Disclaimer: See previous part(s). I hope I got my German spelling correct for the lullaby.

 

Friday, December 20 AC 198

     Dorothy growled under her breath.

     “What is it?” asked Quatre.

     “Nothing,” she answered, barely audible. She looked out the window.

     “Are you sure?” he asked again. Dorothy did not answer. It was burning a hole in her pocket.

     “I won’t make you tell me if you don’t want to,” Quatre told her.

     She muttered thanks. She could feel the contents of her pocket.

Dear Dora,

     I’m sure by now that you are getting tired of my nickname for you, but as I said before, it is shorter than Dorothy. This will be your last letter. Are you sad? This is almost done. That key goes to your top drawer in the former office of your grandfather, Duke Dermail. By the way, I almost forgot to ask how it goes with you managing everyone’s assets. I know that the Duke left you with the remnants of Romefeller. You will be happy…or upset…to hear that with me dead, you are my father’s heir. Yes, when he dies, you get it all, more paperwork. Get your reward now. You will hear no more from your silly cousin. I love you, my darling cousin. Please, forgive me.

                                                                                Affectionately,

                                                                                   Melita Khushrenada

 

Sunday, December 22 AC 198

     Hilde sang a lullaby to her small daughter. She smiled as the baby cooed and gurgled. Oleksandr sulked in the back. He was forced to help his older sister with her child. He knew, though, that as soon as everything was finished, he was going to court to be tried for his crimes. He was not sure what they were, but Hilde assured him that they would tell him what they were.

     “I can’t believe you did that!” she said as she changed Caitlyn’s diaper.

     “What? I said I’m sorry! It seemed like a good idea at the time.”

     “Oleksandr Adrian Schbeiker!”

     “I always wanted to rule Earth…. Since I was just sitting in boarding school on Earth, I decided to go for it,” he informed, “My friends thought it was great idea.”

     “Your friends are idiots.”

     “No they’re not! Well, yes…they are, sort of. Okay, yeah, they’re complete imbeciles, but I still value their opinion.”

     “I don’t know why.”

     “You’re lucky Mom and Dad are dead,” he told her, changing the subject.

     “Why is that?” she asked.

     “You’re eighteen, not married, and have a kid,” he pointed out.

     “Shut up!” she almost yelled. Then she left the room. At this point, Caitlyn started to cry. A knock came from the door. Oleksandr opened it while bouncing Caitlyn and found two nuns.

     Oleksandr blinked, “Hello, Sisters.”

     They smiled, “Hello is your sister home?”

     “Uh, yeah, she is…but I think I upset her.” The nuns simply smiled more and came in when he offered. They found Hilde immediately and went to have a private chat with her.

     Oleksandr batted his eyelids, “Okay, just go.” He kept bouncing the infant as he kept screaming her head off.

     “Just sing to her!” called Hilde, “She likes Brahms’ Lullaby!”

     “I don’t the words in English! Mum always sang in German!” he retorted.

     “Then sing it in German!!” she called. He muttered fine before singing,

Guten Abend, gute Nacht, Mit Rosen bedacth,

Mit Naeglein besteckt, schlupf unter die Deck’

Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du weider geweckt

Morgen frueh, wenn Gott will, wirst du weider geweckt

 

Guten Abend, gue Nacht, Von Englein bewacht

Die zeigen im Traum, dir Christkindleins Baum

Schlaf nun selig und sues, Schau im Traum’s Paradies

Schlaf nun selig und sues, Schau im Traum’s Paradies

     After the song, Caitlyn calmed. She settled in his arms and fell asleep.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-5:45 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “Are you ready?” Quatre asked over the phone.

     A voice groggy with sleep answered, “Did you know that a quarter to six came twice a day?”

     He could not help but chuckle some, “Yes, I’ve known that for some time.”

     “The sun isn’t even up,” the voice was in need of sleep, “No one’s stupid enough to be up at this hour…except us.”

     “Yes, yes,” he said patiently, “Now, you need to do your part.”

     “And then I can sleep?”

     “When this is done, I promise you can sleep all you want.”

     “Yay!”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-5:50 (Colony L-2N64370)

     Dolly Court was reporting about the wonderful new daycare center, “And they always have plenty of juice and crackers for the little ones.” Her grin was white and wide, exactly how she wanted it. Her hair was well-groomed, and she was excited about being able to report from the colonies.

     “The workers here wish everyone a merry Christmas,” she smiled, about to add her own greeting, but she was cut-off by an overriding program. Suddenly little creatures popped up and said hello before bouncing along the hills.

