Memory and Future
by Orla
A sequel to ‘Kimi no Koto wa Itsudemo Mamoru’
Rated PG for language

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and the characters are not mine. I'm only
borrowing them and I promise to return them in one piece! ^_~

 //Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
 Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
 The night is my companion and solitude my guide
 Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied

 And I would be the one to hold you down
 Kiss you so hard
 I'll take your breath away
 And after I'd wipe away the tears
 Just close your eyes dear

 Through this world I've stumbled so many times betrayed
 Trying to find an honest word, to find the truth enslaved
 Oh you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhyme
 My body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive

 And I would be the one to hold you down
 Kiss you so hard
 I'll take your breath away
 And after I'd wipe away the tears
 Just close your eyes dear//
(Possession - Sarah Mclachlan)

Part three


Over the next few months Relena threw herself into her work, letting the politics bury her so that she had less time to dwell on her feelings. She discovered that she missed Duo, more than she thought she would and that unsettled her so much that she worked even harder. Duo kept his promise and sent regular communications to her, but they were little more than postcards
assuring her that he was alive and well, and Relena couldn't stop herself from worrying about his state of mind after receiving them.

Nearly one year after Duo's departure events found Relena in her office with Dorothy Catalonia, frantically trying to complete a report before attending a trade conference on L4. For the best part of the morning the two women worked in silence, until Dorothy broke it with an unexpected question.

"So what are you going to get Heero and Hilde for an anniversary present?"

Relena blinked and looked up from the report. "What?"

Dorothy regarded her with a slight, amused smile on her lips. "You do remember that it will be the Yuy's first anniversary in four days time?”

Relena's breath caught. Had that much time passed by already? Was it really nearly a year since Heero and Hilde married?

"And Duo left..." She murmured. Dorothy frowned.

"What? I didn't catch that." She questioned.

Relena shook her head. "Nevermind, Dorothy. Er... so, anniversary, huh?" She leaned forward on her elbows, resting her chin on her hands. "Do you have any suggestions?"

Dorothy snickered. "Yes... baby clothes."

"Baby..." Relena's voice trailed away as she realised the implications of Dorothy's words. She sat upright and stared at the blond woman. "Hilde's _pregnant_?"

Dorothy seemed to be taking a perverse enjoyment out of Relena's astonishment as she nodded vigorously. "Yes, one month I think. Apparently Heero is over the moon."

Relena's eyes narrowed. "And just how did you find this information out, Dorothy? I hardly think it likely that Hilde would _tell_ you."

Dorothy shrugged. "No, a little bird called Mariemaya told me." She admitted. "That child chatters quite a lot if you know the right thing to start her off."

"Charming..." Relena muttered, but her mind was veering away from Dorothy's admission and walking down another road. It was rather odd to think of Heero as a prospective father, he didn't really strike Relena as the type to be enthused by children. However, Relena reminded herself, she had not considered Heero the type to fall in love with Hilde either. Relena felt a sadness she thought to be long gone jab at her heart. She remembered daydreams, only a few, that involved herself as the mother of a child with intense Prussian blue eyes.

"Feeling alright, Miss Relena?" Dorothy's voice cut across her thoughts and Relena blinked.

"Hmmm...? Oh, yes... uh... well, I'll look into some baby clothes." Relena said hurriedly, scribbling herself a note to avoid Dorothy's eyes. "Now, I think we should continue preparing these papers..."

"Of course," Dorothy's tones were as smooth as chocolate, hiding the mix of amusement and concern inside of her.

Relena turned her attention back to her report, but found that concentration eluded her. On top of her own astonishment was the worrying thought... *How do I break this to Duo, and how is he going to react?*

Quatre Raberba Winner tried to concentrate on the document in front of him, but once again his eyes blurred and obscured the type. He cursed softly and rubbed his eyes, angry at the intrusion of his feelings. He reached for a tissue and felt a box being shoved in his hand.

"Thank you, I... aah!" Quatre exclaimed in surprise and looked up. "_Duo_?"

The violet-eyed man grinned wickedly at him from across the desk. "A little absorbed in your work, Q-man?" He asked. "Or is something else on your mind?"

Quatre slid away from the question and after quickly blowing his nose, he peppered Duo with questioned. "When did you get back? Where have you been?" And so on.

"I got back on the slowest shuttle ever just this morning," Duo said. Lazily, he took a seat and stretched out his long legs, he had noticed Quatre's evasion, but decided to leave it... for now. "I've been all around the place, but for the last four months or so I've been on Mars."

Quatre's eyebrows shot up. "_Mars_?" He said in astonishment. "The terraforming project?"

Duo nodded. "It was..." He looked at his hands which Quatre could see were rough and callused. "Just something I felt like doing." He said and then grinned. "I could yell at the wheat and thump it around if I wanted to, no one answering me back... it was great."

"How are Zechs... Milliardo... and Miss Noin doing?" Quatre asked, his private hell diverted by curiousity. "I take it that you met them?"

"Met them, stayed with them, worked on their farm." Duo leaned back. "And it's not Miss Noin anymore, Quatre. She and Milliardo got married a while ago, it was quiet, but then he didn't really want to make a big song and dance about it."

"You'll have to tell Relena," Quatre said and smiled as Duo straightened and his violet eyes widened. "She's here for the trade conference."

