Baby Mine: Chapter 2
Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 1:37 am
[A.N.] Here is the next chapter of my story. I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as i'm enjoying writing it.
Shout Outs!!! Thanks a million to Wingzerosnuggles! you've been a big help in working through my writer's block. And thankyou stormwind16 for your great reviews!!
DISCLAIMER!!!!: I do not own Gundam Wing! If I did, it would have had a more satisfactory ending AND been more clear on a few other confusing subjects. That being said, don't sue me,'cause I got nothin' worth taking!
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Commander Une paced her office impatiently, arms crossed, fingers drumming against her bicep. The report of last night's short-commings had left her more than a little disturbed. Being in charge of everything that happens regarding Preventers, she had always strived for the most efficient and reliable source of protection for both the leaders and the citizens of the Earth-Sphere Unified Nations. Although having been formed only ten years ago, the organization had grown quickly as men and women from the armies of wars past decided to continue doing that which they had been trained for. In the short period of time since the Barton Foundation incident, the numbers of preventers had increased over eighty-five percent.
She reached up and began to rub her temples. The close call of the previous night with the breech of the Vice Foreign Minister's security had been too close. If General Maxwell had not returned to check on the night shift when he did, who knows what would have happened; and yet, not all the credit could go to him. She walked over to her desk and picked up the folder holding his detailed reort of what happened.
Evidently, Maxwell had arrived to find the house silent as the grave. None of the alarms or traps had been triggered. Two of the four security guards that had been assigned were dead at their posts, and the other two had a late arrival to account for their survival. The two gaurds she had assigned had only recently proved themselves to be the caliber of soldier to protect Relena from harm. If those gaurds had not been as late as they were, one could only guess what would have happened to the Vice Foreign Minister and her young daughter. Une slammed the folder down on the desk, irritation marring her normally impassive face.
Lady Une, as she'd once been known, had been given this job out of respect for being the military genious that once served as Treize Kushrenada's second in command. Once being a ruthelss, quite literally two-faced soldier, Une had battled with two sides of her inner self. The psychiatrists whom were assigned to her after the fall of treize's empire said that she seemed to have suffered from the pressure of trying to be what Treize needed her to become, instead of what she wanted to be. She had since then comes to terms with her split personalities and unified those acpects into the efficent, hard working and diligent leader of the E.S.U.N.'s primary defense agency.
With such responsiblity riding on her decisions, such mishaps were never greeted with anything less than the strictest of diciplinary practices. Une walked to the window and put her hands behind her back, taking a deep breath to slowly try and calm her nerves. As was the case with so many of the origional Eve Wars heroes, Relena had become more than a political leader or a symbol. Une spared a small smile at the irony of it all. Once she had been sent to end the young politician's life. She had murdered Relena's adopted father and attacked the girl's school in an attempt to take her life. Yet, after all of that, when offered a chance to avenge all the wrong doings that she had commited against Relena, the young woman had simply shaken her head and handed back the gun, sparing her life and giving much needed forgiveness. That young woman had warmed her way into her heart, helping to give her a deaper meaning to life. Now, as the head of such a great organization, she was determined to see that that young woman, the Vice Foreign Minister and now her close friend, would continue to live and change the world.
The sound of the door opening broke her from her thoughts. She did not need to turn to know who stood behind her. She had called all that had been present during the incident into her office, including Relena herself. Slowly turning around, she found Duo and Relena standing opposite of the two gaurds in question: Leutenants Gary Conroy and Callie Dartman. Gary stood at least a foot taller than his partner at a good 6'4", with a muscualr build and a few scars on his battle-hardened face. Callie seemed to be considerably younger, about 22 by the look of her, lean and small, but no doubt as dangerous a match as her partener...or so Une thought, until the young woman so, ungracefully, tripped over her own two feet and stumbled slowly forward. The young leutenant looked up utterly embarrassed, a deep blush staining her cheeks as she stepped back and stood at attention.
Une cleared her throat and stepped forward, her mere posture displaying her mood and authority. She watched the two leutenants carefully, taking in their reactions to her scrutinity. Gary seemed to be unfazed, standing with perfect form, eyes strait ahead, awaiting judgement. Callie, however, did not look so certain. the girl was sweating and, upon closer inspection, seemed to be slightly figetting. Une shook her head.
