By: Liewe
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing, wish I did, they belong to Bandai and Sunrise, please don’t sue me…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She stared at the proof of her mistake, her mind ridiculing her for her stupidity. She should have remembered to use protection; unwanted pregnancies were still common in some places. Stupid, stupid, stupid, her mind repeated over and over as the consequences made themselves apparent. She would have to leave, no one could know, she didn’t want him to know. He would feel responsible, he would try to insinuate himself into her life, and then he would be miserable. She could never do that to the man she loved, no she couldn’t do that.
The consequences of a one-night stand can sometimes be forever, her mind whispered as the thought of a life growing inside of her began to become a blessing in disguise. He could never love her, no one could ever love her, but a child, and now she would always have a piece of him. She would always have something they had made together. A baby, their baby…
“Alexandra Rose,” she whispered as the name suddenly came to mind, “Alexandra Rose Winner. Keep dreaming girl. How do I know it’s a girl,” she asked herself as her words echoed through the small apartment.
“Quatre,” she whispered heart brokenly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Midii, are you home,” his voice came through the door as his fists urgently pounded on the door. She had left that night before the sun had risen, and he had to leave for a meeting that morning, he had only just returned.
“Just go away,” she called weakly.
“We need to talk,” he called again, his fists pounding on the door.
“There’s nothing to talk to about,” she said softly as she desperately tried to smarten herself up. Her hands hurriedly moving to hide the evidence of her despair.
“Yes Midii there is. Please talk to me,” he pleaded as he rested his forehead against the cool wood.
“Fine,” she said while opening the door ignorant to the fact that the door was the only thing holding Quatre upright. He fell through the doorway and pinned her to the ground, a loud whoosh of air being expelled from her lungs.
“Are you okay,” he asked while resting his weight on his forearms as he leaned over her, his lips inches from hers as he gazed into her sad dove gray eyes. She nodded an affirmative to him as she struggled to bring air into her lungs.
“Now get off me,” she wheezed as her delicate hands pushed against him, struggling in vain to move him.
“No.”
“Quatre, please get off me,” she tried again as her fists began to beat against his chest, her soft platinum hair fanning out beneath her.
“Please Midii just promise you’ll talk to me then I’ll move,” he said softly into her ear his breath warming her temple.
“I promise,” she softly sobbed as Quatre lifted them from their prone and incriminating position on the floor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She hugged herself as she watched him take a seat on her leather couch, the supple black rawhide contrasting with his bronze skin and pale golden hair. For the millionth time she wondered how she could have been mistaken about the direction of her feelings and now someone else would be heart because of her. She averted her eyes when it became obvious she was staring, a pale flush rising in her porcelain cheeks.
“Midii…”
“What do you want me to say Quatre?”
“I don’t know, I don’t know,” he repeated shaking his head as he watched her shift from foot to foot, as she stood to the side of him. Her pale hair hid her face from him, but she couldn’t hide the turmoil in her heart. He felt terrible for what they had done, the pain their one senseless act of recklessness would bring his dearest friend.
“Quatre just leave, it never happened,” she tried to reason with him as her heart begged for something else.
“It did happen Midii, did it mean nothing to you,” he tossed back at her, his feelings of guilt beginning to overwhelm his heart. When he had woken up that morning and she had been nowhere in site he had thought that it had all been a dream. The lacy lingerie he had found tossed around his room had proved his theory faulty, it hadn’t been a dream, and it had been real. For a single night, he had been in his own private paradise.
“It did mean something to me, but Quatre, it was a one night stand, a mistake… It never should’ve happened! Quatre, I’m dating Trowa, we’re engaged! Isn’t he your best friend?” She questioned as she looked into his eyes, her own beginning to fill with tears once more.
“He is Midii, that’s what makes it worse! He is my best friend, and I betrayed him…”
“Quatre, how did you betray me,” Trowa’s voice broke into the heated discussion a look of puzzlement on his normally reticent face.
“Trowa…” Midii squeaked as her world began to spin and slowly faded to black. Trowa darted to her side catching her before her head hit the hard marble floor.
“Quatre, what is going on?”
“Trowa, I made a terrible mistake,” Quatre began as he looked at Trowa’s hardening jaw line, the muscles becoming taught in his neck.
“Quatre, just please leave,” Trowa said as he lifted Midii into his arms, cradling her head against his chest.
“Trowa, you need to listen to me, please just listen,” Quatre pleaded as he stepped towards Trowa and his unmoving burden. One artistic hand moving out to gently touch Trowa’s arm as he stood before the taller man.
Trowa walked past Quatre as he made his way to Midii’s room to place her reverently on her bed. The deep purple sheets contrasting with the paleness in her cheeks and body, her pallor one of terror and shame.
“Trowa?”
“Why?”
“It was a mistake, we were both drunk… It should have never happened!”
“You’re right it should’ve never happened but it did! You know what makes it worse though. Do you know what makes the pain worse?” Trowa questioned as he stood toe to toe with Quatre his form towering over the smaller Arab.
“No, Trowa I don’t,” he whispered his eyes averted in shame for what he had done.
“It’s the fact that it was you, my best friend, I thought I could trust you with everything, with my life, and my fiancée… Obviously, I was wrong! Quatre, was makes it worst is the fact that you broke my trust,” he said slamming the smaller man against the alabaster wall of Midii’s room.
“Trowa…” Quatre wheezed through his constricting throat as Trowa’s grip tightened and his air supply began to dwindle. His hands moved to try in vain to relieve some of the pressure on his windpipe as dots began to form in his field of vision.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Stop,” a weak voice pleaded as Midii sat up on her bed, the soft purple sheets making her look like death warmed over as they contrasted with the paleness in her cheeks and the sadness in her eyes. “Please stop!”
“Midii,” Trowa whirled around his grip loosening on Quatre’s neck as he turned accusing eyes on his whimpering fiancée. “Why?”
“Because, Trowa, because… you should know why! I was drunk, we both were and you no longer pay any attention to me, we’re drifting! When was the last time you spent the night with me? Trowa, when?” She asked as tears streaked down her cheeks
“That has nothing to do with this,” he replied softly as he stared into her eyes, his own emerald eyes clouded by sadness and betrayal.
