I do not own Gundam Wing. This fan fiction has no commercial value and I am not making any kind of profit or income off of this. I also do not own the quote below…and don't know who to contribute it to - other than perhaps the creators of Xena (don't ask).

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You could miss your true path by the width of a hair, but that is the same thing as missing by a mile.

Chapter 3

Relena drove her rented sport utility vehicle up the dirt road to her small cabin getaway. It was her favorite place, with a majestic view of the mountains. Their peaks reached so high into the heavens they were still blanketed with snow. The vision from her front porch of the stunning swirling violet and ginger sky at sunset was the remedy that could heal her aching soul. It was serenely beautiful up there, nestled at the base of the Pyranees mountain range, cut off from the world. She had planned on spending the entire weekend away from it all – away from ‘him’.

After changing into a sweater and jeans, she made herself a cup of hot chocolate, and went to sit out on her front porch to watch the nightfall. She sighed as the air around her began to grow chilly and gray; she felt the tension and stress begin to leave her body.

She moved about the cabin by candlelight. There was something so peaceful about being in a place with no electricity. There was no commercial radio or television to corrupt the blissful silence that surrounded her. No phone calls could reach her. She was isolated and loved every second of it…until the guilt crept back into her heart.

She imagined the pained expression on her brother’s face, and knew that every moment of happiness she was experiencing, he was spending in utter torment – worried sick about his baby sister. She wondered briefly if he would kill Heero for falling prey to one of the oldest tricks in the book, and giggled at the thought. Heero’s problem was that he underestimated her. He thought she was helpless and that she needed him, but she didn’t. Not anymore. She was tired of being hurt by the ‘little prince’ she fell for so long ago. He had broken her heart for the last time. She was determined not to let him do it again; that was why he had to go.

In her weaker moments, Relena would admit that she still loved and believed in the former Gundam pilot that had, at first, tried to kill her, then swore an oath to protect her. A part of her soul told her she always would.

* * * * * *

Heero. She had been so happy to see him again. She had tried to be friendly and was on her ‘best behavior’ whenever he was around – at least that’s how it had been at first. She thought he had cared - that he had wanted the job. But gradually her delusions faded as he barked orders at her and refused even the smallest of her kind gestures. He didn’t even want her to smile at him.

“Why are you always smiling?” he asked gruffly.

Relena blinked at his harsh tone. “I was just being friendly,” she said softly, trying to hide the hurt he caused with his unrelentingly cold behavior.

“Hn. We are not required to be ‘friends’. I work for you – that is all.” He said and turned away.

That had been the final blow to her heart. After that, she didn’t smile at him; she avoided speaking with him. And she had tried, every chance she got, to get away from him. At first, she had underestimated his determination, and had been caught several times. She never made up excuses and he never gave lectures. He just made his report and let Milliardo handle it.

The longer this went on, the more withdrawn she had become, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Exhausted from weeks of stress and a long flight, she felt tears begin to slip down her cheek and wiped them away angrily. She wouldn’t cry over him. No, there was no point in crying over a man that would never love her, even though she loved him with all her heart.

* * * * * *

The call came in via CB, early Saturday morning. The Peacecraft Mansion looked like a command center inside. Most of the occupants appeared haggard and worn after a full night without sleep.

Milliardo got up to talk to the-soon-to-be-dead-by-her-brother’s-hands Relena. Heero watched him cross the room. At the door, Zechs turned and glared at the young man, then continued into the kitchen to take the call.

“This is Zechs.”

“Hello,” Relena’s voice crackled over the radio.

“Are you all right?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. I wanted to tell you not to worry. I’m okay where I am.”

“Relena, do you have any idea how worried we have all been?”

“I’m sorry, brother, I really am. I just – I just had to get away. I needed to think. I really am sorry I worried everyone.”

“I’ll forgive you, on one condition,” Zechs’ voice was stern.

Relena’s sigh could be heard through the connection, “What’s that?”

“You’re going to tell me what’s been bothering you for the last three months.”

“Okay, is that all?”

