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"Sea of Stars"

A Gundam Wing Story
by Trekkiexb5


Category: Drama, Romance
Couples: 1xR, 2xH--the normal match-ups
Rating: R for language. Heero has a potty mouth and so does Zechs. It's a bit lime-y in parts, too.
Caution: part of this story is about rape, though it is really never described in detail.
Posting: I'm posting at fanfiction.net and at blissfulignorance.com, but anyone can post it, as long as my name stays attached. AND you write me and tell me how bad (or good) it was.

Summary: Relena told him to get a life, so he did, of sorts. Now, it?s her turn. But the past often shows it's ugly head at the worst of times. Are they ready to handle a past when they are just getting grips with the Present?

Gundam Wing isn't mine. If it was, you would be watching this, not reading it.

Author's notes: (A young woman in a kimono walks up to the mic. She pulls a piece of paper out of the obi.) Ahem! There has been a complaint about the abuse of male characters. So here is the disclaimer: No male character, anime or otherwise, were permentally injured during the Author's Notes. (She bows to the Readers) thank you!

SANOSAKE:(peering over her shoulder) Huh? That doesn?t say anything about torture! Wait, that isn?t fair!!
YAHIKO: Yeah!! They're outta be a rule!! We get beat up all the time, especially from the ugly girls!! We wouldn?t complain if they were pretty.
KAROU: (Karou steams and pulls out a shinai) Would you like to say that again, brat?
KENSHIN: Now, Now, Miss Karou. You know that they didn?t mean it. Miss Karou is very kind, that she is!
SANOSAKE: Yeah, the little Missy is too nice for that. She usually Kills us with her love, and her cooking!
KENSHIN: Please, let's not fight, everyone!
KAROU: A-RIGHT DIE!! (She runs after the two fleeing boys, accidentally smacking Kenshin in the back of the head with her shinai. KENSHIN falls on his face, complete with swirly eyes and 'oro' sounds.)
The Curtin falls.

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This chapter is dedicated to Darkwing-Eli and "Xian."

NOW, ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!

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***Nope, nada, not a thing. Sorry!

"Sea of Stars"
Chapter 8
Tear down the Wall

We avoided each other the rest of the time we were at South Pacific. I told work that I was leaving earlier than expected. They weren't happy. Neither was I. I told our friends and the reason why. They weren't happy either. Strangely, they told their respective places of work that they were leaving. Except for Dave. He had to be dramatic. He threw a spectacular fit, and aid he couldn?t work with the lazy, backstabbing louts and stormed out of the restaurant. That's Dave. There are good odds he wont be rehired there.

They wanted to go with me, Why, I asked. They said they wanted to, get this, support me in my 'hour of need.' hn. Well, It?s their choice. What was lacking that I would be in need? Don?t answer that.

I still didn?t understand fully what had happened. I know basically told her that my life was none of her business. I suppose I could have said better. Ok, I shouldn?t said it at all. But she hit me. I forgave her. I guess physical violence and turning your back on someone emotionally are different. Then a thought appeared:

I didn?t REALLY tell her that I forgave her. I just assumed...like the all the times...like three years ago...

I was still in this quandary of what to do. I n battle, all I had to do was fight. Even when I wasn?t sure which side I was on. Point, shoot, next target. It was instinctive. These emotions, they are all learned behavior for me. It was it was erased off my heart when I was younger. So here I was, in a place where the tension was so thick of unsaid words and deeds not done, that I wasn?t even sure what to do. But, I did know one thing, and I'm not sure even why, I didn?t want her to leave. Because It would be painful far different than a wound. Because it would swallow me whole.

Because, more than anything, it would be forever.

What did I miss? I must have missed something, she alluded to that. The 'thing?' I don?t understand this. It's way beyond my limited experience. So how can I fix this? What can I do? So what did I do? I bought a ticket from Sydney to the Sanq Kingdom. One way.

I have never felt so dead, so useless. If I was in Wing Zero, I would self-detonate. That may still be an option.

I told her about the ticket. She looked so sad. I wanted to fix it, but I was the cause. I wanted to do something, anything, but I was afraid of doing the wrong thing. She frightens me, more than death. I don?t know why. I am frightened of a future without her.

She nodded and walked to her cabin. And I...I just...stood there. Frozen, dying. Fuck! How can she do this to me? Doesn?t she understand? No. I never told her. I never learned how to tell her. What is wrong with me? Why cant I be human, to be normal?

Somebody please tell me what to do.

The voice in my head was silent.

