A/N: And here is chapter 1! It was a pain to work out but I am determined to continue this one. So enjoy the product of my torment! …Which has been sitting in my computer for months…oops…sorry. Lol

"Over a Radio."

Chapter 1

It was a calm night. A cool breeze just rustling the trees as the moon shone down on the grounds below. It was the perfect night, calm and quiet and so Trowa felt safe taking his little brother out of their new trailer and into the open.

Setting the toddler on the ground Trowa waited for the little black haired boy to get his feet under him before beginning his slow walk through the circus grounds, a single little hand gripping his pant leg tightly.

It had only been earlier that evening that he had found a temporary place for them to hide, within a traveling circus. And though the Manager had been skeptical at first, his easy handling of the lions had earned him a place here in the end; at least for a while; he would not get attached.

"Mm?"

The murmured sound and gentle tug on his pant leg brought the uni-banged teen from his thoughts for a moment as he turned to smile down into big, curious emerald eyes; eyes so like his own. Giving a gentle nod of acknowledgement when the child glanced around them in curiosity, Trowa followed behind slowly as the boy toddled off, his small form looking into the cages where the animals slept with bright curiosity.

Of course, the manager might have been even more suspicious if he had known that he had a child with him. That he had a little five year old boy with him with no documentation. Yeah…suffice to say no one knew about his little Angel. Which was why they were out here wandering the grounds of the circus in the dead of night.

When he had moved into the trailer they had given him he had quickly snuck the child in with some of their bags, an easy thing to do with the boy's small form. He had then given the boy some of his toys in a far back corner of the trailer where he wouldn't be seen right away if someone came in unexpectedly, given him a few instructions on not to be seen, and then gone out to ensure he, himself was seen and nothing seemed suspicious.

"Mm?"

Caught once again by the small; barely there; sound, Trowa glanced over to where his Angel stood.

"Those are lions Angel."

The child turned to him for but a moment before the curious child reached his small hand into the cage, no fear showing in his luminous eyes. A few quick strides put Trowa directly behind the child and he watched silently as the lion; the only animal truly still awake; watched the child for a moment before allowing the small boy to pet him as Trowa had earlier.

"Ha."

Trowa smirked, amused by the child's amusement and pleasure as the animal began to lick the small hand almost teasingly. A small yawn caught the elders attention however and he decided it was time to go.

"Let's go. You can see him another night."

For the first time in his memory Trowa actually thought the toddler was going to protest in some way. But it lasted only for a moment before the child gave a last pat to the large animal and turned to grab Trowa's pant leg once more.

Leading the child back towards their trailer Trowa thought through the mission he had received earlier. It seemed straight forward enough, however…he had a feeling it wouldn't go completely according to plan. Glancing down at the top of the little black head Trowa frowned deeply.

Was he willing to put his Angel in danger by taking him along? Did he really have a choice? He had no one to take care of the boy but then…he also wasn't sure he would ever really trust anyone with his safety either. His brother was everything to him…he was his reason to live. And so he would do his very best to protect him at all cost. No matter what.

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"Next we bring you the latest news from the military. Mass production of the Leo mobile suits, is due to resume at full capacity at the Corsica Mobile Suit factory, without any further problems. The factory had experienced major delays, following an explosion; the cause of which is still unknown. However, for precautions and to make further inquiries into the incident, mobile suits from the middle east station will oversee the factory."

Trowa frowned as he closed his eyes, only vaguely listening to the news program as he thought. So his feeling had been right. The mission hadn't taken into account the inclusion of more mobile suits than what were normally stationed at the Corsica base.

"Ah?"

Trowa glanced back over his shoulder to the harness Doktor S had installed once Trowa had taken over the piloting of the Heavyarms.

"Get ready Angel. Our mission is about to begin."

Trowa smiled gently as the small head nodded and the child began to settle himself silently; as always. Despite his young age his Angel was easily able to understand the instructions he was given and was always very well behaved when things became serious…and when they weren't.

An alarm sounding from one of his screens caught Trowa's attention once again and the emerald eyed pilot turned back towards the front where his screens showed a large, rather old fashioned air vessel lifting off.

"Let's begin."

Moving quickly from where he had hidden himself Trowa immediately opened fire, sending a rain of explosives and bullets at the enemy mobile suits. Not bothering to watch as the ones he had targeted exploded in a blaze of fire hard emerald eyes immediately turned their attention to new targets, aiming at both Ares and Leo mobile suits.

