Baby Mine: Chapter 7 (rated PG)

[Ice_Vixen]

Baby of Mine Chapter 7

[AN] no warnings. just enjoy!

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Pain. That's the first thing that registered to her as consciousness began to return. To say her head hurt would be an understatement. In fact, it felt as though someone were pounding a mallet onto her scull. She felt the back of her head, but found no open wound, but a huge whelt did mar the suface of her scull. She tried to sit up but her balance wavered and she moved quickly to keep herself from falling resulting in yet another dizzy spell. Her vision was blurry, most likely a direct result from the blow to her head. She groaned in pain.

"Why coudn't they use chloroform?"

The attack had been so sudden. The entire event came flooding back to her with technicolor detail with the worst parts playing in slow motion. She remembered the panic she felt as they charged through the door, panic induced sheerly by her motherly instincts. She thanked god above for having enough time to ensure her daughter's safety.

As her vision began to clear, she decided to examine her new environment. A look at her surroundings provided little information as to her location. The room was simple: cell like in structure with white walls, flourescent lighting and no furniture except for the cot she was currently sitting on. A further inspection showed that there seemed to be no door. She stood up slowly, her legs still wobbly, and walked to the walls, feeling around for any abnormalities where a hidden door could be. Whoever had designed this place clearly didn't want the occupants to feel like escape would be possible in any way.

She continued to look, hoping to find some form of an exit, but nothing could be seen. Sighing in temporary defeat, she went back to her cot and sat down, her mind swirling with thoughts. She wondered if the preventers had found Ammy before her assailants had, or iif anyone was even close to finding discovering her current location. Of course, since she had no idea how long she had been unconscious, trying to guess the likelihood of a rescue seemed next to impossible.

"Heero..." She uttered his name softly, like a prayer. It seemed like every time she was in similar situations she always called for him. It was pathetic really how much she relied on others for protection. A while back she had taken self-defense lessons and even earned a few belts in kungfu and karate to keep her from being completely at her attacker's mercy. She hadn't fought back at her mansion for fear of endangering her daughter.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. Not long ago, he had protected her, let her confide in him, helped her deal with the mundane routines of her life. That one night however, had changed things drastically. She woke up to find him gone. He never even told anyone where he was going or announced that he was leaving. Now, however, it didn't seem to matter. The only thing that mattered now was finding a way out and getting home somehow. Laying back on the cot, she let her mind wander. Would he come now that she was gone? Would he look for her? Part of her hoped he would, the rest of her wasn't so sure. Mentally shaking herself, she let heself begin to think of an escape plan, if only to pass the time, hoping beyond hope to be reunited with her child soon.

"Please...please be safe."

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Heero reached the door, surprisingly relieved to be back at his old apartment. He glanced back at the child who was standing a little closer than he'd like. Being charged with her protection was something he took seriously, very seriously.

"Stay right here until I've made sure that it's safe for you to enter."

The child said nothing, only wrinkled her nose up at him and smiled in what she thought must have been an adorably innocent manner. Heero rolled his eyes as he reached for his keys. He slowly opened the door, his gun at the ready as it inched open. He scanned the room for any unwanted visitors, the dark revealing no obvious problems. Flipping the switch, he gave the newly illuminated room another once over, sneaking in from room to room he fopund it clear of all threats and threrefore safe to procede. He returned to the door and looked down.

"You can come in n-" He stopped. The child was gone. He glanced around, an unfamiliar feeling gripping him like a painful vice. "Amethyst? Amethyst?!" His voice held more panic than he'd meant it to and he berated himself for his loss of control.

"What?" the little voice came from behind him, startling him. She was sitting on his couch, holding the remote to the television in hand. Her little jacket and suitcases were laying on the ground at her feet.

"I told you to stay there"

"I know."

It could have been dangerous. You shouldn't have gone in"

"You went in"

"I'm an adult and your body guard. I had to go in"

"And it's safer for you?" He stifled the urge to kneel down and shake the child. Enemy interogation seemed preferable at the moment to enduring this child's constant defiance. It was times like this he could tell who her mother was. The thought of the blonde Foreign Minister caused a sudden pang in his chest, but he brushed it aside. Now was not the time.