We set sail soon after. I had informed Howard of the schedule change. I would drop her off in Sydney then head back to Easter Island, which is four days away sue South, instead of two weeks west like Sydney was.

It would be a long two weeks, the two of us on the ship, not speaking. I felt tired thinking of it.

For two days we headed southwest darting between the huge gap of ocean between Easter Island and the Western Archipelagos. Then we would head west- a beeline to Australia. The 'North Star' a small, lighter ship was several miles in the lead. 'Southern Cross' was an older and clunker ship fell miles behind us. This is the same routine we all have followed before. I didn?t have to think about it, which was good, because I didn?t want to think right now.

So we sailed, making minor alterations to the sails so we wouldn?t lose the 'Southern Cross' off the horizon. Actually Relena did. She was really getting good at it, as I watched her trim the main sail and expertly lash the lines. She would occasionally ask for wind speed and direction, and the like. I felt stupid. I felt proud. I taught her to sail, but for the one time, I have never really complinmented her. A voice floated up from the depths of my depressed mind; girls like to be complemented, idiot. Well, I did tell her she had great right ho...

"Heero,? her voice crackled over the earpiece we were both wearing.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Heero...what is that?" She said, sounding a little scared. On deck she was facing aft, behind me.

I turned from the wheel on top of the pilothouse to look at what she was so concerned about.

My eyes widened. I gasped.

Oh my fucking god.

It looked like some forgotten sky deity was pouring a gigantic cauldron of thick black clouds. I couldn?t hear it yet, but I could see the hundreds of hundreds of lightning flashes in the boiling clouds. It was moving a central point in all directions.

It was moving fast.

"What is it, Heero?" She gasped. Like me, her eyes were riveted to the unnatural scene in our aft.

"Weather Satellites."

"You...This is what you went through when you hurt your leg?" Her voice was incredulous.

"Yes."

"Heero?"

"Yeah?"

"We can't out sail it, can we?"

"No."

"Then the 'Southern Cross'..."

I blinked. "Oh shit!" I pushed the holographic button for the all-call. According to the short loop of radar on my screen, the storm was almost on top of them. All I got was static. The lightning was interfering with the line-of-sight transmission.

Think, Heero, Think! "Relena!" She snapped away from the horrible site. I will need her help in order to survive this. "Relena, go down below and secure all the shutters on the windows. And put Zero in his life raft." The raft was essentially a plastic cage mounted to a life raft. It sat on the deck lashed to one side of the main hatch. If any thing happens, he'll have a chance, and he has been great playing the odds with the ocean. Also, and more importantly, he will be out of the way. The humans had a four-man raft opposite of the hatch from his.

She nodded and ducked in the side hatch. A minute later I could hear the electric motors that closed the gundamium shutters on the aft two sets of windows. There was a set for the window in the living area, also. The rest of the openings were either hatches or portals, easily secured.

I picked up two pieces of rope connected to the pilothouse roof. They were on either side of the wheel and had dead man?s nooses at the either end. I slipped them on threw wooden and brass wheel. Crude, but effective way to keep our heading straight. I don?t think the autopilot is going to handle this storm. I hit a few buttons to shut off the holographic controls and lower the projector into the roof. I looked back.

It looked like we would have about fifteen minutes.

I left the sails for last. Already the wind was starting to pick up. We would need every knot of speed to put some distance between the storm and us and delay us from being hit.

I jumped off the pilothouse and ducked inside into the living area. I saw that Relena was hastily putting away everything in the kitchen. Smart, no FOD. She saw me and picked up a raincoat and some gloves and tossed them to me. I mumbled thanks and took the ladder up into the pilothouse.

I called both ships using the satellite comm. Dave wasn't aware but wanted to turn around. I said no. I could barely hear Chris but he warned me of a very large storm surge and high winds. I called South Pacific and Easter Island, the closest places to our location and gave them my GPS coordinates and the details about the storm.

After that, I took the ladderway to the lowest deck. I went to the Power room and started to shut down non-essential systems. I had to keep the power on for the propeller that I turned on and would not have any amps to spare once the storm hit us. I heard Relena clamber down the ladder to shut the aft shutters. I went to the pump room. There I turned the bilge pump to full emergency. Finally I made sure the batteries were fully charged and sealed up. We'll need them later.

I went back to the main deck, shutting and sealing the hatches along the way. Outside, I turned to seal the main hatch and noticed that I could see anything but pitch black behind us.

It was so close.