     “What the hell happened?” asked the producer, “Fix it!”

     “Um, we can’t,” sheepishly admitted the technician.

     “Why not?”

     “Someone’s superseding all of our programming with this stupid show,” the technician answered.

     “Damn it,” cursed the producer.

     “What happened to my big debut to the colonies?” inquired Dolly, seeing the broadcasting light off.

     “Someone’s bumped us off,” her cameraman informed her.

     “I’m calling Joe!” she announced, picking up her phone and dialing. However, she was not greeted with ringing of connecting the call but with the voices and giggles of the creatures on the television.

     “I wonder what’s going on,” speculated the cameraman.

     “Oh,” she said, clearly upset, “I hate television!”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-6:00 (Colony L-3C6445)

     “Do you think everything’s ready?” asked Duo.

     “Why don’t you pick up the phone?” suggested Wufei. Duo shrugged and picked up the phone where he heard giggling, high-pitched voices. He dialed a few numbers and got nothing except the same voices.

     “Yeah, Amaya has that block going on,” he reported.

     “What is the code we need to get it through?” inquired his partner.

     “Uh…” Duo quickly searched his memory, “I’m not sure…. Did she ever tell you? Did she ever say?”

     “You don’t know?” Wufei asked, alerted, “I wasn’t told!”

     “Now how will we get through?” Duo conjectured, “We can’t call her now!”

     “You should have asked before this, Maxwell!” Wufei snapped.

     “So should you have, Chang,” Duo replied angrily.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-6:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “Sally, the overruling started,” Catherine informed, “I want to ask Jet something. What’s the code?”

     Sally looked at her, alarmed, “You don’t know?”

     “I thought you did,” confessed Catherine, pale as her co-worker, “You don’t know it?

     “We’re screwed,” declared Sally. She got out her personal code activator (PCA) and stared at it. After a few moments, she started pressing random buttons.

     “I’m thinking just pressing any button won’t help us at all,” Catherine said.

     “I know, I know,” Sally said, “But it couldn’t hurt.”

     On the other side of the colony, a similar conversation was being held.

     “What do you mean you don’t know that code?” Jet all but screamed, “You’re the one who taught her how to do all that! And you didn’t get that code?”

     “She hadn’t decided at that point,” Heero explained, slightly afraid but you could not really tell, “and I got called away…by you!”

     “We didn’t leave that second!” she pointed out, “You could have talked to her later!”

     “So could you!” he called attention to.

     “I was busy packing my things and your things! You just spent time with those pilots, skipping out of work!”

     “That’s not what I was doing! Honest!” he swore. He regained his “Heero-ness” and finished, “I was working on my mission.” She rolled her eyes.

     “Somehow I doubt that.” Heero typed on the computer.

     “Heero! You’re not helping!”

     Inside the Winner residence for the colony, Sylvia and Relena waited in anticipation. They were anxious to get out for good. Sally told them that they would be leaving this day.

     “Do you have a plan?” inquired Sylvia.

     “Nope,” replied Relena, “Do you?”

     “Nothing,” she confessed, “I wonder what’s on the news.” She turned on the television. She was met by colorful creatures singing in shrill voices.

     “What’s that?” asked Relena, wide eyed.

     “I have no idea,” Sylvia confessed, “But it’s on every channel….”

     Relena smiled, “That must mean Amaya did it.”

     “We’ll be out of here soon,” squealed Sylvia. The girls practically jumped and danced around the room.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-6:00 (Colony L-1V0853)

     “Okay,” Noin announced, “I’m ready to go to the lab. Are you?”

     “Yeah,” Zechs told her, pulling on his coat. He grabbed his link to the others and stepped outside with his wife.

     “How far away is the lab again?” Noin requested.

     “Only a few minutes,” he answered. The two walked in silence until they got to the lab disguised as a closed florist’s shop. The door was locked naturally, so Zechs was forced to jimmy it.

     “How long do you think it’s been not operational?”

     “A few days,” guessed Zechs. They looked around the place, noting the different vials marked.

     “Isn’t this the cure to that mystery disease that swept the L-2 colonies a few years ago?” questioned Noin. Zechs nodded. “We better tell Sally that there are medical cures here.”

     “Yes,” he agreed, taking out their link. He looked at it.

     “What is it?” she inquired.

     “I just hear some weird gibberish,” he told her, “What’s the override code?”

