Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Expecting The Unexpected ❯ Chapter 3

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

Chapter 3 of Expecting the Unexpected. Oh there's a lot more angst in here guys but some sap as well.

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Trowa threw the last of his desk items into the box, trying to ignore the presence of Heero standing in the doorway; he and Relena were the only other people who knew of the pregnancy.

Unsuccessful with shielding himself from Heero's gaze, he huffed an exasperated sigh and looked up at the other ex-pilot. "Say what you have to say and then be done with it."

"You should not be leaving Trowa. Because if you do you will regret it...believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

Trowa snorted a half sarcastic laugh at the other Preventer's statement. "Unlike you and Relena, my and Anne's love was not written in the stars. It was doomed to fail."

"You think it's easy for me, for Relena? We've our disagreements, our problems, and we no doubt will for the rest of our lives. But having love, knowing you can rely on it to get you through the toughest times is not something to take for granted. Relena taught me that...she showed me."

"Big difference though, Relena has always loved you...me, Une never thought of me as any more than a body to warm her bed and ward off momentary bouts of loneliness. I thought she had changed...that she was different...but she's still cold and heartless, she'll never be able to love anyone."

"Relena thought of me that way once and, at one time, it was the truth."

"What? Look at you now? Yes, Heero, you have changed. Her love has changed you."

"Only because she refused to give up on me."

"Stay and fight? Is that what you're saying? I'm no longer a soldier, Heero, and I refuse to fight a losing battle."

"I didn't think you could be defeated this easily."

"I'm simply tired of hurting...feeling...loving. I want to run, even though I know the demons will continue to follow me."

"Mn." Heero was scowling. "Right Trowa, you are no longer a soldier, just a coward." He left the room then, leaving a shaking and uncertain Trowa behind.

"Yes, Heero, I am, a coward."

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Anne looked at her index finger, noticing she had chewed the nail to the quick; she had not bitten her nails since she was ten. So much for the French manicure, she thought as she slapped her hand down on her knee, shifting in her seat. The waiting room to the clinic was small and the seats very uncomfortable.

After her decision she had went to Sally and told her of the situation, but Wufei's fiancé, even though she supported her friend's decision, had refused to perform the procedure. But she had given her a name of another doctor, a man who was in his late fifties. And now, here she was. Colonel Lady Anne Une, Head of the Preventors forces biting her nails in a cramped, dimly lit room, hiding under a false name, blonde wig and large, dark wrap around shades. It was two thirty-five p. m. and her appointment was at two-thirty p. m.

"Annie Unclesby?"

Une's heart jumped ten feet hearing her false persona's name. She quickly rebounded, the calm, cool, exterior of a warrior she long thought dead, draping over her mind and form. She slowly rose to her feet and smiled demurely as she followed the nurse inside of the steel coated double doors.

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Trowa felt the heat of the sun on his face as he leaned against the side of the building, the shoebox held by his side, waiting patiently for the cab he had called to take him back to the circus grounds. His eyes were closed and as was his nature, he found himself deep in thought and trying to will his heart from shattering into a million pieces.

He had contacted her two days back, offering at least to be there with her during the procedure, but she had refused, ever the stubborn woman who thought she needed no one. He wondered though if she really believed it.

He was brought out of his daze by the honking horn of the cab. Opening the door and sliding inside, he told the cabby where to take him. He leaned back into the seat to rest his head. Was Heero right? Was he giving up too easily? Had he been so consumed with grief and self-pity that he had overlooked something? His eyes snapped open as an idea flashed into the front of his mind. There was a way and there was a solution, if only he could make it in time. He raised his voice at the cab driver, telling him to take him instead to the East Hill Side Clinic.

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Now dressed in a simple hospital gown Une felt the coolness of the operating room floor through the thin material of her slippers. She did as she was instructed and hopped up on the table and laid down, her back cramping at the hardness beneath her. Her heart began to race and she felt faint, her resolve changing somewhat into a controlled panic.

