Fused

By

Captain Anonymous

Johnnie walked up the walkway to the porch. He went up to the

wooden doors, and knocked on the hard wood.

He stood back for a moment, he could feel himself breathing heavy.

The door opened, Johnnie stood straight as the Maganac officer stood in

front of him.

Johnnie stared at the Maganac, he said nervously, "I'm Johnnie Une,

they---"

Abdul said, "Yes, come inside, we've been expecting you."

Johnnie followed the Maganac inside, he looked around the open halls of

the house, and at the finely craft artwork that lined the walls.

It was the first time he had seen them in normal light, as opposed to

the pale light that he had seen them when had come with Marlene.

Abdul turned to Johnnie, "This way, please."

Johnnie walked down the long hallway, trying to take in everything

around him.

Abdul adjusted his sunglasses as he walked, he glanced over at Johnnie.

They reached the end of the hall, opened the door into the main living

room.

Johnnie walked past Abdul, and stood inside the large room.

The carpets, the furnishings, the artwork, they all were finely made,

almost everything was antique, and of great value.

Johnnie walked across the carpet towards Marlene.

She stood up, "I'm so glad that were able to make it tonight."

Quatre put down the cup of tea he had been drinking, and stood up.

"Thank you Abdul."

"Its no problem Master Quatre."

Johnnie could hear the heavy doors close as Abdul left the room.

Marlene smiled, "Johnnie, I'd like you to meet my brother Quatre."

Quatre smiled at Johnnie, as he put out his hand.

"Marlene has told me a lot about you, its a real pleasure to meet you."

Johnnie shook the hand of the former Gundam pilot. He didn't seem to be

what he was expecting. He had heard about his role in the great war,

and he fought along side Trowa as one of the Gundam pilots.

The way he acted, he didn't seem to be the kind of person that would be

a Gundam pilot.

That was how it was always was in war.

Quatre turned, "This is my wife, Dorothy."

Dorothy stood, she moved her slender finger along her eyebrow.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Johnnie sat down next to Marlene.

Quatre said softly, "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Johnnie nodded, "That would be nice."

Johnnie looked around the room, he didn't make eye contact. He took a

deep breathe. He didn't feel right being here. He had no right to be

here.

He could the guilt burning inside of him, knowing that Catherine was

alone right now.

Maybe he shouldn't have come.

God, after this time, the pain was still inside of him, haunting him,

burning him.

Quatre handed Johnnie the warm cup of tea, Johnnie took it in his hands

and took a sip.

"Thank you."

Johnnie looked at Dorothy, as she sat, she stared through him. He felt

a chill inside of him. It was almost as if she could see the blood the

on his hands.

Quatre looked at Johnnie, "I'm really sorry we couldn't have met

sooner, during the wedding. "

Johnnie said flatly, "Things were busy that day."

Quatre smiled, "I can understand."

There was sound at the door, "Master Quatre, dinner has been prepared."

Quatre turned, "Thank you."

Marlene smiled, "We had the cooks prepare a special meal, I hope that

you'll enjoy it."

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Johnnie stood on the porch, looking over the dark sky. They could the

light from the stars breaking through the blackness.

Marlene stood beside him. "The stars look lovely tonight."

Johnnie nodded, as he stared wide eyed at the night sky.

Marlene touched his hand, "I'm really glad that you came tonight."

Johnnie looked at Marlene in the dim light, "Your brother and his wife

seem very nice."

Marlene looked away from the night sky, "I know that it was hard for

you."

She paused for a moment, "I could feel the pain inside of you."

Johnnie looked at her, he could feel the skin of her silky hands.

Johnnie spoke softly, with his voice trembling, "Its the weight that

I'm going to have to carry."

"Johnnie, I don't care about happened in your past. I love you for who

you are now. Under all that sorrow and pain, I know that you have a

kind soul."

Johnnie walked down the stone stairs, to get a better view of the

stars. "I don't have any right to say this, but I do love you."

Johnnie felt uneasy, as his body tensed.

Marlene walked down the stairs, walking out in the grass, standing

beside Johnnie.

"I was born in space, I spent several years here on Earth going to

school. My family almost destroyed, one sister lost, a father dead, my

brother fighting, there never seemed to be an end to the pain."

Johnnie moved his arms around Marlene, he could feel her shivering in

the cool night air.

"We'd better go inside."

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A shrill cry broke the silence of the quiet house. Midii got up and

walked over to the crib, and picked up the small angel.

"It's all right honey, I'm here."

Midii walked back into the living room, and sat down on the couch

beside Trowa.

Marie slowly settled down, as she wrapped her small fingers into her

mothers long blonde hair.

Midii moved her hands along Marie's face, up to the fine strands of

blonde hair that were starting to get longer.

Marie looked at Midii with her green eyes, as she moved in her mothers

arms, making soft dove like noises.

Midii could see Trowa out of the corner of her eye, there was a smile

on his face. He watch as Marie lightly tugged on her mother's hair, and

as his wife calmed their young daughter.

There was a look in his eyes.

She could remember the way Trowa looked when she met him years ago.

They were the eyes of a soldier, looking coldly out over the world,

showing no emotion.

His eyes had changed, they no longer looked out over a world destroyed

by war.

They had been eyes that lived in the present, with no past, and no

future.

His eyes now had a certain light in them. They were focused on her,

Trowa had started over. Trowa had started living for the future, living

for his new family.

Midii had wanted to live for the future, but it seemed the demons

always be there to haunt her.