“Trowa, it has everything to do with this, it has everything to do with this, believe me… You would have been with me, instead of her! I am your fiancée!” She screamed at him her cheeks becoming cheery red as her hurt rose to the surface.
“It has nothing to do with this… This is about your unfaithfulness to me, your wanton behavior with my best friend of all people,” he whispered dangerously as he stalked towards her, Quatre falling to the ground as the hand, which had held him in place, was removed.
“Unfaithful! Unfaithful he says! Well this is the pot calling the kettle black. Trowa, you’re really one to talk,” she scoffed back as she raised herself up to stare defensively into his eyes, her own flashing with the fires of fury and pain.
“Midii be careful what you say,” he whispered his voice even and dripping with danger. His eyes glittered with hurt as he stepped closer to her, only stopping when his knees bumped against the end of her bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre glanced at the scene playing out before him with hazy eyes as he slowly struggled back into consciousness. A soft groan escaped his lips as he pushed himself up from the floor, a hand moving to hold his throat. He tried to voice his protest against Trowa’s behavior as he saw the taller mans hand whip out and a loud crack resounded through the apartment as it made contact with Midii’s porcelain cheek.
“Get out,” she whispered a hand holding her throbbing cheek as she glared daggers at the man who had so often professed his love to her, until recently.
“I won’t get out until you give me an explanation,” he said his hand moving back once more to strike only to be stopped by the gentle pressure of Quatre’s hand. His pleading aqua eyes boring into his.
“Trowa, what has gotten into you,” Quatre asked quietly as he glanced back and forth between Trowa and Midii. The riot of emotions in their eyes telling him all he needed to know as to what had happened in the short period of time he had been unconscious.
“What has gotten into me? What has gotten into me? I’ll tell you what has gotten into me, you slept with my fiancée, MY fiancée, not yours MINE! That’s what has gotten into me! Do you expect me to be all rational and calm about this, about the girl I searched the world over for?” Trowa asked his eyes taking on a glassy look as the demon of possession began to take over his mind.
“Trowa, if you are this upset about it, maybe you should have thought before starting an affair with that slut!” Midii screamed as she launched herself into Quatre’s protective arms, begging for his support.
“Don’t, Midii, just don’t. Don’t drag her into this,” he whispered while glaring daggers at his once best friend.
“Why not,” she asked softly as Quatre’s arms insinuated themselves around her waist holding her protectively against his chest. They cut the picture of a perfect couple, the angelic blonde with his platinum hair, sun bronzed skin, and sky blue eyes and the fallen angel, her own platinum hair, pale ivory skin, and dove-gray eyes.
“This is about your betrayal, not mine.”
“Why is everything always about my betrayals, why not yours! I know she isn’t the first one you’ve relieved your sexual tension with… Am I only a possession you need to have, something that is yours and always will be. Well is it?”
“What else do you expect from me when your eyes follow his every move like a dog in heat just begging for him to come and take you,” he whispered harshly while grabbing hold of her arm, trying to pull her closer to him, Quatre’s tight hold on her waist preventing him from doing so.
“Trowa, you’re treading on dangerous ground,” Quatre whispered his eyes taking on a steely look as he stared at the hand which was bruising the woman in his arms.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Midii is my fiancée…” he paused as the sound of clicking heels reached his ears and his skin paled as the realization of who those heels belonged to dawned.
“Trowa?” A soft voice called a little unsure and wavering as the sound of heels drew closer the call repeated again and again. “Am I interrupting?” she asked as her eyes lit on the scene, which was playing out in the bedroom.
“Nice to see you again, Relena, how is my fiancée,” Midii asked coolly her dove-gray eyes filled with contempt and betrayal as she stared at the woman who had caught the supposed love of her life’s attention.
“Umm Midii, how are you? Trowa, what is going on?”
“She knows,” he said softly and then cringed as he realized that she didn’t know.
“She knows what?”
“You didn’t tell her did you,” Midii asked incredulously as her view of Relena was re-evaluated. “You didn’t tell her. This is classic. Relena, did you know that Trowa is my fiancée?”
“Fiancée, that can’t be, he would never do that to me…” she whispered softly her face becoming ashen as she backed into the wall. “No this can’t be happening…”
“Relena let me explain,” Trowa said softly his grip on Midii’s arm dropping as he moved towards the ashen girl.
“We’ll leave you two alone,” Midii sneered as she looked at the man who had held her heart in his hands since the first day she had seen him. “Oh and Trowa, the wedding, it’s off,” she called through the door, pulling Quatre behind her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Midii broke out into a run Quatre trailing behind her as tears coursed down her cheeks. It was obvious to her now that Trowa had only seen her as an infatuation, not a person. He had never loved her, but she had loved him. Oh, she had loved him. Quatre was a mistake though, it should’ve never happened because he had only been forbidden fruit to her, nothing more. And he deserved so much more; at first, she had really and truly believed that she loved him, even at the beginning of their latest encounter. But now, when her heart had ached for Trowa’s touch and Quatre had barely been graced with a fleeting thought she knew the truth to her feelings for Quatre, not what she had believed the truth to be.
“Midii, stop,” Quatre panted from slightly behind her as he tugged on her hand. The request went unnoticed except for the loosening of her grip on his hand before she released him all together while continuing to run. The pounding of her feet increasing as her flight was fueled by visions of Trowa and Relena locked together in passionate embraces.
“Midii,” Quatre’s voice begged as she continued to run as if her life depended on it, her golden hair and slight figure disappearing into the shadows as he struggled to reach her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to the dark as she continued to run on raw adrenaline, her heart thumping in her ears as the visions caught up with her. The nightmare that was her life finally overwhelming her as a soft whimper escaped her lips and she collapsed to the ground once more.
“Come back,” was Quatre’s plaintive cry as he collapsed to the pavement, ignoring the pain, which shout through his knees, and the grim, which marred his once pristine pants.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Relena stared at the small testing kit resting in the trashcan, hastily shoved beneath several other odds and ends. The bright blue of the box caught her eye as she moved to pick up the box, carefully reading the directions, not noticing the dipstick, which fell to the floor. As she turned the box in her hands, her foot encountered the forgotten dipstick and her eyes widened when they saw the results. She frantically looked back at the box checking to see if what she thought was true.
