Untitled: Chapter Five

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Untitled: Chapter Five

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Wow. I’ve just done something totally stupid for the past four chapters. I forgot the standard disclaimer. on hands and knees PLEASE!!! HAVE MERCY!! DON’T SUE ME!!! I DON’T OWN GUNDAM WING!!!! (This disclaimer applies to the past four chapters and this one too. Opps. Sorry.) Anyways, back to the story.

Chapter 5: A girl named Sarye

Lt. Alton Medira. L2 Colony. Stolen Car.

“Sir, they’ve just pulled onto the Preventer’s property should we

follow them?”, asked a soldier. “No, we can’t risk getting caught just yet.

We’ll head back to headquarters and a file report.”, said Medina, dreading

his return.

**********************************************************

Quatre Winner. L2 Colony. Lady Une’s office.

Quatre looked over at Hilde, who wasn’t moving. She had just

passed out a few minutes ago, after having suffered some blood loss.

Quatre had the slight feeling that Duo wouldn’t be too pleased with him if

anything happened to her, so he did his best to tighten the bandage, which

stanched the flow of blood considerably.

It wasn’t easy considering that every five minutes he would fly

up into the air and hit his head on the roof of the car, as Rashid flew over

the speed bumps. With a loud screech, the car stop and Quatre got out with

Hilde in his arms. Rashid went to park the car and Quatre quickly ran to

hospital wing of the Preventers building.

Running up several flights of stairs, Quatre threw his weight on

the door that led to the office. Sally was sitting next to the receptionist desk

chatting, when Quatre came in slightly out of breath She assessed the

situation and beckoned him inside a room. “Lay her out here.”, she

gestured to the bed.

“Are you hurt?”, she asked looking him over critically. Quatre

shook his head and said, “Hilde was shot and she passed out after all the

blood loss.” Sally quirked at eye at him as she tore off Hilde’s sleeve in

order to get a better look at the wound. “Am I allowed to know anything?”,

she asked.

“No, it’s top secret.”, responded Quatre. “In that case you better

go report to Lady Une. Hilde’s fine. She’ll survive. I’ve definitely seen

worse. If she survived the Libra incident, she’ll survive this.”, said Sally

waving him away. With a backwards glance, Quatre made his way to the

elevator. Pressing the button, he waited with dread as it opened. The last

thing he wanted to do was to face her with bad news. Lady Une’s temper

was legendary when things were peaceful. And he didn’t even want to think

about what it would be like during times of crisis. With a cheerful ding, the

elevator opened and Quatre walked to the end of the hall where her office

was. Already, he could hear her yelling through the thick oak doors.

“She’s been expecting you. Just go in.”, said her secretary. “Thank

you.”, responded Quatre as he hesitantly opened the door.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t answer that question. This situation is

highly confidential. If I revealed any information it could endanger many

lives. My representative will happily answer any questions that you have.

You have the number. Call it.”, snapped Lady Une, slamming the phone in

the cradle. Sighing, she looked up and saw Quatre. She turned around and

after checking that her chair was there, she gingerly sat down. Just as she

was about to speak, the phone rang. She angrily unplugged it and threw it

in the trashcan. “It probably was just another reporter. Have a seat,

Quatre.”, she said motioning him to a chair. He cleared his throat and sat

down. Not quite sure as to how to begin. “Umm, I’m afraid, I have some

bad news.”, he began, staring at the floor. Looking up, he saw Lady Une’s

face. “Not a good beginning, Quatre.”, he thought, berating

himself. “Oh?”, said Lady Une, as her cheek muscle gave an angry

twitch. “Miss Jupiter, could not be found. We were attacked at the airport.

We tried to leave and we were followed. Hilde was shot and right now she’s

down in the infirmary. Sally is patching her up. I saw Miss Jupiter, but

before I could call out to get her attention, she fled the scene. There is

some good news though; on the plane, Miss Jupiter gave Hilde her cell

phone number. Using the GDS tracking system and the number, we should

be able to pinpoint her location by satellite.”, said Quatre.

“See that it gets done. Bring her to me, I need that

information from her.”, said Lady Une. “Right away.”, said Quatre saluting

her. “Dismissed.”, said Lady Une.