     “I thought you got it,” she explained.

     “You were supposed to get it,” he said.

     “No, I was busy looking for the labs and their contents,” she elucidated.

     “I was getting us a place to stay and transportation. While you had the computer search, you were supposed to get that code.”

     “I told you that it was taking awhile to ‘get the computer to search,’ so you agreed to get the code since you were able to do all that pretty quickly!”

     “You said you had everything under control!”

     “But you promised to get the code!”

     “I DID NOT!”

     “YES YOU DID!”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-6:00 (Colony L-5B4505)

     Midii surveyed the last soldiers. They had no mobile suits and barely guns left, but they had enough things to make weapons, so they would still be a formidable foe. However, once they came up against her and her boyfriend, they would lose the battle and be forced to surrender. Perhaps the trials for their treason would lenient. She smiled at this.

     “This should be easy,” Trowa calmly said.

     “Just what I was thinking,” Midii exclaimed.

     “Look at the screen,” Trowa gestured upwards. Midii looked and smirked.

     “So they have no communication,” she said.

     “That’s what it looks like. Good thing we have that code in case we need it.”

     She nodded, “Yeah, I know.”

     Trowa readjusted himself in order to be comfier. The remaining troops were not a huge threat to Earth Sphere at the beginning of the year, but now they could topple the fragile government. In reality, the enduring militia was a bit much for him and Midii. He was sure she knew it, but she was one for positive thinking ever since she took that class. They would simply have to make due with the soldiers until Duo and Wufei could join them.

     “In case we get separated and I need to contact you or someone, what’s the code?” queried Trowa.

     Midii turned and stared at him, “You didn’t get it?”

     Trowa’s eyes widened ever so slightly as he turned to gaze at her, “No, you…I thought you did.”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-6:10

     “Hey, guys,” Amaya’s voice came from their links, “guess you want those codes, huh?” Silence answered her as she knew they would not respond but glare at her voice.

     “That’d be a nice thing,” Sally responded.

     “It’s your birthdays,” she enlightened, “I put each of your birthdays as an override code. That can’t be too hard to remember, can it?”

     “Is this line secure?” Heero inquired.

     “I’m fairly certain,” Amaya told them.

     “And how did you get our birthdays when some of us don’t even know or have them?” Duo asked.

     “You had to put something down for your Preventer records, correct?”

     “Yeah, so?” Duo wondered.

     “What are you getting at, woman? You don’t have access to them,” Wufei pointed out.

     “Well, I do, and I got your birthdays from the records, so use whatever you put down,” she instructed.

     “How did you get those files?” Zechs asked. All seemed pretty dismayed about this.

     “I let her see your files,” a voice that sounded familiar said. However, they were not able to identify the speaker right off hand.

     “Who are you?”

     “She’s my supplier of infinite knowledge on all of you, so if I have to change the codes, I have many things from which to choose. Have fun and good luck!” Amaya signed out, cheerfully.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-7:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “Okay, we’re inside…finally,” Catherine whispered.

     “It could be worse!” Sally pointed out.

     “And it could be better!” Catherine said under her breath. They slinked through the corridors past doors, searching for the one that would have the girls behind it.

     “What did Zechs and Noin have to say?” asked Catherine as they continued their hunt.

     “They found medical vials, the cures to some of the diseases there,” Sally let her know; “I’ll have to check them out later. They’re saving them for me to examine.”

     “Ah-ha!” Catherine exclaimed, “I found the door to their room.”

     “Good,” Sally said. They took a few minutes to get the door open. They walked in, expecting to find the girls either resting on the couch or talking; however, they were greeted with abandonment. After a quick search through the rooms, they determined that neither Relena nor Sylvia was in their previous room of confinement.

     “Where could they have gone?” wondered Catherine.

     Sally scratched the back of her head with her gun, “I’m not so sure…. They didn’t leave us clues, and I doubt that man knew about this….”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-7:15 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “Relena, this was a great idea,” Sylvia praised, “But what if we miss Catherine and Sally?”

     “How can we?” she asked, “We’re taking the back routes like they would have.”

     “But maybe they took the direct route undercover.”

     “No, Sylvia, they must be delayed or something.”

     “You think they’re shot?”

     “Not at all, and if they are, Sally’s a doctor after all. Catherine’s dealt with injuries herself.”

     Sylvia sighed a breath of relief, “I’m glad for that. Which way now?”

     “Let’s just take the stairs down,” suggested Relena.

     “Good idea.”