“Oh my god, she isn’t” Relena whispered both the box and the dipstick falling to the floor in her shock. “She can’t be…”
That young woman, that young woman, she’s carrying a child, Relena thought disbelief filtering into her mind. It could possibly be Trowa’s baby!!! It couldn’t be, she thought as she heard the approaching footsteps of the man she loved.
“Relena,” Trowa asked knocking on the door. “Are you alright in there?”
“Yes… yes, I’m fine,” Relena said softly as her eyes strayed back to the evidence of Midii’s plight. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Alright,” he said his voice and footsteps fading away as he left the area.
I have to get rid of this, I just have to get rid of this; he’ll leave me if he finds out. He’ll leave me just like Heero did, she thought quietly a few stray tears falling carelessly from her stunned eyes. I can’t lose him too…
Relena quietly left the room, the small bag of garbage in her hands as she struggled to hide the emotions, which waged war within her. She couldn’t lose Trowa, he was her rock in the violent storm of her world, his betrayal had hurt her, but she needed him, she couldn’t lose him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The old woman found the young girl laying in the grime of the city’s side streets, her straw colored hair matted to her forehead as she mumbled incoherent words and tears coursed down her face. The old woman knelt down to hear the tortured girls words gasping when she heard what the girl was mumbling, baby. With a quick glance to the side, the woman quickly hobbled away for help, the girl’s plight in her mind as she forgot about her empty belly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Midii came to in a huddle of blankets and a soft murmur filtered through the haze and infiltrated her sleeping mind. The grime clung to her skin and her eyes widened when she finally fought through the fog, her skin was no longer ivory it was a sickly yellow gray, and her hair once a shining platinum blonde hung in limp straw colored strands.
“Ho-How did I… get here?” she croaked as her vision began to swirl once more, the figures of people fading into shapes and the shapes merging into colors.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Have you heard anything,” the voice asked through the door.
“No, I haven’t, she won’t say a word about her condition” another voice replied.
“I see… I see,” the first voice said softly traces of sadness leaking into the words.
“Jace,” the second voice asked softly, her voice muffled by the door, which separated them.
“Yes Ivy,” he said softly.
“Do you think she’ll survive, she was so thin when they brought her in,” Ivy said softly her voice laced with worry as she thought about the young woman which had been carried into their small clinic that morning. Her skin had been so pale beneath the dirt and grime of the streets and her hands were so delicate unmarked by the stresses of the streets.
“I don’t know, I really don’t know, but Iria will try her best to save her,” he said softly before returning to his station, his retreating footsteps reaching her ears as the tears coursed down her cheeks at the thought of loosing someone she didn’t even know, hadn’t gotten a chance to know.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Iria Winner watched the rise and fall of the young girls chest as she waited vigilantly for any change in the young girls condition. The young girl’s life and the life of her baby hung in the balance as the battle with the fever waged with in the young girl’s body. There had been no identification anywhere on the young girl, no wallet, no form of ID. She was nameless, she was a no-name until she woke up and provided Iria with the dearly sought information.
“Child who are you,” she asked the silent figure as she brushed away a pale strand of golden hair a concerned look engraving itself upon her face. So similar to Quatre, her mind supplied, they had the same platinum hair, the same childlike innocence. “Who are you,” she whispered.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Trowa, Relena,” Quatre said as he walked up to them his heart in his eyes. “Congratulations on your engagement.”
“Thank you,” Relena smiled graciously taking his hand in hers as Trowa’s arms tightened itself around her waist.
“Thank you Quatre,” Trowa’s soft voice filtered through the murmur of the crowd as his eyes sent a silent question to his once best friend. Have you heard of her, his eyes asked, the guilt prodding his investigation.
“Your welcome,” he said softly before retreating into the crowd his eyes silently replying to Trowa’s desperate and silent request. No, I haven’t.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Midii sat up her head pounding as the sunlight streaked into the pristine room, the harsh rays bouncing off the pure white walls. The soft white sheets clung to her legs warming her frigid body, and the crisp white gown outlining to her curves and the rising swell of her stomach. She noticed the feminine form huddled in the chair by her bed, the soft golden crown of hair atop the woman’s head.
“Excuse me,” she whispered her voice sounding coarse to her ears. “Excuse me,” she tried again, her words rousing the woman fm her slumber.
“You’re up,” was the startled reply as the woman unfolded long limbs from the cramped pose, a graceful yawn escaping her lips.
“Where am I,” Midii asked as she struggled to rise from the hospital bed, which enveloped her slight frame.
“You are at my clinic, child. You were brought here by Helena,” she said softly her chin resting on her folded hands as she leaned towards the young girl.
“Helena?” Midii questioned as her mind frantically ran through the possibilities for the phantom woman’s identity. Her mind drawing a blank, as her mind kept returning to her fever riddled months with the people of the slums.
“Helena, one of the homeless people with which you were staying,” Iria said perplexed as to the young girl’s behavior. “May I ask your name?”
“My name, it’s Midii, just plain Midii,” she whispered as her hands caressed her stomach and the life which grew within it. “What day is it,” she asked softly her dove-gray eyes filling with tears.
“December 23rd,” Iria said softly, a smile creeping onto her face as she saw the shock on the young girl’s face.
“Has it been that long,” she whispered puzzled over the passage of time, “the last I remember clearly is the 21st of September.”
“Midii, I need to run a few tests on the health of your baby…” Iria’s voice tapered off as she noticed the far off look in Midii’s eyes. Child, what happened to you, her mind silently asked as she noticed the tears, which trailed down the porcelain cheeks.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Quatre, what a pleasant surprise,” Iria said as she enveloped her only brother in a rib crushing hug a radiant smile on her face. She held him back from her as she examined the changes 6 months had done to his appearance and nodded her approval. “Good to see you.”
“Where else would I be on Christmas,” he said with a laugh, his sky blue eyes twinkling with mirth as he looked at her calculating expression. “It’s good to see you too,” he breathed the tension leaving his form as she pulled him further into her home come clinic.
“I have one house guest at the moment, poor girl, she’s really been through an ordeal though we haven’t had much of a chance to talk,” Iria said as she dragged Quatre into the living room of her modest home, to meet her house guest, Midii.
He stopped short when he saw her profile, the same tilt of the chin, the long sweeping lashes and pouting lips, and the fall of platinum hair with a color that rivaled his own.
