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Disclaimer: I don't own anything I didn't create. The song is 'Talking to the Moon' by Bruno Mars. Someone should make a Gundam Wing amv with that song. ^_^

"I know you're somewhere out there,

Somewhere far away,

I want you back,

I want you back,

My neighbors think I'm crazy,

But they don't understand,

You're all I had…

You're all I had…"

I sat in a cell, on my knees, hands in my lap, singing to the moon that I could see through the high window in my cell, which in turn could only be seen through one of the specially-made transparent walls of the colony, since normal glass wasn't good enough to keep the oxygen inside, and whatever made up space outside. Those were the only verses of the song I knew, since Solo used to sing the song to Duo and me to make us go to sleep, and I usually fell asleep after the second verse.

"That's a nice song." I jumped, tense, looking into the shadows beyond the bars behind me with wide, fearful eyes, clamping my mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." The voice said, and a girl in uniform stepped out of the shadows, and squatted in front of the bars, smiling at me. She was young, maybe about Solo's age, and she brushed her black hair out of her face. "I just heard you singing, and I couldn't resist coming in to listen. My name is Noin. What's yours?" She extended her hand through the bars for a shake, and I looked at it warily, turning around and fearfully pushing myself into the shadows, giving her a small nod in response before curling up against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. She may act nice, but I didn't trust her. Everyone around here was out to get me, they put me in a cell. When I got out of here and got back to Solo and Duo, I wasn't ever going to tag along with strangers ever again. I was going to stay with them forever. Noin frowned and withdrew her hand.

"What are you doing in here anyways?" No answer. Her frown deepened. "What's your name?"

"…"

"Hmmm…" She hummed, looking at me, squinting a bit to see me under the cover of the shadows. "You were a street rat, weren't you?" I nodded, and Noin gave me a little, encouraging smile. "Were you all on your own?" I shook my head, and a frown of confusion flashed across her face before she put that reassuring look back on. "You had friends?" Nod. "How many did you have?" I put up two fingers. She smiled at me, a true smile, and I blinked, the tension in my throat loosening. "Did you learn that song from them?" I nodded. "That's sweet. Were they other girls?" I hid my smile in my legs. Solo and Duo would be offended to know that they were called girls. I shook my head. "Boys?" She sounded surprised. I nodded. "Huh… that's something. I guess I can understand that." There was a moment of silence, and I watched her as she thought, her eyes cast to the ground. When she looked back up, I met her eyes. She blinked. "Was one of them your age, and the other my age and blonde?" My eyes widened, and I watched her as she put a fist to her forehead and scrunched her face up in thought. "Now what was his name? He stood in front of the younger protectively when he saw me, and he looked kind of sick… what was his name… Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "Solo!" I pushed myself off of the wall and crawled across the floor to the cell bars so fast my face was in hers in seconds, looking into her eyes intently. She yelped silently and fell back onto her butt in surprise, looking kind of shaken. I was right there when she looked up. A moment of silence passed where I stared into her eyes, searching in them for the truth, and she was staring at me, shaking a little with the surprise. "S-so that's the one, huh? They're the ones." She corrected, and she sat up, cross-legged and looked me in the eyes honestly. I sat back on my heels. She was telling the truth, and I nodded openly, sitting right in front of her.

"Solo is my big brother. He looks after me and Duo. Duo's the younger one with the hair." I said quietly, and Noin leaned forward, enthusiastic, now that I was speaking. She looked at me with wide, eager eyes. She looked really interested. I looked up at her, still feeling a bit nervous about telling her about this, but deciding to go on anyways. "We're not actually related." Noin made an 'oh' face, and I couldn't help but feel a little warmer towards her. I gave her a small, nervous smile. She beamed at me.

"My name is Lucretia." I gave her a puzzled frown. She'd introduced herself as 'Noin' earlier. Why the change? "I ask my superiors and the other kids I work with to call me Noin so that the gender gap doesn't make things difficult." I looked at her in confusion, and she grinned at me. "I guess you wouldn't understand stuff like that right now." She said, and I gave her one of those looks that said: "Uh-huh-you're-interesting-and-I-kinda-like-you-but-what-you're-saying-makes-absolutely-no-sense'. What was a 'gender gap' anyways? "I don't mind if you call me Lu though!" She said happily, smiling. Oh. It was a prompt to get me to tell her my name.

"I'm Trio. I'm six and a half." I said shyly, looking down, and I could've sworn I saw hearts in her eyes out of the corner of my vision. I smirked inside. My 'cute' trick was working.

"I'm 13." I blinked. That was twice my age, wasn't it? Maybe she could get me out of here, and I looked up at her with honest eyes.

