Well... I've been in much more of a Gundam mood then a Gravitation mood as of lately, and since I'm busy revising my main Gravi fic, I started this wonderful thing, lol.

Hope this one will go far.

Pairings:

MAIN: 1xR,

OTHERS: 2xH, 3x11, 4xD, 5xS, 6x9

Rated: M - Language, and possible sexual situations.

Disclaimer: Don't own GW, never have, never will, and can't remember who actually DOES own it...

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CHAPTER 1- It's Over: Relena POV

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It was over, at last...

The complex had finally stopped vibrating with the aftershocks of the explosion. The soldiers of the Mariemaia army swarmed about us in a frenzy over the fallen girl, and the murdered Dekim. Lady Une sat feet away, clutching the sleeping child desperately, pressing firmly against her wounds, willing the blood-flow to cease.

I sat still upon the floor, Heero pulled tightly to my person, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. I could only hope that the others would arrive soon. It was uncertain how long Mariemaia could hold out without necessary medical attention, and I was no doctor... but Wing Zero had exploded in the backlash of the overheated beam rifle, and Heero was clearly worse for wear, and had never looked so helpless, laying there in my lap. For all I knew, he could be bleeding out internally, and there was nothing I could possibly do about it on my own. The thought was nerve wracking, that even after all that had occurred on this dreary night, that neither might make it to the next morning.

Several soldiers surrounded us, voicing their apologies to Lady Une and myself, and there was nothing to do but forgive them. Many seemed touched, relieved that Lady Une had appeared, and voiced their allegiance to the woman right on the spot. My heart went our to her as tears flowed freely down her face at their proclamations.

Even as out of the loop as I was at times, it was obvious that Lady Une knew more of what Treize's goals in life were, rather than this Dekim Barton had. This whole plot had been nothing but Treize's words fabricated and elaborated on, and it was obvious that it had upset the woman, and gone straight to heart, that they were daring to tarnish the man's name further with this mess. Although my experience with Treize Khushrenada had been brief, he was hardly the monster that the history books would make him out to be... and it was a right shame...

I jolted from my thoughts at once, as a low rumble slowly grew louder and louder as it closed in on us from above. I smiled warmly at the ceiling, knowing that it could only be help arriving at last. I could only hope, pray, that our personal clutch of soldiers had suffered no casualties... I couldn't bare to think that one of my of our comrades, our friends, had perished simply because I was too foolish and trusting for my own good, leading myself to be abducted.

It was several long, drawn out, minutes spent in silence before signs of outside life reached us. A roaring screech filled the large chamber, reverberating from just outside the double doors. An electric saw of sorts was my only guess. Soon, a draft of light could finally be seen from beneath the doors, and within moments, both doors flew open, and several Preventors shot into the darkened chamber, coating every inch of the room. The Mariemaia soldiers had long since abandoned their weapons, and the newly entered men seemed at a loss for what to do, and looked to Lady Une for guidance.

"All is well...it's over. Dekim is dead, one of these fine young men took him out before the damage could be done. They pose no threat. As soon as Dekim hit the floor, they fell apart. Most of the men here worked under me for a time... and I suspect we'll have to open up registration for them, once they've all been cleared." she sighed heavily, and shifted herself beneath Mariemaia.

The soldiers, previously my captors, shot her many looks of thanks. Several of the younger men even began to cry, thankful that they would be spared. Many seemed no older than myself... and not everyone was as mature at such a young age as the pilots, and myself

It was then, that Milliardo, my brother, bolted into the room, flitting his eyes about the room wildly. It was against my will that the water works started... I could not even tell you when they had begun, but my chest tightened, and my throat burned. My brother, my only family, was alive... dead once before, but alive again now... and I couldn't care less about why or how it came to be.

"Relena!" He rasped, running to my side.

I gazed up at him lovingly through my tears, and he heaved a great sigh of relief as he realized I was truly unharmed. When his gaze fell upon the man in my lap however, his look became strained.

Sally and Ms. Noin were next to arrive, immediately diving at Lady Une and the fallen child. She had not woken, and had been gradually losing more and more blood... I could only hope that she was able to be saved, after all... had it not been for her, I would be the one bleeding out upon the cold hard floor.

"This is the infamous Mariemaia Khushrenada, huh? Noin muttered, glaring down at the child in the woman's arms.

Zechs turned his own gaze toward the woman, watching as she looked Lady Une over. It must seem odd the two women that previously hated one another were now so close. Sally only sighed, and crouched at the woman's side.

"You mustn't put all the blame on her... she hardly knew just what she was doing." I protested, casting a weary glance at the group of women. "she came to her senses at the last moment, realized that she was being used. If she hadn't dove in front of me, that bullet would have gone through me. Who knows what state you would have found me in. We should be thanking her, and trying to save her rather than sitting around blaming a 'would be war' on a mere seven year old!" I snapped, my emotions getting the best of me.