     “Thanks.”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-7:45 (Colony L-3C6445)

     Duo gazed over his set-up. It looked good, and the machine blinked “set-up ok.” He knew better than to trust that little mechanism from past experience.

     “Is everything done?” Wufei asked.

     “I’ve done my share, what about you?”

     “Of course I’ve done what I was assigned to do.”

     “So let’s blow this joint. I mean, can’t this be the end?”

     “It better be,” Wufei said, “I’m getting fed up with these revolts and people not wanting this world.”

     “Weren’t you a part of one at one point?”

     “Shut up, Maxwell.”

     Duo laughed, “Alright, if you say so.” He pushed the detonation button, and the plant was only alive in memories.

     “Let’s go take care of the next one,” suggest Duo as he leapt down. Wufei followed.

     “It’s only an hour away.”

     “Oh, goodie, I can’t wait…. I’m beginning to hate walking.”

     “Can we be silent on our way over there?”

     “Why would we do that?”

     “Shut up, Maxwell.”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-8:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “His files are totally deleted from all his computers,” Jet happily declared.

     “Good,” Heero said as he shut his laptop, “Let Amaya know we’re going into phase two of our part.”

     “Yeah, yeah,” Jet said. She punched in one of the many codes. “Amaya, we’ve finished his computer files and we’re going to his office now, ok?” However, she was not answered. Instead, slow, rhythmic breathing was heard from the other end. “Amaya?”

     “Why isn’t she responding?” asked Heero. He listened to Amaya’s end, “Is she sleeping?”

     “I think so,” Jet responded, “Amaya! Amaya, wake up!”

     “Ah!” screeched Amaya as she was awoken from her slumber, “What is it? You don’t have to scream.”

     “Well, you shouldn’t be sleeping.”

     “Well, I’m tired and I’m not doing anything. What is it?”

     “We’ve finished erasing his computer files, and we’re going to his office now, ok?” Jet said slowly, pronouncing each word fully.

     “Okay,” Amaya mimicked then reported, “Sally and Catherine apparently can’t find Relena and Sylvia. Duo and Wufei are on their way to the next plant. Midii and Trowa are fighting those guys. Zechs and Noin found medical tubes, so they’re keeping them. Quatre and Dorothy haven’t reported. In fact, I haven’t heard from Dorothy in a few days. She just left Quatre, have you guys seen her?”

     Jet looked a bit impatient and exasperated, “No. Now, can we go or do you have any more gossip?”

     “I do, but you don’t sound in the mood for it.”

     She rolled her eyes, and Heero turned off the link.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-8:30 (Colony L-1V0853)

     Zechs carefully placed the vials in one of three carrying cases. One was for the medical cures to present to Sally at the end of the day, and the other two were to jettison off into space as they returned to Mars.

     “Zechs, do you think this will truly be the end of any major revolts?” Noin asked.

     He nodded, “Yes, I do. It better be because I am tired of making trips to and from the Earth. I would like to stay on Mars for awhile this time.”

     She smiled, “So would I. It’d be good for a family. Traveling and taking care of rebellions is not a good way to start having children.”

     “I know,” he agreed, vigilantly putting the vials in safe cases, “We barely have time to make a child.”

     “But we do,” she smirked, also placing a vial in the case, “In fact we don’t have to for a year or so.”

     He eyed her, “What do you mean? You want to wait for a kid for a year or something?”

     “Zechs! No, I’m pregnant! I took the test this morning before we left.”

     It took all he had not to drop the vial, “You’re pregnant? Are you serious? Like what Hilde and Duo had a few months ago?”

     She rolled her eyes, “Yes, like Duo and Hilde had a few months ago. Now, we’ll have to get back to Mars soon or I won’t be able to travel until after the birth.” Zechs concentrated on getting rid of the diseases and such. It could have been in Noin’s mind, but it seemed to her that he was being even more careful than he was before she told him.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-8:50 (Colony L-3C6445)

     Duo rubbed his neck. This was a bit harder to pull off than the other one. He placed charges where he figured they would do the most damage. Nonetheless, the place was strangely built, and there was no way of telling how it would really work.

     “Hey Wufei!” called Duo, “Are you having a hard time with this place, too?”

     His first instinct was either to reply sarcastically or to deny it and then insult Maxwell on having a hard time, but after a couple of years with ‘those people,’ he decided to reply honestly, “Just a bit. This place was definitely made with us in mind for blowing it up. They wanted to make sure we couldn’t do it so easily.”

