k2: Something a little different folks. This time I focused mostly on our favorite blind Bishounen and his inner turmoil, with a dash of Dorothy torture and a brief, but too brief, encounter with the search party. Things are about to head underway and the action is finally about to hit the fan!

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Gundam Wing Generations:

The continued Epic of the Gundam Universe

St.1: New Types and Space hearts

Ch.: 10-Hearts Ache, the Search begins.

Rating: PG-13 (T)

General genre; Drama, Mystery, Action as sub genre.

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Quatre was confused as to how it had happened, but he no longer floated in the nothingness he had become familiar with. Instead he now stood in a long hallway that reminded him far too much of his estate on the L-4 cluster. It was nearly endlessly long for, or at least seemed that way, with many doors to either side of him. There were no windows, though there were paintings. But the paintings weren't the pictures of his family that he knew usually would hang in a hall, they were instead of everyone he knew. Everyone that he he knew on both personal and impersonal levels. The less he knew them the vaguer their pictures were, some of them were even so vague he could barley make them out. Some of them were nameless pictures whose names he couldn't even recall and there were even some that had names but no pictures. Those ones he he stared at, trying hard to remember where he'd heard the names from before...

As he walked down the hall he contemplated opening a door, but at the same time he wasn't sure he wanted to. He had the distinct impression that this new environment was caused by the drugs still pumping into his body. He wondered if there would be permanent damage to his neural processors because of it. At the same time he also noted that he hadn't been having flashes of reality for quite some time. Had they finally fully knocked him out?

The hall grew hazy red and dulled out, shifting and wavering until he felt himself floating again. He felt the air mask over his face, saw the blurred images of his captors, and felt a sharp stinging pain in his temple.

"I told you to watch the monitors!" A shrill voice echoed inside his head. "DO have any idea how much time I have to backtrack now because your incompetence allowed him to loose full consciousness?"

Quatre couldn't hear the reply, the voice wa stoo low to hear through the liquid and the glass. The first voice, he was sure it was the old scientist, spoke again but calmer this time and harder to hear. He could only catch bits and pieces of words now, snippets here and there. Something about backtracking. Unconsciousness and final stages.

Quatre tired to lift his head to see better but he still couldn't move his body very well.

The drugs...

The white blurry figure moved closer to the tube, the one Quatre knew to be the scientist. He placed his hand on the glass near Quatre's face, though he couldn't make out any facial features.

"Soon, my boy. Very soon."

Soon? Quatre wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. He wasn't sure he liked the idea at all he cried out in his mind. What are doing to me?

Quatre's mind slipped again. In and out, in and out. His vision went from hazy red to black, then hazy red again.

"Stabilize him Cole! Stabilize him!"

Dorothy...

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Pain, fear, uncertainty... the world swimming around as she floats. It hurts. It hurts more to think about those left to worry.

I feel it! I feel it all!

The darkness itself is painful in a self suffocating way.

When will they stop? When can we find release?

The knowledge of ones own heart cannot hide the reality of the mind. Life suffers in a way that only God can give a meaning to.

Why is this even happening?

Confusion enters, a choice must be made.

(Darkness gives way to the endless hall. The hall dissolves into a red haze.)

HE hurts. They don't even care!

Decisions must be made, sacrifices must be decided.

I am being weak. I am being foolishly weak.

Only the strength within can prevail when all seems lost. Only the judgement of the heart can determine the correctness of philosophical differences.

I am above this, I cannot dwell on my own pain, nor can I let his weaken me. He needs me...I need him...I must escape...

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"Relena."

The vice foreign minister opened her eyes a crack as the distant voice reached her ears. Confusion lingered inside her mind for a moment before her memories came flooding in and her head shot up in alarm. A sharp chuckle from the bed she'd been resting her head on brought her mind into focus and she blinked a few times in order to gain more focus.

"You must have dozed off Relena." Dorothy stated calmly.

Relena stared at the blond, her eyes narrowed in confusion. On the surface she looked okay. Dorothy was sitting up, the thin white blanket covering her lap, and wore a calm, relaxed expression that almost seemed normal. However, Relena knew differently. She knew Dorothy well enough to know that the woman shouldn't be this calm, this rationale. IT was almost as if Dorothy didn't remember what was going on...

"How are you feeling?" Relena asked then, still wary.

"I feel...fine." Dorothy replied, almost as if she wasn't sure about the answer. "It's strange." Dorothy went on, her eyes sparking at the look in Relena's own eyes, "It's almost as if...oh, I'm not sure. Almost as if something calming just washed over me."

This only confused Relena even more.