"Perfection." She said, walking back and forth between them. "This oragniztaion demands one thing from all of it's soldier, no matter their rank, assignment, or station. Perfection."
As she said this, Leutenant Dartman seemed to try to stand up straighter, but for some reason, doing so just made her look even more out of place in her uniform. Une made a mental note to quiz the youth later.
"You have five minutes each to state your reasons for your actions the other night. After that, if I feel the need, I will discuss futhter details with Ms. Peacecraft and General Maxwell. Together, the three of us will determine your fates." The two made no further move, so she proceded with the mock-trial.
"Leutenant Conroy, you may state your case first. Relay to me what exactly happened last night."
Conroy stepped forward, his eyes as serious as ever. To the regular person, he might have come accross as synical, or even the type of man you would find in a spy movie as the bad-guy's henchman. He gave her a curt salute.
"Ma'am. At 2200 hours we were to leave for our part in the shift to protect the Vice Forign Minister. However, ma'am, we had a little distraction. My partner seemed to find it necessary to take her sweet time in finishing the proper preperations for the task at hand, at which time, I had been tempted to leave without her. However, chapter 43, paragraph 5, section C of the handbook clearly states that we are not to leave our partner behind for any reason unless to recover them would compromise the crucial objective. I followed the code and therefore neglected my instincts. When we finally left, we found the Mansion in a similar state as what the general previous reported. It was shortly after that we found the assailents about to attack the Vice Forign Minister where she slept. We attacked, we took them down, and that is when General Maxwell arrived. Do to our failure, we barely avoided a disaster. As a result, Ma'am, I will take whatever punishment you feel fits our failure." With another curt salute, he backs up and stands at attention once more.
Une shook her head and stared the female leutenant. "Is what he says true? Was your tardy arrival do to you're failure to comply with the schedule?" Une watched as the young woman slightly shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
"Ma'am, yes Ma'am. It will not happen again, Ma'am!" Une eyed the woman, unsure of how, exactly to procede.
"I see." Une turned her back to them, her eyes meeting Relena's, and the Duo's, searching for the nerve to judge them. Relena's blue eyes held, as always, nothing but compassion, where Duo's seemed to be conveying the need for some sort of retibution. Une sighed. "I have decided, that since this is your first offense, and since you did manage to get there in time to rectify your mistake, I will let you off with a warning. However, you are now The Vice Foreign Minister's personal gaurds. You are to be with her around the clock, wherever she goes until further notice. Dismissed!"
The two scolded soldiers salute and turn to leave, but not before Leautenant Dartman approaches Relena slowly. "Excuse me, Miss Relena, but I personally appologize for what occurred. I hope in time I can make it up to you and prove that I am truly worthy of the honor of protecting you." Une watched as Relena smiled her forgiveness, nodding to the young soldier. As Dartman reached the door, she could hear the sound of Conroy still berating his partner. She sudenly felt a chill. Something still didn't quite fit.
"Maxwell, do me a favor and have Preventer Justice and Preventer Mask join you on looking over the mansion for anything that might have been missed. I want a thorough search of the entire grounds."
"Sure thing Boss Lady. Just leave it to me!" He flashed them one of his cheesy smiles, obviously still shaken up from the night before. As he left, Relena, too made her way to the door.
"Perhaps you were a bit too rough on them Anne. After all, they are new, and they did save us." Une only offered Relena a small smile.
"I understand what you're thinking Relena, but if they had been at their posts at the appointed time, i have a feeling you would not have needed saving." Une walked over to her desk and sat down, leaning forward onto her desk arms up, hand clasped, eyes downcast.
"Perhaps." As that one word reached her ears, she looked up to see that her friend had made that her parting comment, leaving silently, giving Une pause to think.
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[A.N.] I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's past three in the morning right now and I appologize for any typos i have missed. I have a busy week a head of me, but i hope to have chapter three posted soon! Thankyou so much for reading. Keep the review comming please! I enjoying reading your oppinions!
