but nothing too serious. 
DISCLAIMER!!!!: I do not own Gundam Wing! If I did, it would have had a more satisfactory ending! I also do not own the song Baby of Mine. That honor goes to Disney! That being said, don't sue me,'cause I got nothin' worth taking!
ENJOY!!HXR
PG13
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PROLOGUE:
*The satin sheets tangled about them. Skin on skin, lips on lips, and heart to heart. Their breathing was sporadic and yet seemed perfectly syncrnized. The only sounds in the room were those resulting from their released passion. Four years of wondering, watching, waiting, all comming down to this moment, this night, this long awaited intimacy. Hands continued to wander as the moved in time to eahother. For this one instant, the two star-crossed lovers were the only people in the entire universe. They were together now, though the world and god himself, may condemn them for it. He found in her the solace to escape his past, and she, in turn, found the resolve to continue with her furture. The two of them finding strength and comfort in one another. No words needed to be said as they became one in body and soul....*
She woke up in a cold sweat, her face wet with tears, though she could not remember crying. Wiping them away, she reached over and turned on the lamp by her bed, then leaned forward, placing her face in her hands. It had all been a dream. No, worse than that; it was a memory, come back to haunt her as she sought the blissful nothingness that sleep should have to offer. It had been years since that night; five to be exact. Each year grew easier than the last. By burying herself in her mountains of paperwork and endless strings of meetings she was normally able to keep her mind from wandering down the dangerous path of yesteryear. She shivered, though still covered by her thick, down-feather comforter. Glancing at the clock, she noticed that the time read 2:30 A.M. In another three hours she would need to be getting ready for another "thirlling" day at the office.
Sliding out from beneath the plush blankets, she gently slid into her slippers and grabbed her robe from the nightstand, slipping it gracefully over her shoulders. These impromptu wake-up calls were becomming more and more frequent. She sighed and stood up, walking over to the reinforced, bullet-proof, double-doors that lead out onto her balcony. The gorgeous outdoor feature of her mansion was wondrous to be hold, but sadly unused as preventers saw it as a security risk. Une had begged her to switch to a lower-risk location in the house, but the argument fell upon deaf ears.
The twinkling stars of the moonless night seemed to mock her, taunting her restless mind with their ever-cheery light. She softly touched her fingers to the ice-cold glass and watched as it fogged up around her warm digits. This mansion, this fortress, was her home, but also her prison and a constant reminder of the life she has, the life she left behind, and the one she will never know. She sighed yet again, yet another occurence that was becomming more common by the day.
So much was going on in the unified nation that needed her attention. Colonies were in serious need of repair, New trade agreements were ebing discussed in depth between the colonial representatives of the Earthsphere sneate and those of the Earth delegates. Steps were being taken to begin the construction of a resource satelite in commemoration of the MO II that was destroyed during the Marie-Maia Cou. As those thoughts stirred in her ever-restless mind, she sighed.
Contrary to popular belief, she did not hate her job. Being Vice Foreign minister of the Eath-Sphere Unified Nations helped her do her part and give back to all those that suffered to make the currently peaceful world a reality. She loved visitng the orphanages and helping rebuild both the settlements and the spirits off the Nation's occupants. However, she did wish that such wonderful things wouldn't take up so much of her time. Time that could be spent doing something really worth while with someone really special.
"Mommy?"
As if to echo her thoughts, she heard her large, wooden door creek open and saw a small shadow cast by the new light. Turning around, she found her tiny visiter rubbing her sleepy eyes, yawning softly, a well-worn teddy bear held tightly in hand. Her heart warmed at the sight of her four and a half year old daughter, her true reason for living. Smiling softly, she closed the distance between them, knelt down and embraced the small child, wiping away residual tears from under her prussian blue eyes.
"Mommy, I had a bad dream." The child laid her head gently against her mother's shoulder and Relena ran a soothing hand over her child's dark-blonde hair.
"Oh you did, did you? Would you like to sleep in here tonight?" The child nodded against her mother's shoulder, sniffling. "Come on, Ammy." she replied, snuggling her precious bundle. With the effortless, practiced ease that only mothers possess, she scooped up her daughter, while standing up and then walked over to the bed, where she gently set her daughter down. Ammy, or rather, Ammethyst Peacecraft snuggled under the covers, smiling up at her mother. "Now, tell me what your dream was about sweety." Relena cooed, trying to calm her daughter.
"They were after us, mommy. They took you away from me. they came out of nowhere and took you away. I was all alone. Don't leave me mommy!" Her daughter flung herself against her, and Relena held her tightly.