Quatre quickly dashed to the stairs and ran down to the 5th

floor. Looking around he spotted the person he wanted. “Mr. Smith. I need

to borrow you. It shouldn’t take more than a minute. I have this number

and I need you to track the cell phone down.”, said Quatre. “Sure, no

problem. Let’s go to the conference room.”, said Smith, as he headed in

that direction. Flicking on the lights, Smith brought up a screen using the

computer monitor. “Have a seat. This should take about five minutes.”, he

said. Smith typed in the command codes that control one of the satellites

that the Preventers owned. “Hmm. That’s strange.”, said Smith. “What?

What is it?”, asked Quatre sitting up. “It’s on the Preventers private parking

lot. In fact, the signal is coming from a silver BMW.”, said Smith as he used

the satellite to pinpoint the location. “That’s my car!!!! Where’s it parked?”,

asked Quatre, as the image sprang up. “Umm. It’s in the A-2 section.”,

said Smith. “Thanks.”, responded Quatre as he dashed out the door. As

Quatre ran down the stairs, he dialed Rashid’s phone number and asked

him to meet him the lobby.

“Rashid!!!”, called Quatre as he spotted him through the busy

activity. Rashid made his way over to where he stood. “Master Quatre,

what’s the matter?”, he asked. “Where are the keys to the car?”, said

Quatre breathlessly. “Right here…”, said Rashid as Quatre grabbed the

keys. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. And tell Sally, that I’m bringing another

person up.”, ordered Quatre as he dashed haphazardly around people and

out the door.

Quatre stopped and stared at the trunk. It was riddled with bullet

holes. “There’s no way that any one could have survived that.”, he thought

to himself. He opened the trunk. There she was curled up in a fetal position

off to the side where there weren’t that many bullet holes. “Poor girl. She

never even had a chance.”, he thought as he gently reached out to take

her pulse. Surprisingly, enough it was still there, beating strongly. He

checked for wounds. There were three in her left leg, a shallow scrape

across one cheek, four in both shoulders, five in her right thigh, three in her

chest. He was worried the most about the ones in her chest. They missed

the heart, but they hit her lung. It was probably full of blood or collapsed.

And there was no telling how much blood she had lost. She was barely

breathing and he had to get her to Sally right away.

***********************************************************
Sally looked up as Quatre ran in, out of breath again. She

looked aghast at the bundle in his arms. A woman was cradle against his

chest and her arm had gotten lose. Blood was steadily dripping down her

fingers and onto the white tile floor. “Sally. Please. You’ve got to do

something.”, begged Quatre breathlessly. “Here, hand her over to me.”,

Sally commanded. As she was transferred to Sally’s arms, Sally watched

horrified, at the amount of blood on his shirt. “Dave!! Get over here! I need

you to call Dr. Stanley and Martha to help me operate. We need to operate

now! Get the nurses prepped for a blood transfusion. Quatre check her

wallet; it should tell us her blood type.”, said Sally. “She’s an O positive.”,

he said. He watched helplessly as she was rushed away on a gurney. Rashid

placed his hand on Quatre’s shoulder. “She’ll be fine.”, he told him. Quatre

gave his thanks and walked off to go report to Lady Une.

***********************************************************
“Damnit! Will you stop calling me! I can’t give out any

information! How the hell am I supposed to know how they escaped from

the airport bathrooms!! If I knew, we wouldn’t even be having this

conversation. Don’t you have someone else to bother? What do you mean I

should know? Are you calling me incompetent? What!!! Care to repeat that

again? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you quite clearly. I could have swore I heard

you call me an incompetent bitch! I’ll have you know, you little spineless,

measly, worm, that only an idiot could think that he could get away with

calling me an incompetent bitch!! You can kiss your job goodbye!!!

What??!!!”, snapped Lady Une. She threw her cell phone into the

trashcan. “Damn hotshot freelance reporter!!! How the hell did he get that

number anyway!!”, she wondered out loud. She sat down with a sigh.

Freelance reporters were her worst nightmare. They were loose ends. They

were affiliated with no one. They worked only for themselves. Reporters,

who worked for a company, had to watch what they said or else they could

get fired or get their bosses sued. The freelancers, however, were a

different story. They said whatever the hell they wanted. She buried her

face in her hands. Her day couldn’t get any worse. She was exhausted and

extremely tempted to take some more migraine pills. Unfortunately, the

four hours hadn’t passed yet. She glanced at the clock on her desk. She

needed to hang on for one more hour. She looked up at as Quatre walked

in her office, his shirt covered in blood. And somehow, with the way her day

was going, she knew that it wasn’t his blood. “It’s not my blood.”, he said

confirming her thoughts. Screw it. She reached for the bottle of aspirin. Just

to be fair, she took one pill, instead of the regulated two. “Miss Jupiter

might not make it.”, he said sitting down and burying his face in his

hands. “And it’s all my fault.”, he said. Lady Une eyed the bottle. Don’t give

in. Deep breath. Control. You are in control. “What happened.”, said Lady

Une.

