Title: A Promise Kept, and a Phantom Returned

Author: Liewe (liewe@hotmail.com)

Disclaimer: standard apply

Midii Une, the ex-alliance spy, quietly walked down the halls of the high-rise apartment building, looking for a number. 375. Trowa’s apartment. She had been searching for him since the completion of her mission in life, the day she had felt herself worthy of loving him. She had promised to return and now she was doing just that, she was returning to the man she loved. She just prayed that he had forgiven her for her past crimes, her betrayals. She walked with a slight limp acquired through her quest for the salvation of her soul.

She hoped he would remember her, the promise she had made to him, and the question she had asked of his soul. Deep down in her soul she knew he had forgiven her, but hearing those words was different than knowing them, she needed the reassurance that only he could give. Over the years she had changed, she was still petite and beautiful but her form had acquired a lean and tone look. She had been running for so long now, trying to save herself, but now she hoped she would finally have a home with Trowa, the man she loved. Her eyes once so sad now held a small spark of joy, her life was fulfilling, and she had managed to put the deaths of her family behind her and continue on with her life.

"371 … 373 … 375…" she said to herself as she walked don the corridor, coming to a standstill in front of the foreboding dark green door. The nameplate shined in the bright fluorescent lighting of the hallway. His name standing out in the engraving, Trowa Barton, her love.

"It's now or never," she mentally prodded herself as she continued to stare at the door hoping from foot to foot. The soft material of her dress brushing her legs and swaying from the constant action. She had prepared herself especially for this day, she had to make a good impression, she had mentally prepped herself, gave herself pep talks and now it was her turn to face the piper. She remembered that day so clearly in her mind, when she had left him, it had ripped her heart out to not stay and care for him but there were important things to be done. If she had stayed she would have never left, or she would have left with all her hopes and dreams tossed to the wind, she had left so she could complete her goal.

Midii Une was running as if the dogs of heel were on her heels, and they were. Oz had been looking for her, the phantom who would rescue their most prized captives; they wanted her head on a platter. She was running as fast as her legs allowed her to, her heart beating frantically, as she looked back to the source of the dog's barks. She saw the glint of metal in the jungle before she heard the sound of a gun being fired. She felt the bullet enter her right side the pain unbearable, the pain was revisited with each step she took. She then felt another bullet rip through her soft flesh, this time her leg, the pain becoming greater with each step, and the dogs getting close. She didn't see the end of the road, she just continued running, the rocks causing her to tumble into the rapidly churning river. Her slight form was lost to the murky depths as she was pulled along, tumbling over hidden rocks. They thought she was dead, and it was reported as such, everyone thought she, the phantom of the night was dead.

Midii Une was pulled from the river, far far away from the Oz base; a young farmhand saw the golden color of her hair floating in the water before he saw her. He pulled her from the rivers clutches, his eyes taking in the blood staining her clothing, a simple black skintight jumpsuit, ripped beyond repair, barely covering her bruised body. He lifted her rag doll form into his arms and took off towards the main farmhouse in haste; she would die soon without treatment. Her head was pillowed on one of his broad shoulders. The blood continued to sluggishly flow from her wounds.

The young farmhand's voice filled the area as he pleaded for the other s to help him save the girl in his arms, his heart reaching out to her. An old woman appeared from the main house a look of shock on her face as she hurriedly ran towards her son and his burden…

Midii remembered that time, those people, that lie she had led in the beginning, but that had turned out to be the best thing to happen to her. They worked for the rebels, and they were always looking for help, they wanted to save the same people she did, so her little vigilante group grew. She sighed again as she gently fingered her ring finger thinking about the man who had saved her life that day, he had offered to be hers if she had so wanted. She had been unable to love him though, her heart belonged to another and she still had a promise to keep, she had to return to him.

"Oh Trowa," she whispered sadly as she raised her hand to knock on the door, her heart in her throat. She didn't know how she would be accepted, she hoped he would welcome her with open arms but there was always the possibility of him slamming the door in her face. The door swung open to reveal a tall and lanky young man, impossible sculpted bangs covering one of his emerald green eyes as he took in her slight form. His one visible eye widening with surprise when he recognized just who had come knocking on his door.

"Hi Trowa," Midii whispered as she gazed at the floor expecting the door to be slammed in her face at any moment. She didn't expect to be pulled close to his body, to feel his muscular arms hold her tightly or him to whisper words of thanks and forgiveness into her hair. He pulled her inside his apartment; his arms still tightly around her as he cried tears of joy. He had heard that she was dead, the phantom who hunted Oz, how wrong they were.

"Midii," he breathed as he held her, his heart and soul in that one word. He stepped back to take her in, to examine her features, to assure himself that it was not all a dream and that she was very much alive and not a ghost or a stranger.

"Oh Trowa," she said as matching tears of joy began to course down her elfin face as well, she giggled as he twirled her around, and then brought her into another crushing hug.

"I'm so glad you're alive," he said as he pulled her into his lap when he took a seat on the couch.

"You thought I was dead," she questioned, her features scrunched up as she went over what he had just said.

"Oz reported the death of their Midnight phantom years ago, I knew it was you," he whispered as he held her close to himself.

"I'm sorry I never told you I was alive, I didn't think you'd care," she said, her eyes looking everywhere but his face. A soft kiss on her cheek bringing her back to reality, when she turned to face him she saw a soft smile on his face, along with a sadness she had caused.

"Why wouldn't I care," Trowa said as he pulled her into a soul-searing kiss, his lips gently caressing hers and he lost himself in their first kiss.

"Trowa," Midii breathed when she pulled away from the kiss, "I love you."

"And I you," the normally silent young man said, his voice sincere as he pulled her into another soul searing kiss, this one more involved than the first. His hands ran through her hair, and hers rested around his neck. She was finally home; she finally had a home with the man she loved.

-The End AN: Just a short little sequel to my fic To Make Amends, I hope this wasn't to fluffish (is that a word?)