"Yes." He was not about to debate any further with this four year old. The child, however, had turned on the television and was currently flipping through the limitted number of channels in an attempt at finding some youthful programs. Heero rolled his eyes and walked to the restroom where he proceded to splash warm water onto his face. This child had already tested the limits of his patience and it hadn't even been a day yet. She was indeed so like her mother.

He tried to push down the rediculous sense of betrayal that came with the thought of Relena being a mother. Why did it bother him that she'd moved on; that she'd found someone and had a child with him? More importantly, why did it bother him that the child's father was obviously missing in action? He felt the uncontrollable urge to track the man down and make him wish he'd never been born. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Heero couldn't help but notice the change the years had brought upon him. Gone was the youthful face of the fifteen year old pilot. Ten years of post-war life had matured his face into a more sculpted, somewhat scruffier version of his old self. He'd had a lot of time to think about where his life was going.

After the war he had become an unofficial member of Relena's security team. Time flew by and he was slowly drawn out of the shadows by the the unconditional kindness and understanding she'd showed him. She had stopped chasing him after her responsibilities had taken off and he, in turn, began to follow her, quietly keeping her safe. She always knew when he was there and eventually he no longer felt the need to conceal himself. A few years in her company and he'd softened to the point of carying on small, sometimes mutual conversations when time allowed. They had grown to respect one another, not as soldier and princess, but as two survivors of a drawn out war. More importantly, they had begun to understand eachother as two young human beings in need of solace; a solace that she desperately tried to help him find. However, even the strongest of mountains can be weathered away in time.

She had been crying that night. She was so tired. So scared. She hadn't meant for him to see, and had been too distracted to notice that he'd been watching. The only times she'd let herself breakdown was in the silence and stillness of the solitude granted to her by her bedroom. Yet he had found her, held her, dried her tears. He felt his blood race at the brief memory of what that night had led to. It had been an accident. It was never supposed to have happen. The following morning had left him with a million questions, all of them more confusing than the one before. He did the one thing he hated doing most when confronted by an unfamiliar enemy. He ran.

Of course, as he looked back on it, were those feelings really so hostile? In all his years as a soldier he'd felt many things. The day he killed that girl and her dog had been the day he'd known true turmoil for the first time. Now, thinking back on how he reacted, how he knew she must have taken it, he felt that turmoil rise again. added to it once more was the pain he felt at knowing, or rather not knowing what had occurred in her life between now and then. So many times he's tried to return to her only to back down and retreat. He punched the wall, closing his eyes in iritation. He should have been there. He should have gone to her when he'd had the chance...now she was gone. He stared at his reflection, the amount of pain and sadness in his deep blue eyes surprising him. He had to find her. He had to reuinite her with her friends, her family, her daughter...and him.

After splashing his face once more, he toweled off then walked back into the living room. The television was still on, although the room's tiniest occupant was no longer paying it any attention. Heero shook his head and walked over to the sleeping child. Picking her up gently, he walked to her room. She was so tiny compared to him and he couldn't help the feeling that if he held her too tight she'd break. He sotly laid her down on his bed and covered her up, tucking her in ever so gently. As if by instinct, he reached out and gently smoothed her bangs from her face and smiled. She was Relena's daughter; there was no doubt of that, and it was in that moment, that one instant of natural concern that Heero felt something in him change. In that one instant he swore to himself to always protect this child.

Finally finding the strength to walk away, he went to the door and stood there, watching the reassuring gentle rise and fall of the blankets from her sleepy breaths. He smiled.

"Goodnight..." With that, he closed the door and walked to the couch and sat down, his mind swirling with far too many thoughts to get any sleep.

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[AN] Sorry it took so long to get this out. as i've explained in my notation, i've been through a lot lately, but i'm back! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I had fun writing it. I will try to have the next one up soon. keep messaging and commenting so that i know what you want and i will try to please you! that's all for now!

[Ice_Vixen]

I forgot to put my disclaimer so here it is! ****DISCLAIMER!!!!!***** I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING. I AM A POOR WRITER/ACTRESS WANNABE THAT WORKS AT A RETAIL STORE FOR GOODNESS SAKES!!!!

ehem....now that that's out of the way, i hope you enjoyed it! I thankyou all

[stormwind16]

that was so good Vixen! Keep up the good work I want MORE