Seeing planes coming in from his right Trowa quickly turned his main gun on them, shooting them all out of the sky in a blaze. A warning on one screen drew his attention and quickly Trowa shot the camera that had tried to catch his movements. It was during this movement that he noticed the strategy of the mobile suits and tanks around him. Trowa smirked.

"Strategically speaking, when annihilating a small number of enemies the best plan is to cut off their retreat path and shower them with bullets."

Trowa's smirk darkened slightly as he shot down another suit.

"In this case the Commanders decision to surround and destroy the enemy was in fact technically correct…however…"

Opening his chest plates Trowa allowed the guns there to fire as well, destroying some of the tanks taking aim at him; and therefore, his Angel.

"The Commander should not have taken action without fully understanding his enemies potential."

"Hm."

Turning slightly at the sound from his brother Trowa immediately allowed the knife in his arm to extend as some of the Ares began swooping in in an attempt at close quarters fighting as he fired the guns on the side of his head at the same time. Moving to fire again emerald eyes narrowed slightly as he tested all of his guns and explosive chambers, finding them all empty. Dropping the large Gatling gun with a simple keyed command he glanced back at identical emerald eyes watching him silently, and Trowa smiled slightly before turning forward.

"That was fast. Surprise surprise."

The Ares that was moving to attack him exploding immediately set Trowa back on edge and he moved to shield himself as more fire rained down on the enemies near him. The appearance of another mobile suit; one that looked rather disturbingly like his own immediately drew his attention and therefore his brothers.

"Ah?"

Trowa blinked, watching the suit fight.

"I don't know."

It didn't take long after the arrival of the thirty one suits;only one of which was built like his; for the battle to end. Though there hadn't been that much left to do in the first place. Facing off against the mass of mobile suits Trowa kept his main focus on the one that looked disturbingly like his own Gundam.

The sound of a craft taking off was Trowa's own silent signal to attack the other suit. He had to protect his brother!

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Quatre was momentarily distracted when the OZ craft had taken off but quickly brought his attention back to the suit in front of him. The one he was nearly sure was a Gundam. But was that Gundam fighting under the same orders as he was? Was he fighting with the same enemy in mind? Or was he fighting for the original mission which Instructor H had only ever really hinted at?

Seeing the arm with the combat knife heading towards him Quatre quickly moved his suit slightly to the side.

"I've got to lock that arm in place!"

Reaching out with the same arm he locked it against the others suit, moving it until he had straightened the others arm joint to immovability. Then with quick and sure movements he brought his other hand forward for a punch which was immediately caught by the other.

"He's good. And he definitely wasn't relying on any sort of fire arms."

A spark of curiosity lancing through his space heart immediately caught his attention. It had a young feel…an innocent feel. But why would he be feeling an emotion that could likely only come from a child…on a battle field. Then came the determination. Hard and cold but fiery at the same time.

"This isn't right."

He knew that. Something told him…that they were the same.

"It's not."

Opening his cockpit quickly before Rashid or any of the others could say anything Quatre quickly left to stand of the platform, looking up into the eyes of the other machine; what he was now sure was a Gundam.

"You and I shouldn't be fighting each other!"

Trowa blinked, confused as he looked out at the teen standing outside his machine. He was young, probably the same age as he himself was or even a year younger. He had short blonde hair; messy like his brothers but also calmer, almost appearing to be styled in that way; and what appeared to be large teal eyes. …Teal eyes that looked far too innocent and forgiving to be on a battlefield.

Making a quick decision Trowa made a simple hand gesture to his brother; ordering him to stay silent and hidden; and slipped out of his own cockpit, hands raised in surrender.

There was still something missing…something hidden…and Quatre knew this. But still he smiled at the other. Taller than him; older as well maybe? With oddly cut cinnamon hair that suited him in some way and a single visible emerald eye that spoke of pain and determination.

"Put your hands down. I was the first one to surrender and come out remember?"

Hm. Maybe things would become more interesting from here on out. And maybe…just maybe…he would have help protecting his Angel.

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A/N: Shortish I know but…that's just where it wanted to end. I will likely begin working on the new chapter very soon but school, and illness sadly comes first. Sadly…very sadly. I am also working on…well everything. I am looking over old stories for rewrites and plot hole filling and new stories for continuation.