Somewhere (3xMU songfic)

[VioletFairychild]

Old stuff ahead! This is the second fic I ever wrote, and my first songfic as well. Real short, too. It was written summer of 2001, I believe, so some of you may have read it already...but if not, I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Authors' note: This is written from Trowa's POV as he reminisces about Midii Une. It could be considered OOC;I tried to stay true to Trowa's character, but due to his lack of extensive monologues in the series(except for the one. You know what I'm talking about.), his speech patterns may seem a little off. Please let me know if you think I did a decent job with it, or if it seemed too OOC for your tastes.

Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing or the song "Somewhere" off the West Side Story soundtrack. I don't even own the computer this is being written on.

Somewhere

A Songfic by Vi

You knew me before any of this. You knew me when I didn't have a name, or family, or people I loved. I didn't have this life I'm living now. Sometimes I wonder if maybe you were just someone else's dream that found it's way into my head, maybe you weren't real. Maybe I'm not real. Then I think about you, or as much of you as I can remember, and I realize that even if you weren't real, the thought of you still stirs things in me that I can't bring myself to deny. The years have since given me the words to identify those things by. Pity, affection. I understood you perfectly, yet I was mystified by you. I needed you. Part of me still does.

(There's a place for us

Somewhere, a place for us

Peace and quiet and open air

Wait for us

Somewhere)

How old were we, then? Too young to comprehend what was going on around us. Too young to understand the unstable world we were born into. And yet, too old to be innocent of the crimes we committed. In a war, everyone is guilty of something. We were no exception.

(There's a time for us

Someday, a time for us

Time together with time to spare

Time to look

Time to care)

I'd be lying if I said I never wondered how you were doing. I think about it more than I'd like to admit to anyone, including myself. If you're still alive, where you are, who you're with. During my short lifetime, regrets have yet to leave their ugly stain on my soul. But I still wonder what might have happened if we had been in a different place, at a different time. Perhaps we would have hated each other the way people hate to see their own faults in others. Perhaps we would have been best friends.

Perhaps we would have been soulmates.

(Someday, somewhere

We'll find a new way of living

We'll find a way of forgiving

Somewhere)

As always, I've come full circle in my analysis of you. These thoughts begin with a yearning for something that could have been, and end with the yearning for something that never was. I cannot force myself to stop thinking of you, and I cannot bring myself to forget you. I am painfully human.

(There's a place for us

A time and place for us)

I saved you when you felt that you didn't deserve to live.

(Hold my hand and we're halfway there)


What you didn't realize was that I wasn't just saving you; I was saving my soul.

(Hold my hand and I'll take you there)

Midii...

(Somehow)

I believe that I was supposed to know you...


(Someday)

I believe that I will find you again...

(Somewhere)

Somewhere...