"Oh sweetheart! It was just a dream. I promise. Mommy isn't going anywhere. I will never leave you, alright?" The child pulled back, fresh tears sliding down her flushed cheeks as she sniffled.
"Sing me our lullaby, please mommy?" Her little eyes shone brightly, pleading for the night-time ritual while reflecting the minimal light in the room.
Looking into the pleading eyes of her only child, Relena could see the resemblance to the man who had left her with such a precious gift. She smiled softly, her eyes moistening. "Alright sweetheart. Lie down and I'll sing it to you." At the little girl's exlamation of joy, she snuggled down, a mere bump on the surface of the huge matress by comparison. Relena gently began to rub her daughter's cheek and stroke her hair as she began to sing the familiar melody.
"Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part,
baby of mine."
Back when her preganancy had first become known to her superiors and and select few fellow politicians privy to that knowledge badgered her to abort the pregancy. Her image consultant and publicity manager nagged her day in, and day out, asking her a million questions partaining to the topic of who and where the child's father was. And, while some of her friends encouraged and supported her, others, namely her older brother were furious. To some who knew of her existence, the pregnancy was thought to be an abomination in the making. Rumors began to circulate that the father was a blood-stained soldier from the eve wars. The Dove of Peace, as Relena had so unfairly been dubbed, had been sullied by and unworhty male.The whole thing became a scandalous outrage that, through a little luck and an insane amount of bribery, had managed to keep out of the spotlight. Relena had had to take special measures to hide the evidence of her pregnancy for the sake of protecting her unborn child from unwanted attention. After the baby was born, she had taken a short period of leave and used her time wisely to continue completing the tasks so "generouly" bestowed on her by her position. After all this time, Ammethyst's existance was still very much a mystery from the rest of the world.
Memories from that day at the hospital flashed through her mind as the lyrics took them both away. She was reminded once more of the proud and indescribable feelings she felt when she heard her daughter's first cries. From the moment they placed her baby in her arms, she knew she would always love her.
"Little one when you play,
don't you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
never a tear,
baby of mine."
Looking down at her child's sleepy smile, Relena couldn't help the feeling of overwhelming pride she felt. At only four years of age, Ammethyst could speak in full sentences, knew her whole alphabet, how to count, and even how to read and write. A quick study, the child had quickly perfected anything she set her mind to. On the flip side, anything she did not wish to do, did not get done. As much as people would like to give Relea all the credit, she knew that the child's father had more to do with that than herself. Several of her nannies and would-be teachers always scolded Ammy for her willfullness, but Relena knew it was more from envy than anything else.
"If they knew sweet little you
they'd end up loving you two.
All of those people who scold you
what they'd give just for the right to hold you."
As she neared the last verse, she felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness ovecome her. After all she's been through, after all the kidnappings, the death threats, the controversy and strife, she had something no one could take away from her. At the end of the day, she had a precious treasure to return to. When all is said and done, right or wrong, good or bad, there would always be one thing she could hold her head high about, one thing she did right. The one thing she was most proud of. Her little girl. Her beautiful Ammethyst.
"From your head down to your toes,
you're perfect, goodness knows.
And you're so precious to me,
sweet as can be,
baby of mine."
As she let the last words quietly slip, she looked down to find her daughter sleeping peacefully,hugging her bear in a tight grip. The same bear given to herself eight years before, by a special someone. She had dubbed the little toy 'Steadfast', as a way of showing respect for her reliable rescuer. She smiled and absently ran a finger accross the worn fur. she leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead.
"Goodnight, My little Ammy."
Standing up, she once more walked to the doors and looked out into the night, releasing a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Seeing her daughter safe and sound, deep in sleep did little to calm her own nerves however. Something about her daughter's sudden dream left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her thin frame, searching the stars for the comfort she knew they couldn't give.
"Heero..." She whispered his name almost reverently, her eyes holding the weariness she dared not let anyone else see. She closed her eyes, wishing on some random star for his safety, and for theirs.
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Outside, not far from her balcony, the eyes of stranagers lurked in the darkness; watching, waiting and listening to every word. One stood out from the rest, an eerie smile on his shadowed face.
"When I give the signal, we move out." He watched as the for princess's form retreated from sight, his smile widening...
****[A.N.] I hope you've enjoyed the prologue. I don't normally like writing song fics, but it just seemed to fit. I will not be using any other songs though, at least, I hope not. I do plan on continuing this and making it a mult-part fic. Comments and constructive criticism is well appreciated. Later!
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