Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Expecting The Unexpected ❯ Chapter 1

GW and its characters don't belong to me but to Sunise/SOTSU Agency Bandai etc.etc.

Always wanted to write a 3x11 just could never think of a storyline. Then I thought about this storyline and decided to go with it. At the time this story is taking place Trowa has just turned eighteen and Lady Une is twenty-two. I decided to use the name Anne for her considering that I've heard it may technically be her first name. Whether it's true or not, I've no idea but I'm using it none-the-less.

Also I mention in this story that after the war the gundam pilots have been emancipated, meaning that they have been ruled adults by the courts and are looked at technically as adults with all the rights, privileges and the like, despite them not being eighteen at the time. To me this would make sense, considering none of them have any kind of parents left, maybe, maybe not, that's just my two cents on the issue. But I'm also pointing this out so people don't read this and say that Une shouldn't have been sleeping with a guy who was only seventeen at the start of their affair. If he's legally an adult, no crime has been committed.

I hope whoever reads this enjoys it.

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Lady Une stood in the bathroom in total shock and disbelief, her shaking hand holding a short white stick, her eyes still transfixed on the two solid parallel lines. "No, no, this isn't real, this isn't real. It's a mistake." Her voice was hushed and wavered from its usual clear, confident tone. She looked briefly at the four other sticks that had been discarded in her wastebasket, they couldn't all be wrong could they? That was it. They were all wrong maybe if she tried a different brand? Her thoughts changed as her stomach began to roll and she turned her body to collapse on her knees with her head hung over the toilet as she sacrificed her entire breakfast, as she had for the past two months, to the porcelain god.

After she was finished she sank to the floor. Reality sunk in as she hung her head. "Oh my god, I'm pregnant." She sprung to her feet a little too quickly and felt lightheaded and dizzy. She leaned against the bathroom wall for a second to collect herself, repeating once again, "oh my god, I'm pregnant," but this time she quickly added, "oh my god, what will he say?"

Trowa once again looked at his watch. It was just shy of being 10:30 in the morning. She's not here, something's not right. I should call her and see if she is okay. He peeked outside his office door and when he saw no one around, he closed it. Locked it, and then walked over to the desk. Sitting in the swivel chair he picked up the phone receiver and spoke the phone number that was automatically dialed by the voice activation system. The phone seemed like it rang forever before it was picked up. He thought it strange that she did not turn on her view screen when she finally did answer. "Hello?"

Trowa used a hushed tone, even though he knew he couldn't be heard and had secured the phone line. "Anne. Are you okay?"

Her voice seemed ragged and tired but steady for the most part. "I'm sorry Trowa, I just don't feel well today. I'm surprised they didn't tell you I called off."

"They didn't. Us Perventers seem to be the last to know about everything. But that's beside the point. Do you think it's just the flu?" He heard a small crack of a chuckle in her voice.

"It's nothing terminal."

"Well, I'm glad of that. I was worried, you've never been late to work before."

Her voice was a half laugh. "Guess there's a first time for everything, huh?"

Trowa furrowed his brow still sensing something wasn't right. "Are you sure you're all right? Why aren't you letting me see you on screen?"

"I look awful Trowa, believe me, you don't want to see me."

"I've seen you every way possible Anne, so why not now?" He smiled a little, hoping his attempt at humor would be appreciated, and it seemed to be when she huffed a tiny laugh.

"Not right now, but I do need to see you later and discuss something very important. It affects both of us"

The ex-pilot of Heavyarms cocked the brow of his one visible eye. "When? What time?"

"Um, tonight, around 11. Use the back entrance as usual."

"I will be there Anne. Count on it. Bye."

"Bye."

They clicked their phones off at the same time.

Trowa rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and pressed his fingertips together creating a triangle shape in front of face, he brought the fingers to his forehead between his eyes and tapped them there in thought, wondering what news it could be that Lady Une had to tell him. He had always known women to be complicated; he just never knew they could be so stealthy as well with their words. But then anytime he had had a chance to see Anne he would take it.

She was a beautiful woman with a kind, gentle soul who was much more soft and fragile then she led many to believe, and he, Trowa Barton, had been able to within the last six months peel away at her many layers to reveal the even more beautiful soul of the often thought of detached and standoffish Miss Lady Anne Une.

Lady sunk to her bed with a heavy sigh. She curled up on her side with a pillow held tightly to her chest. Her thoughts drifted to a certain, tawny haired, green-eyed young man who had peeked her interest when he was only fifteen. Then, as the years went by, and as he grew, she found he had captured her attention more and more, until eventually she had allowed him into her bed and into her heart, where she found she had trapped him forever.

True, he was four years younger then her, only having turned eighteen a few months ago, but his spirit was that of a man brandishing a maturity, grace, and understanding way beyond his years. So much so, that one could easily, forget his true physical age. But this, an unplanned pregnancy could even have the oldest most mature man running for the hills, so why should she expect an eighteen year-old male to want to hang around and become a father when he had his whole life and other women his own age ahead of him?

She then resolved to herself that she might, in fact, become a single mother once again, this time to her own biological child. She slowly sat up in bed, thinking of Mariemeia. She groaned a little. How would she explain this to her adopted daughter? After hours of lecturing the young girl about abstinence and safe-sex only to become pregnant herself…in Mariemeia's eyes would she not look like a fool...a hypocrite?" Would someone deem her an unfit mother and try and take Mareimeia away from her care? She closed her eyes and sighed again in defeat only to suddenly snap them back open. What about her job?"

She was the head of the Preventers? Trowa was her subordinate, well, technically he was only a consultant to the Preventers and still was employed by the circus, but still did it count? Oh the press would have a field day would they not? She would be disgraced, humiliated, would she have to give up her job that she loved so much?" True, a year earlier at seventeen Relena had become pregnant by Heero but that scandal died down, tossed up as the fool heartiness of two young, stupid teens, so Relena's position lost her some respect though it was quickly regained when it was revealed that her and Heero had secretly married three months before she had even became pregnant.

But wasn't she different? Considered an adult? A young adult but an adult none-the-less and, she happened to be seeing a man who at the time had only been seventeen. It was known that all of the gundam pilots had been emancipated after the war, but would that fact even matter to the eyes of the world or her agency?

Une felt faint all over again and for the first time began to cry. How could she have been so stupid, so impulsive as to start an affair with Trowa Barton and to end up in the situation that she was now in? Perhaps even thinking of keeping this baby was the wrong path to choose. If she just got rid of it, it would be over, no one would know, it could be forgotten, as if it never existed. She rose from her bed and on shaking knees she walked over to the window and looked out of it, her hands on the windowsill. "What am I going to do? Oh god Trowa, how could this happen?"

TBC...