She could remember when she got that call from her cousin, remembering

the look in her eyes.

It had been years since she had seen Lady.

The pain, and the memories of what happened were still inside of her.

There were so few people left from her past.

Lady had left them, she chose to be with the one she loved.

For years, Midii hated her. The loving cousin, that had been like a

sister to her seemed dead.

She replaced by as someone cold, and unfeeling, showing no emotion,

over her devotion to Trieze.

Maybe it was possible she still carried deep inside about Midii and the

rest of her family.

Maybe her emotions were clouded by her love for him, and her love for

her family.

Torn between the two things she had loved the most.

Trieze was dead. The war was over.

Maybe Midii never would be able to forgive Lady, after all the pain and

suffering she had led her through.

One more call, maybe it would be worth it. The pain of all the nights

she spent alone, wondering about Trowa, about her family. Maybe

understand all this time would help the ease the pain.

Midii smiled at Trowa as he put his arm around her.

Midii loosened Marie's grip from her long hair, letting the long

strands falls back.

Trowa touched his daughters soft skin, Marie gripped Trowa's long

fingers.

She lightly moved the Trowa's index finger to her mouth.

Trowa glanced at Midii as the small angel lightly teethed on his

finger.

After a few minutes Trowa slowly moved his hand away, using great care.

At that point Marie had lost interest in her father's finger, and

seemed to have a renewed interest in her mothers long blonde hair.

Marie slowly closed her eyes before falling asleep.

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Ralph stared into the mirror as he wiped the remaining traces of white

shaving cream from his face.

He placed the towel down on the edge of the sink.

He turned off the light, and walked into the bedroom.

He looked at Chris as she sat up in bed reading.

Ralph stared at her for a moment, how lovely she looked.

She was the one, the one that he would protect. He wanted to spend the

rest of his life with Chris, be with her, start a family, and live.

Just live life.

This was what Ralph had wanted. For years, he had always thought as

himself as a soldier. Fighting. Facing down death.

At one point he had dreamed about being a perfect soldier, like the boy

he had met years ago with no name.

He had no worries, no home, no fears, nothing to live, nothing to die

for, always living for the moment, and forward to an unknown future.

No comrades, no friends, no where left to go back to.

On the colony, Trowa had said that he longed to be like him, to have

someone, to have a place to go home to.

When he saw Trowa for the last time, he had changed so much, he w

longer the perfect soldier. He wanted to live, to be with her. The look in

his eyes had changed, he had someone, and a place to protect.

This was going to be his new life, this was how it was going to be.

Chris.

She was the only person in his life that mattered to him now. His

family was dead, most of comrades were gone.

No matter how bad things seemed to get, it always a letter from her, or

seeing her, or just being with her that made it clear.

There was no reason to fight anymore.

Ralph walked across the cold floor, laying down in bed beside Chris.

Chris moved away, to place her book on the bed stand and to turn out the

lights.

Ralph could feel her warm body as she moved under the covers. He could

feel her against his own, he could feel Chris' bare skin against his

own.

Ralph moved his leg over Chris, as he entered her.

He looked into Chris' eyes, God did she look beautiful.

moved his body against hers, listening as she let out a noise of

passion.

Ralph could feel the touch of her fingers against his skin, as she

touched his body, his lips against hers.

There bodies moved, almost dreamlike, moving as one.

Ralph could feel the sweat on her skin, as her tender body moved in

rhythm with his, until they reached the point.

Ralph laid his head on Chris' chest, feeling her warm skin.

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Count Townsend sat alone in his office, looking at the empty bottle

that stood on the edge of his desk.

Brandy.

Townsend picked up the empty bottle, feeling the cool glass against his

hand.

He opened his top desk drawer and placed the empty bottle inside.

He that he shouldn't have been drinking, but he couldn't help it.

Sometimes, some nights, it seemed to help ease the pain, to get through the

night.

He had taken the late shift, when he started, nearly all the paperwork

for the day was done, and he had half a bottle of brandy

The paperwork was done, and the bottle was empty.

In the morning, there would be fresh stacks of forms coming in.

Harrow and Norton had both come in during the day, and made the offer

to take over his shift, so he could get some rest.

Since he returned back to work, he had worked nearly every night.

He had taken off a few days, to attend Trowa and Midii's wedding.

He was for Trowa, but still, the same feelings came back to haunt him.

The feelings of loneliness.

Trowa was less then half his age, Mitchell was only a few years older

then he was. They both had married, and had left the service. They had

someone, they had something to hold onto.

Townsend looked around the empty office. It seemed even now in this

world of peace, even the Preventers seemed like they were not needed.

Most of the weapons left over from the war had been destroyed, or were

waiting to scrapped. The groups, many of them had long since been

broken up, and with every passing day, week, year, it seemed less and less

likely anyone would take up the fight.

Since the engagement with Ralph Kurt, his unit had not led in one

single engagement.

He had been held in reserve for Sally Po's unit.

Now they weren't even being held in reserve.

Townsend didn't want a war, or see any more of the young soldiers in

his command die.

But as long as there was peace with no disturbances, the funding to the

Preventers would be cut.

Most of the soldiers were still young yet, and would be able to move

on. Norton probably would move on with his life, probably get married.

Maybe the same for Captain Harrow.

Being a soldier was the only thing Townsend had known, had become

obosolete.

There nothing for him to fight for, no one he could be with.

There was nothing.

Townsend breathed deeply, he could feel the cool air in the empty

office.

To be continued.