Oh, my head… I groaned and lifted my head up a little bit, slipping my hand under it. So that was the song I never forgot. The one I'd made my new name up after. I wondered how I knew it. I had met Noin when I was closer to seven than six years old, and we had established a quick- if temporary- friendship. I wasn't let out of that cell for a week- for some ridiculous reason like quarantine- but Noin had persuaded her superiors to let me out to take walks with her. It was on one of those walks that I discovered mobile dolls, and was intrigued. It had reminded me of something Duo'd have loved.

I had asked Noin- who I had called Lu at the time- to try and find Solo and Duo for me, since they wouldn't let me out, and I was watched like an eagle at all times- I couldn't even stick food down my shirt without someone knowing about it- but my friends were never found. I never stopped asking about them though, and eventually, they just started playing deaf whenever I asked. I had worked with the mobile suits for about a year- the engineers loved me, since I was both good at what they taught me, and small enough to be able to get into places they couldn't- but then everything changed. I had been on a truck, checking things over on the suit in it, a soldier standing guard nearby- when the truck suddenly started moving and people started yelling. I had hunkered down near the end of the truck, pulling the tarp over me and holding it there on instinct and for security so that I wouldn't fall off.

The driver had managed to evade the worst of the bullets- which I had hidden from by sneaking under the mobile doll's leg, which was bulletproof to normal guns- but then the truck went over a bump, and I went flying. I had landed on someone, and adrenaline had me up and running for dear life in seconds, not knowing where the hell I was going. Things got a bit worse after that, and I frowned at the ceiling, my hand relaxing under my head. I wasn't too clear on that yet, my mind was still a little foggy as to what had happened then, but then something squeezed my hand. I jumped, looking down, suddenly realizing I was on a bed.

Duo. I could've sworn I felt my heart skip a beat, and I felt a faint blush rise to my cheeks when I realized that he was holding my hand- that he had squeezed it in his sleep. I smiled. He was sleeping in the most awkward position I had ever seen. He was face-planting into the bed I was lying in, his braid messy and falling down his spine, his butt supported by the chair he was sitting in, his other hand dangling down with his loosely curled fingers barely grazing the floor, just hanging there. I bit back a laugh. Poor guy. His back was going to ache for sure when he woke up.

I rolled over onto my side, watching him, never letting go of his hand- hopefully keeping him from waking up- and I pulled myself into a sitting position. Now I was sitting cross-legged right in front of him, and I tentatively reached out, nudging his braid to the side. It was a nice change from his hair just hanging loose all the time, though it was still as long as I remembered- and I lightly, carefully placed my hand on his back. I blushed a little and fought it away. His muscles were well-built now, but I wasn't touching him to feel him up -I murdered the thought before it acted up-, I was hoping that I could rub his back and help take some of the inevitable ache away.

I ran my hand lightly down his spine, applying only the lightest of pressures and brought it back up. I glanced towards his face. I could see him breathing, but he wasn't waking up. I let out a small puff of breath in relief. I repeated the process, leaning a little further, and resting the weight of my hand on his back. Glance. Still asleep. Leaned a little further and applied a little more pressure. Glance. He had turned his head on its side now, so he was looking toward the pillow, but he was still asleep. Lean, applying a little more pressure. He woke up.

Bonk.

I lurched upwards, and winced at the force of the impact, Duo's braid whapping me in the face when his upward ascent was suddenly stopped by the back of his head meeting my chest. I felt all the air whoosh out of me and I struggled to breathe in, Duo yelling in surprise. Oh great. He knocked the wind out of me. Once Duo realized that something had stopped him from sitting up, he carefully reached up and put his hands on my ribs, pushed me up, ducked out from under me and looked me in the face. He moved his hands to my shoulders, and I smiled at his bewildered, yet happy face. He didn't seem to understand what just happened, yet was happy to see I was awake.

"Trio." I smiled weakly, my hands covering my chest as I waited for my breath to come back. He sounded happy. He frowned at me, looking to see where my hands were, since it looked like I was hurt. I twitched a smile. How sweet. "You ok?" He looked up at me, a frown in his violet eyes. Sheesh, I could get flashbacks just from looking in his eyes. Being so close to him wasn't helping anything either. I nodded, and he quirked an eyebrow. Clear message. 'You don't look ok.' I twitched a smile at him, trying to breathe.

"It's ok." I mouthed, and he dropped his eyes to my lips. "You hit my chest when you sat up. You knocked the wind out of me." He frowned, looking a little lost. 'I hit…?' he mouthed to himself, raising a confused hand to the back of his head, puzzled over it for a moment, then froze. His face went red, and I grinned my face off. My god, it was fantastic! He hadn't changed much! I would've laughed if I had any air in me.

"Sorry." He muttered, trying to hide his blush behind his bangs. I shook my head, grinning, and knowing he couldn't see it, playfully hit him on the shoulder. He looked up curiously, the last traces of pink leaving his face, and saw me grinning. He smiled in return, taking my breath away- well, I stopped trying for a second- it lighting up his entire face, and he pushed himself back to lean against the back of the chair. I don't think I'd ever seen him smile quite like that before. "Glad to know you're good, girl." I smiled.