“She was in the trunk of my car. The reason the Medinan

soldiers followed us is because she was in the trunk. They shot at the trunk

of the car. When I found her she was barely alive and she had lost a lot of

blood. It’s all my fault. I caught a glimpse of her at the airport, just before

she ran off. If I had called out, she might have stopped. And now, she’s

going to die. If she dies, so do Trowa and the others. We need the

information, that she can give us in order to stop the assassinations and

get everyone else back.”, said Quatre. He lifted his face out of his hands.

His deep, sea blue eyes were tortured and full of emotion. “I’m sorry.”, he

said sadly. Lady Une got up out of her chair and walked to the front of her

desk. She leaned against it, with her ankles and arms crossed. She stared

at the floor, deep in thought. Quatre waited to hear her verdict and the

room was still.

Suddenly, the trashcan started vibrating, and a ringing noise

emanated from it. Sighing, Lady Une reached in and pulled out her cell

phone. “Hello? Oh. Hello, Mariemaia. Your piano lessons are at seven

today. The driver will arrive to pick you up shortly. Alright, good-bye.”, said

Lady Une hanging up. She turned the cell phone off and tossed it onto her

desk. Resuming the same position, she cleared her throat. “This whole

situation was my fault. I should have sent more agents with you. I did not

expect to be attacked twice in one day. I was taken by surprise and

unprepared. That will not happen again. Quatre, I refuse to let you blame

yourself. There was nothing you could have done. I seriously doubt she

would have even heard you call out to her in all the noise. Now, I want you

to go home and clean up. And that’s an order, Preventer. You’re a mess.

I’m going to cancel everything for to today and take a nap. My head is

killing me, and I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep. I suggest you do the

same. You’ve worn yourself ragged worrying over everyone. And I’m not the


only one in here with bags under my eyes. After my nap, you’re going to

take me out to dinner. I’m sick of the cafeteria food. Then, we head up to

see how the operation went. And bring a blanket and pillow for me, those

infirmary chairs are uncomfortable. I plan to sleep there, in case there’s an

attack. I don’t care how good these guys are, not one bastard is going to

get past me. You can join me if you want. Now go.”, said Lady Une

motioning him towards the door. Smiling softly, Quatre got up from the

chair. “Thank you, Lady. You’ve made me feel a lot better. How does

McDonalds’ sound?”, he said jokingly. Lady Une glared. “That’s not

funny.”, she said. Laughing, Quatre closed the office door. Lady Une fished

out her phone from the trashcan and plugged it in the line. “Sharon, cancel

everything and take the day off.”, she said pressing her index finger down

a button. “Yes m’am. Will that be all, m’am?” asked Sharon. “Yes, that it

for today.”, she responded. Taking off her heels, Lady Une curled up on the

couch to go to sleep. Her eyes flew open and landed on the phone. God

forbid, she had forgotten to unplug it. She hurried over and unplugged it.

Just to make sure, she threw it in the trashcan. After making sure it was

turned off, her cell phone followed after. She then locked her office door.

Sighing, she curled up on the couch again, exhausted. She closed her eyes,

and dreamed of Trieze.

**********************************************************
Quatre closed the office door softly, his smile wiped off his face.

It had been for appearances. He’d never forgive himself, if she died. He

walked across the hall with his hands shoved in his pockets. Guilt was slowly

eating away at his chest like a burning acid. But he was used to it. He

usually felt guilty over things that he did. Being a gundam pilot and blowing

up that colony was a big one. He tried not to worry anyone over his

depression. He couldn’t hide it from his sisters, but they didn’t know that he

was a gundam pilot. They thought that he was depressed about fighting

with his father over the war and never reconciling. Some of it was because

of that. They had no idea, though. So they set him up on millions of dates,

thinking that if he settled down and had a family, maybe things would turn

out fine.
The only woman he would have ever considered marrying was

dead. He tried not to think about Dorothy. Who could forget about Dorothy?