“AND ….you’re not going to do this again. Do you understand me? If you even think of ditching your guard detail again, you will not have to worry about terrorist groups trying to kill you. Because I will do the job myself!” Milliardo shouted into the receiver.

“Okay,” Relena said resignedly. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” Zechs asked, mimicking her. All the muscles in his body stiffened in dread.

“Heero will be reassigned.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll continue doing as I please.”

“Where are you, Relena?”

“I’m at my cabin. Please let me stay. I’m safe here and I’ll be back at work first thing Monday morning,” Relena’s voice pleaded.

“Relena….”

“Please brother, I need this. I promise I’ll be good and we’ll talk Monday night. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just let me stay this weekend.”

“Okay, Relena, but I expect a call tomorrow, understand?”

“Yes, brother. Tell Noin, Duo, and Hilde that I’m okay, and not to worry.”

“I will.”

“Oh, and brother?”

“Yes?”

“Was Heero even the tiniest bit upset?” Relena asked timidly, her defenses still weak from her earlier non-cry.

Realization suddenly dawned on Milliardo. His eyes closed as he heaved a big sigh. The next words were spoken with quiet compassion. “Yes, Relena, he was upset. I can’t promise it’s for the reason you hope it is, but he was upset.”

There was a long pause.

“Relena, let’s talk when you get back. Enjoy yourself – relax.”

“Thank-you, brother.”

* * * * * *

Milliardo left the kitchen and called everyone’s attention. He informed them that Relena was all right and thanked them for their efforts and concern. The assembly was promptly sent home, and they all quickly left to go catch up on missed sleep. All except for Heero. The two men glared at each other for a moment. “You’re dismissed, Yuy.”

“For how long?” Heero asked flatly.

“Until Tuesday. After that, I’m not sure. Relena will be back Monday, and then she and I are going to talk. Depending on that she has to say….”

“So, I don’t get a chance to defend myself?”

“Defend yourself?”

“Against her accusations that I am inadequate.”

“Yuy, you are inadequate. And we’re not talking about the same thing. You’re the best the Preventers have, the best damn mobile suit pilot I know, but…”

“But?”

“This has nothing to do with any of that. This is Relena we’re talking about – and I’m not going to have this continue. She’s going to be happy, and if that means assigning someone else to this job, it’s what I’ll have to do.”

Heero nodded.

“Go home, Yuy. We’ll talk first thing Tuesday morning.”

* * * * * *

Relena had a great weekend, and even a good day at work on Monday. After Judy cleaned up the remains of the tape recorder, Relena set to work – her office pleasantly Heero-less.

She practically skipped to the car at the end of the day and even enjoyed a quick nap on the ride home.

When she arrived at the mansion, her brother greeted her with open arms, and she returned the hug with full force. It had been far too long since he had held her like this.

Milliardo had dismissed most of the staff, and even Noin was gone for the evening – out shopping with Sally.

They ate dinner and enjoyed easy conversation. Milliardo was very pleased to see his sister back to ‘normal’.

After dinner and coffee, Milliardo asked her if she was ready to have their ‘talk’. He noticed tension crept back into her posture and expression, but she nodded her assent. They adjourned from the dining room to talk in Milliardo’s office.

It wasn’t cozy or conducive to a personal conversation, such as the one about to occur, but his office was private – and set up to record her every word.

Since he wasn’t certain which course of action he would have to take, Milliardo wanted to record their talk and ask for Noin’s opinion later. He felt slightly guilty for these actions, but he believed he was doing it only for Relena’s benefit. So, he went ahead and pressed the button located underneath his desktop.

“All right, Relena. Now, tell me, what’s been bothering you?”

She stared at him, her voice frozen in her throat.

He decided to try a different tactic. He softened his voice and said, “Relena, I think I know what’s going on.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, then she looked away. “You do?”

“Relena, I’m not an idiot. I can see what’s going on. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

She paled. “Am I that transparent? I guess he knows, then, too…. How humiliating!”

“Relena, that boy wouldn’t figure it out if you had Wing Zero show him his entire future complete with kids, grandkids and your actual wedding day. You could probably tell him to his face and he still wouldn’t understand.”