Shout Outs!!! Thanks a million to Wingzerosnuggles! you've been a big help in working through my writer's block. And thankyou stormwind16 for your great reviews!!
DISCLAIMER!!!!: I do not own Gundam Wing! If I did, it would have had a more satisfactory ending AND been more clear on a few other confusing subjects. That being said, don't sue me,'cause I got nothin' worth taking!
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Commander Une paced her office impatiently, arms crossed, fingers drumming against her bicep. The report of last night's short-commings had left her more than a little disturbed. Being in charge of everything that happens regarding Preventers, she had always strived for the most efficient and reliable source of protection for both the leaders and the citizens of the Earth-Sphere Unified Nations. Although having been formed only ten years ago, the organization had grown quickly as men and women from the armies of wars past decided to continue doing that which they had been trained for. In the short period of time since the Barton Foundation incident, the numbers of preventers had increased over eighty-five percent.
She reached up and began to rub her temples. The close call of the previous night with the breech of the Vice Foreign Minister's security had been too close. If General Maxwell had not returned to check on the night shift when he did, who knows what would have happened; and yet, not all the credit could go to him. She walked over to her desk and picked up the folder holding his detailed reort of what happened.
Evidently, Maxwell had arrived to find the house silent as the grave. None of the alarms or traps had been triggered. Two of the four security guards that had been assigned were dead at their posts, and the other two had a late arrival to account for their survival. The two gaurds she had assigned had only recently proved themselves to be the caliber of soldier to protect Relena from harm. If those gaurds had not been as late as they were, one could only guess what would have happened to the Vice Foreign Minister and her young daughter. Une slammed the folder down on the desk, irritation marring her normally impassive face.
Lady Une, as she'd once been known, had been given this job out of respect for being the military genious that once served as Treize Kushrenada's second in command. Once being a ruthelss, quite literally two-faced soldier, Une had battled with two sides of her inner self. The psychiatrists whom were assigned to her after the fall of treize's empire said that she seemed to have suffered from the pressure of trying to be what Treize needed her to become, instead of what she wanted to be. She had since then comes to terms with her split personalities and unified those acpects into the efficent, hard working and diligent leader of the E.S.U.N.'s primary defense agency.
With such responsiblity riding on her decisions, such mishaps were never greeted with anything less than the strictest of diciplinary practices. Une walked to the window and put her hands behind her back, taking a deep breath to slowly try and calm her nerves. As was the case with so many of the origional Eve Wars heroes, Relena had become more than a political leader or a symbol. Une spared a small smile at the irony of it all. Once she had been sent to end the young politician's life. She had murdered Relena's adopted father and attacked the girl's school in an attempt to take her life. Yet, after all of that, when offered a chance to avenge all the wrong doings that she had commited against Relena, the young woman had simply shaken her head and handed back the gun, sparing her life and giving much needed forgiveness. That young woman had warmed her way into her heart, helping to give her a deaper meaning to life. Now, as the head of such a great organization, she was determined to see that that young woman, the Vice Foreign Minister and now her close friend, would continue to live and change the world.
The sound of the door opening broke her from her thoughts. She did not need to turn to know who stood behind her. She had called all that had been present during the incident into her office, including Relena herself. Slowly turning around, she found Duo and Relena standing opposite of the two gaurds in question: Leutenants Gary Conroy and Callie Dartman. Gary stood at least a foot taller than his partner at a good 6'4", with a muscualr build and a few scars on his battle-hardened face. Callie seemed to be considerably younger, about 22 by the look of her, lean and small, but no doubt as dangerous a match as her partener...or so Une thought, until the young woman so, ungracefully, tripped over her own two feet and stumbled slowly forward. The young leutenant looked up utterly embarrassed, a deep blush staining her cheeks as she stepped back and stood at attention.
Une cleared her throat and stepped forward, her mere posture displaying her mood and authority. She watched the two leutenants carefully, taking in their reactions to her scrutinity. Gary seemed to be unfazed, standing with perfect form, eyes strait ahead, awaiting judgement. Callie, however, did not look so certain. the girl was sweating and, upon closer inspection, seemed to be slightly figetting. Une shook her head.