"If you're quite done flirting-" We simultaneously jerked our heads around towards the door to see Chang Wufei standing just inside the door, lazily leaning against the wall with his ankles crossed, and studying his nails. He glanced up at us with an almost dis-interested look. "-would you mind telling us what's going on?" I glanced behind him automatically and saw Quatre smiling at us in amusement, Trowa watching us to see what was going to happen, and Heero Yuy looking bored at the back of the lot. Back to more important things. I half-raised myself onto my knees and Duo and I shouted together.

"We aren't flirting!" Well, Duo was the one who actually yelled it, since I couldn't say anything at the moment, but I certainly gave it my best shot. Trowa raised an eyebrow, Quatre frowned, and Wufei raised both eyebrows. He gestured to me, looking at Duo.

"Why isn't she saying anything?

"Knocked the wind out of her." Wufei quirked an eyebrow up. Almost as if Duo's explanation was a cue, my chest suddenly heaved with a huge, dramatic gasp and I braced myself against the mattress with one hand as I almost went limp at the sudden relief. I chuckled as soon as could, grinning and sitting back upright.

"Well, that was dramatic, wasn't it?" I grinned; looking at Duo, and an identical grin split his face in half. "Well, anyways…" Duo titled his head to the side curiously at me. "-It's been for-freakin'-ever Duo! I'm glad ya still alive!" I said raising my hand for the shake we used to do. He grinned and we slapped, slid, gripped, spun each other's hands out and respected. "What's been happening, dude? You're not a pipsqueak anymore, nice idea with the braid by the way. You can slap people with it." I heard a choke, and looked to see Quatre crack up the same time Duo did, and I grinned when I saw Wufei's 'wtf-just-happened?' look. Heero looked faintly amused, and Trowa was smiling. I grinned and looked back at Duo, feeling very happy that I'd made everyone laugh or something similar to it. Duo was shaking his head and laughing, tilting his face slightly towards the floor. Gods, he looked beautiful when he laughed. I blinked and brought myself back to the present.

"My god, you certainly haven't changed, have ya girl?" He laughed, and eventually he turned to look at me, the fading smile still on his face. "It's nice to see that you're still alive too, Trio." I smiled at him and he leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, finally looking serious. "You remember the war, right?" He asked, glancing at me. I nodded, keeping my eyes on him. Of course. He looked away. "I piloted the gundam Deathscythe." I smiled privately. I thought he would. "I met up with these guys then" he said, gesturing to the guys by the door. "-and we've banded together since. We're now a part of the Preventors." I smiled. That was very noble. Ex-gundam pilots joining a cause to help prevent wars from happening again. He looked at me, and I couldn't identify the look in his eyes. It almost looked like a mixture of curiosity and sadness. I blinked. "What about you?" It almost sounded like a statement. I looked at him for a moment, wondering what to say. I looked down. Best to be blunt, and start from the beginning.

"Well…" I said, looking at my lap. I looked up slightly when I saw his knees turn to face me. "You know how I was back then." In the street rat days. "Always going home with any happy, young married couple who looked like they wanted a kid and coming back to you guys with half their larders…" I paused for so long, Duo reached out to touch my knee in concern. I glanced up at him, shot him a half-smile and spoke to his knees. "Well, it seems like I chose the wrong couple to go home with." Duo's fingers tensed on my knee. I took a breath. "I ended up in an Alliance cell. They didn't let me out for a week, but then this girl called Lu-something Noin found me and took a liking to me." Duo's hand went slack, and I looked up to see him wearing a surprised look. "I take it you know her?"

"Hell yeah. We work with her." I smiled. That's good.

"Well, she ended up taking me for walks around the place, and that was where I found mobile dolls." I dropped my eyes to his shoulder. "I took an almost rabid interest in them, because it seemed like something you would've liked." Quatre made an 'Aw-that's-cute' face I didn't see, and Duo blushed slightly. "I wanted to get out- get back to you guys- but I was being watched like a hawk. I couldn't do anything without it been seen. If I went to the toilet, they knew, if I stuck food down my shirt, they knew, if I talked in my sleep, they knew. I was stuck there for a year, and I never stopped asking Noin to find you guys. 'Cause hell, if I couldn't get out, I wanted at least find out if you guys were alive." Duo's face dropped slightly, but he kept quiet. "Then one day, I was working under one of the tarps on one of the trucks, doing some last check-ups on the suit- the engineers taught me everything they knew, they loved me- and the truck started to move. Who ever was driving it was pretty good, but kinda reckless. I nearly fell out a few times, but he avoided most of the bullets. I ended up getting thrown out of the back near a burning building, and I landed on someone, but I got up and ran before I knew exactly what was happening." I looked up and saw Duo staring at me in surprise with wide eyes and an open mouth. I tilted my head curiously to the side.

