Standard Disclaimer about me not owning Gundam Wing or it's characters.

AN: This is the Trowa/Midii sequel to AC 202. If you haven't read that you probably won't know what is going on in this story so I recommend you read it. Don't worry it's not as long as it looks.

Trowa was useless in the search for Quatre. Quatre was his best friend, but for whatever reason he wasn't worried about him, his mind kept wondering. Wondering to the other person who he needed to track down, and whose trail was getting older by the second. He had spaced out for the hundredth time that day when Heero brought him back to reality by starring at him blankly until Trowa realized he was there. It had been a minute but when Trowa had finally focused on Heero he could tell his friend was frustrated, "Trowa go home." Trowa starred blankly for a moment shocked, "No, I'm alright." Heero remained immovable, "No you're not. We don't need you." Trowa felt guilty, "Heero…" Amazingly Heero looked like he understood, "We'll find him Trowa. He's one of the most recognizable faces of the century, he didn't just vanish without a trace. Go do what you have to do, I'll keep you informed." Trowa considered this opportunity out and shook his head, "I can't, Cathy-" Heero cut him off, "I'll take care of Cathy. I know this is important to you. If you don't take the opportunities that present themselves to you, they'll vanish. And you'll regret it."

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Midii lay on the unfamiliar bed starring up at the unfamiliar ceiling where a ceiling fan was labouring to perform its duty. She watched numbly as the propellers circled around lazily. She knew what those propellers felt like, repeating a pattern until you felt dizzy. That's exactly how she felt. She was drifting, no that wasn't quite right anymore, now she was sinking. She had been drifting from one place to the next since she left Aya's base with no particular purpose or destination. She had nothing to do and as her idleness prolonged she felt the pull of her old world calling her.

At first she had tried to be a normal young woman and try to experience some of the thing's she had missed out on. She had enrolled in a University on Earth. 3 weeks in she came home from classes and threw her bag against the wall and then slumped to the ground frustrated, "What was I thinking? I hate it here. Those professors don't know anything! What do I care about stupid things like the definition of object parameters? I know what to do with them don't I? I could easily hack into their systems and show them a little something about 'computer science'." It wasn't just boredom in her classes though, she was disappointed that it wasn't working out, she didn't belong. Her classmates worried about things that seemed so meaningless to her, like assignments being due, drinking too much on the weekend, what to wear out that night. She couldn't relate. She knew this wasn't her place so she packed up and left, choosing a colony at random to go to.

She ended up on colony XJG in the L2 cluster. Again she tried to become a normal person. She easily forged herself some credentials and references and got herself a job as a network manager in a posh law firm. The job was all right at first. It was ridiculously easy for her and everyone loved her at the office. She understood the appeal of 'fresh meat' but she knew that wasn't the only reason all the guys were hitting on her. Being irresistible was part of her former job description. She couldn't say yes to any of them though. She wanted to but she couldn't make her mouth form the words.

Nights were quiet, too quiet. She'd been there for 3 weeks and still found herself restless at night with no pattern to fall into. She flipped through the news channels restlessly and froze when she reached a story about 'Quatre Raberba Winner'. The news reporter's voice fell away to a toneless hum. What was important was what was behind the reporter. Two important looking men were discussing something serious but she was only concerned with one. The one with the emerald eyes and the far away look. She couldn't stop herself from kneeling in front of the TV and reaching out to touch the screen. When they cut away to a commercial she shut her eyes bitterly. It wasn't the loss of his image that hurt it was the memory of him their first night together after she had been remanded to his custody.

Her mind swirled with the various sensation's from that night. The night breeze smelling of the sea surrounding them. The way the cool sand felt beneath her bare feet. How soft his eyes looked in the moonlight. The shirt he wore only buttoned up half way revealing just a hint of his smooth chest. How surprisingly gentle he had turned her to face him. How she had shivered when he took her hand. The way his presence had surrounded and intoxicated her. How sincere he had sounded when he said, "I'm sorry."

Midii shook her head trying to scatter the memories, "I was such a fool. Why did I let my guard down? I just wanted it to be over Trowa, that's all I was asking for….But who am I to deny you you're revenge?"

Midii said yes to the first guy who asked her out the next day. Erik remained motionless for a moment trying to decide if he had heard her right. She had shot down every guy in this place for the last 3 weeks, had she just said what he thought she said. Midii was getting impatient, "Um, Erik I said what time are you going to pick me up?" Erik quickly regained his speech capacities, "Oh, how about 7:00?" She gave him a smile that made him light headed, "That's great, I'll see you then."