“Midii,” he whispered as he stared at her wide-eyed, his jaw dropping as he saw the evidence of her ordeal.
“Quatre,” she whispered the hot cocoa she had been cradling in her hands crashing to the floor as the color drained from her face. She didn’t flinch when the scalding hot cocoa stuck to her delicate skin, burning her, instead she continued to stare at Quatre in shock the pain ignored, until the flood of emotion became too much for her recovering mind and body, and she fainted.
Iria rushed to the
stunned girls side the doctor in her immediately assessing the situation,
calling for Quatre to carry the pregnant Midii to her room.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Midii,” the soft voice of Iria Winner called as she ran a moist towel over the other young woman’s forehead. Her soothing voice was gently coaxing Midii back into the land of the waking as the events of the past few hours released their strangling hold on Midii’s mind.
“…Ugh…” Midii groaned as she raised a delicate hand to touch the cloth, which cooled her feverish skin, one eye cracking open to survey the room, which she occupied.
“You’re awake,” Iria said softly pulling the cloth away as her hand rested on Midii’s forehead lightly. “You gave us quiet a scare,” she said softly handing a cup of warm cocoa to the groggy young woman.
“What happened,” Midii mumbled as she silently accepted the proffered cup of cocoa a haunted look settling in her dove-gray eyes. She frowned as she nursed the mug in her hands, a vision of started and soulful blue eyes shoving its way to the forefront of her troubled mind.
“You passed out,” Iria said as she helped Midii to a sitting position. “Do you think you can handle coming downstairs for dinner,” she asked already tugging the young woman from her bed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Who is she,” Quatre asked the young interns as they stared at him with curious eyes.
“Her name’s Midii, she was brought in 5 days ago by a homeless woman,” Ivy said as she gazed adoringly at her boss’s handsome younger brother, lost in the blue ocean of his eyes.
“Ivy,” Jace said while jabbing her in the ribs none too gently. “Excuse her, she tends to drift off at times,” he said apologetically to Quatre, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the other man.
“It’s ok,” Quatre said softly his gaze lingering on the stairs that led to the woman he had been searching for. “How far along is she,” he asked his gaze quickly jumping from the stairs to rest on Ivy’s face.
“About 4 months,” Ivy said before realizing her mistake and blushing to the roots of her dark hair.
He didn’t hear the ensuing argument that followed Ivy’s comment; his mind was running in circles as he digested the information. It really was her, it was Midii, the woman who had been searching for, he had been almost positive when he first saw her, but then he had been slightly uncertain when he had seen the swell of her stomach.
Midii, what’s happened to you, his thoughts whispered as his eyes traveled once more to the stairs, which would lead him to her. His eyes widening when he saw Iria leading Midii down the stairs by her elbow, a serene expression on her face. The way she placed a hand protectively over her stomach as she navigated the stairs, the slight swell noticeable to his eyes, touching his heart.
“Ivy, is dinner ready,” Iria asked as she led Midii down the stairs her eyes on her brothers face as recognition slowly spread over his features. So you do know her then, she thought to herself, the workings of her mind hidden by her serene blue eyes.
“Yes, the turkey is cooked,” the young intern said proudly as she scurried off to the kitchen, Jace in tow.
“Midii we need to talk,” Quatre said softly his hand reaching out to grasp her elbow as Iria brushed past them to enter the kitchen and assist her two interns. “Please Midii just talk to me,” he pleaded.
“Quatre,” she whispered her body unresisting as he pulled her into the living room a hand gently guiding her as he held her body close to his.
“Midii were have you been,” he asked gently his eyes holding onto hers as they sat in silence his question hanging in the air.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, “I woke up a few days ago and Iria was looking after me… She said that I’d been with the homeless people that live near here but one woman brought me here when my condition worsened. I don’t remember anything, from when I left you till a few days ago is hazy, all I can see is hazy pictures and fuzzy voices.”
“Midii,” Quatre said gesturing towards her slightly swollen stomach, “were you ever going to tell me?”
“Quatre, I didn’t want you to be bothered,” she said hanging her head in shame as a few stray tears fell. “I didn’t want to be an inconvenience to you.”
“Midii you could never be an inconvenience to me,” Quatre whispered taking her hands in his. “Midii, we have an unborn child together, am I right,” Quatre asked continuing when she nodded her head. “Let me makes this right, marry me,” he said moving onto his knees, one hand digging in his pocket. “Marry me, Midii.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Why did I say yes, Midii silently asked herself. You were too afraid to face this yourself; she scolded herself, tears coursing down her face. Don’t you love Trowa, she asked herself. Don’t you wish it were his child you carried, don’t you wish that the man holding you in his arms were Trowa, not his best friend. Yes, yes I do, I wish it were him, I wish it were him with all my heart, body and soul, she thought, her thoughts taking over her mind once more as she pictured him. The impossible fall of hair, the vibrance of his emerald eyes.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, she thought as the anguish spilled over her emotional barriers once more and Quatre’s hold tightened on her form. Why did you have to be so vengeful, you could still be with him, you could have worked things out, she whispered in her mind, knowing that things could have never changed. She had held on to Trowa tightly fm the day of the reunion, vowing to herself to never let go. Broke that one didn’t you, her inner voice taunted her, showing her images of Trowa, in sadness, in joy.
I ruined my life, it was my life, she thought heart brokenly. How could I have ever mistaken infatuation for love, how? How could I have ever broken his trust, the trust I worked so hard to earn, she asked as her mind retreated into the darkness, the shadows which permeated her soul.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Is she the one you love, the little voice in his mind taunted as he looked at the slumbering form of his fiancée. Is she the one you want to grow old with, the voice taunted once more, as Quatre was forced to think things through. Did he love Midii? Yes, he did, but did he love her like a lover or did he love her like a sister? Is she who you always pictured greeting the day with, the voice whispered in his ear. No, she wasn’t, Midii wasn’t the woman who had haunted his thoughts, his dreams, his nightmares for the past 8 years.
You pity her, the voice stated, you feel guilty, it accused. No, I don’t pity her, he argued back. You feel guilty, the voice repeated. I do feel guilty, it was my fault; I should have seen that she was drunk, unable to think clearly. You used her, it whispered, taking on a female tone, one he had blessed and cursed repeated over the years. You used her, used her for pleasure, to pleasure yourself, and to forget, to forget me, the voice stated, the tone dripping with sarcasm.