"Perfection." She said, walking back and forth between them. "This oragniztaion demands one thing from all of it's soldier, no matter their rank, assignment, or station. Perfection."
As she said this, Leutenant Dartman seemed to try to stand up straighter, but for some reason, doing so just made her look even more out of place in her uniform. Une made a mental note to quiz the youth later.
"You have five minutes each to state your reasons for your actions the other night. After that, if I feel the need, I will discuss futhter details with Ms. Peacecraft and General Maxwell. Together, the three of us will determine your fates." The two made no further move, so she proceded with the mock-trial.
"Leutenant Conroy, you may state your case first. Relay to me what exactly happened last night."
Conroy stepped forward, his eyes as serious as ever. To the regular person, he might have come accross as synical, or even the type of man you would find in a spy movie as the bad-guy's henchman. He gave her a curt salute.
"Ma'am. At 2200 hours we were to leave for our part in the shift to protect the Vice Forign Minister. However, ma'am, we had a little distraction. My partner seemed to find it necessary to take her sweet time in finishing the proper preperations for the task at hand, at which time, I had been tempted to leave without her. However, chapter 43, paragraph 5, section C of the handbook clearly states that we are not to leave our partner behind for any reason unless to recover them would compromise the crucial objective. I followed the code and therefore neglected my instincts. When we finally left, we found the Mansion in a similar state as what the general previous reported. It was shortly after that we found the assailents about to attack the Vice Forign Minister where she slept. We attacked, we took them down, and that is when General Maxwell arrived. Do to our failure, we barely avoided a disaster. As a result, Ma'am, I will take whatever punishment you feel fits our failure." With another curt salute, he backs up and stands at attention once more.
Une shook her head and stared the female leutenant. "Is what he says true? Was your tardy arrival do to you're failure to comply with the schedule?" Une watched as the young woman slightly shifted her weight nervously from one foot to the other.
"Ma'am, yes Ma'am. It will not happen again, Ma'am!" Une eyed the woman, unsure of how, exactly to procede.
"I see." Une turned her back to them, her eyes meeting Relena's, and the Duo's, searching for the nerve to judge them. Relena's blue eyes held, as always, nothing but compassion, where Duo's seemed to be conveying the need for some sort of retibution. Une sighed. "I have decided, that since this is your first offense, and since you did manage to get there in time to rectify your mistake, I will let you off with a warning. However, you are now The Vice Foreign Minister's personal gaurds. You are to be with her around the clock, wherever she goes until further notice. Dismissed!"
The two scolded soldiers salute and turn to leave, but not before Leautenant Dartman approaches Relena slowly. "Excuse me, Miss Relena, but I personally appologize for what occurred. I hope in time I can make it up to you and prove that I am truly worthy of the honor of protecting you." Une watched as Relena smiled her forgiveness, nodding to the young soldier. As Dartman reached the door, she could hear the sound of Conroy still berating his partner. She sudenly felt a chill. Something still didn't quite fit.
"Maxwell, do me a favor and have Preventer Justice and Preventer Mask join you on looking over the mansion for anything that might have been missed. I want a thorough search of the entire grounds."
"Sure thing Boss Lady. Just leave it to me!" He flashed them one of his cheesy smiles, obviously still shaken up from the night before. As he left, Relena, too made her way to the door.
"Perhaps you were a bit too rough on them Anne. After all, they are new, and they did save us." Une only offered Relena a small smile.
"I understand what you're thinking Relena, but if they had been at their posts at the appointed time, i have a feeling you would not have needed saving." Une walked over to her desk and sat down, leaning forward onto her desk arms up, hand clasped, eyes downcast.
"Perhaps." As that one word reached her ears, she looked up to see that her friend had made that her parting comment, leaving silently, giving Une pause to think.
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[A.N.] I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's past three in the morning right now and I appologize for any typos i have missed. I have a busy week a head of me, but i hope to have chapter three posted soon! Thankyou so much for reading. Keep the review comming please! I enjoying reading your oppinions!
I can't wait till Heero finds out he's a "daddy" lol 