The news became an obsession for her. She didn't want to see him, didn't want to remember but she flipped through the channels anyway praying for a small glimpse of him. Of course she didn't she him though. At 10 to 7 she was standing at the door impatiently waiting for him to show up. Not surprisingly he brought her to the most popular place on the colony; Cassodio's. On the way there she knew it had been mistake to agree to go out with him. Her mind wouldn't let go of Trowa and she found herself slipping into the autopilot dream date girl she had played so often in the past. She nodded at all the right times and deftly stirred the conversation away from herself so she could remain with her thoughts. She barely noticed when Erik got up to say hi to an old friend and it was lucky for her that she hadn't. When a moment passed in silence she looked up to see he wasn't there. Looking around she spotted him at a table not far from theirs talking to couple that looked none too happy to see him. With panic she realized who the man at the table was. Duo Maxwell, one of Trowa's comrades, they had only met briefly but would he recognize her? Part of her hoped he would look over and see her, maybe then mention it casually to Trowa, but then her professional nature kicked in. Erik was returning, looking slightly embarrassed and she put on her 'delicate girl' act. "Erik, I'm really sorry but I'm just not feeling very well. I guess I should have cancelled but I was just looking forward to this so much." He was jelly. She was home in 20 minutes.

 Her instincts told her to run, to get away, after all she was technically a fugitive since she wasn't with Trowa. 'But wouldn't it be nice to be reunited with him?' the weakest part of her asked and she ignored the question.

The logical part of her new she didn't have time to take everything just pack a few things and get out of here, that guy might of seen her, but instead she sat blankly starring at the television thinking about the unique way he smelled. How she knew she had remembered correctly as a child, no one else did have eyes that colour. The amazing way she felt so peaceful with him, so at home. The feel of his warm breath on her cheek. The electricity when he touched her. How she felt that he believed in her. And how it was all a lie. A clever plan for revenge or to gain the valuable asset Midii Une. He was a pro, she should have recognized him but he threw all of her instincts into a fog and she had loved it, but it had been a lie. Now she knew how he must have felt all those years ago.

That thought did the trick and she was soon on her way. If he found her again she might not be able to stop herself from being used and she just couldn't live like that anymore. Could she? Now she was lying here in an L3 colony and it was so tempting to go back to what she was good at. She hated being used as someone's pawn, as someone's tool, but lately that seemed to be the only thing she was capable of. The only thing she was meant for.

Midii sat up determinedly, "No. I turned myself in to the Preventers because I didn't want to do that anymore, it's just too hard to live with myself that way." She set to unpacking the one bag she had brought with her. "What now? I tried going to school, I tried working. Just what am I supposed to do?" That was the problem, she had so few options. "I belong in a jail cell. Maybe if I paid for all that I've done I could earn forgiveness." Midii sighed, she didn't really believe that. "I belong with you Trowa, but I can't be the girl you want me to be. It's the memory of you that always made me hate what I had become." Midii pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her apartments small window, seeing the view not at all, "I know I deserved it Trowa, but it still hurts so much."

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Trowa had been surprised when Midii's picture had turned up in the student directory of a University's database. He had just begun his search and to find her now would be too easy. It was. Her recorded residence was empty and her teachers hadn't seen her, though one had been quite interested in finding her.

"Do you see this Mr. Barton? This is the directory for Miss Une's class where I put the students' grades but whatever grade I enter automatically becomes an A. If I try to delete this directory or even start a new one the same thing happens. And it's not just here, it goes straight to the registrar's office! I can't change this and I can't figure it out!" Trowa could not suppress a small grin, "How do you know it was her?" The professor became even more outraged, "Because she admitted it! Not just in this file, in every file I have this is on the page!" The professor scrolled to the bottom of the page where running across it in blinking letters was

running continuously. Trowa had walked away from the meeting surprised and amused. "You've got a sense of humour Midii."

Trowa drove back to his hotel room to get his things together. She had moved on but he hadn't expected finding her would be this easy. Nothing with Midii was. 'But that's not exactly true.' his mind insisted and he had to concede the point. It had been so easy to smile at her and look at her. To watch how the ocean breeze had tangled the white gold of her hair. It had been a delight to stand close to her and smell that special mixture of smells that made up Midii; vanilla, raspberry and something else that couldn't be defined. And it was certainly no hardship to touch her, to slide his hands up the smooth silk of her shivering arms. It had been such a cool night that first night together. Perfect for keeping someone warm.

"I made a mistake letting you run away. I thought I was doing what was best for you, to give you time. I was wrong and I'm not going to make that mistake again. Ever."

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