She was among the first to be assassinated. In order to try to atone for her

mistakes, she managed to hold a seat in the ESUN. She was an avid

supporter of pacifism and was a close advisor of Relena’s. At first they were

just friends, but the platonic relationship grew into something more. They

dated and at first it was awkward, but then they grew close and at ease with

each other. Dorothy was one of the few people who could understand him.

They’d always talk late in to the night about everything, war, religion,

politics, dreams, and hopes for the future.

He had a funny feeling before he said goodbye on their last

date. They lingered uneasily on her doorstep, until finally she told him that

it was getting late. So he said goodbye. And she smiled and wished him the

same. She shut the door and that was the last that he ever saw of her. He

couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. He had trouble

sleeping that night. And all through the morning, he walked around, as if

he was in a daze. Then he got the news; Lady Une broke it to him. Ever

since then he could never get a good night’s sleep. He never told her that

he loved her. No one really knew about them dating, since they were afraid

that the media would hound them. Everyone thought that they were still

enemies. He was the only one of the gundam pilots, who showed up at the

funereal. Ever since that time, he had worked tirelessly to find out some

information, concerning Medina. The elevator dinged, interrupting his

thoughts, and opened to the bustling lobby. Plastering a bright smile on his

face, he walked towards Rashid.

**********************************************************

She floated in a hazy black dream. She couldn’t quite see in

front of her; it was almost as if a fog laid over everything. She didn’t panic,

though. The dream was familiar to her, welcome even. It held a glimmer of

hope. A promise of things to come in the hazy, unsure future. She waited

patiently for the little girl to come. The one who called her “Mommy.” There.

There she was. Running towards her as always. She worried that the little

girl might fall down and hurt herself. In the fog, she could make out a tiny

form, but just barely. As she got closer, she could make out every single

detail. And she drank it all in. But it was all a puzzle to her. Besides the riot

of curls on her head, the child looked nothing like her. She had deep

aquamarine eyes and bright blond hair that was almost white. That was the

first thing that she could always make out. The hair. “Mommy, Mommy!!”,

she called out. Sadly, Alejandra held out her arms, knowing that she would

wake up before she even held the child in her arms. “Sarye!”, she said

softly. She didn’t know how she knew. She just knew. The little girl’s name

was Sarye. Sarye was her daughter. The little girl gleefully launched herself

into her mother’s arms. And then she woke up.

The first thing that Alejandra barely registered was face hovering

over her. She blinked back several tears as her eyes adjusted to the

painfully sharp sunlight. And then it hit her. She suddenly couldn’t

breath. “Oh my God, he looks just like Sarye”, she thought, shocked.

Hovering above her were a pair of beautiful aquamarine eyes and a shock

of platinum blond hair. She studied him closely trying to figure out what he

was like by his features. His eyes were completely identical to her

daughters’. His eye color seemed to be divided in half, with the top half

blue and the bottom half green. The colors seemed to blend in the middle

creating a beautiful aquamarine color. His eyes were so sad and he had

dark shadows under his eyes. He needed to sleep. His bright platinum

blond hair was mussed as if he had hurriedly combed it with his fingers. The

next thing that she registered was that she was in a hospital bed hooked to

all kinds of machines and wires. She could barely think, probably because

of all the drugs and painkillers. Suddenly the possible-father-of-my-

child/man spoke.

“Hello. My name is Quatre Winner. You gave us quite a scare.

We didn’t think that you were going to make it.”, said Quatre cheerfully.

She stared at him. He smiled at her brightly. “I’m going to marry an

airhead.”, she said out loud. “Excuse me?”, he asked looking at her

worriedly. “You look just like my daughter, Sarye.”, she blurted out. She

widened her eyes. “Oh my God. Alejandra, you idiot!!!”, she said berating

herself loudly. She gasped. Her eyes widened further. “You have a

daughter?”, Quatre frowned, “That wasn’t in our files. How old is she?”, he

asked puzzled. “Uhhh…”, said Alejandra lamely. Suddenly, Lady Une thrust

her face into hers. “Where is the B-22 chip? What does it do? How does it

work? What is it made out of? Where is Medina’s stronghold? Tell me

everything. Speak. Now.”, commanded Lady Une. Alejandra decided that

now was the perfect time to implement a quick, yet workable plan. This plan

always worked in painfully embarrassing situations, such as

this. “Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!”, shrieked Alejandra. She then burst into tears, sobbing

wildly. Lady Une jumped back from the bed surprised at the girl’s reaction.