     “So how’d they know about us?” Duo winked, “I guess we’re pretty popular and famous.”

     “Maxwell, don’t think so highly of yourself. There are many people with lower skills than we who could have done the exact same thing to that other base. They just made this one extra hard.”

     “Aw, you’re no fun.”

     “I can see your daughter will be a whiner.”

     “Hey!”

     “Now who can’t take a joke?”

     Duo blinked a bit before laughing. It was a rare opportunity for him to hear one of his comrades make a joke over which was actually worth laughing.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-9:00 (Colony L-5B4505)

     “Trowa, how are we going to be able to pull this off?” asked Midii as she shot and threw ‘flash-bang’ grenades.

     “I’m not sure,” he answered truthfully; “There are a lot more here than we originally calculated, and even that was a bit much for us to handle!” He was doing the same as Midii, though he tried to shield her somewhat without her knowing.

     “It’s like they have reserves or something” Midii shouted at him. Something clicked in Trowa’s mind, and he pulled Midii behind cover to get out.

     “Trowa, how can you think of retreating?” Midii asked, astonished and appalled.

     “I’m not running away,” he explained, “But I need to contact Amaya, and she won’t be able to hear me with all this gunfire, and I’m not leaving you here alone.”

     “I suppose they’re not going to run out of bullets or anything while we’re gone,” Midii decided. She followed Trowa out where he was able to make the call.

     “Amaya, I need to ask you something. It’s important,” Trowa said, “Amaya?” They could hear running water, and Trowa shouted her name along with Midii. This time the water abruptly stopped as a door, presumably to a shower, opened and Amaya’s voice came over.

     “Yeah? Sorry, I was getting clean. At least I took it in the room with me.”

     “Apologies later,” Midii told her.

     “What happened to that ring Quatre gave you?” Trowa asked her hurriedly. He could hear the soldier searching for them.

     “I still have it,” she told him, “Um, why? Don’t you have more important things to worry about instead of my—”

     “The stone! It’s a crystal, right?”

     “Yeah, I suppose it is….”

     “Damn it,” Trowa cursed, “We need it here, now.”

     “Is there anyway you could send it to us?” Midii asked, though she knew it was futile.

     “Uh, um…” they heard Amaya fumble with something, most likely a towel, and then talk with a person who was obviously right outside her door. After a minute or two of speedy conversation, which was agonizing for two people hiding, Amaya returned.

     “Yeah, I can have it there in a couple of hours if you two can hold out for that long,” Amaya told him.

     “How can you do that?” Midii asked, “Are you delivering it personally or something? The mail system takes forever even with express mail!”

     Er-I can’t exactly tell you—”

     “Thanks, Amaya,” Trowa said, “We have to go now.” He hung up and grabbed Midii’s wrist. They fled from the soldiers and decided to play catch me if you can.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-9:30 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “Relena, I really think we should have met up with Catherine and Sally by now,” Sylvia told her.

     Relena tried to remain calm, “They’re here…somewhere.”

     “But where?” Sylvia practically screeched, “This place is huge! Remind me to get onto Quatre about that when we see him next.” Relena randomly choose a corridor in her head.

     “They have to be down the left one,” she said confidently.

     “I’m sure,” muttered Sylvia. They walked down the corridor, hopeless that they would actually bump into their rescuers.

     “There you two are!” exclaimed a voice. The girls turned to see Catherine and Sylvia. They ran up to them.

     “How glad we are to see you two,” Sylvia said cheerfully.

     “That makes four of us,” Sally said, “Do you two feel okay?”

     “Perfectly fine,” Relena affirmed.

     Let Dr. Sally look over though,” Catherine instructed. They slipped into a room where Sally gave them a check-up.

     Sally smirked, “Wufei hates it when I give him a check up. I always find something wrong with him.”

     “How often do you give him a check up?” inquired Sylvia as Relena was checked over.

     “Only once or twice a week,” she said with mock innocence. The girls laughed.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-10:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     “There,” Jet wiped her brow, “All his hard records are gone forever…gone with the wind.” Her joke made her chuckle some. Heero just looked at her curiously.

     “Never mind, Heero,” she told him.

     “I’ll go take care of Nabil now,” he informed, “Go join the girls.”

     “Once we finally found out everything, this was a pretty easy of getting rid of him,” Jet said for an on-the-bright-side comment.

     “Yes, I know,” Heero said, “But I think Quatre’s cousin just wants to end his life, so he’s not putting up too much of a fight. Plus Quatre did put most of this together and he surely knows his cousin.”