“He’s so cold, Milliardo, but I know he’s kind and gentle. I can see it sometimes when he looks at me. Then he does something like tell me not to smile at him; or he’ll say my ‘chatter’ annoys him. I know it sounds like some love-crazed teenager, but it hurts to be around him all the time and know he doesn’t care.” Tears welled up in her eyes but she again refused to let them fall. He got up from behind the desk and moved to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, Relena, I truly am. Tell me, how can I make it better?” He asked softly, stroking her long blond hair.

She looked up at the pained expression on his face and gave him a shaky smile. “You can’t make it better, brother. No one can make him love me. It will be all right. I just want the pain to stop, but I don’t know how to end it.”

Milliardo tightened his embrace.

* * * * * *

Heero sat, unaware of the scene in Milliardo’s office, at the dinner table with Duo and Hilde. Heero noted how the newly titled Mrs. Maxwell had cooked a lovely dinner, and would every-so-often get up and fetch something that her ‘beloved’ husband had requested. It amazed him to see a woman as stubborn as he had always known Hilde to be (and that Duo always complained she was) had suddenly turned into such a submissive creature – willing to provide comfort and love at her husband’s request, as well as cook, clean, and fetch. “Hmmm….” He thought. “Interesting. I wonder if Relena…” he didn’t finish the thought. He was interrupted by Duo’s loud chattering.

“So, buddy, any thoughts on what you’d like your new assignment to be?” Duo asked with an evil grin on his face.

Heero glared at his friend.

“Hilde – babe, will you bring Heero and me a couple of beers?”

She smiled. “Sure thing,” she said and headed off to the kitchen.

“You don’t even know why they’re going to re-assign you. Do you?”

“Relena says I’m inadequate for the job,” he replied tersely.

Duo laughed. “Yeah, right!”

“Zechs won’t reassign me.”

“Humph! I wouldn’t be too sure about that. They’re supposed to have their little ‘talk’ tonight. My opinion is that once Zechs knows what’s bothering Relena, you’ll be history.”

“You know what’s bothering her?” Heero looked surprised.

Duo looked at Heero like he had just sprouted another head. “Uh, yeah! I was her bodyguard for six months before they reassigned me. I consider her a close friend, and we would talk sometimes late at night.”

Heero frowned. She had never done such a thing with him. Of course, if she had tried, he probably would have told her to go to sleep. “Hn.”

Duo grinned at his friend. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“No.”

“Geez, Relena will kill me, but it’s not like everyone else doesn’t already know.”

Heero didn’t like the mischievous grin on Duo’s face. His eyes sparkled with humor and Heero wasn’t sure if the former Deathscythe pilot had made another joke at his expense. He glared at Duo just in case.

Duo just laughed. “I can’t believe….” He gasped breathlessly as he laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Heero sat across the table from him, quietly observing his friend’s insanity.

“What?” He finally asked.

“I just can’t believe you don’t know!”

“Don’t know what? Tell me, or I’ll crack your head open and use what’s in your skull to make an omelet!” Heero shouted.

Duo immediately sobered. “Geez, man, sorry. It really isn’t my place to tell you, but I figure you’ll find out sooner or later.

Heero glared at him.

“She’s in love with you, man,” Duo said sincerely.

Heero’s eyebrow raised in surprise. Then he frowned. “Is this another one of your jokes?”

Hilde came out of the kitchen and saw the two men glaring at one another. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t believe you, Duo. She doesn’t love me; how could she love me?”

Hilde smacked Duo in the back of the head. “Oh, my God! Relena’s going to kill you!”

Heero looked at Hilde. Her face had turned red and she was glaring angrily at her husband.

“It’s true?” Heero croaked. The world was spinning, something wasn’t right. How could she be in love with him?

He didn’t stay to see the fight between the two lovebirds; he got up and walked out of the house in a trance-like state. “She loves me?” He shook his head. “Stupid girl,” he thought. But something inside him had changed with Duo’s revelation.