This is the revised version of Life Love and Family. I have added some things and deleted others. I hope this is better than the first time. Let me know what you think about it.

FIC WARNING: This fic will have strong language, Lemons and Limes, death, rape, torture, suicide. I will warn you when I get to those parts.

CHAPTER WARNING: Contains strong language and suicide.

DISCLAIMER: GUNDAM WING IS OWNED BY SUNRISE AND BANDI ENTERTAINMENT. I DON’T OWN THEM JUST BORROWING THEM. I MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS FIC.

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LIFE, LOVE AND FAMILY : PROLOUGE

BY THE ORACLE AT DELPHI

JANUARY A.C. 202

SPACE.

A quiet, calm, serene place but on this particular night…

**CRACK-CRACK-BOOM**

“DAMN!” Duo shouted as Deathscythe Hell welded its scythe into another mobile doll.

**SWISH-BOOM-BOOM**

“ They just keep coming!” Quatre added as Sandrock just sliced through two more dolls.

**BOOM-BOOM-BOOM**

“Gundamium mobile dolls. Somebody has to be controlling them.” Heero calmly stated as Zero took out six dolls with one beam shot.

**RATTA-TAT-TAT-BOOM-BOOM**

“That’s not good.” Trowa said as Heavyarms showered mobile dolls near him with bullets.

**BOOM**

“Those who fight with mobile dolls have no HONOR!” Wufei shouted as Nataku stabbed another doll with its beam staff.

The five Gundams were fighting hundreds of mobile dolls that began to attack three civilian shuttles en route to earth and the battle was not looking good for the Gundams.

“We can’t keep this up much longer!” Quatre shouted while driving his heat shorters into mobile dolls.

“I’m not giving up yet!” Duo replied as he sliced through another set of dolls.

All of a sudden mobile dolls on the outer rim of the battlefield began to explode.

The voice of Wufei came over the COM, “WHAT IS THAT?!”

Three Gundams the pilots had never seen before were hacking their way through the dolls toward to boys. A fighter jet similar to Wing Zero blasted its way between the new Gundams and the pilots, blowing away all of the mobile dolls in its path with lasers from its wings. After about an hour of fighting, all that remained were seven tired Gundams, one fighter jet and scrap Gundamium.

“I’m going to make a killing cleaning up this mess up.” Duo said as he dialed the secretary of his sweeper company.

“Thanks for your help.” Quatre gratefully said.

“You’re Welcome.” came a sweet cheerful reply.

Quatre shook his head, ‘That’s…no it couldn’t be.’ The woman he knew would never say only two words. Even he, on more than one occasion threaten to rip her voice box out if she didn’t shut up.

“Hey! Who the hell are you?” Duo asked annoyed.

“Who the hell are you?” An equally annoyed voice replied.

Duo snorted, “Ya know, no one likes a smart ass.”

“No one likes a dumb ass but they put up with you anyway.”

“Duo, she has a point.” Heero supplied.

“Hmph. Dishonorable onna.” Wufei stated.

“That’s a punk ass thing to say to someone who just saved your sorry ass.” An irate voice replied.

“You have no honor.”

“And you have no balls.”

Trowa listened to the verbal exchange between Wufei and the unknown woman. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it was her but that just couldn’t be. She was the sweetest, most innocent person he knew. Besides he left her on L3.

A monotone female voice came over the COM link, “Well, I see you guys needed our help again.”

The woman sighed, “Well its like they say, behind a good man is an even better woman.”

‘Oh no.’ Heero thought with a sense of doom.

“Oh yes.” the monotone voice relied as if she could read his thoughts.

The four new Gundams cloaked and disappeared from the battlefield.

“Hey Heero. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that chic was your sister.” Duo said between chuckles.

“Who told you that you knew any better?” was his only reply as he transformed Zero into flight mode and led four confused pilots back to Preventer Headquarters on earth.

~*~*~

The young woman removed the mobile doll control helmet from her head. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders.

“That was refreshing.”

A middle-aged woman smiled at her daughter, “Did that little exercise bring back found memories, dear?”

“Oh yes mother. Indeed it did.’

“I knew those pilots weren’t working alone” a gray haired woman said.

She picked up a crystal picture frame.

“The day they took you away my life ended. Because of them I lost our son and our grandson. I will die to make sure they pay for destroying this family.” She said to the elderly man in the picture.

She returned the picture to its resting place, “The players have all gathered and now its time to begin. Come we have plans to prepare.”

~*~*~

Misery.

Emptiness.

Loneliness.

Relena was in a whirlwind of emotions. For seven long years she did what people expected her to do. She endured all and gave up all so that peace would stay a reality. And that he may return to her. She yearned to be like “real” people. Be like other young women who could be with friends, gossip, shop…be loved. For peace she gave up her dreams of life, love and family. But then again without him she had no life. Without him she couldn’t love and he was the only one she wanted a family with. At 22 years old, Relena was physically and emotionally drained. Being Vice Foreign Minister, dealing with old fools intent on finding new and more creative reasons to fight had worn her down. Their fake flattery left her feeling empty. But knowing the man that she loved was always watching from the shadows at night made her feel lonely. Other than his nightly ”visits” she never saw him. He had been there earlier. But she knew he would be. She heard about the mobile dolls spotted in space near earth, so she knew he would be going to battle. She knew he would come to “spy” on her before he left.

‘So I am not worthy of your love, just some prize that needs to be protected for the good of who?’

She was tired of being a prize. She was tired of living for the good of others. She was tired if living. Her misery has now turned in to despair.

‘You fool. He will never love you…be there to hold you…and those damn politicians certainly don’t care about you’

She finally admitted the truth to herself and it was unbearable. She could take no more. Tonight will be her last of this miserable life.

‘I wished he killed me years ago. At least I could have had true peace.’

She walked out on to her balcony, the cold winter landscape a reflection of her inner self. She looked up at the stars. They looked so…free.

‘Soon I will be among them.’

Dressed in silky white night gown that flowed all the way down to her ankles, she sat down in the wicker chair on her balcony. She took out the fine knife holding it in her left hand, swiped it over her right wrist. She winced as the knife made its incision. Switching the knife to her now bleeding right hand held it high and brought it swiftly across her left wrist. A smile spread across her face as she dangled her hands off each side of the chair letting the blood run down her hands and began pooling on the ground. The knife clattered as it hit the marbled balcony floor.

When the darkness came she welcomed it and embraced the golden light that over took her.

~*~*~

IN SPACE

‘Relena’