Relena was trying to tie down the jib sail. She was fighting the now strong wind filling the sails. She was using the hand wench on the deck (the electrical motors would burn out) but wasn?t strong enough. I told her to start tying it off as I lowered the strong triangle of fabric. With some effort, the jib was down.

Next was the main sail. This one eight times as big and made with a special rip-stop synthetic that mad it lighter, more durable, and able to catch twenty-five times more volume of air than the average nylon sail. Which was making it a pain in the ass to lower.

First, we had to catch the boom and secured it pointing sternward. With the motors shut off, the only thing that was controlling the boom was the wind. It took some doing but we latched it in the lock on top of the main deck roof. After that, we both winched the sail down, and started to process to lash the sail to the boom. We were in such a hurry, we didn?t do it properly.

Halfway through the lashing process, the storm hit. The storm surge was so powerful that it lifted the stern at least ten feet in the air and plowed the "Sea of Stars" bow into the waves.

We managed to remain standing for that, it was the bow then lifting about sixty degrees straight up that threw us. I tucked myself into a roll and was relaxed enough that when I smashed into Zero's life raft, all I received was a few bruises. Relena didn?t know how to do that. She fell, sliding across the deck and probably hitting every patch of non-skid. It started to pour sheets of rain.

When the boat pitched forward again, the sky was completely black. Well, except for the lightning, strange lightning the formed unnatural arcs and colors in the sky and exploding on the water. There flares and St. Elmo's Fire. Everywhere. The sound was cacophonic with all the static electricity in the air.

The waves at least twelve feet and the wind maybe one hundred miles an hour. Category force four weather. Fuck!!

While we were trying to keep our balance and head back to the sail work, a sudden, powerful gust of wind caught the half lashed sail. With a whoosh, the sail came completely unfurled and moving itself up the masts with such a force that it snapped the bolts that held the steel winches to the deck.

Shit. We were in deep trouble.

Shit! Shit! Fuck! The ship angled sharply and smacked another wave that had us falling on our asses. One of needed to steer the ship in though the waves. Gundamium or not this typhoon force ocean could destroy the hull if we continued to go up and down on the waves. However, it will take both of us to bring the sail. I made a decision. The sail was more important. Otherwise, I would have little control over the "Sea of Stars."

A lightning flash warned us of the next wave crest. I leaned into it when we hit, water flowing over the bow. I grabbed Relena when she fell again and slid past me. Together, we made it to the main mast.

I screamed into her ear my instructions. She nodded and took a hold of the line and pulled it down. With both of us pulling, we managed to lower the sail enough to start tying it down. With Relena using her entire weight on the line, I went to the other end and restarted the process. I glanced at her between lightning flashes and saw her stand almost horizontal against the mast, he face scrunched up for the effort. But she was moving the sail downward and the line didn?t slip on her gloved hands. For a moment I thought I should trade places, but a was much faster than her at this.

Rain pelted us, each drop feeling like shrapnel on the skin. The hemp rope I was using to tie the sail down was slippery, sliding between my ungloved fingers, and the sturdy knot I was tying, intricate.

Again, we got halfway through when something happened. It felt like we fell off a five-story building. I can only guess the wave crest the ship was on suddenly dropped, leaving the ship in midair. We experienced about two seconds of zero gees. Despite my knowledge of jumping off buildings, this wasn?t the same. I flew up and over the boom. Relena, not releasing the line was lifted up then smashed against the mast when gravity returned. Relena fell to the deck.

Through strobe-like effect of the lightning that nearly blinded me, I could see her on the deck...unmoving.

oh...god...

I moved to go to her, when I noticed that something had my right arm. The rope I was using to lash the sail had somehow entangled around my arm. Before I even think of releasing myself, I heard a loud crack. Looking in the direction of the noise, I could barely make out the end of the boom through all the darkness and light. My eyes widened. It broke free, sending the boom swinging starboard and allowing what?s left of the unlashed sail to grab the gale force winds.

I slid under the boom, being dragged by it. The ship in turn shifted starboard. Then it suddenly port, the sail snapping in the wind direction change. The deck tilted, allowing Relena's motionless body to slide in the opposite direction of me.

She was about to go overboard...

The only way I can describe what happened next is something...something broke loose inside of me. Inside my soul, my...my mind. My...heart? Doors in me, doors I did not even know existed shook off years of unuse, dust and decay to expose themselves to me. Many flew open. Time slowed down to a crawl. I could see every milisecond.

And all I knew was I would die if she did.

