Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Past Meets Present ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Meiran woke up when she heard the doors opening. Clutching her daughter closer to her, she saw a man walking into the room, carrying a tray. Before she knew what she was doing, she asked him a question.

“Why are we here?”

“We want Chang Wufei;” he answered, sitting the tray down in front of her. “When we get him, you two will be let go.”

“He’ll never give himself up though,” Meiran replied. “He’s too much of a bastard.”

Miles away, Wufei winced at hearing his wife’s words. Heero was busy on his laptop but the others still had theirs from the war. Quatre was busy searching through some of Wufei’s latest missions with Trowa helping. Duo was doing something, most likely looking up parts of Meiran’s past. But Wufei wasn’t doing much. He kept switching over to see his wife and child because that was the only thing he felt like he could do.

Then he realized something. The guy that she was talking to. He knew that man. It was the man who had interviewed him and Sally when they started their last mission.

“Stop. I know who has them,” Wufei suddenly said. The others looked up at him. The expressions on Quatre and Duo’s faces were ones of relief but the other two were unreadable as over.

“Well, then, who’s got them?” Duo asked. The Chinese man told them quickly of the last mission he had been on.

“We need to call the other three over here then,” Heero added when Wufei was finished. “Especially Sally.”

Wufei stopped himself from touching the spot on his face where the woman had hit him. It was hard to believe that everything was happening so fast. He had just gotten home from a mission just the day before and already the people he had betrayed were after him. They had his wife, they had his daughter. And they wanted him.

“Hello, this is the home of Lucrezia Noin and Sally Po. Please leave your name and phone number after the beep along with any and all messages you may have.”

Sally sat next to her answering machine, watching soaps, trying to ease the pain that was in her heart. Suddenly, she heard Wufei’s voice.

“Sally, I know you’re there. Pick up the phone,” he commanded. She rolled her eyes and listened. “Sally, this is important. I need your help. If you don’t, then, innocents people will be killed,” he said, this time, pleading, something she thought he would never do. But she stood firm and didn’t answer the phone.

“She’s either not home or not picking up the phone,” Wufei told them. Just then, Meiran’s voice started to yell from Wufei’s computer.

“No! Don’t take her away!” Meiran yelled, clutching her daughter as the man who had brought them food was tugging at her daughter. “Niáng!” Screamed Xin Xin as she clung to her mother. The five guys could only watch as Xin Xin was torn from her mother’s arms and taken away.

“Dammit,” Wufei growled afterwards as they heard Meiran sob. The woman was curled into a little ball, expecting the worst. But, this one thing spurred the guys to work even harder. The day passed quickly without much more said.

Towards three in the morning, Heero finally cracked the silence. “Found them,” he said triumphantly. The other four just looked at him, eyes weary, not quite getting what he had said until it sunk in. And then, the room became alive again as the guys stood up and stretched. And then, they began to plan. Of course the five would sneak in and try to sneak the two girls out but that may not be possible.

Quatre yawned quite loudly and blushed just a little. “I guess the lack of sleep has caught up with me,” he told them sheepishly. Not meaning to, he did it again. “It’s been a long night. Why don’t we go to bed and sleep for awhile?” Trowa suggested, slinging an arm around Quatre. Duo nodded in agreement, already heading off to his and Heero’s room.

Trowa helped Quatre up the stairs, making sure the blond man didn’t fall down the stairs from fatigue. Heero looked at his silent friend for a moment. And then, he closed his laptop and left the room without saying a word.

Wufei was now in the room alone. Stealing one last look at the computer screen, he found himself saying something over and over. He didn’t know what he was saying but it seemed to help because he left the room and headed to his own.

As soon as he walked into the room, he realized that it still had his wife’s stuff in it. It was then that he realized the room looked quite like their own had back on L5. And that, for some reason pleased him. Undressing down to nothing, the Chinese man looked through his dresser for a few moments, looking for his normal white sweat pants. Pulling out a lacy, red nightdress he blushed, realizing that it must be Meiran’s. It was all he could do from imagining his wife in it. Putting it back, he soon found what he was looking for. And then, he sank into his bed, inhaling Meiran’s sweet, yet tangy smell that clung to the pillows, both his and hers.

Meiran was huddled in a small ball, not wanting a thing in the world but her daughter. She needed her Xin Xin. She needed her Faith.

The story behind her daughter’s name was one Meiran had never told her baby girl and might never. So many years ago, when Meiran was sent away to that other colony; she had had no idea that she was pregnant. If she had, the Chinese woman would probably have not joined the fight. But she didn’t know and so, she had.

It came to a surprise to the woman to find herself pregnant, her child alive even through the explosion that had just about killed her. As she slowly healed, becoming larger and larger with each month, Meiran slipped more and more into depression. Because of her injuries, she could not give birth to her baby; instead, the doctors cut her stomach open and tore the child from her insides.

That had been the final straw. While her newborn child was away in the nursery, never having been seen by her mother, Meiran had had enough and tore the wires from her body. The IV had been the first to go and with it, the drugs given to keep her under control.

