Disclaimer: I never have and I never will own Gundam Wing. I’m not that fortunate. :P

Rating: PG-13 for the most part

Pairings: Non-yaoi, see Raptures of Paradise and Phases of Memory for pairings.

Surprises: Enough to make your head spin. ;P

Genres: Sci-fi, drama, horror, some fluff, and other delightful things.

 

AN: Please stay tuned to the “previews” for the next story following the end of this chapter. ^_^

 

Gundam Wing: Legend of the Dream Stalker

Epilogue

By Sailor Celaeno

 

                “Hey kid, how are ya?” Duo asked. Since Fiona’s recovery he had quickly reverted to his usual cheery self.

                “I’m fine. I can’t believe it’s almost August. I can’t believe I was out like 7 weeks,” she replied with some amazement.

                “Don’t worry about all that. We’re glad you’re okay is all.”

                “You know… I’m glad you’re here. I was thinking about Daddy, you, and Hilde all that time. I just wanted to come back.”

                Duo opened his arms and the young girl leaned in and welcomed the hug. “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be here for ya. And I know…”

                “That I won’t be far away when you need me.”

 

*****

 

                Midii stared the papers she held in her hands. “I think I found everyone.”

                “I should turn these over to Une. She’ll need them,” replied Trowa.

                “But Trowa…”

                “Why don’t you come back with me?”

                Midii blushed. “What do you… what would I do?”

                “Someone with your experience would make a good Preventer.”

                “A Preventer? Me?”

                “There are quite a few ex-Alliance soldiers of all ranks and talent at Preventer. It wouldn’t be such a strange thing to see if you joined us. I believe you’d do well there. There’s nothing quite like saving the world over and over again.”

                Midii had a smile. “With a sales pitch like yours, how could I possibly refuse Mr. Barton.

                Trowa returned with a slight smile. “I see I have an eager recruit.”

                “Very eager I assure you, Preventer Barton.” Midii reached up to kiss Trowa.

 

*****

 

                Quatre arrived at the private clinic he had been given the address to. He asked the nurses where she was. The nurses immediately recognized Quatre, and quickly led him to her.

 

 

*****

 

                “According to this, Olivia was a natural-born Newtype. In the early days, Eli Glenville was a lieutenant in the Alliance until an injury on duty required knee surgery and extensive physical therapy. He was no longer fit for service and honorably discharged. He was given financial compensation was given. Eventually, these mysterious conspirators in the Alliance got wind of Olivia. She was an unusual baby and had been tested as a Newtype. During an army physical, Glenville was given an injection. Shortly afterwards, Olivia was born,” sighed Sally.

                Quatre frowned. “They were creating Newtypes… by manipulating the parents.”

                “Yes. Some subjects reacted shortly afterwards. Some had delayed reaction. Others never realized any powers, but it affected offspring conceived after the injection. Olivia is that third type.”

 

*****

 

                Quatre found himself staring at the still young woman. She was not so very different from Fiona. “How’s her condition?”

                “Stable, but she’s a total vegetable. It’s a shame the poor girl is going to have the plug pulled on her soon.”

                “What?” Quatre reacted with complete shock.

                The nurse continued. “Her father received medical compensation from the Alliance years ago plus insurance money. Olivia was the only survivor and last member of her family. All that money was spent on keeping her here, under our care. The hospital’s financial obligations to her will soon end next month.”

                Quatre was silently watching Olivia as he listened to the nurse talk. Then he broke his silence. “What if someone agreed to pay for her treatment?”

                “Well, then the hospital would be obliged to continue caring for her. I don’t like all that money talk, but people like me have to care for patients, and believe me Mr. Winner, I have to watch every penny I get myself.”

                “Thank you,” Quatre decided to leave.

                “Not that it’s any of my business… but why are you so interested in helping her?”

                “We have a unique relationship. We understand each other very well.” He noted that he should call the hospital later about an act of charity on Olivia’s behalf. He had the strongest feeling that Olivia would take up on his offer one day.

 

*****

 

                Duo and Hilde decided that they should have get-together at the new house they purchased. Everyone needed some amusement and relaxation to relieve themselves from the stress of the whole Dream Stalker business. Everyone was all for that and the Peacecrafts arrived from Mars to visit Relena. Anastasia was the star of the party. “She’s so big now! Hey Annie… remember me? Huh?” Relena said as she offered the one-year-old her index finger.

                The child eagerly grabbed her aunt’s finger. “LaaGooLaa…” she gurgled.

                “So Duo, thinking about having a baby too?” teased Noin, as Hilde walked over to the baby and picked her up.

                Duo stifled a nervous laugh. “Well… I think Hilde and I want settle down and stuff before we have a little Maxwell.”

                “I can tell you that a baby isn’t easy. But it’s nice to have this little person that will always give you all the love in the world,” Noin said with some thought.

                “We could baby-sit then,” Duo replied.

                “Annie will be a practice baby?” Noin smirked.

                “Maybe you could ask Sally and Wufei too,” Duo winked.

                Noin smiled and helped Duo bring out more drinks to serve. Duo checked to see if the barbeque was hot enough to start the grilling. Everyone was chatting and sat on chairs that Duo and Hilde provided. Mariemaia and Liam played catch with a tennis ball on the lawn. Heero and Wufei were having a discussion about a minor case that arrived at the just that week. It was a case of stolen computer components. There were suspicions that there might a computer theft ring, but it was difficult to say.

                Une and Zechs were having a discussion about Mars. His work on the terra-forming project was progressing. Noin was the commanding officer at the Martian branch of Preventer. Une was very interested in all the news of Mars. A small settlement was slowly being colonized. They already had a few hundred living at the settlement. They were anticipating another few hundred in the next few months.

                Nova soon appeared in the yard. Everyone politely greeted her as she approached. “Hello. I apologize for being late. I… had some business to take care of.”

                “No prob. Just grab a chair,” Duo looked up from behind the grill.

                “Oh… and I brought someone with me…” Everyone was stunned to see Treize in civilian clothes approaching them. They had more than a few questions for the undercover sailor senshi. Wufei and Zechs could barely hide the shock on their faces.

 

AN: That’s the end of Dream Stalker. Next up in the continuity is “Valhalla Rising.” Tentatively will be out in Independence Day Weekend 2003, although possibly later this summer. I’m currently going to dedicate time on “Love Among the Ruins.” So Stay tuned! ^_^

 

Preview: Valhalla Rising

 

                Dorothy glanced and watched the different people strolling about the ballroom, busily conversing with each other. “Treize?”

                “Yes Dorothy?” Treize was holding her arm in his.

                “Do you recognize that elder gentleman?

                Treize followed Dorothy’s gaze and saw an elderly man in a wheelchair. Behind him was a younger woman dressed in the most conservative clothing in room. She, no doubt, was the no-nonsense type. “Quite familiar… Bjornan. Ultimus Bjornan is his name.

                Bjornan? Grandfather mentioned him.”

                “The Bjornans are an old money family from Scandinavia. They have an aristocratic pedigree as well. Hardly surprising that uncle would know them,” was Treize’s reply.

                “Indeed.” Dorothy had a feeling that she would become entangled with the Bjornans. What convinced her was the fact that Bjornan and his companion were approaching.