     “True.”

     “I’ll be on my way then.”

     “I mine,” Jet said. She said good-bye and promised to make him chicken for dinner then left to join the girls.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-10:30 (Colony L-1F65839)

     Noin could tell that Zechs was staring at her even though he was intent on staring at the viruses. She wished he would tell her how he felt about her being pregnant, but he would not. She figured he would not say anything until after they got home.

     “At least that’s in the near future,” she said to herself.

     “What?”

     She smiled, “Nothing, just talking to myself.”

     “Oh.”

     “Do you think it’s wise to jettison this stuff out into space?”

     “I don’t see why not. We’ll make sure it’s totally out of Earth’s orbit and Mars’ too.”

     “Why don’t we help dispose of them?” suggested someone.

     “Who’s there?” demanded Zechs, gun out, making sure he was guarding Noin even more so than he usually would have done.

     “Relax,” insisted the person, two others were with her, “We were sent by Une. We’re technically not allowed to call ourselves Preventers since they don’t exist anymore.”

     “But who cares,” the man to her right said, “That’s what we are.”

     “Actually, we’re not preventing anything except infection,” the man to her left pointed out, “We’re more like Mothers, cleaning out the children’s trash.”

     Zechs kept his gun on them, “Show me proof.”

     “Would you two be quiet?” requested the woman, “Of course we have proof.” She handed Zechs a letter. He read it and made certain it was not fake. “I could even contact Miss Vandivier if you need more proof.” Noin read it too.

     “It’s all the proof we need,” smiled Noin, “You can help us.” The woman smiled, and they worked together.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-10:40 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     Quatre sipped his tea and looked at his cousin.

     Nabil smiled, “You realize that our parents used to do this.”

     “I’m sure they did,” there was no smile on Quatre’s face.

     “That ended my mother’s life,” Nabil reminded.

     “It did not,” Quatre said for the umpteenth time, “Can we please not talk about your mother? We’ve just spent the last few hours talking about her.”

     “Would you rather talk about your father?” Nabil asked, hurt.

     “No”

     “Then what do you want to talk about?”

     “Almost anything else,” Quatre said, exasperated, “I’m beginning to think that your only motivation in life is to avenge your mother.”

     “It is,” Nabil told him, “As you have found out, I have done that…I don’t have to live anymore.”

     Quatre became alarmed, “What?”

     “Your friend is free to kill me. I don’t care anymore. I never had children, so I left everything to you as Mother requested.”

     “Nabil! You-you can’t….”

     “You’d rather me go to trial and drag the family through the media coverage? No, even if your friend doesn’t kill me, I’ve already taken enough sedative in my tea to kill me. Don’t worry, little cousin, you’re perfectly safe. I didn’t put any in yours.”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-10:40 (Colony L-3C6445)

     “You’ll never get the job done that way,” a man informed Duo and Wufei. The duo turned weapons out of course.

     “Don’t shoot,” he instructed nonchalantly, “I’m from Une.” He showed them proof. They took it and read it.

     “Okay,” Wufei reluctantly accepted him, “What do you suggest we do?”

     “Will you let my men do help?” he asked. They nodded. He gave the signal, and a group of ten to fifteen men went through a moved some of the charges.

     “There,” the man said, “now it’s ready.”

     “You think we need help?” Wufei asked angrily.

     “Yeah,” agreed Duo, “We’ve taken care of two other plants before this one!”

     “Everyone needs help,” the man reminded, “And in this new era, you’re not Gundam pilots. We’re all Preventers here; no one’s better than another.”

     The boys were forced to agree.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-10:50 (Colony L-5B4505)

     “What exactly did you need from Amaya’s ring?” asked Midii.

     “That crystal…they’ll recognize it and know we have the upper hand,” Trowa informed her. Soldiers surrounded them, guns aimed at them.

     “Is this the end, Nanashi?” Midii inquired. Suddenly a few soldiers went down. Gunfire came from outside the ring. Men and women in Preventer jackets came up, surrounding the soldiers. They surrendered. One man came through, holding up the crystal.

     “I believe you specially ordered a crystal,” he said with a grin.

     “What happened?” Trowa asked, relieved.

     “Une decided that if the Preventers couldn’t be around with government funding, we should still fight back,” he grinned.

     “I’m glad for that,” Midii smiled.

     “So how are things going with the others?” Trowa said.

     “Don’t know,” the man declared, “Why don’t you call?”

