you have a lot to learn." I watched them interact, feeling kind of sad. I hadn't had anything like that for a long time, a cute little frown on my face, my eyes sad. Solo hugged Duo briefly and then surprised me by pulling me into the hug too. Duo giggled when he saw my wide eyes and partially open mouth. "So kid, what do you want to be called?" Solo asked, gently jiggling me a little, to let me know his was talking to me. I looked up into his blue eyes and thought. Then I looked down into Duo's violet ones, then back up into Solo's eyes again. I repeated the process, Duo looking at me curiously. Then I smiled widely, surprising Solo a little, since the expression was so different from the quiet, abandoned look I had had.

"Trio!" I exclaimed happily, and the look in Solo's eyes softened while Duo looked irritated. "If you are Solo," I poked him in the chest. "-and you are Duo," I turned to smile at Duo. He was frowning at me. "-then I'll be Trio! Then we'll always be together, ne?" I giggled. "I love you guys!"

Oh, I was so innocent back then. I thought, dully aware of being moved from side-to-side like I was in the back of a truck. Yet what I was lying on felt too strange to be a floor, and I could swear I felt arms wrapped around me. Bullet. I dropped my head to look blearily to where I felt the breeze coming from and saw my Gundam Convertible hitched up to the back of the truck. I smiled, closing my eyes. Yokatta…

I felt my head being moved gently back into the crook of someone's arms again, bringing my head level, and I opened my eyes to blearily see the worried face and violet eyes of the one I remembered. Finally, after ten years, I remembered. Duo. Now I could tell him what I had happened to me. I smiled blearily up at him, relieved to see him smile back at me, and passed out again.

It was her. Holy shit, it was her! That was fucking impossible, but there she was in front of me, on her knees, looking completely overwhelmed, and ten years older. Holy shit, she grew up good. I blushed as I realized that my eyes had dropped to her chest at a time like this, of all times.

"D-Duo… and… and Solo…" The sound of the secret name I had kept so close to me for all these years slipping past her lips brought my attention sharply back to the present, and back to her as I felt my heartbeat quicken as I watched her face pale and her eyes dull. Omg, something bad! Something bad! That was the only thought that whirled through my head like blaring warning sirens as I watched her like a hawk, stepping up just as she started to topple forwards, dropping smoothly to my knees and catching her on my lap before she could hit the ground.

"TRIO!" That yell must've been instinctive, and I heard footsteps pounding around the corner a second later, and I all I could do was numbly wrap my arms around my old friend and try to make her more comfortable as Wufei pulled around the corner, gun out and on high alert. Heero shortly followed him, and I could hear Trowa and Quatre shout in the distance as I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the top of the familiar, soft brown locks. My eyes twitched, and I felt a fat tear squeeze out, and I quickly wiped it away.

"-then I'll be Trio! Then we'll always be together, ne?" What a sap. I smiled into her hair. 10-11 years ago, and I still remembered her words. Maybe even 12 years ago. It had been a damn long time. My arms tightened around her reflexively.

"Duo?" Heero sounded cautious, yet curious, and I sighed, looking up. Everyone needed to know. Wufei stood in front of me, his expression demanding a good explanation 'or else', Trowa was standing to his right, being Quatre's leaning post- who looked worried- and Heero stood on my right, gun by his side. I sighed, flexing my hands. I searched for the right words to say, looking into the sky to the right of Wufei, and spoke.

"This is my friend Trio. I thought she died ten years ago." Was that a gasp I heard from Quatre? Wouldn't surprise me. As it was, I could practically hear Heero frowning. "She went missing around the time Solo died, and I thought she'd succumbed to the virus too." I looked down at her frowning. "I don't know why she made up a new name, or why she'd have a Gundam. Unless she made it herself. Which would be confusing, because she was never into messing with stuff."

"Maybe she was trying to remember you." Quatre pushed himself away from Trowa, who watched him carefully, and kneeled down in front of me. I frowned at him, and he ignored it.

"You saying she has amnesia?"

"Had." He corrected, and my eyes widened. "Had." I pulled her closer to me instinctively. Trowa smiled.

"Why the hell would you say that?" She's the only thing I have left… from then. Quatre smiled dryly, and extended a hand out to touch her hair, and I watched it carefully as he lightly brushed some of her hair aside.

"People can get amnesia for different reasons…" The blonde said sadly, looking at her, and I shifted, Trio's head falling forward on my chest, hair falling into her face, and I spotted something I didn't want to see. Quatre fell silent, Trowa stiffened and Heero and Wufei watched. I stared. There was… a scar. On the back of her head. I reached up silently and pushed some of her hair aside, looking at the whole thing.

"So… that's why…" The scar went from the top left of the back of her skull, got a bit thicker in the middle, in the center of her head, and quickly tapered off. Quatre nodded grimly.

"That'd do it." He said, Trowa crouching down by us to get a closer look with narrowed eyes, one hand out towards her, but not touching her, his other hand draped over his knee.

"Looks like she was hit by something, hard." No shit, dumb ass. I thought and shook my head slightly. Trowa wasn't a dumb ass, just stating the obvious. He'd lost his memory once too. For pretty much the same reasons. "Looks like an old wound." He said frowning. "Reckon Mrs. Jane Wash knew about it?" Heero shook his head.

"She didn't mention it, so she and the doctor must not have seen it."

"Which means it would've been healed up by the time she turned up there." I frowned, not liking where this was going. Quatre frowned with me.

"Which means this 'Trio'," I shot Wufei a half-hearted glare and he smirked at me. "-lost her memories when she was nine or earlier." When she was nine? She disappeared when we were six. That would've given her three years before she lost her memory. Why didn't she come back?

"Then that would've given her three years before she lost her memory." Everyone fell silent and looked at me, my arms still wrapped around, and I pushed her head up onto my shoulder so that she wouldn't have a crick in her neck when she woke up. I lowered my eyes. "She disappeared when we were six." They took a moment to process that.

"Then that means she didn't just simply fall out of your life." I nodded, frowning.

"She wasn't the kind of person who'd leave us behind." Quatre smiled to himself. Wufei made a thinking sound.

"A lot can happen in three years." Heero.

"We'd have to wait until she wakes up. We can't know for sure otherwise." I said, reaching down and hooking a hand under her knees, pulling her fully onto my lap. I took a moment to re-orient her so that her head and shoulders were resting in my arm, and hooking my other arm under her knees, standing up. Then I noticed her car. It was a red and gold Chevy. My eyebrows shot up and let out a low, quiet whistle, careful not to disturb Trio in my arms. Everyone looked where I was looking. "She made that? Sweet." The car was in perfect condition for something made out of scrap metals, and Trowa and Quatre grinned when they saw it. They knew where I was coming from. "We'll have to hitch it to the back of the truck. She never liked people touching her stuff without asking first." Heero nodded and turned back towards the truck as I turned carefully, watching Trio's face as I did so, not even trying to hide my worry. Still, if Trowa got through it…

Passing by, Trowa gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and I looked up as I saw him walk towards the truck, Quatre standing by my side and waiting patiently. I looked back down at her face, her eyes half-closed, a troubled frown creasing her forehead. If she made it through the virus, and through whatever erased her memory, she could make it through this. I took a deep breath and let it out in a gentle sigh as I heard the guys pulling the truck over, and turning it around and backing it up once the car was in sight. Wufei jumped out and jacked the car up, attaching it to the truck so that the car's rear end was up in the air. I looked up and climbed carefully into the back of the truck, situating Trio on my lap. At least I had her now.