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Could be considered the sequel to My Hero.
The song Kryptonite belongs to 3 Doors Down. The characters of Gundam
Wing belong to Sunrise and Bandai and the creators, not me. I own nothing.
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//I took a walk around the world to
Ease my troubled mind
I left my body laying somewhere
In the sands of time
I watched the world float to the dark
Side of the moon
I feel there is nothing I can do, yeah//
She had evicted him, coldly throwing him out on his arse as he had
told her she could. He shook his head attempting to rid his mind of its
troubled thoughts as the loudspeakers crackled to life.
"All passengers bound for the L-3 colony cluster please report to customs.
All passengers bound for L-3 colony cluster please report to customs."
He shifted in his seat, before gathering his bags. He had bought the
ticket to see Catherine in hopes that a jaunt around the ESUN would help
ease his troubled mind. That it would distance the memories of his separation
from Midii, softening them and making the pain easier to bear.
"Destination?"
"Colony X18999," he answered softly, watching with disinterest as they
thoroughly searched his bags. Colony X18999 was not to be trusted in the
people's minds and he understood that. The Barton's had held the reins of
the colony for years and it had often been the center of trouble. First
Heero Yuy's assassination, then launching him to take part in Operation Meteor
and finally the attempted coup of the ESUN.
"You're clear."
//I watched the world float to the
Dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be something
To do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll my friend at the end//
He watched the stars from his window and finally he watched the earth
appear as a blue marble suspended in space. His heart ached. She was there,
alone in her grief. He wished she could forgive him, that she would let
him help her.
"Sir?" A stewardess asked softly and he ignored her. Immersed in his own private grief.
He remembered it all clearly, though he wished he didn't.
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The medical stench of the hospital permeated through the small waiting
room. The young man and woman sat waiting anxiously for news of their loved
ones. Hands clasped, white knuckled with worry.
"They're fighters Trowa, they'll be ok," his sister murmured over and
over again as she tried to comfort him. The fingers of her free hand stroking
across his back, soothing him as much as she could.
The sound of the door easing open ripped through the room, and someone
stepped through, so concealed behind the surgical scrubs that it was difficult
to identify the figure as it crossed the room towards them.
"Sir, your wife is unconscious at the moment. The Doctor's expect
her to make a full recovery," he let out a sigh of relief.
"And my daughter?" He asked softly, already expecting the news to be
good. If Midii was all right then surely their daughter was as well, he
thought.
"Your daughter is in critical condition sir, the damage was too severe
for someone so young. She only has a few hours left," his fell to the floor
a strangled cry escaping his lips as he wept. Burrowing his face into the
waiting arms of his sister.
"Sir, you can sit with her if you want," the nurse said, breaking through his grief sorrow in her own pale cinnamon eyes.
"Please," he croaked and they led him away.
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She had hated him after that, blaming him for her loss as he blamed himself.
//If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite//
He pushed through customs in a daze, eyes searching out the familiar
site of Cathy and the Ringmaster. And he smiled when he saw them, the first
smile to grace his face since the terrible news of his daughters impending
death.
"Trowa, it's so good to see you," Cathy said as she enveloped in a bone crushing hug.
"Trowa, do you think I could convince you to temp as a clown for the
next few weeks," the Ringmaster asked as they shook hands and Trowa nodded.
Grateful to be in the bosom of his family once more.
"Sir!" Cathy admonished the older man, smacking him lightly on the
shoulder. Her antics causing Trowa to break out in laughter.
"It's ok," he finally said, smiling at his sister. "I've missed being your target."
"I hope you don't have any suicidal notions."
"I've stopped with those. I just need time to think."
"It's good to see you Trowa, I just wish..."
"Me too." He smiled at her glad for the silent understanding.
"You know, I'd begun to think you'd reverted to type. It's good to see your smile."
"I haven't had much to smile about lately," she hugged him again offering the comfort he so desperately needed.
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"I was pregnant you know."
"Yes, I know."
"No, I mean I was pregnant at the time of the accident. I lost the baby."
He glanced at her, his heart breaking just a little more at the realization that he had lost not one child but two.
"How far along," he asked his voice ragged from the tears he had already wept.
"Almost three months. I was going to tell you that night."
"I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't." She snorted, as she leaned back in the chair.
Face pale as she huddled in on herself, retreating further and further into
the brittle shell she had erected around her heart.
"You're a liar as well. You said you'd be there for me, but you weren't.
You can hardly call yourself my Hero." She whispered as she turned her
back to him, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
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"Cathy, I miss her so much," he whispered into his sister’s hair as
he held her tight. The ringmaster watching from the sidelines as the siblings
held each other.
//You call me strong, you call me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times I
Never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head, if
Not for me then you would be dead
I picked you up and put you back
On solid ground//
He fell back into the routine of the circus as if he never left. Feeding
the lions, practicing his high wire acts and playing the target for Cathy's
knife routine.
And at night he dreamed. He dreamed of the first failure, in the clearing
with Alliance planes flying over heard and her crying at the end of his gun.
He dreamed of finding her in the Alliance bunker, like a broken doll. Of
saving her from thugs and paying her medical bills.
Her lavender eyes haunted him. Her laughter teased him, taunted him.
Until finally he gave in and said his goodbyes to the circus.
"I have to go back to her," he said to Cathy as he packed his bags and she smiled.
"I knew you would. You love her too much to give up. And she loves you."
//If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well, will you be
There holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side with
My superhuman might
Kryptonite//
"Trowa?" A soft voice called tentatively and he smiled as he stepped from the shadows.
"I'm home." He whispered, holding his arms open as she dived into them.
"I'm so sorry, so so sorry." Her voice muffled by his chest. And he
smiled, forgiving her already, as he gathered her close.
"I Love you. I will always love you."
"Thank you."
He picked her up then, carrying her over the threshold, laughing and crying at the same time.
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