"Can you take me home?"

The question was so unexpected Relena stood there for a moment uncomprehending. "What?"

"Please." Dorothy said, "Can you take me home?"

"Of course." Relean smiled, "I was planning on that from the start. I was going to ask mother to keep on eye on you for me-."

"TO my apartment, if you please." Dorothy interrupted. "I have some things I must finish taking care of. I was planning a party for Quatre, you see, and I insist on finishing it. For when he gets back."

Relena puzzled this through her head for a moment. Had Dorothy really sunk into acceptance and now relied solely on hope?

That is far too unlikely Relena decided then Dorothy would never settle for that. "Of course." Relena said aloud, not even hinting what her mind suggested.

"Thank you Relena. I greatly appreciate this."

"Of course Dorothy, what are friends for?"

The two of them smiled.

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Milliard stared out at the open night from his vantage point on the empty rooftop of an abandoned building, scanning the valley of decrepit warehouses below them. Only a certain number of the buildings were safe to enter and of those buildings only hardly more then a handful more where capable of housing the operation they were searchings for.

Behind him voices were murmuring, the dozen or so agents sent on the operation talking amongst themselves, Yui and the others discussing off handed remarks with Instructor H, he almost thought he'd heard Duo Maxwell arguing a point out. Milliard was deaf to it all, however. His focus was solely on the myriad buildings below him, almost as if searching with just his eyes would recover the missing dignitary.

He had no idea how long it had been since Quatre Winner had been taken. He, personally, wasn't sure what time it had been when the youth had vanished, he wasn't even sure what time it was now...

It had taken Une nearly four hours of convincing to get the people of Old Sanq to agree to allow them to search for the 'criminals'. "Escaped convicts" Une said she was going to tell them. Or at least something similar anyway. Milliard knew, as well as she did, that telling them the truth could probably lead to problems. The people of Old Sanq had yet to prove themselves trust worthy about such situations and may be more inclined to hindering their search then anything else, most likely to hide their own criminal actions (though Relena was on the firm belief that not all the people of Old Sanq were corrupt). As it was, they already had a proffered time limit towards their search and were not allowed to deviate from it in the slightest.

A hand placed itself gently on his shoulder, a firm and friendly grasp, and he turned to see one of the agents, dressed in the usual Preventer's uniform, grinning at him.

"This may work better for you , Sir, if you had x-ray vision." Milliard supposed he was referring to his silent vigil and continued to stare silently at the agent. It did not deter him, however, as he continued,. "And, since you don't, Mr. Yui wants to add your opinions to the group. If you don't mind, of course?"

For a reply Milliard nodded one, glanced back at the picture below him, then followed the officer back towards the others.

"You've been awfully silent Zechs." Duo stated when he approached them, something on your mind?"

Milliard stared at Duo for a moment, wondering if he continued to use that name just to get to him, then decided that the youth probably didn't even realize he'd said it. Either way the result would be the same. Milliard ignored Duo and turned, instead, to Hiiro.

"You wanted my opinion on something?"

"In a way." Hiiro replied evenly. "I am dividing the groups up now, Une has just informed us of the situation."

"She's back?" Milliard asked quickly, looking around.

"No. She contacted us via H. He and G have several low level communication devices that are only tuned in towards each other, prototypes if you will. There are only a few of them though and each of us will receive one. They have a limited range, however, because they don't link to any sort of transmitter when you use them."

"There is a general communications problem in this area." Duo stated, "Anything that is even remotely based outside of this city is blocked. You can't even hook up through satellite systems, outside communications is virtually out of the question." As if in after thought he added, "We are thinking that all communication lines within the city are monitored too, thus the use of these prototypes."

"I see." Milliard replied vaguely. "A little paranoid, aren't hey?"

"Maybe just a little."

"So then. How do you wish to proceed with this?"

"The five of us," And Hiiro indicated each of the pilots, "will go with each one of the groups. We have two dozen men and a mile in either direction to search. Each of the groups will have five men, we will have six groups in all."

"So we're gonna have five five man groups and one four man group?" Duo asked

"No." Hiiro replied, cutting Sally off mid protest, "I'm not finished yet. Sally Po will be Wufei's fifth man-"

"Why mine?"

"Because she's your partner, that's why." Hiiro replied, his even tone a little less even, "You two area good team. Plus Duo will have Professor G. Instructor H will be going with you Zechs. That leaves the sixth group with seven men instead of five and they are gong to need them."