Sally ran in. “What the hell…”, she stopped short. Sally scowled. “Get out!!

Out!! Both of you! I will not have you two upsetting my patient. She’s just

been through a major operation. And in coma for three days!! She’s so full

of painkillers right now, that she couldn’t tell you her full name. Half of what

she says wouldn’t even make sense. I promise you that you probably

couldn’t get much out of her anyways. She needs her rest. I will not have

you questioning her until she’s made a full recovery. I can assure you Lady

Une that she won’t die anytime soon. She’s perfectly healthy; she’ll be fine.

Now get out. Now.”, said Sally pointing to the door. “Rest assured. We will

continue this conversation, later young lady.”, said Lady Une frowning.

Alejandra cried harder. Quatre patted her shoulder trying his best to soothe

her. “Please don’t cry. Everything will be just fine. I’ll come back and visit.”,

he said leaving hurriedly.

*************************************************************

Sally ran over to Alejandra, after shoving a protesting Lady Une

out the door. She locked the door and scowled angrily, as Lady Une

forcefully banged at the door with her fist. The door was thick enough that it

muffled her angry voice, and Quatre’s loud pleading. Then thankfully, it

stopped. Now to deal with all the wailing, thought Sally. After five minutes of

trying to calm her down, Sally gave up and added an extra dose of a

sleeping drug into her IV. The wailing was suddenly cut off mid-shriek. This

was followed by a muffled thump as her head hit the pillow. Sally sighed, as

she tried to breathe. Her hands gripped the metal bar encasing her bed,

and she tried not to think of Wufei and the predicament that he was in.

Sally was worried. From what she had seen so far, Alejandra Jupiter was not

the right person to have possession of the B-22 chip. Then again, she had

to be fair. The girl had probably never even seen Lady Une or Quatre,

except on television. Plus, the added stress of being shot at and… ok, so

maybe she was judging too quickly. Wufei was rubbing off on her. Not good.


She looked at the girl’s tearstained face and wondered if she

could shoulder the burden. She looked so fragile when she slept. Still, she

had to be strong; after all, she did survive the operation. And yet, she was

still worried. Sally let go of the bar and sat down in the chair that Quatre

had abandoned. She leaned on the bar for support and rested her cheek

on her forearms. She was so worried about Wufei. And the others. The

others, too. By now, he should have gotten out if he was captured. That was

what they all were assuming. That they had been captured. They didn’t

really know, what had happened. The boys had just disappeared without a

trace. They couldn’t be dead, that was just too horrible to think about. And

so they were captured, biding their time, just waiting to get out. That was

the story that she made up to help her cope with their disappearance.

Wufei’s disappearance.

She missed their “fights”. She used to work with him

and share an office, until she was transferred to the ER. She had barely

seen him, but she had thought about him. She thought that Wufei was

avoiding her for the past couple of months, ever since she was transferred.

And then she heard the news. After the operation, a couple of nights ago.

Lady Une had broken it to her, after swearing her to secrecy. Wufei and the

others have gone missing, Sally. It still broke her heart, when she thought

about it. And now here she lay, sleeping. The source of all wisdom and

knowledge. She knew it all. Or at least we hope she does, she thought. She

had to know. If she didn’t well… All would be lost. All couldn’t be lost…could

it?

A/N: I know, I know. I'm late. Bad wingedleona. Bad. *dodges knives* I have an excuse!!!!!!!!! Several excuses!!!!!!!!! I had exams (which I kinda didn't study for very well :roll: ). I had to go visit a college (which I really don't want to go to :roll: ). So...yeah. I'm sorry. Different topic. Blackrose IS MARRIED!!!!???????? *pictures little blackroses running around and writing gundam wing fanfics* Everyone here is sooo old!!!! *cry* There's no one who's my age!!!! Not that there's anything wrong with being OLD. *sprightly seventeen year-old runs circles around a bunch of old decrepit...* Just kidding. haha. :-P
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Post by winky »

cough ya never knew that eh well from her style of wrting we could picture how old she could be :-?
you're seventeen then i should feel that nobody is my age! i'm younger then that!
and keep up wiht the story!!

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