     Trowa punched in a code, “Amaya? Are you there?”

     “Yeah, I’m here,” she said, sounding more awake than she had for the whole day.

     “That’s good,” Midii said, “What’s going on with everyone?”

     “Une finally got the Preventers up to space and coordinated everywhere. Duo and Wufei have finished with their help, and they’re on their way to you, but it sounds like you don’t need it. Some specialists from the chemical department or something met up with Zechs and Noin, and now the maladies are being properly disposed of. Catherine and Sally said that they finally found Relena and Sylvia, and they’re perfectly healthy. Jet should be there by now, and Relena will make her speech any minute now. Heero is meeting up with Quatre any moment now to assassinate Nabil.

     “Did you guys get that crystal like you wanted?”

     “Yeah, we did,” Trowa told her.

     “That’s good,” she said then a plop, “Aw, dang it!”

     “What? What is it?” Midii asked, concerned somewhat.

     “I dropped the link in my syrup. I’m disconnecting so I can clean it….”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-11:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     Quatre stared at his cousin. He knew that he would probably die before Heero got there. Nevertheless, Heero walked in the room at that moment.

     Nabil smiled, “I see that my time as ended. Soon I’ll be with Allah.”

     “You think you’ll make it to him?” asked in his head.

     Heero raised his gun, “If you say so.”

     “I heard that you vowed not to kill anyone ever again,” Nabil said.

     “If you’re trying to plead for you life,” Heero started.

     “Not at all, my young guest,” he answered, “But I already took the liberty of letting you keep your promise.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “He’s taken a massive amount of sedatives,” Quatre sighed. Heero looked between the two Winners. Nabil closed his eyes, never opening them again. After half an hour, one of them spoke.

     “So, I guess he’s gone.”

     “Yeah….”

     “It’s for the best.”

     “I know.”

     “You want to go back to the others now?”

     He nodded in agreement.

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-12:00 (Colony L-4Y45263)

     Jet held the camera up as Sally monitored the computer. Relena composed herself.

     “People of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation. I would like you all to know that I am alive and well. No harm has come to me or any of my comrades. The threats of JL Khushrenada, Li Yen, and Nabil Winner have been taken care of. They are, unfortunately, dead. All of the details to their deaths will be released later, probably after the New Year begins.

     “I am sorry for any confusion that might have occurred on our absences, but we will try to rectify any disputes in the coming months. For General and Mrs. Vandivier, your daughter is perfectly fine, aside from getting up very early this morning,” Relena’s smiled widened, “To the relatives and close friends of the Winner family, Quatre will be on his way home very soon. To Sylvia Noventa’s loved ones, she is looking forward to coming home tomorrow. To my brother and sister-in-law, thank you for your help. And to my own mother, whom I seemed to have neglected these past few years, I love you, and I will gladly spend all of my holidays and birthdays with you as long as you want me to.

     “Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone.”

 

Tuesday, December 24 AC 198-14:30 (Moon)

     Quatre hugged Amaya as everyone came back for a small reunion.

     “I took the override off a couple hours ago,” Amaya told them.

     “That’s good,” Duo said, “Now I can get back to watching television, after I get Hilde and pay the sisters.”

     “Why does everything either end or begin around Christmas?” Amaya asked them.

     “Yes,” agreed Midii, “Christmas does seem to have many events for anniversaries.”

     “Like the Eve Wars,” Trowa said.

     “And the Mariemaia incident,” Une told them.

     “Well, I guess everyone likes presents,” Zechs said, “And some are different than others.” They all had a tearful goodbye before heading back to their not so quiet lives.

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (Maxwell tentative residence)

     “Duo!” screamed Hilde as he walked through the door. She practically tackled him as she hugged him while he walked through the door.

     “Hilde, babe!” he greeted, grinning.

     “You’re back!” she said, starting to cry.

     “Yeah, I am,” he said in a softer tone. He kissed her then went to see Caitlyn.

     “Where’s that good for nothing brother of yours?”

     Hilde looked down, “The Preventers already took him away…. His court date is on January first.”

     “Well,” Duo said, picking up and hugging his daughter, “He’s only a minor….” Under the makeshift Christmas tree was a little Kiara doll with a gold bow for their daughter.

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (Winner residence)

     “Iria, Maria, Rashid, all of you, I’m perfectly fine,” Quatre insisted. He could not help but laugh.

     “Are you sure, baby brother?” asked Iria, “Let me just look over you.”