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The rush hour traffic was horrible. Trowa wiped his sweaty brow as he looked at his watch which read two thirty-eight p. m. He glared at the startled look of the cabby, knowing the guy must have thought him a mad man, and Trowa himself felt like one, for the first time in as long as he could remember, his emotions seemed to be getting out from under his control. "Fuck this! I'm not giving up!" Not used to yelling, his throat burned somewhat from his outburst but he ignored it and instead threw several bills into the front seat of the cab and pushed open the door. Once on his feet, with determination and adrenaline rushing through his veins to carry them, he took off in a flying sprint, running as he had never ran before toward the direction of the clinic.

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"How are you feeling Miss Unclesby?"

Anne slipped on her shoe and slid her purse over her shoulder. "Just fine, thank you. Bet you don't get many women like me in here do you?"

She smiled a little herself, seeing the nurse's lips curl into one as well. "You would be surprised Miss Unclesby. It's not an easy decision. But I'm sure you will be fine. I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you." Une said no more as she willed the strength back into her knees and pulled open the door, slipping on her shades to protect her identity as well as her eyes from the glare of the bright sun.

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If Trowa had not had the heart and the body of an athlete both would no doubt be burning after the mile and a half run to the medical building. His breathing was heavy as he came to an abrupt halt. He looked at his watch. "Fifteen minutes, I'm too late...it must have started by now." He threw down the box and fell to his knees. He growled out the word "no" and punched the wall of the clinic, busting the knuckles of his right hand.

Anne closed the door behind her softly and turned when she heard what sounded like a person softly crying from around the corner. Curiosity as well as concern overtook her and she cautiously proceeded to make her way to the root of the noise. She caught her breath and fresh tears of her own that began to surface as she saw the person sniffling was in fact, Trowa. She saw his rapidly swelling and bruising hand, but knew the pain from the injury was not the reason for his tears. He was crying for her, for himself, but mostly for the life of his unborn child.

She slowly knelt down beside him taking off her sunglasses. Sensing her presence he looked up into her eyes and spoke her name in a cracked and hoarse voice. She spoke his name as well in an emotional sob of her own. They embraced, clinging to one another as if the world itself had come to an end, but then again, the world that had existed of only with him and her had in fact, came to the end, or had it?

Trowa calmed himself down enough to finally speak as he held his ladylove, tenderly stroking her back. "H...how are you feeling? Is there a...a lot of pain?"

She curled her hand to her mouth and sniffled, her own tears beginning to slow. "Not at all, considering..." She pulled away from him, hands clasped behind his neck, a quivering smile upon her lips and in the tone of her voice. "I couldn't do it Trowa, I couldn't go through with it."

Her smile grew wider as she saw a spark of happiness light up in his beautiful green eyes.

"Y...you mean...?"

Une shook her head, her smile turning into laughter.

"Oh I love you girl!" Trowa chuckled as he sprung to his feet spinning once with Anne in his arms before sitting her down on her feet.

She held her head, somewhat dizzy. "Calm down there, boy, doing something like that to a pregnant woman could prove to be disastrous to your shoes. Besides we need to get that hand of yours checked out."

"I don't care, I don't care." Trowa chanted. "All I care about is that you and the baby are fine and well...I..."

"I love you too, Trowa." She was looking up at him again. "I've just finally decided to admit it and except it and make the most out of it. I know with you even my darkest days will have a ray of sunlight. I believe in you, I trust you."

Trowa knew not what to say right away. For it was the first time Anne had been this open with her feelings or this affectionate to him. But he decided not to take it for granted, for there were still concerns and worries she had, questions that he would soon put an end to. "I'm so very glad you feel that way, Anne, because, I know what it is we can do, to benefit everyone and make the best of the situation."

She stopped any more words from coming out of him as she pulled his head down and kissed him soundly. She pulled away again and took his good hand. "Later, okay, let's get you to the ER."

"Yes maam." He winked, keeping in step with her. She sighed and rested her head against his shoulder, quite content, the fear still there but the worry gone. Her thoughts from now on would only be concentrated on herself, her baby and the very man she loved more then all else, Trowa Barton.

TBC…