Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Family Curse Arc ❯ What really makes a sister ( Chapter 12 )

Warning: Angst, Possible OCC, Yaoi

Disclaimer: Don't own `em. Don't wanna own `em.

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What Really Makes A Sister

Dawn on earth found Faith parking EbonyBlade in the underground hanger at Preventers main headquarters. She was greeted on the tarmac by a tall Preventer with dark red hair. "Marie?" "Yeah, kiddo, it's me." Faith ran up and hugged her longtime friend. "What's it been? A year now?" Mariemaia nodded. "When you don't want to be found, you don't get found. I was sorry to hear about the baby. That had to be rough." Faith's smile faded little. "Yeah it was. But you seem to have something to be happy about. Let me see."

Faith stepped back and looked Marie up and down. Something on her hand caught Faith's eye. "What's this?" She picked up Marie's hand and inspected the diamond ring there. "Who is he?" Marie blushed. "One of the mechanics from the motor pool. Mom thinks I can do better, but I really love him." Faith grinned. "Is she going to try and stop you?" Marie shook her head. "No. Her words were `I may not like it, but if it makes you happy, so be it.'"

Faith shook her head. "That sound like her alright. So when do I get to meet this mechanic of yours?" Marie blushed again. "David will be in later. Right now I'm supposed to be showing you to one of the spare dorm rooms so you can get some sleep before your meeting with mom." Faith yawned. "I guess I am a little tired. Lead on oh she of the red cheeks." Marie giggled. "Oh do shut up."

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After a short nap, Faith headed up to Une's office. "Come in Miss Maxwell. Have a seat. I trust your well." Faith sat down across from Lady Une. "As well as can be expected I think. You said in your message that you wanted to go ahead with the mission. Are the schematics and other information you sent me still up to date?" Une took a folder out of her desk. "No. We have a few updates and your role will be changing. Originally you were to be sent in as a simple solder. Our information now states that the rebels have been seeking out young adult with, shall we say, unique talents. Talent such as yours."

Faith was taken a bit aback. "What talents are those Miss Une?" Une pushed the file folder toward Faith. "Your talents as a telepath. According to these reports, your only a low level, but you're the only agent, active or not, young enough for this mission." Faith picked up the file and quickly read it. "I can already tell you that these readings are off." Une nodded. "I thought as much. I'd like you to remain at headquarters for about a month. We can retest you and see to some special training. I've also noticed that you've missed about a semester of school. I want you to make up as much of that as you can. Is this acceptable?"

Faith nodded. "Mission accepted." Une put her hand to her face and shook her head. "Knock off the Heero impressions. It's funny when your father does it, but coming from you it's just creepy." Faith giggled. In a small, childish voice she replied "Ok, Aunt Anne (1). I'll be a good girl." Faith turned to leave. "Oh and Faith…" "Yeah?" Une held out a box. "Professor G left this for you in his will. Karl wanted nothing to do with it. If you don't want it, I can have it disposed of." Faith took the box. "In his will? So the old coot finally kicked the bucket?" Une nodded. "All except Master O. And the doctors say he's not long for the world either." Faith nodded back. "Do the others know?" "Yes. Your dad wanted to throw a party at G's funeral a month ago." Faith started laughing. "That sounds like dad alright." Une pointed back to the box. "So what should I do with it?" Faith ran her hand over the outside. "Let me look over what's inside. If I don't want it I'll let you know." "That's fine."

Faith returned to her new dorm room to find a pile of books and school assignments on the bed. She shoved the box under the bed. "Guess I'd better get to work on these. One month to make up an entire semester? And I thought I'd get some down time here." Flopping down on the bed, she picked up the first assignment and started.

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After spending the morning being subjected to every physical and mental test imaginable and having to read a chapter on the American Civil War of the nineteenth century in her new history book for a test that night, Faith decided to take a study break. She found an empty training room in the gym and went through the exercises that Wufei had taught her growing up. After an hour of intense kicks and punches, she sat down in the middle of the room to finish with the calming mediation techniques she enjoyed so much.

Relaxing her body, she opened her senses to everything around her. That was when she caught a hint of something. {Come on in. I don't sense you.} Faith suppressed a smile when she was grabbed from behind. Easily breaking the hold, she flipped her assailant over her shoulder and pined them to the mat. "Hello Koneko. How are you?" the flustered Chinese girl sputtered. "But how did you…when…?" Faith smiled, leaned down, and sniffed Koneko's neck. "Here's a tip imoto. When attacking some one, try to remain down wind. If you can't, don't were cucumber melon body spray (2). It's a dead give away."

Faith got up and started to leave the room. Koneko taped her on the shoulder. "Aren't you going to ask what I'm doing here and how I knew you were here?" Faith turned to face her. "Not really. As to how you knew I was here, you always did have a way of finding me when others couldn't. And why you're here? I figure Uncle Wu or Aunt Sally had to bring you in with them. Can't leave the kids home alone." Koneko's face turned bright red. "I'm only four years younger than you, remember?" Faith grinned. "I'm just kidding with you. Goodness, but aren't we touché today. So, what does bring you to HQ?"

The red haired girl smiled. "Actually…You." Faith's face fell. "Me? What about me?" Koneko's brows knit. "Didn't Aunt Anne tell you? I'm your partner for the upcoming mission." "Partner?" Faith sputtered. "I was under the impression that it was a solo mission." Koneko's smile returned. "Not hardly. I'll fill you in as we go back to our room. I've still got to unpack." Faith raised an eyebrow. "Our room?" Koneko giggled. "Yes. Who did you think the other bed was for? Your stuffed moose?" Faith sighed. "Leave Peace Moose out of this."

Exiting the gym, they headed back toward the dorms. Faith sighed again. "She told me my telepathy was why I'm being sent in, why you?" Koneko's grin widened. "I'm part of your cover. Besides, did you really want to go alone?" Faith was silent for a moment. "I guess it'll be easier if I've got back-up, by how are you going to be part of my cover?" A wicked twinkle entered Koneko's eye. "I'm your little sister. We're the daughters of a former OZ soldier. Our mother died when we were little and our father was recently imprisoned in a rebel base raid by the Preventers. We're both angry and want revenge. You heard about this group looking for people with your talent, but you won't join without me."

Faith thought this over for a moment. "Ok, I can see that. There have been a lot of kids my age swept up in the last few raids. Any other details?" Koneko shook her head. "We have pretty much free range to play with our id's to get what we need." Faith looked Koneko up and down. "And the fact that we don't look like sisters?" Koneko laughed. "Easily fixed." Opening the door to their dorm room, Koneko pulled Faith in. "Come on. We have make-overs to plan." 2bc…

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1. I don't know her real name. During some research on the matter, I found an article that suggested that Une's "nice" personality was originally based on "Anne of Green Gables". So I called her Anne. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong.

2. My sister's favorite body spray. Oh, and she's really only three years younger.

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to get out. I'm working now, I've got a web site to keep up, and my Dad's been restricting my computer time. (Not to mention a nasty case of writer's block). I was looking back at some of the past chapter's and noticed that I had originally thought this fic would take twelve chapters. It's taken a life of its own. So now I have no idea how much longer it'll be. Not that I don't know how it's all going to end (evil grin), but it's the getting there that is the unknown.

Peace Moose: But the ending has changed three times? Have you finally decided on just one?

Iruka: Oh do shut up!