"Why is that?" Trowa asked

"Because they are going to tackle an isolated sector that is closed off from the rest. It's a man made island housing around fifteen buildings, I am under the belief that it was used to store missiles and other ammunition, may even contain more then a few underground bunkers. The only way to get in and out is a single road bridge. I will be heading that operation personally."

"There any reason why you assigned yourself that particular job?" Duo asked skeptically.

"Yes, there is." Hiiro replied shortly, "Any other questions?"

Duo crossed his arms, frowning. "You think they have plans for it?"

"No, not necessarily, but this is the best opportunity we've had to look at it. They can't give us a reason not to look, however, so if there is anything in there i will see it."

"And if there is?" Wufei asked

"I remove it." Hiiro replied.

"Best to remove it anyway." Milliard stated, "Best to take the temptation away rather then to let it settle. They may use it in the future, this way they would have to work form scratch, therefore giving us a tip off of any rebellious plans they have."

"For them it wouldn't be rebellion." Trowa stated suddenly, "It would be independence. That is what they want, correct?"

"Not in so many words." Milliard growled, "Considering they already view themselves as a separate state."

"With no clear indication of government?" Duo asked

"We've deviated from the subject at hand." Trowa reminded them thinly. The group stared at him for less then a minute before silently agreeing and continuing where they left off.

"Any other questions in relevance to our current case?" Hiiro asked again

They all shook their heads.

"Good." Hiiro nodded. "As Une was only allowed a dozen men we are officially not here, neither is Sally, G, or H. That means when the time runs out we are on our own. They leave with Une and our search teams are cut down to less then half. We cover our tracks, use code names, if we're caught, we don't exist."

"Sounds like the war all over again." Duo noted grimly, "Isn't that a little unnecessary?"

"Think of it as a government sanctioned covert operation into another country, because this is exactly what the scenario appears to be." Hiiro replied, "These types of things actually happen more often then you think."

"So in other words," Wufei continued grimly, "we need to cover as much ground as possible within the time limit. That's a lot of ground. How much time did they leave us?"

"Six hours."

"Six hours!" Duo cried. Trowa said nothing. "How are we supposed to search that entire area in just six hours?"

"We'll manage" Hiiro replied, "In the meantime let's head out. The sooner we start, the longer we have."

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I above self pity. I cannot waver if I am to live and I cannot live without Quatre. AS such, I must resolve myself.

Dorthy stared out the window of the car as Pagen drove, Relena working on some document as they went. Even now she could feel him. His pain, his fear. She feel, or at least she was sure she could feel, nearly everything he was currently feeling. She knew how worried he was, how confused he was. She knew how helpless he and how helpless he felt. IT was all she could to in order to continue her facade, yet she knew if Relena caught wind of what she was planning she would go right back into that room again.

But she also knew that if she didn't do something she would continue to feel as Quatre did and, when she closed her eyes and when her mind began to wonder, she heard and saw as he did too.

I will strengthen my resolve. Dorothy chanted silently to banish the images and silence the voices, I will pave my way through. I will not waver in my decisions nor will I deter myself from the path.

Dorothy glanced at Relena but continued to stare out the window. She only had one chance and it required the right amount of timing.

I'm coming Quatre, just hold on.

Hold on.

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Hold on.

Hold on.

The words echoed in his head and seemed to fill him with a slight warmth. A warmth that was threatened by the cold liquid in which he floated. And yet he would not allow that warmth to be taken form him, he knew to whom it belonged. He felt her reaching out to him, her resolve hardening. He wasn't sure how he could feel her, he wasn't sure about anything, really, but he was glad he could. It allowed him something to distract himself. And, most importantly, he didn't feel alone anymore.

Dorothy.

I love you.

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A sharp pain entered Dorothy's chest and she shuddered. Catching this Relena looked over to see Dorothy wrapping her arms around herself and her brow furrowed.

"Are you all right Dorothy?"

"Fine." Dorothy lied. "Just cold." So very cold. Why do I feel this way? My heart hurts. AS if it's aching...

The blond woman fought back a bout of tears and began to glare. No weakness, she reminded herself. It was all she could do just to steel herself on the outside, but this pain in her heart...

Quatre... and then name echoed in her head.

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k2; I know, I know. 4 chapters solid. Kinda, sorta, short. Sorry. But this was best. I sure hope this chapter was better then the last chapter, which is actually the result of having writers block. You see, already have this entire story typed out, like I have mentioned before, however, I have finally reached the areas in this story where they had yet to be revamped, which I coulda sworn I had already done. SO, while I am revamping these chapters, I am essentially rewriting then from the ground up at the same time. The old story is being used as a guideline.

MK: Writers block sucks. But you guys can help!

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