A vision of lavender eyes appeared in his mind, the soft elegance to a noble face and a fall of auburn hair. He shook his head slightly trying to chase away the vision of her smiling face. I’m engaged, I can’t think of her anymore, I can’t, I just can’t, he mentally berated himself, she was not his to think about or hold, he had Midii, they were to be married. I’m going to be a husband and a father soon, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“My baby brother, getting married,” Iria, said to her reflection in the computer screen, her fingers rapidly typing a message to her sisters. “My baby brother getting married,” she repeated still shocked as to the turn of events. She had been shocked when they had walked into the kitchen, arm in arm, and sad smiles on their faces as Quatre announced the breaking news.
“My baby brother’s going to be a father,” she said softly, the reality of her own age striking home as she sighed thinking of her family. She had always been alone, and she would always be alone, a Winner woman knew her future, she knew her place in the big picture. She smiled as she took a glance at her most prized possession, the picture of her family, her 28 sisters, her father, and her only brother.
“The Winner family grows once more,” she whispered to the night as she turned the computer off, the letter sent to her sisters informing them of the happy and astounding news.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Merry Christmas Trowa,” Relena purred from her position on his chest, hands toying with his fall of hair, and her eyes teasing.
“Merry Christmas Lena,” he said softly pulling her up to meet his lips in a gentle kiss before moving from their bed. “Breakfast,” he inquired as he reached for his silk robe, pulling it around his masculine frame.
“Hmm, breakfast would be good,” she said softly as she leaned back into the pillows a smile of content on her face. “Trowa,” she said a little louder than before, “I love you.”
“I love you too Lena,” he said almost automatically before removing himself from the room, their breakfast planned in his mind.
“Smells good,” Relena said a few minutes later as she placed her arms around his slim waist.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife,” the Priest intoned the soft words as he glanced between the young couple.
“I do,” Quatre, replied his eyes holding Midii’s giving her the strength to make it through the ceremony.
“Then repeat after me. With this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Quatre whispered slowly.
“In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part, I promise to cherish you forever,” the priest finished, gesturing for the best man to deliver the delicate platinum ring to the grooms hand.
“In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part, I promise to cherish you forever,” Quatre whispered as he slipped the ring onto Midii’s delicate finger.
“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband,” the Priest asked Midii his eyes latching onto her, questing for the truth.
“I do,” Midii said after a moment’s hesitation, every thought, and every protest fading away as the reality of her situation sunk in.
“Then repeat after me, with this ring, I thee wed.”
“With this ring, I thee wed,” she said softly tears beginning to streak her porcelain cheeks.
“In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do you part, I promise to cherish you forever,” the priest finished once more, he gesture being repeated as he motioned for the ring to be deposited in the young brides shaking hands.
“In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do us part, I promise to cherish you forever,” she sobbed as her trembling fingers slid the ring onto Quatre’s finger.
“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” the priest said, his voice filling the small chapel. He smiled at the young couple as Quatre lifted the veil from Midii’s face, and gently lowered his lips to hers, catching her in a chaste kiss.
Iria watched from behind the young couple, tears in her eyes as she saw the perfect picture they created. These things will always work out for the best, she thought as she followed the newlyweds out of the small chapel, the rest of her sisters trailing behind her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He held onto her hand as she seethed, her brow furrowed in intense agony as she struggled to bring their child into the world. The labor was taking it’s toll on her fragile body, sapping the last reserves of strength she possessed, and the world went dark, void of color, sound, and touch, just void. Quatre watched as Midii fell into unconsciousness, her head lolling back as her eyelids fluttered closed. His eyes widened in panic when the multitude of medical staff swarmed around her slowly pushing him away, concealing her from him.
“Quatre, we need you to leave,” Iria said to her brother, trying to unsuccessfully push him from the room. “Quatre, please leave,” Iria begged.
“Something’s gone wrong, something’s gone terribly wrong,” he slowly uttered as his eyes glazed in pain, her pain.
“Yes something has gone wrong, and I need you to leave. Please Quatre, I will do everything in my power to save the baby and Midii, but to do that I need you to leave,” she said softly an apology in her eyes.
“She’s my wife!”
“Yes she is your wife, and if you want her to live you’ll leave,” she said vehemently while gently shoving him out the door before setting to work on the struggling Midii. “I will save you, I promise,” she whispered, brushing away strands of matted pale blonde hair.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre paced back and forth, as he waited for news of his wife, of Midii, her life resting in the balance. He brushed his platinum hair back from his forehead, his heart leaping around in his chest, his eyes straying to the door every few moments listening for the slightest sounds. He didn’t hear the soft pounding of footsteps approaching his position.
“Quatre! Quatre, how is she,” Duo Maxwell asked him as he slid to a stop, his wife, Hilde Schbeiker sliding to a stop behind him.
“Something’s wrong, something’s terribly wrong, Iria’s working on her now,” Quatre said, releasing a strangled sob as he stopped long enough to glance in Duo’s worried eyes.
“Oh Quatre, man, she’ll be ok, Iria’s the best,” Duo said softly an arm coming round his friend as they waited. He was the only pilot to know of the marriage between Trowa’s ex-fiancée and Quatre, and the only pilot to know of the current situation.
Hilde placed a comforting arm around Quatre’s waist as she offered her silent support for the young man caught in an emotional hurricane. She could see the heart wrenching agony in his eyes as the fate of his wife remained in the air, flitting from one end of the spectrum to the other.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Iria stepped out of the small room, a tired look on her face as she smiled at her only brother and his small support group. She quietly crossed over to him, her smile becoming sad as she thought of the news she had to impart to her only brother.
“Congratulations Quatre, you have a beautiful baby girl, perfect in every way,” she said softly tears in her eyes as she waited for the excitement to die down her next bit of news not so pleasant.
“And Midii,” Quatre asked breathlessly his smile faltering as she continued to stare at him her eyes holding a deep pain.
“Something happened, we’re moving her to the ICU right now, I’m sorry, we’re doing the best we can. However, a blood vessel in her brain burst during labor, that’s why she passed out, the next 24 hours will tell is if she’ll pull through.
