Untitled: Chapter Five
Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2004 6:31 pm
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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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
). I had to go visit a college (which I really don't want to go to ). 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. 
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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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
). I had to go visit a college (which I really don't want to go to ). 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.