Duo rubbed the back of his neck. "Hmmm... yeah... well, I bet she's a bit mad at me... for running out like I did."

"I think she understood, Duo." Quatre reassured the other man. "She's never spoken of you with anything but affection."

"Yeah?" Duo looked pleased.

Quatre nodded. "Yes." He said firmly.

Duo got to his feet and half-turned to go, then he paused and looked intently at Quatre. "By the way, why were you looking so down when I came in?" He asked.

Quatre's eyes slid away from Duo's intent gaze. "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Duo shook his head and planted his hands on the desk, leaning forward. "So why do you look like your dog just died, huh? Or..." His tone softened. "As if your heart is breaking?"

Quatre winced as Duo's words hit home and Duo sighed. "I've seen that look Quatre. I saw it in the mirror for a very long time, and even now it comes back occasionally." He admitted. "Catherine?"

Quatre averted his gaze, not wanting to let Duo see his reaction to Catherine's name. "Duo... please..."

"You guys had a fight." Duo stated, "And now neither will back down and apologise, am I right?" He folded his arms and shook his head. "Q-man, couples have fights ALL the time, Hilde and I..." He swallowed. "Hilde and I used to scrap a lot, but it was just a part of the relationship."

Quatre made a helpless gesture as his resolution not to speak wavered. "I... we..." He faltered. "It's a little bit more than that..."

"Spill it," Duo ordered. "You'll feel better if you do."

Quatre sank further into his chair and rubbed his forehead. "It happened two days ago." he said. "The circus was here for the next three months and I attended all the performances, as usual. Anyway... that night... one of the ropes gave out and.." he shuddered at the memory. "Catherine fell and there was no safety net... I thought my heart was going to burst as I watched, helpless to stop her descent... But... Trowa, he caught her, just in time..."

"Let me guess what happened next," Duo interrupted. "Once she was safe, your fear turned to anger?"

Quatre nodded miserably. "I came to her trailer and I told her that she couldn't do this anymore, if she loved me..."

Duo groaned. "You... aw man... Quatre, you idiot!" He slapped his brow. "You don't have to tell me anymore... I can _guess_ what happened after that stupid statement." He wagged a finger at Quatre who stiffened. "And you _know_ it was a dumb thing to say!"

"I know... I know..." Quatre groaned. "But I... she won't speak to me Duo. I've called..."

"No good," Duo shook his head. "The only option you have now is... crawling. Go and grovel at her feet, tell her that you're a moron and that you'll never order her about again. She might forgive you then." He reached out and put a hand on Quatre's shoulder. "But don't, for God's sake, leave things as they are. Don't make my mistake, Quatre..."

The circus was relatively quiet as Quatre entered the main tent. He looked back over his shoulder and Duo gave him a grin and the thumbs up. Drawing in a deep breath, Quatre straightened his shoulders and gripped the flowers in his hand tighter. He moved forward, his eyes darting around, searching for Catherine. One of the circus hands told him she was inside, but Quatre couldn't see her anywhere.

"Try the top platform."

Quatre jumped slightly and turned to see Trowa regarding him from the shadows. The emerald eyed man's expression was carefully neutral and Quatre's nerves increased. He had not seen Trowa since the incident and was unsure how his best friend was taking the whole thing. After all, Catherine was Trowa’s sister...

"Trowa, I..." He bit his lip and then attempted a faltering smile. "How are you?"

"Fine." Trowa turned his head and nodded. "She's been up there most of the time. If you want to talk, then you'll have to go up too."

Quatre followed Trowa's gaze and gulped. The top platform was the one right up by the roof of the tent, accessible via the main supporting pole. It was very, very high. On the platform was a small, hunched figure in pink... Catherine...

The blond man's eyes narrowed and his lips thinned. "Right..." he said. "Then I _will_ go up!" And with that, Quatre strode over to the main pole and began to climb upwards.

Duo, watching from the entrance, grinned. "Go Q-man!" He said and Trowa turned to him.
"So this is your doing?" He asked and Duo shrugged.

"I may have had something to do with it." he said. "Are you angry?"

Trowa shook his head. "No. I knew Quatre didn't mean the things he said, but it's no good if I tell Catherine that. She needs to hear it from him." He glanced back. Quatre was two-thirds of the way up and Catherine was still oblivious to his approach. Trowa looked at Duo. "Thank you." He said softly.

Duo scratched the back of his neck and fidgeted. "Aw... I couldn't just leave Quatre is a mess like that." He mumbled. "Someone should be happy..."

Beyond them, Quatre reached his goal and was greeted by a surprised outcry from Catherine. Duo glanced up and grinned as Quatre plastered himself to the support, offering flowers and apologies to the stunned young woman.

Trowa regarded Duo steadily. "Are you still that unhappy, Duo?"

Duo blinked, a little taken aback by the sudden personal question from the normally reticent Trowa. He hesitated, not knowing exactly how to put his feelings into words. "I'm better." He said finally.

"Good." Trowa looked beyond him and a slight smile curved his lips. "I'll see you later." He nodded, not just to Duo, and then slipped away.

Duo whirled on whoever it was listening in and his jaw dropped.

Relena smiled. "Don't look so surprised, Duo." She said. "I always was good at tracking people down."


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