“No,” he whispered, silent tears coursing down his cheeks as he thought of her lying there fighting for her life. “It’s my fault,” he said softly, “it’s my fault.”
“Don’t say that Quatre man, don’t ever say that,” Duo said shaking the morose young man, trying to snap him out of his bout of self-degradation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He watched her laying there her pale body emphasized by the pure white of the sheets on which she lay. The multitude of tubes protruding from her body and the constant hum of the machines, which kept her alive reminding him of her fight to live.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered his hand holding hers gingerly within his grasp. “I’m so sorry, I wish I could take away this pain your feeling. I wish I could bear it for you,” he said softly, rubbing her cool palm against his cheek.
“Quatre, you in there,” Duo’s voice called softly. “She’ll be ok, ya know. She has a baby girl that she needs to meet, she can’t go to Shinigami without meeting her little girl now can she,” he questioned while pulling Quatre from the room. “Now you need to spend some time with your little girl as well.”
“But Duo, what if she wakes up,” Quatre protested a hand moving out towards Midii’s prone form.
“I’ll call you,” Hilde said as she entered the room, a romance novel in her hands. “Quatre, I promise… Now go with Duo and meet your daughter, Alexandra Rose Winner,” Hilde said as she settled into the chair at Midii’s bedside, her eyes boring into Quatre’s and begging him to follow Duo.
“Alright,” he said softly following Duo out of the room one last glance sent in Midii’s direction.
“Midii, it’s just you and me now,” Hilde whispered to the struggling young woman. “Fight it, fight it for Quatre, fight it for your daughter, fight it for yourself, don’t give in Midii, you have reasons to live,” Hilde choked out as she buried her head in the crisp linens.
She had only known Midii for 3 months, but they had already become close, the poor girl dying for companionship and friendship. She had been so alone, so very alone before they had met, Hilde sighed as she thought about Midii and the life the poor girl must have lead before marrying Quatre. Thank god, I had Duo, she thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He watched his little girl, in her crib, with the other newborns crowded around her in their own cribs. She shone like a diamond in the rough to him; she was perfect in his eyes. He watched in fascination as her small mouth opened wide as the tiny infant yawned. The nurses saw him staring intently at the child, the look of a proud father in his eyes; a soft smile came to her face as she stepped closer to the crib and the father.
He watched as the nurse gingerly lifted his little girl from her crib and brought her to the window.
“My little girl,” he whispered the bond between father and daughter already beginning to form in his heart as he decided he would do anything for her.
“A beauty isn’t she,” Duo asked as he heartily patted Quatre on the back. “Never expected you to be the first one with kids though, somehow that always seemed like me and Hilde. Congrats dad,” he said before waltzing off to the cafeteria.
“Dad,” Quatre repeated, “I’m a dad,” he whispered as tears of joy appeared in his eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She struggled through the think blanket, which covered her mind and hindered her movements. The outside world tempted her, beckoned her, but she couldn’t answer it’s call she was trapped, there was nothing she could do. She was beginning to give up hope when thoughts of her daughter filtered into her almost comatose mind, visions of what could be playing out before her. A smiling cherub, hair the color of pale gold, sky blue eyes which spoke volumes of her soul. A kind child, full of the love of life and hope for the future.
She couldn’t give in, she had a future, she was needed for the time being and she had an appointment to keep. She had to meet her daughter, a living breathing person that was a part of her that she had helped to create. No, she couldn’t give in, she thought as her will to live strengthened and she turned to face Shinigami eye to eye.
She saw the rip in the fabric of her mind the whole that would lead her back to reality, and she struggled to slog through it. Each step seeming as if lead weights were attached to her feet, anchoring her in position. She struggled, and fought, tearing her way through the fabric of her mind passing through into reality once more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hilde watched as the screens surrounding the young woman she kept watch over began to flash and beep at her, the noise deafening to her ears. She watched as teams of medical personnel surrounding Midii as the unthinkable began to happen. Her tired eyes kept track of every movement in Midii’s convulsing body, the toss of her pale gold hair and the riot of emotions present on Midii’s face kept her riveted. She didn’t run for Quatre as she had promised but instead she urged the young woman to win her struggle for another chance at life.
“You can do it,” she whispered as the doctors continued to shuffle around her the constant murmur of their voices sounding like a babbling brook to her occupied mind. “You can do it,” she urged as she thought of the infant waiting to meet her mother and tears of joy coursed down Hilde’s face as Midii’s eyes opened. She didn’t wait for another word to be said, she ran as she had promised, she ran to bring Quatre back to his wife.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“She’s awake,” Hilde said breathlessly as she latched onto Quatre’s arm dragging him back in the direction of the ICU. She pushed him into the room before returning to Duo a soft smile on her face.
“Hmm, one day, we’re going to have a family right,” she said softly a contemplative look on her face as she thought about the infant which would grow up to be a beautiful girl.
“One day, babe, one day,” he said slinging an arm around her shoulders as they headed back to Midii’s ICU room, where they waited patiently outside for any concrete news on her condition.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She stared up at him through glazed eyes, her vision slowly coming into focus with each moment. His eyes were so worried, so pained, had she caused that, had she caused that pain, she asked herself. She fought against the pull of the realms of sleep, her husband and her child in the forefront of her mind. Am I worthy of this devotion, she thought as his hand brushed her cheek, sweeping away a pale strand of gold hair.
“She’s beautiful,” Quatre whispered as he bent down to gently kiss Midii’s forehead, a catch appearing in his voice. “She has your eyes.”
“Quatre…” Midii croaked a pale hand reaching toward him barely lifting of the mattress, the color of the sheets matching her pallor.
“I’m here,” he said softly grasping his hand in hers. “Just rest, just rest,” he said softly as she closed her eyes and slipped into a natural and healing sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She watched from Quatre’s arms as Trowa and Relena sealed their vows of eternal love with an earth-shattering kiss, the utter devotion in their eyes turning her stomach. She leaned further into Quatre’s embrace as the situation further sank into her already unstable mind. She was so off balance, her emotions rampaging as the weight of mother hood settled on her shoulders, and the shattered hope that lay broken around her as all the chance she had ever had of regaining the man she loved completely slipped from her grasp.