Poor Ms. Noin flinched, and shot me an apologetic, but weak smile as Sally went to work on Mariemaia. Taking a bullet for me, the woman she had kidnaped, seemed to redeem her in the eyes of others... not just her own soldiers, but our own.

My brother seemed to hold the child in a brand new light. At the very least, he's capable of forgiveness it seems... so the real him is still in there somewhere. Perhaps his year-long absence was used wisely, giving himself time to dwell on his decisions. Clearly, he'd chosen to be on the right side once again. I couldn't help but be relieved. He'd left this world in a fury of warped ideals and only slipping grasp of sanity. He seemed well recovered, given the circumstances.

"The bullet grazed her spinal cord when it exited... if she recovers, she may never walk again..." My head snapped from Milliardo to Sally at this announcement, and I felt a wave of dread wash over me.

'That could have been me...'

The thought of being paralyzed was terrifying...I made a mental note to make it up to the child, no matter what it took. I'd pay for the best doctors available if- no, she WOULD make it... Sally would see to that...

I ran a hand through Heero's tangled locks and sighed.

He was still breathing heavily, and showed no signs of waking.

"Is everything alright down here!" A voice rang out from down the hall.

Several sets of rapidly approaching footsteps could be heard as debris was kicked across the ground. All at once, three of the remaining four Gundam Pilots arrived, out of breath and worse for wear, but all still in one piece.

"Where's Relena! She alright? We've been worried sick since her transmission was cut off!" Duo panted, bracing himself with his hands on knees. "And Heero too! Wing Zero's been blown to bits right out side! The cockpit was intact, but he was no where in sight, did he make it down here?" The man asked, looking around in panic, as no one seemed to respond to his questions.

Quatre stared down sadly at Mariemaia as Sally shifted her into Noin's arms, and Une shakily rose to her feet. Dorothy, who I hadn't seen in ages, slipped in behind them and watched them handle the girl with curiosity.

"So this is my cousin's daughter..." She murmured.

I sighed, relieved that they were all, for the most part, well. Wufei's absence was unnerving, but it was foolish to think that they'd not separated during battle. I had seen the vast numbers of mobile suits that the army was in possession of...

"I'm fine Duo, just a little shaken up." All at once, the pilots, and Dorothy turned towards me, relief spreading across their faces..that is, until Duo managed to notice just what was in my lap.

His face fell, and his eyes widened, staring down at the motionless Heero Yuy. He gulped down his next breath, and slowly stepped towards me. The others just stared in disbelief. No one, save Trowa, had ever seen the man totally wiped out and defeated.

"He- He's not...?" The braided man choked out, stopping just feet away from us.

I managed a weak smile, and shook my head.

"Of course not...he's just exhausted, and pretty roughed up, to say the least..." I watched as he slumped in relief, and sank to his knees.

It was no secret. Duo had always been closest to Heero out of all the pilots, even thought that really wasn't saying much. Heero still kept his distance, even from his own friends. It was sad, if you really thought about it. Over the last year, Duo, out of the kindness of his own heart, sent me periodic updates on him and Heero whenever he could. This I'd been so very grateful for... after all, who really knew at that point if I'd ever see any of them again? Other than Quatre, none of them were in my line of work.

"Here... give her to me.. You'll never get back over the rubble with her occupying your arms..." Trowa smiled softly, stretching, as he stepped over to the women. They smiled, and Lady Une voiced her thanks as he lifted the small child into his arms.

It seemed fitting really... although Trowa Barton had turned out to not really be THE Trowa Barton, something I'd not been made aware of until the recent events, he still seemed connected to the little girl in a way. Sally and Ms. Noin both seemed grateful for his offer, and followed him back through the double doors. Hopefully they would get her the help she needed quickly now.

"As much as I hate to do this Princess, now that I've gotten over my minor heart attack, I had better take him. Who knows what that explosion and the crash landing did to him. He's a tough guy, but he's only human... much as he'd hate to admit it..." he grumbled jokingly, before scooting to my side, and shifting Heero into his arms.

Reluctantly, I let him go, and watched as Duo slowly rose to his feet with Heero slung over his shoulder. Quatre, who had always been the proper gentlemen, was immediately at my side, helping me to my own feet.

"I know you must be exhausted from this whole ordeal... but I'm afraid that you've got your work cut out for you. The building is shot... the frame is crumbling, and the stairwells are in pieces, but we need to get to the roof. I'll assist you as much as possible, but it's still going to require quite a bit of climbing. I'm sorry..." he murmured, leading me from the room, not ten feet behind Duo and Heero.

It was immediately apparent that he hadn't been joking in the slightest. It looked as though each hallway had been bombed, and I realized that this night was still far from over.

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Short chapter one, but we shall deal.

Hope to have chapter 2 posted shortly!