"It didn't have a Leo prototype in the back, did it?" I nodded.

"Yeah, did quite a bit of work on it." Duo gaped at me, and I looked at him curiously, putting my hand on top of his to try and prompt him. He blinked.

"I can't believe I hijacked you."

"What?" I looked at him in surprise. "You were driving that truck?" He nodded.

"Yeah, drove it to the Maxwell church." We gaped at each other like fishes out of water. I thought I heard a chuckle coming from somewhere.

"I can't believe it…" I trailed off. "-if only I hadn't been thrown off…"

"We would've found each other so much sooner." Duo finished. He looked at me in amazement, and I suddenly realized we were holding each other's hands like we were confessing our undying love for each other. I looked down and blushed, and Duo followed my gaze and did the same. We took our hands away and pretended it hadn't happened. Quatre was definitely laughing behind his hand, and I shot him a mock glare, softening it with a smile. He winked at me, and I grinned incredulously at him. What? A moment of awkward silence passed, and I thought, frowning.

"After that… I went running wily-nilly… and…" I brought the heel of my palm up to my forehead and ground it in, screwing my eyes shut. "God… this is hard to remember…" I sighed, frustrated, and I felt Duo's fingers touching my knee again, unwilling to fully place his hand on my knee again, yet wanting to let me know he was there. I smiled a bit for him. "Why can't I…?" I froze, a burning, circular pain pressing itself into the back of my right shoulder, and I stiffened, gritting my teeth against the pain, hearing Quatre hiss in pain and surprise. Oh shit, Quatre. Quatre could feel this too.

"Trio?" I heard Duo glance at Quatre as he spoke, but then I felt him put his hands on my shoulders, trying to hold me up, and I leaned into his grip, unwilling to make a sound, but needing him there. He moved, and I felt the bed sink down next to me, and Duo wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I was getting those flashes again, this time, of something quite a bit more unpleasant. I felt tears starting to prick at my eyes, and I twisted and leaned heavily into Duo's side, grinding my teeth together. "Trio?" He definitely sounded a little bit scared now. He didn't know what was happening to me. He had every right to be. My pain was also affecting Quatre. "What's wrong?" I was facing the wall now, so Duo and I were facing opposite directions, and amidst my pain, I didn't think twice about moving my hand to my right shoulder, and lying down across Duo's lap.

"Duo." I hissed. "Pull down my shirt."

"What?" He squeaked in surprise, tensing at the odd request.

"Pull. Down. My shirt. The back of my right shoulder. Now." I felt him relax and then reach over me, since I was lying on my side across his lap, facing him, and he slipped a hand under my ribcage gently and carefully lifted me up, freeing my right shoulder. I heard footsteps walking to stand in front of the bed and behind me, when Duo slipped my shirt off my right shoulder. There were gasps. Tears were running freely down my face now, half from the burning in my shoulder, and half from the memories. So it really was there. "I'm sorry." I choked out. "I'm sorry." I curled myself around my dearest old friend and passed out.

Ho-ly Hell. No wonder she had wrapped around me like a cat, not wanting me to leave. That'd be painful for anyone to remember. I stared down at the old burn scar the branding iron had left on the back of her right shoulder, eyes vacant, arms wrapped loosely around her. 'KOS' in a small circle. So that's what happened in those last two years. KOS. Killers Of Soldiers. I held Trio closer. They had been one of the first, deteriorating, pro-war groups we had busted up soon after joining Preventers. That group was sick.

Heero stepped back, a thoughtful frown on his face, and Quatre kneeled by the bed lightly tracing the scar on her shoulder, his expression one of half sadness, half dead anger. I looked at him, his eyes hidden by his bangs, and I saw his hand trembling. I blinked at him.

"You felt it, didn't you?" He nodded shortly, not even looking up at me as he responded.

"She was so afraid…" I frowned as Quatre trailed off. "-she was terrified when she got that mark."

"I wouldn't be surprised." I murmured darkly, twisting a little awkwardly to see that Trio's face was still contorted with pain, and she trembled slightly in my lap, one of her arms reaching over my side to touch one of her knees that was curled up behind me. She really didn't want to let me go- and for that matter- I wouldn't let her go either. She hadn't abandoned me at all. Unfortunate circumstances separated us, and different paths in life kept us apart. It wasn't until she had taken the name of Sound and started busting up empty mobile suits that we had been sent out to find her, thrusting her into my life again. I wouldn't let her slip away a second time. I rubbed the spot between her shoulders where Solo used to rub to calm her down, and she went limp in my lap. I smiled as Quatre blinked in confusion. The little old trick still worked.