Quatre gazed at his wife, the slight tremble in her form belying the tsunami of emotions, which ravaged her soul. They had shared a long discussion shortly after she had been released from the hospital, there were no illusions in their marriage only the truth and his heart ached at the pain his one reckless act was causing her. He didn’t know if this outcome would have still come to fruit if he had been able to control his urges but the unknown made him wander. His arms tightened around her offering what little comfort he could while his once best friend sealed the coffin which held his wife, she was dead now in almost sense of the word, her heart was frozen.
Midii’s head craned to follow the bridal procession her eye catching that of the former Princess of the Sank Kingdom and simultaneous silent voices of congratulations where shared. A silent tear trickled down her cheek as Quatre pulled her from the pew his arm supporting her as they made their way down the aisle his presence loaning her the strength she lacked.
“Congratulations,” she voice mechanically as she shook hands with first Relena and then Trowa her eyes never meeting theirs she didn’t want them to see the pain in her heart. She vaguely heard Quatre congratulate them before she was seated in the luxurious interior of their private limousine.
“A beautiful ceremony,” Quatre said softly his eyes searching her face for any hint of anger or betrayal, he only found anguish.
“Yes beautiful,” she replied softly her eyes gazing out the window as the limousine sped past the church ushering them to their shuttle and their child.
“It’s ok to cry you know,” Quatre said softly still staring at her, his comment meant to dig a response from her reticent form.
“I have nothing to cry about, it was my own doing, and I can’t change it, what’s past is past right?”
“People can forgive and things can be changed with effort,” he said leaning closer to her his hands holding hers.
“Some things aren’t worth it,” was her acidic reply as her eyes, once a soothing dove-gray, now blue steel with the rampage of emotions, locked onto his.
He didn’t say anything as she returned to her vigil, her posture rigid and the pain evident in the brief glances he sent her way. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back into the leather seat, a hand reaching up to brush his platinum bangs back from his forehead. She was impossible when she was hurting; she closed herself off, the only person that had ever managed to assuage her fits of temper and self-pity now holding another in his arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trowa watched as she left, her head bent towards the ground as she allowed Quatre to guide her through the throngs of people toward their car. How he wished he could have held her, whispered words of comfort into her hair, but that was Quatre’s right now, not his, it would never be his. When Duo had told him of her close encounter with death his heart had plummeted, the thought of death claiming her threatening to send him into oblivion. Her daughter was beautiful, a perfect mix of his angelic friend and the angelic woman whose heart had once been his. She loved Quatre now, and he loved Relena they were better off apart he reasoned as he graciously accepted more congratulations from people he had never met. They were better off echoed in his mind long after the ceremony was over.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She couldn’t stand it anymore this void in her heart, the sense of despair, which clung to her every thought. She sighed softly as she lifted the cold and lifeless, soulless piece of machinery to her temple. The comforting weight of the revolver pushing away her doubts to her current course of action. She knew many people would be sad, hurt even by her decision to end it all, but she couldn’t continue to live a lie, she had lived one for so long. Alexandra was eight years old now, Quatre would be the only parent she needed, Midii thought sadly as she recalled all the times her silences had hurt her eldest child. Mikhail would be happier with Quatre as well, she had never connected with either child not to the extent she had wished to achieve, and his face had always haunted her.
Even after all these years she could still feel the caress of his hands as they ran over her body lighting it on fire with passion. This will be best for everyone she reasoned as the doubts began to creep back into her mind, I’m not needed she screamed in her mind as tears began to slip past her defenses the walls she had built around her heart what was left of it. Her heart had been destroyed when Trowa and Relena had declared their love to each other before the Justice of the peace and the thousands of witness’s, which had watched with avid anticipation. Midii Une was lost to the world and had been for many years; Midii Winner was only a shell of a person, never smiling, never laughing always withdrawn, the complete opposite of her cheerful husband.
The media loved to dissect their relationship, always approaching different reasons for their marriage, trying to uncover scandal where there was none. The world had already accepted the fact that the marriage had been one of convenience, and the couple apparently loved each other, Midii was an excellent actor when her skills where needed. They didn’t know that those smiles were forced, the laughter forced, they never saw the pain lurking in her eyes.
Her fingers brushed against the two envelopes fingering their texture as her resolve strengthened, it was time, she whispered to herself as her finger closed on the trigger and her world went dark forever.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He glanced at the piece paper in his hands once more, the small spattering of blood in the corner harshly shoving the truth into his disbelieving mind. He couldn’t believe she had killed herself, why, he mentally cried as his knees buckled beneath him and the sobs racked his body. The note fluttered to the floor the words calling out to his soul.
Trowa,
I’m sorry I betrayed you; it was the only thing I knew. I was a spy for most of my life. I was a tool exploited by the Alliance and for that I lost my family, my father, my brothers, they were all murdered, murdered in cold blood. After that, I began to embrace the path set out for me, my destiny I so believed it to be. I never had the chance to feel my mother’s love; she was always too busy with my brothers or too ill to move. I held her in my arms as she died, I will never forget the feeling of weightlessness her body acquired when her soul left it, never. I vowed that I would be a better mother to my children if I ever had any, but I failed them, I failed my son and daughter, I betrayed them by betraying that oath I made on my mother’s lifeless corpse.
I have always loved you, I never stopped loving you, I married Quatre because my daughter needed a father and I had no way of supporting her. I couldn’t go back to you, I so wished I could but you were and are happy with Relena by your side. How often have I wished I were in her place, but I must reap what I sow and I did set the precedent for our relationship with my initial betrayal. How many times have I rued that day? I don’t remember anymore, but in one way I’m glad because then if I had not had my mission to complete we would have never met, and then we subsequently would never had met again…
I know Quatre is going to blame himself for my death but please don’t let him, please let bygones be bygones, he needs your friendship. I know I have no right to make any requests of you, what I did was vile, sleeping with your best friend when you were my fiancée, but please just think of this as my last request, because when you do receive this I will be dead. I will be rotting in the pits of hell as my crimes condemn me to… Please watch out for him, he has been so good to me these last few years even when another holds his heart. Please watch over him and my children, I beg of you…
Always, Midii
“Why,” he screamed as he buried his head in his hands, the sounds of Relena’s approaching footsteps ignored by his ravaged mind.
