The Morning Light
By
Captain Anonymous


Lt. Norton rubbed his eyes and tossed the pencil across the desk.
It seemed like was enough already. Going through the endless stacks of paperwork, it just never seemed to come to an end.
He sighed, and stood up from his desk, taking a moment to stretch his stiff back.
It was the first time in nearly three hours that he had gotten up.
He could barely remember the last time that he was out in the field, seemed the only danger now was the constant paper cuts and eye strain.
It wasn’t that he wanted to fight, or things to be stirred, just anything to get out and do something other fill out numerous reports and forms that would be filed and never looked at again.
Something to end the boredom and tedium.
The florescent light flickered and buzzed, the bulb was going out.
He walked around the desk, towards the open door.
The hall was dark, only a few lights back up lights guided the way.
He wasn’t sure how late it was, he certain it was well after midnight by now.
He wasn’t sure just many other agents were still working late.
Captain Harrow was probably still lurking about the dark halls, Sally might have been still working as well. Nichol maybe still.
Some officers actually volunteered for this.
Norton almost never did.

Vic looked at the still empty office, a few doors down from his own, the one that his former commander had once occupied.
Part of him still expected to see Townsend sitting at the desk, going through the paper work.
But Townsend was gone now.

Norton had been assigned to Townsend’s command as a replacement officer.
While he was never given an exact reasoning of why he was sent to Townsend’s unit, he always knew the grim secret, that he was sent in after two agents had been gunned down during a mission gone wrong.

There been two other officers with him at the time, Captain Mitchell and Lt. Barton.

He only served with them for a short time.

Once in a while he would hear from them and get a chance to see them again.
Mitchell had been given his discharge for medical reasons.
Trowa had resigned after his daughter was born.

That had always the trouble with being a soldier. When ever you made a friend, you would get split up and sent in with another group. While they weren’t always bad, they were different, unfamiliar, and made you miss your former comrades all that much more.
It would never change. It had been that way since he had left Lake Victoria, and through out his career in OZ.


The night was quiet, he walked past Lady Une’s office.
The door was closed, there was no light shining from the lower part.
She had left after the regular hours.

She was probably at home, quiet and warm.

Norton couldn’t help but think about her for a moment, back to when she was an OZ officer, and even more recently, when his path crossed hers that one Christmas eve.
His own dark past.
He could still feel the gun his hand, and still hear the echo of the shot as it dissipated through the room.
He got to the of the hall, to the table at the end.
He poured himself a cup of burnt coffee.
He took a sip and looked back down the hall.

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It was just before dawn, just before the first light.
It was a Sunday, quiet, calm.
On the rain soaked streets, the only sound was the occasional car, the sound of the tires as they traveled, turning up the spray as it rained lightly.
The night was finally coming to an end.
Midii could smell the rain, that smell, she opened and closed her eyes, slowly, as she turned over.
There was something about it, she couldn’t remember why, but it reminded her of something.
Midii had been awake for nearly an hour now, as she laid in bed.
She turned over, she could feel a pain inside of her stomach.
She rubbed her hands along her stomach, the pain would pass again soon.
It was almost as if she feel it all again.

She could remember early one morning, waking up early, when she was a small child.

Probably well before dawn.

She remembered leaving her room, walked down the narrow hall, towards the soft light.
Her mother. Midii could still almost picture her in her own mind. Her mother, standing there, holding a small child, Midii’s brother, in her arms, giving him a bottle.

She could almost hear the sound of her mother’s voice, that soft sound.
It seemed so faint now, as slowly slipped from her.
Only a few small objects, a few faded photographs were all she had left to remind her of her and those times.


She could feel Trowa move as he turned over, moving his body into the mattress.
Even through the darkness, she could see his eyes, as they looked at her.
She could feel Trowa touch her side as he moved against her body.
Trowa whispered softly, “I guess we should check on her.”
Midii closed her eyes as her body melted into his, “I checked on her a little while ago, she was sound asleep.”
“That’s good.”
She could feel Trowa’s warm hands, as they rubbed her sides, down past her stomach down to the curve of her hips.
She moved into his body, laying her head on his shoulder.
She could feel Trowa as he brushed back her long hair, as he softly kissed her neck.
Midii cued and made a soft approving sound. She moved her hand along Trowa’s side, rubbing his stomach.
Trowa turned over, laying Midii against the soft bed.
She wanted to be with him.
He moved up her neck with his lips, moved along until his lips met hers.
His hand come up along her side, and along the cloth of her shirt, gently lifting it.
He pulled on it, moving his head back for a moment, as he pulled the shirt over her head, and letting it tumble to the cold floor. Midii’s long hair fell back against the pillow.
She could feel her heart start to race, her breathing grow heavy, her body felt warm as she felt the blood rush through her.
She moved her hand down along Trowa’s side, down to the side of his hips. She could feel the material of his boxer shorts.
She traced where his skin met the cloth, and moved her fingers between them.
She carefully pushed them off as she could feel Trowa rubbing the insides of her thighs.
Midii could feel his hands through her satin panties as he moved his hands gradually up her hips.
Midii moaned softly and guided Trowa’s hands with her own.
It what seemed to be one fluid motion, he slipped off her panties, leaving them under the blankets.
Trowa moved his hands back up her sides, up below her breasts and towards her shoulders.
She could feel a hot rush through her body as Trowa entered her.
“Ohhhhh, yes.” She baited.
Trowa could feel himself lose control of his body, as if he acted purely as part of her, as he made love to her.
Midii could feel her body tremble, and could each and every movement.
Her breathing grew shorter as she let out soft moans of pleasure.
It all just felt so good.
Each movement seemed to grow faster, grow faster, building momentum, perpetualness.
There was a release as there bodies, their souls became one.
Midii feel herself breathing deeply as she laid her head back against the pillow.
Midii held Trowa’s head in her arms.
They would lay together until the break of dawn.

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It was just after dawn, the sky was still dark and gray.
There was a misty rain in the air.
Catherine walked down the familiar path in the cemetery, passing by the nearly identical rows of graves.
The fallen from the war. Most of them had been buried in military cemeteries like these.
The white marble crosses, they went as far the could see.
It was probably the most depressing place she had ever been to in her life.
Still, she didn’t coming her when she could, to see his grave.
She held a small bouquet of flowers in her hands.
She got to a certain point, and turned off the paved path into the wet grass.
She walked between the rows of graves, passing by each of them.
As got closer to Major Ordway’s grave, she caught something out of the corner of her eye.
A young woman. She stopped for a moment and stared at her.
For a moment, she thought it was Midii, there was something about her that seem so familiar.
She stared at her for a moment. It wasn’t Midii, she seemed to be a few years older. Nor was it Chris.
There was about her, a feeling she gave off, it reminded her of her adopted brothers wife.
She couldn’t help but look at her.
The woman stared blankly at a grave, with no expression on her face.
She looked like she had wanted to say something to the officer that lay there, but had to nothing to say.
Catherine couldn’t place in her mind at all. Maybe she was just a ghost.
Catherine turned away and continued walking.
She got to the row, and turned.
She passed by Sgt. Course’s grave, and at Major Ordway’s grave.
She gently placed the wreath down, and stood a moment.
The breeze picked up, and she could feel the cool spray of the rain against her skin.
She looked at his name carved into the white stone, prayed for a moment.
She could almost feel his presence, feel the touch of his hand against her cheek, or the way he held her in his arms.
She still missed him, even after all this time.
She looked up towards the sky and could see the morning sun.

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To be continued.