     “Sally already did that.”

     “You have a lot of birthdays to make up for,” Maria Eva said with a grin.

     “I know, and I promise I will do just that.”

     “We were very worried about you, Master Quatre,” Rashid said, relief in his eyes, “You should have contacted us.”

     “I’m sorry; I tried to, but it was very difficult, and we were busy,” Quatre excused himself, “I have to go talk to Amaya about this ring I gave her.”

     Iria’s eyes lit up, “Little brother did you really?”

     Quatre looked lost, “Did I what?”

     “Master Quatre, we are all very proud of you,” Rashid beamed.

     “For what?”

     “What do you mean?” Maria Eva said, “You gave Amaya a ring. You proposed! Quatre?” Quatre had fainted, all of it too much to handle. “Is he faking this?”

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (The Circus!)

     “It’s great to be back,” Midii exclaimed as they walked through the grounds.

     “Yes,” Trowa concurred, “I missed the animals.”

     “They missed you,” Catherine said with a smile.

     “At least we’re home in time for Christmas,” Midii pointed out.

     “And we’re together,” Catherine said, “This is turning into one of those sappy Christmas movies.”

     “Well, I don’t plan on going on anymore long missions for awhile,” Trowa announced.

     “Good,” both girls said at once.

     Under one condition,” Trowa told them. They inquired what it was. “You two never again become Gundam pilots.” It was their cheapest Christmas gift hitherto.

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (the place where the Yuys currently reside)

     “Heero, I’m not going on anymore of those things,” Jet told him, “Your fellow pilots are weird.”

     “And you barely know them.”

     “Let’s just have a quiet Christmas. Hollard’s parents were nice enough not to press me with kidnapping when I returned her.”

     “Are we capable of that?”

     “We surely are”

     Heero laughed.

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (Chang hotel room)

     “How is Ling Ling liking Christmas?” Sally asked as she watched the little girl tear threw wrapping paper for a Kiara doll.

     “She’s catching on pretty quickly,” Wufei said, rubbing his eye.

     “What’s wrong? Sleepy?”

     “No, my contacts are bothering me,” he answered, “I need more….”

     “I thought we already had this conversation.”

     “Papa!” exclaimed Ling, “Look what I got!” She showed him her Kiara doll.

     “That’s wonderful, dear,” he said, “Now put with the others.”

     “The others?”

     “Maxwell talked everyone else on the planet into sending us one of those damned dolls,” he explained. Sally understood as Ling opened the door and ten dolls at least were lined up in a row.

 

Wednesday, December 25 AC 198 (Darlian residence)

     “Sylvia, are you sure you’re okay?” Mrs. Darlian asked once more. Sylvia nodded.

     “I’m fine. Thank you for having me over.”

     “It’s no trouble at all,” Relena said, “Noin and Zechs already rushed over to Mars. We had an early Christmas last night and this morning, so I thought I’d spend the rest of the day with you two.”

     “That was very nice of you,” Sylvia thanked.

     “I’m glad to see you again, Relena,” Mrs. Darlian once again repeated, hugging Relena tightly.

     “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Mother,” Relena told her, “Once I did that, the whole world went crazy, it seems.”

     “I’m sure that’s not true,” Mrs. Darlian said.

     “Oh, it is,” Relena assured, “If you look back, everything was fine until I stopped talking to you. You’re the key to peace, not me.”

     “Relena!” chuckled Mrs. Darlian. Sylvia just smiled. Soon afterward, they opened each other’s presents.

     “Did you remember to send Wufei that doll?” asked Relena.

     “Of course I did,” Sylvia said.

     “What doll?” inquired Mrs. Darlian, “Who’s Wufei?”

     “He’s a friend,” Relena answered, “As for the doll….” They fell into giggles at that point.

 

Thursday, December 26 AC 198

     Dorothy clutched her beloved Kiara once more, the real one. It was her day late Christmas present. It was her last link to her past, to the ones she loved.

Dear cousin Dorothy,

     Here is your doll. It’s the real one. I hope she brings you more joy than she ever brought me. She’s the reason for this whole mess, you know. As soon as I stole her, Father came up with the whole crazy scheme, and now that strange man is helping him. I hope by now you know what is going on and resolve it. Maybe you already have.

     I love you. Please, forgive me…for Kiara’s sake. I’d hate for you to look at her with disdain at my memory.

                                                                                Affectionately,

                                                                                   Melita Khushrenada

 

How did it end? Let me know. There’s an epilogue…soon