Relena glanced at the crumpled form of her husband and the sobs, which racked his body. She moved to take him into her arms when the note caught her eye, the stains which marred the crumpled surface shocking her. Tears slid down her cheeks as she read the heartfelt confession incased within the delicate writing, the emotions infused with the paper touching her heart and soul.
“Shh,” she whispered repeatedly to Trowa as she rocked him in her arms, offering him the support he had so often given her offer the last few years.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Catherine screamed as she found Midii’s lifeless body, the pool of blood surrounding it telling her it’s own tale of heartbreak, the pain and sorrow, which runs rampant through everyone’s lives. She feel to her knees, ignoring the blood, which stained her, legs and soaked into the silken material of her skirt, as she wept. The faces of Alexandra and Mikhail surfaced in her mind as she stared at Midii’s lifeless form, anger raged through her an anger that was soon extinguished when she saw the peaceful look on Midii’s face. It had been so long since the young woman had been at peace, so long since a sincere look had graced the younger woman’s face.
Her anger dissipated as despair took root in her heart, he would be so upset by this latest change of events. She meant so much to him, but now she had taken her life, things were getting so complicated, Catherine mused from her position on the floor, her mind wandering. She didn’t hear him enter the study; she didn’t hear his gasp of horror at the site of his wife lying in a pool of her own blood, her body lifeless. Catherine only noticed him when his arms encircled her, pulling her close to his body as he sought refuge from the riot of emotions, which was rampaging through him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He watched as they lowered the mahogany casket into the ground, the array of roses gracing the finely finished wood. He could smell the cacophony of scents clearly on the brisk evening air, and he could see the tears marking those few faces, which had attended. This ceremony was private, no press allowed, he wouldn’t have them deface Midii’s memory through their lies. His hands rested on the shoulders of his children as the priest’s words filtered through the night air, and the good byes were said.
His heart was filled with sadness as he thought over the last few years, she had never been happy; her heart had been closed to the world, even to her children. He knew she hadn’t meant it; she had wanted to be the best mother possible for her children, something she had always regretted. Her heart though, it had been to far removed by the time she had begun to see the error of her ways. Her letter had explained everything to him, and the blessings, which she had passed down, had touched his soul. She had always though of others before herself when her heart had not been consumed by anguish.
She had asked him to take care of their children to raise them as he saw fit and to let them know she had existed, all simple requests. Her last one had touched his heart though, her request for him to find happiness with the woman he loved, Catherine Bloom. Her last words had touched him deeply, “at least let one of us can be happy,” she had always cared for him like a brother, not the emotion one craved in a wife, but one that was craved in a best friend. He had felt that Mikhail would help bring her out of her shell, how wrong had he been, how wrong. The birth had been more difficult than Alexandra’s had, it had left her forever unable to bear any more children, but for a time she had opened up. A short time, but still there had been the real Midii, the Midii who had laughed at Duo’s jokes and smiled at the simple things in life.
He watched as Trowa stood there his face as bare of emotion as it had been when they were younger, the same look haunting his eyes. Relena stood next to her husband, supporting him as she looked on with tears in her eyes. He never knew what happened between Relena and Midii over the years he knew they had reached an understanding but the extent of their understanding was the only thing he couldn’t fathom.
He led his children away from the marble tombstone, he would explain to them one day the depth of his wife’s feelings. He would someday show them the letter she had left for him, the explanation of her pain, and her regrets. But right now they weren’t ready for anything of the sort, they weren’t ready to see their mother’s heart.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He stood staring at her the gravestone, which marked her resting place, it had been so strange these last two years knowing that she was dead. A world without Midii was so empty for him, he had vowed to Relena that he would always love her and he would. However, in his heart he would always love Midii, she would be his first love, one that he would never forget.
“You’ll never be forgotten,” he said softly placing the small bouquet of forget-me-nots on the shining marble of her gravestone.
He walked away slowly, each stepped measured as he thought of her and her request made just a short time ago. He had watched out for Quatre, he had been there for her children, his niece and nephew now. He had been shocked at first when Quatre and Catherine had announced their wedding, he had warmed to the idea eventually, it had only taken time. He was glad that at least someone was happy, he was happy with Relena, he truly was, they had a darling daughter and another on the way, he was happy.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Hi Mom,” Alexandra Winner said softly her eyes gazing out over the horizon as she stood in front of her mothers grave. “Tomorrow’s Christmas, Daddy and Catherine will be celebrating Midii’s first birthday. It’s odd how they gave their first born your name, but in a way it’s a great honor isn’t it. Daddy showed me the letter you left him and I must say I understand now. At first I was angry, when you died and left me behind I was so angry, I needed you then, but I was being selfish. I couldn’t see the pain in your eyes, and then when Mikhail was born I only made things worse didn’t I?”
“Mom, I love you I always will, that’s why I came today, I need to speak with you, Catherine is there for me, and I trust her but she will never be my mother. You are my mother, the only mother I’ll ever need. I know you think you failed, but you didn’t, you did the best you could. Your heart was broken, smashed beyond recognition. I know how you feel, Triton will marry Angeline the day after new years after I told him of my love, he threw it back in my face. But it’s different isn’t it, you held love in your hand for a time and then it was cruelly snatched from your grasp. I can’t live though with this weight forever on my shoulders, I leave the day after tomorrow and I will never return. Daddy understands, he always does.”
“I joined the Preventers mom, and I requested to be stationed on the Mars Colony, it’s a new beginning for me, one without Triton, a chance to began again. I won’t give up, not when I know you came back from the brink of death for me once and you struggled so hard to be the mother I needed. I won’t give up,” Alexandra said softly tears trickling down her cheeks as she layed white roses on her mothers grave. She could feel her brother approaching, she always knew when he was around, he would take her home, but first she needed to say good bye.
“Mom, I will never forget you, I carry you in my heart, I love you,” she said softly before heading back, her head held high as she walked into her new life.
Midii stood of to the side watching her daughter, tears in her eyes. You have made me so proud, she thought as she saw the familial support shared between the two siblings. Thank you, and goodbye, the musical voice drifted down to her daughter’s ears as she returned to her purgatory to await her trial at the hands of the fates.
-The End
AN: Whew, finally, never thought this thing would end… tell me what ya think k?