I unleashed all my anger and fury. Screaming into the rain, I dragged the boom and myself. I could feel the rope tearing into the raincoat and biting into my raw skin but I ignored it. It was nothing compared to the pain if... Halfway, the sail shifted sides and propelled me to the portside, landing near Relena.

I grabbed her with my left arm, holding her secure to me.

Please don?t be dead please don?t be dead please don?t be dead. I chanted the mantra in my head. She opened her eyes and shook her head. She?s alive. There was a cut above her left eyebrow. A stray thought told now we had matching cuts. She's alive. Her legs were raw from sliding on the non-skid. She's alive. She grabbed my waist and looked at me.

I don?t know what she saw in my eyes, my expression, but I didn?t time to ask as time sped up again. The sail billowed back the other direction, causing the boom to swing starboard.

We slid across the deck, Relena slipped out of my arms. Panicked, I grabbed her wet slippery-gloved hand and we both looked at the direction we were going.

We were heading overboard.

Frantically she held my hand with both of hers. We completed the arc, flying past the ship's railing.

With a sudden stab of pain that almost made me black out, my rope entangled right shoulder pooped out of socket. Both Relena and I were stopped from going overboard into the chaotic seas by that rope, that shoulder.

The railing was at my knees. Gritting myself against the pain and nausea, I stepped upon it and used it as a brace to pull Relena one-handed from over the edge. She clambered on the tilted deck, he feet now next to mine on the railing. She wrapped her arms around my neck and...

There are moments where time just stops. Where vision focuses on one thing, one thought, one mission. Where you know what you can do and how to do it, even though you don?t know why.

I have experienced the phenomenon many times. The battle after the dance. Relena and I's goodbyes on Libra. Libra's plunge into the atmosphere. The rose garden. Another goodbye that ended in a kiss...

This was one of those moments. She looked at me and I looked at her. I couldn?t feel the pain, the wind, the rain. She saw something in my face that turned her pretty blue eyes...molten. I really need to know what she saw, for I wanted her to look at me like that, forever. I drowned myself in those eyes...so mesmerizing, like I was under a spell. She closed them but before I could protest, She leaned forward and we kissed for the second time.

I was shocked a first but I closed my eyes and shut the world around me off. We weren?t on the verge being destroyed by this storm. We weren?t covered in blood or in pain.

The first kiss had NOTHING on this one.

I remembered her soft lips, but this time I forced my tongue between them this time. She opened up and I plunged in. I wanted...no, needed to taste her. Honey and wine and salt and fresh air and something...something that was indefinable. Something uniquely her.

My favorite flavors from now on...

BA-BOOM!!!!!!!

Lightning struck the water nearby, returning the space-time coniums back to normal and dropping reality back on us. We looked at each other and nodded. We will finish this later.

There Damn well better be a later, or there will be deities who will pay.

The deck that we had been lying on was shifting again. Relena looked at my situation. She quickly pulled a knife that she had the foresight to grab and started to cut into the rope. It came apart just as the boom swung again.

Sliding to the port on the deck, again. But instead of following the boom's path, we went straight. We caught the mast halfway across. Relena stood up and went towards the main hatch where a small box filled coiled rope and line stood secured.

Relena has a knack for sailing, I mused, before I stood up my self. I braced myself halfway between the hatch and the mast. My toes caught the eyepads on the deck and caught the non-skid. Relena was busy tying the rope to another eyepad her gloved hands clumsily tying the knots quickly. She looked at me. I nodded. I hope this works...

The boom swung again. The deck shifted. This time, we were prepared for it. The boom slammed into meat face height, but I had forced my right arm up and I caught it in a bear hug before it hit me. I saw Relena throw the rope over the boom and tied it around the boom and leaned on the bitter end with her full weight.

The pressure on me eased.

We had done it. I lowered my right arm, spots appearing in my vision. I shook my head. Gotta stay conscience. Relena finished securing the damned boom to several eyepads and then moved forward with more line ready tie off the rest of the sail. I passed her, yelling "good job" and "I'm going to the wheel." I wasn?t going to pull a stunt with my right arm again. I would be useless on the deck. She nodded.

Somehow I climbed atop the pilothouse and unleashed the wheel. It started to spin but I stopped it. We were in the wave's trough and I was determined to keep us there. As more and more of the sail was brought down, the easier it was to steer. I wasn?t fighting the water and the wind at the same time.

As Relena tied the last piece of sail, she turned to me.