She had destroyed her room, the nurses said later on. A little hellcat, one had commented, making Meiran puff her chest in pride.

But somehow, one of the nurses brought Meiran her baby. Meiran had looked into those little eyes that stared back at her. And suddenly, she no longer wanted to give up. Holding the girl close, Meiran, barely more than a child herself, gave her child a large weight. “As long as I have you, I will have faith,” breathed the new mother.

Xin Xin, given the name just moments before, yawned and snuggled close to her mother. The tiny baby was soon asleep and her mother was as well. The nurse who had come to check on Meiran saw the two and smiled.

The next year was the hardest of Meiran’s life. She had to go through so much therapy and still be a mother. Though, thankfully, the nurses all adored her daughter and did most of the work. Since Meiran had no legal guardians left alive, she was forced to live in the hospital until they found her capable to live alone and take care of a young child.

Eventually, she was released into a healing home. The woman that ran the place instantly fell in love with Xin Xin, which made things so much easier because now, the young girl was beginning to walk. And so did her mother. Meiran was hobbling around at about that time and her daughter would watch with wide eyes. If Meiran fell, Xin Xin would cry for her. But if she didn’t, her daughter would act like it was the biggest accomplishment in the world.

Even as a young child, Xin Xin caught on to so much. It wasn’t that much after that when Xin Xin began to talk and her first word, much to Meiran’s delight, was Niáng. Originally, the Chinese woman had tried to teach her daughter Chinese but found that it just wasn’t as practical as the more common and more used language that everyone knew. But the little girl still had quite a Chinese vocabulary that she had acquired over the years just by asking her mother. She really did want to learn about her mother’s language.

Just then, the door opened and a small figure walked into the room. “Xin Xin,” Meiran called, rushing to hug her child. After she was done, Meiran began to check for any cuts and bruises. To her relief, the only ones she had were old ones that she had already had before being abducted.

The next few days went like so. Just doing nothing really, though about halfway through the second day, Meiran began to teach her daughter new Chinese words. Both of them were eager for the distraction though they dreaded the times when Xin Xin was called away. One of these times, Meiran began to hear yelling and the sound of gunfire.

“This is the last room,” a man’s voice said in front of Meiran’s door. It opened suddenly and flooded the small room with light. Meiran instantly covered her eyes. With her inability to see, she didn’t realize that someone was next to her until they spoke.

“Are you okay?” He asked concerned. Meiran realized she knew that voice and turned, throwing her arms around Quatre’s neck.

“Do you have Xin Xin?” Was the first thing out of her mouth. Quatre shook his head and answered, “Trowa and Wufei are going after her.”

At that time, the radio Quatre had crackled. “Oh-four, you there?”

“Yes, Oh-two,” he answered. The first voice came back. “Do you have her?”

“Yes,” Quatre replied. “Stay in the room with her. Don’t leave until Oh-one or I tell you to leave,” ordered Oh-two. Before Quatre could ask why, the sounds of a firefight broke out. It went on for forever, Meiran thought but finally a new voice crackled. “Oh-four, this is Oh-one. Do you read me?”

“Loud and clear. Is it okay to move?” Quatre asked. “Yes, and do so quickly. And avoid the front entrance, Oh-two’s setting some explosions in it,” cautioned the new voice.

Quatre turned to Meiran. “We have to move,” he told her, standing up. Holding out his hand, he helped her up. “Now, you need to stay as quiet as you can and don’t question what I do,” he told her. Meiran nodded and followed him as he headed for the front entrance.

It was all she could do to keep from questioning him about that. But she didn’t say a word and followed him out the building. Staying close, she realized that they were coming close to a small van. Quatre walked over to it, checking it for bugs and traps before motioning her to join him.

Soon, Heero and Duo joined them. Trowa had just come running up to them with Xin Xin clinging to his neck when the group heard a loud explosion. Turning to the place they had just come from, all they found was a fiery mess.

“Why did you do that?” Heero growled, turning to his friend. Duo just looked at him in shock, pulling out a small push button. “I didn’t do that,” he replied. “The red is still here,” he added, pointing to a side of it.

Trowa handed Xin Xin to her mother and asked what they all were thinking, “If Duo didn’t, then, who did?”

A/N: This was an interesting chapter to write. I really didn’t want to write their mission to get the girls until the next chapter but it didn’t work out that way. Well, I can’t think of a thing to say other than please go to my profile page and check out my website.

I think once I get a few more things on it, that people will really like it. But I think my favorite part of it will be Ask The Guys once it gets a few things. Ask the Guys is where you ask the five pilots any and all questions you have for them. But, you can also ask others questions, like Lady Une or Catherine.

You haven’t missed anything yet, but if you want, you can email me any questions you have for them now at let_go180 @ yahoo .com. You’ll obviously have to take out the spaces, or you could just go to my site which has a direct link to my email address.

I own nothing in this fic but little Xin Xin who inspires her mother to have faith. Do you guys still think I’m going to kill the little girl off?