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The S.A.T. presents....

Gundam Girls, the story behind the people. Part three of the S.A.T. (Silver Alliance Trilogy)

Chapter Six : Together at last... Father meets Son.

Authors Notes... Saberwyn is not amused. She goes and leaves the top author's note blank, and expects me to go and fill it. These gods can be hopeless when it comes to things of responsibility like this. Makes me glad I'm just a plain, ordinary mortal. Do I really have to do this, my lady? (Sabe `woz `ere)

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Heero bit down onto Atalanta's neck, renewing his mark on her. His eyes turned red for a second, as he tasted her blood. Atalanta let out a shuddering sigh as she felt Heero's fangs embedded in her neck. She purred happily, her three tails swaying.

Once the over possessive ookami-youkai that was her husband had calmed down and let go of her neck, he pushed her onto her back and began to sniff her all over, reacquainting himself with her scent. When he reached her abdomen, above the position of her womb, he stopped, growling slightly. Seeds of doubt were planted in his brain.

"You've had a child," he snarled accusingly at her, fangs bared.

"Fourteen years ago I found myself pregnant, despite the fact that I have not been with anyone since the last time we were together," she stressed to him. "I gave birth to a son, Syaoran. There is no mistaking Syaoran for your son, Heero," Atalanta revealed.

"Syaoran's your son?" Heero yelped in shock, his eyes going wide. Then it really hit him. "Syaoran's my son?"

"Yes, your son. After five thousand years alone, I welcomed him into my life easily," Atalanta replied, smiling at her surprised mate. "Don't worry, I was as surprised as you are, but I've never loved him any less.

"You never died, did you?" Heero questioned. He was sad that she had spent so much time alone in a strange world, but at the same time happy that she had survived, and mildly annoyed at the size of the debt he now owed a mortal man.

"No I didn't," Atalanta replied, grinning. "But it does not matter now. You're back and my son will finally get to meet his father."

Heero was still in shock over that fact. "By Ra, I'm a father!" he exclaimed, before letting a sly smile decorate his normally severe features. "Ha, now I'm beating Shin. Just wait until that baka of a twin brother gets his memories back."

"Speaking of Duo, shouldn't you ring the others to let them know where you are?" Atalanta asked. To his surprise, she had wriggled out from beneath him and was currently putting some more wood on the fire. He looked out the window, where it still looked like some higher power was still busy upending the Mediterranean over Sydney. There was no way he could even walk the few metres to his home next door without being drenched to the bone, and there were more interesting things to do where he was.

"I'll ring later. It's been a long time since I stretched my muscles in this form. How about we play twister?" Heero suggested, shifting his smile to an evil smirk.

"You just want to get tangled up in compromising positions with me," Atalanta accused, making room with a flick of one of her tails as she pulled the game out.

"And your point is?" Heero asked, spreading the mat.

Atalanta sighed in amusement. "Never mind."

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They were in their fifth game, completely tangled up, when the phone rang. Atalanta was just able to reach the vid phone and bring it over.

"Hello, Cosmos residence," she greeted. It was Quatre.

"Hello Atalanta. Sorry to interrupt... whatever it is you're doing, but I was wondering if you knew where Heero was?" the blonde pilot asked, uncomfortable with what he was seeing over the phone.

"It's okay, I'm just playing twister. As for Heero..." she drew off, giggling. Moving her head so that she could clearly see her husband, she sung out, "Oi, you. Phone," before passing the phone to Heero.

"Heero, why haven't you come home," Quatre questioned, "or at least called?"

"I've been busy," Heero replied in his trademark monotone. He was about to explain in more detail, but the multiverse's second-most favourite mischief-maker appeared on the vid-screen.

"Heero! Are you actually playing twister?" the braided American exclaimed in mock horror. "Wufei! Quatre! Secure the area; I'm calling the media crews! CNN'll pay a mint for this story!"

"So what if he is Duo? He is human after all. You're just jealous." Atalanta sung out, in defence of her mate. Just like Heero, she could be very possessive and protective too.

"He's human?" Duo looked incredulous. "After all this time, I don't think you can pull that trick on..." He stopped short; discovering the deadly power of Heero's glare was not abated by telecommunications.

"Look baka, there's no way I'll be able to come home in this weather. Atalanta is letting me spend the night in her guest room," Heero growled, not at all amused by Duo's antics.

"Yeah, sure. Okay, have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't." Duo grinned.

"You do realise that that doesn't really prevent Heero from doing anything?" Quatre had finally pushed Duo away from the phone, "We'll see you tomorrow at school Heero."

"Hn." Heero nodded, before hanging up. At that moment, the twisted shape that was Heero and Atalanta gave way, sending the two teenagers, (even though one was five thousand years old) crashing to the ground. Heero started to untangle himself and get up, but a strong grip on his shoulders told him that escape was not in his immediate future.

"Come here you," Atalanta whispered, pulling Heero back down on top of her for a kiss.

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An hour later, Atalanta was lying on her stomach in front of the fire, tails waving lazily behind her. Heero was massaging her back, causing her to purr contently.

"Just how many of Rika's cocktails did you end up drinking over the course of the weekend?" he asked her, his hands working all the knots out of her shoulders.

"Honestly, I lost count after fifty, and that was only the first day," Atalanta replied, yawning, feeling relaxed and almost sleepy.

"Silly Neko, did you forget the triceratops?" Heero laughed. He was completely at home with his wife, and felt more relaxed then he ever had in his lifetime as the Gundam pilot.

"I didn't forget. In fact, we told that very story to Syaoran the night you guys came over for the BBQ. After you left, we were all feeling a bit sentimental and drunk enough that we brought up that memory," Atalanta explained, sighing happily.

"What did he think of that?" Heero questioned, shifting his focus to her lower back.