In the Lull of noise, I heard, "Oh My GOD!!!" on the earpiece. Still working. I turned and saw the biggest ball lightning I have ever witnessed heading towards me. Like the sun, I couldn?t even look at it directly. My skin prickled and my hair stood on end. Seconds later, the St. Elmo's Fire zagged and smashed into the mast with an blinding flash and deafen sound.

KA-BA-BOOM!!!!!!!

I was thrown back. Luckily I didn?t fall off the pilothouse. I blinked. There were spots in my vision and my ears were ringing. I crawled to the spinning wheel, pulling myself up into the seat. My vision cleared and...

Where?s the mast?

Where's RELENA?

I screamed her name into the storm. She must have somehow heard me for through the ringing I heard her voice.

"I'm ok. I'm ok."

"Where are you?" I roared, still upset.

"Next to the rafts, out of your sight."

She was smart; she didn?t just STAND there, but went for cover. Not like the old days during the war... As for the Perfect Soldier; he was losing IQ points with age. I just stood there...

The boat listed, creaking loudly. It was listing against the wave. What the...

At the next lightning flash, I saw that the mast was gone from about ten feet up ant the lines were dangling over the side. Taunt lines.

Over the side...Shit! What was left of the top part of the mast was still attached to the ship. The unbalanced weight making us list badly.

"I've got it." I heard Relena's voice on the earpiece.

"NO!!!" I screamed as I watched helplessly as she skittered across the deck, lightning reflecting on the blade of the survival knife she wielded. With no seemingly effort, she sliced through the taunt lines and released the mast.

The ship righted herself with a lurch, causing me to lose control of the wheel. I instinctively grabbed it, settling the ship back on her course. Relena fell on her ass, the knife sliding overboard. She crawled back to the main hatch and hopefully wedged herself next to Zero's raft.

Time passed, and I can?t tell how long. The storm ended as fast it hit. One minute it was pouring sheets and lightning, the next, blue skies. The wind and the waves were still fierce but not like it were before. As for the storm, it stretched in all four corners of the horizon, black as midnight, but racing away from us.

I looked down at her on the main deck. Relena stood, blinking. She was bleeding, her bare legs rubbed raw. She was filthy and drenched. Her hair was a tangled mess. Her face was bruised.

She was the most beautiful thing under the heavens. I don?t know why I thought that along with the sudden poetic descriptions of her, but I really, REALLY wanted to find out.

Also, did weather another 'storm' pardon the pun?

She stopped staring at her retreating storm and looked at me.

I wanted to know that everything was all right. I needed to know. I wanted her.

In anyway...no EVERYWAY possible.

I wanted to taste her again. I was addicted.

I wanted to be like that forever.

But I still hadn?t a clue why, but I now know where the door was located, and I was bound and determined to pick the lock.


END OF CHAPTER

No, the ride isn?t EVEN close to the end.
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Glossary-
ALL CALL-- an intercom that can be heard on every speaker on a ship. It overrides all other communication. For Heero and Relena, it is an intercom that can override the frequency they were communicating with the two other ships.

LINE OF SIGHT--Meaning that it only reaches the horizon. Like FM radio, the signal can only be heard anywhere you can see from the top of tower. It's a much stronger, clearer and more private signal than most satellite signals and still is used in sailing today.

KNOT--Nautical mile per hour, which is a little slower than on land. Water creates drag.

FOD-- Foreign Object Damage. An aviation term now used in the U.S. Navy due to the Aircraft carriers (YEAH PLANES ROCK!!). It means picking up stuff (no matter how little) and throwing it away or putting it away so you won't damage the engines of the airplanes. Essesially cleaning you and putting away everything so no one gets hurt tripping or falling in those objects.

RIP-STOP--A fabric (usually nylon) that when ripped or punctured, will either not tear any further or head for the nearest seam, thus keeping the cloth's integrity. For example, Parachutes are rip-stop nylon.

LASH--to tie down usually with rope or line.

NON-SKID--paint or adhesive paper that has the consistency of 40 grit sandpaper. It's so you won't slip on wet decks. The flight deck of a carrier is completely covered in it. It's on the top aircraft wings for maintenance personnel. It HURTS if you fall on it and will take a chunk of skin with it. Poor Relena!

CREST and TROUGH--the top and bottom of a wave, respectively.
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R&R pleez!!!!

[blackrose]

Very suspenseful. I've only read the first two chapters and this one. Guess I should go read the middle part, huh? *lol*

I'm envious of your sailing knowledge. You've said you're in the military, are you in the Navy, by chance? If not, did you do research? Could you recommend any books on the topic?

Oh and yay! Kissing! Finally! *whaps Yuy* It's about damned time.

Thanks so much for posting here. ^___^

[athena]

*glomps*

YAY! He's finally figured it out, the daft boy. You've made getting through math class MUCH easier.

So suspenseful!! Things never get easier for the poor guy.

Don't take your time getting the next one up, will you? *winks*

Thanks again!

[Melville's Best Friend]

There Damn well better be a later, or there will be deities who will pay.

*cackles*

That made me laugh for a long time. It was quite the funny matter. ^__^

TELL THE AUTHOR HOW MUCH YOU LOVE HER FOR POSTING EARLY!!!

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I LOVE YOU FOR POSTING EARLY!!!!


So here's what went down. Instead of studying, I looked in on your fic. Bad, Mellie. Bad. BUT! I love it. I absolutely do. It's funny and suspenseful and breathtaking. It's romantic and infuriating and...wonderful in every way.

Chibi-Duo is making me laugh. (Ok, MINI Duo, but I picture him as a chibi Duo )

Lessee... The dog is the cutest lil'...YOU SHOULD HAVE A CHAPTER JUST ABOUT THE DOG!!!! ^___^ Oh my GAH that'd be FANTABULOUS!!!! *I picked up on the part where he cursed the dog, but had a life jacket for it. Oh yeah. You know he loves that pukkin' dog.*

The feelings in this are overwhelming. You easily make the reader there. I was there in the storm. O_O I'm wet, you HO! *cough*

Anywho...I'm in love with it. Please update soon, and I'll...give you a kiss from Bob (my puppy WHO WILL BE A YEAR OLD THE 29 OF OCTOBER!!!! ^___^ 2 days b4 my birfday. Oh, I feew so owd...)


Love it SO much! Thank you for blessing BI with it!!!!

And to complete the review:

*GLOMP*
^__^

[zipdos]

WOW....simple but accurate....WOW!!!! I logged on to BI this morning and read the whoooooole story. It's simply amazing and making me jealous of Relena on a boat with the one and only Heero of the seven seas manly man Heero (sigh) sorry about that. The suspense, action and romance is so well written it's like your there!!!! Can't wait to read the next one. Thanks a lot for posting early!!!!! WOW again!!

[stefy]

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I've just posted my review for this chapter under your first posts
sorry

[Darkwing]

Uack!!! What do I see here? A whole chapter for me?!?!?!? And what a chapter!!!!!!!!!
Oh, God! For Neptune's sake!!!!!! *Falls dramatically from the chair*.
*SBONK*
Ouch! This hurts! *Rubs her head*. I thought that now that this chapter is mine I could rely on a brave, sailor Heero ready to challenge everything to save me! But...Where is he? *Opens Sea of stars' hatch* Heero-chan? Are you there?

Heero: *Emerges glaring*. I've better thigs to do than...
Relena: *Calls from Heero's cabin*. Heeeerooooo? Who's over there? Didn't you tell me you're going to teach me a new manoeuvre?
Darkwing: *Hands on her hips*. Which kind of manoeuvre is she talking about? Why is she in your cabin?
Heero: Hm.
Darkwing: Oh...No way you can escape me! I want to know what did you mean when you said: "We will finish this later".
Heero: *Mumbling*. Now I know why she's called "Duo's twin sister". I'll have to apologize him for every time I told he was a bother...
Darkwing: *Frowns*. Wat did you say?
Heero: Uhm. Nothing. Just that you have to ask trekkie for the next parts. I'm not the one writing this story.
Darkwing: Uhm...For once you're right. So I'll spare you your daily kick. After all, you didn't act like a fool this time.

Oooookay, trekkie. We love you, but you should know that, now that you spoiled us with an early post, we are waiting for another post in the near future...
So...Keep up this good work and...beware Rose's Noodle of Death.

May the Force be with you!

[elyra-chan]

I LOVE YOU SSSSSOOOOO MUCH FOR POSTING EARLY!!!! I absolutely loved this chapter. Please hurry with the next one. I will die if you don't. Please? Anyway, great job on this, keep it up!

[WingGirl]

Yay! Kissing... I like kissing (though there are a few out there that think different) More than kissing is always welcome ^__^ Good Story, great chapter. Can't wait for more.

[AngelOfDeath]

Happy happy Angel.

Wonderful interesting touching and humorous! I need more and better words with which to praise you, but these will have to do for now.

^_^

::glomps:: and that's for posting early!