"I was too drunk to remember," Atalanta admitted, sounding mildly ashamed.

"Typical."

"You're one to talk! Who passed out at his own brother's bachelor party, before the night had even half started?" Atalanta shot back, teasingly.

"That's not fair!" Heero protested, as he finished the massage. He lay down next to Atalanta, turning his head to face her.

"Heh, you've no idea how much I've missed the small details like this," Atalanta said, as she draped her tails across Heero's legs.

"What have you been up to all these years?"

"I fled to the Horsehead Nebula for fifty years. Then I returned to Egypt to start my own cult. They had all forgotten the alliance days and believed I was the goddess Basset. I spent some time in Rome as a priestess of Isis, when Augustus was Emperor. He was one of the nicest guys I'd ever met, a bit like a grandfather to me. I also spent some time with the Celts, learning their ways, and adding a nice collection of torcs somewhere in my large amount of jewellery." She paused, thinking back. "Then, I was a member of court during the reign of Elizabeth the first. She was a good friend. I basically just travelled around a lot. Learnt heaps of new things along the way."

"Sounds like fun," Heero commented. "The last fourteen years must have been difficult though, being a single mother and all." His eyes briefly filled with pain and regret over not being there for her, at any time over the past five millennia.

"They were, but don't be sad. I do not regret any of it, koi. He was such a good baby. Ooh, let me go get the photos!" Atalanta moved to get up, but Heero pinned her down, something else bugging him.

"You are a goddess, are you not? I've noticed that you seem almost afraid to use the magic you were gifted with," he commented, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"When we were attacked, I was rendered helpless. Both my divine and youkai abilities were stripped from me, just like they were from everyone else. Since then, I've felt that there is no point in getting used to having all these abilities, just to lose them when I need them the most," Atalanta admitted, feeling almost ashamed by what she was saying.

"You've changed. What has happened to the lady who would use her powers whenever she could? Who used to say that she was one day going to be as powerful and respected as Ra himself?" Heero questioned.

Atalanta went stiff, pulled away from Heero, and stood up abruptly.

"She became involved in a war that shouldn't have happened. She lost everything and everyone she had ever loved in the space of an hour," she said coldly, before turning her back to Heero. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs.

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Down the road, Syaoran stopped in the middle of what he was doing. He had been playing Halo when the link between him and his mother flared up, filling him with a great sadness. The feeling had been pulsing on and off all afternoon, but this time, he could not ignore it.

"What's wrong?" David questioned.

"Something's wrong with mum. I have to go home," Syaoran stated. David just nodded. He knew enough of the truth about Syaoran and Atalanta to know not to intervene.

"Okay then. We'll do this another time," David replied, giving his strange pal a smile.

"Thanks man." Without another word, Syaoran grabbed his things and teleported home

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Heero rose to his feet, worried at his mate's behavior.

"There's more to this then I know, isn't there?" he questioned.

"Two things," Atalanta eventually said, not turning around. "First, today is our wedding anniversary. Second, tomorrow is the anniversary of the attack."

Finally understanding, Heero walked up to her and pulled her into his arms. She turned around, so that she was facing him, before collapsing into his chest, crying. A pop was heard as some one teleported in to the room. Heero growled in warning, putting himself between the disturbance and his wife, whilst his hold on Atalanta tightened.

Atalanta raised her head, peeking over Heero's shoulder. Seeing it was Syaoran who had just arrived, she pulled herself up and smiled at her son, before attempting to calm her battle-ready mate.

"There is no threat, koi. Our son felt my sadness and was worried, so he came home," Atalanta said, soothingly.

"Our son?" Heero questioned.

"Yes, and I think it's high time you met him properly," Atalanta replied with a smile, pulling out of Heero's arms. Then she turned to their curious and worried son. "Syaoran, this afternoon, Heero and I were caught in the storm. He was soaked to the bones, so I invited him over. As a result, things happened and he got his memories back. Syaoran, I want you to meet your father, King Heero of Elysion, the god of war."

"Otou-san?..." Syaoran whispered. He had always been eager to hear about his father, and to finally meet him face-to-face was like a dream come true. He dropped his human disguise.

Heero paused as the scent from the young hanyou filled his nostrils. He only needed to study it for a second, it was all the evidence he needed. Giving a low woof, he opened his arms and Syaoran rushed into them.

Syaoran sobbed into his father's shoulder, not wanting to let go of his long-lost father. Likewise, Heero did not want to let go of his new-found son. He nuzzled the top of Syaoran's head, letting the scent of his child flow through him.

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Atalanta sat on the couch, watching the reunion. Seeing how quickly and easily Heero accepted their son, she couldn't do anything but smile.

Heero looked up at her, his eyes full of happiness. By the gods, he had a son!

"I'm sorry I haven't been there for you while you were growing up, but I promise to be there from now on," Heero whispered to his son, rubbing Syaoran's back soothingly, helping the fourteen-year-old to calm down.

Sniffling away his remaining tears, Syaoran smiled at his father, before curling up against his mother on the couch.

"What caused the sadness I felt, mum?" he questioned.

"Just some bad memories that came up. I'm okay now," Atalanta replied, reassuringly, kissing Syaoran on the forehead. Neither he nor Heero noticed the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

Heero came over and sat next to his mate, pulling her into his arms. Atalanta was purring in happiness. She had her husband back and her son had finally met his father. Now if only they figure out how she became pregnant with Syaoran in the first place, despite the fact that she and Heero hadn't seen each other in 5018 years.

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Author's Notes: Isn't this chapter just a tear jerker? It's the soppiest one I've written yet. Chapters should be coming out faster now. I have over 80 pages of writing to type up, so you don't need to wait for me to actually think the story up. Hope you all liked this chapter. Will somebody PLEEZ review me?

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