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Gundam Wing: 3 Days In London

Mobile Suit Gundam: Three
Days In London
By Eric Jacobson
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Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Gundam Anything. Leave me alone. I'm not
worth suing.

I got a review!!! Yay! To you who reviewed my story, thank you! And to answer
her questions: Yes, I do know Megan. Otherwise I wouldn't write about her. Two,
I don't have a thing for her, she's just a chat friend. Thirdly, the characters
in this story really don't have anything to do with Gundam Wing. They exist
in that timeline, though. Look at the Universal Century stories (Stardust Memory,
War In The Pocket, Char's Counterattack). They all exist in the same timeline,
but most don't cross over. There ya go. Now, to complete the story in good fashion,
on with the Epilogue

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Epilogue: After Colony 201...

As I stood in the L4 Colony space port, looking out over the stars, thoughts
raced through my head. The Gundam Pilots had achieved peace for the Earth Sphere
only 4 years before, but it seemed like an eternity. And it had been 6 long
years since I had last seen her...

Megan Standish took up most of my spare time. I had been trying to find her
ever since the fall of Marimea Kushrinada and the Barton Foundation, traveling
from continent to continent, and even out here to the Colonies. But my search
was all for not, at least up to this point.

Looking out at the nearby Resource Satellite, I resolved that that was the place
I should continue the search. I would speak to the administrator, Quatre Rebarba
Winner, and see if his influences and contacts could aid me in my search. The
boarding call for the shuttle to the satellite was made, and I picked up my
bag. Breathing one last sigh, I stepped onto the loading platform and boarded
the shuttle.


Upon arrival, I spoke to the Maganac guards on duty and explained my situation.
They agreed to help set up a meeting with Mr. Winner, and it was set for the
next day. After stopping for a burger and a beer, I made my way to my quarters
and prepared to bunk down for the night. Though, out on the Colonies, night
was something a little different.

The next morning I awoke and put on my suit. Since I was no longer a guardsman,
I found it difficult to make the transition back to civilian wear. But my job
demanded it, so I complied. I did miss my uniform, though. It looked nice, and
boy, did Megan love it...

She was running through my mind as I walked to Mr. Winner's office, and even
as I stood waiting in the foyer. When it was finally my turn to meet with him,
his secretary ushered me in. The office itself was simple, with a few decorations
and some pictures of him with what I assumed were a few friends. One was American
and had a long, braided ponytail. The other, a Chinese man with a scowl that
could kill ten men. Another had hair hanging down over one eye and was wearing
what looked like a circus clown's outfit. The last was a stern looking young
man, standing in front of a Mobile Suit that I recognized as the Gundam Wing
Zero.

"Mr. Leary. It's a pleasure to meet you." Quatre Winner was a plain
looking gentleman, Neo-Arabian by birth, blonde and extremely well mannered.

"Mr. Winner, it's certainly an honor to meet you." I extended my hand
and we shook in greeting.

"Oh, please, call me Quatre. I can't stand being called mister anything.
It just doesn't suit me that well. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you." I seated myself and began to tell him my story.


"Wow, Jon, that's pretty intense. So, you were a Mobile Suit pilot?"

"Yeah, that I was. Looks like your friend up there was a Gundam Pilot."

"Who, Heero?"

"That's Heero Yuy?"

"Yep, that's him alright. I haven't seen him in years, though. He always
had this habit of disappearing when the job was finished."

"So you were a Gundam Pilot, too?"

"That I was. All of those guys up there were. We started out alone, and
came together to take on OZ and the Barton Foundation. It took us a while, but
we managed to set things straight."

"I'll say. I had my own run-ins with OZ, and I quit the Guards before the
Barton Foundation came to Earth. The military just wasn't my thing, and I was
still shaken about killing Megan's father."

"I can understand that. So, you haven't seen her since that night?"

"Not at all. And I've thought about her every day of my life since then.
I wonder if she's OK, if she thinks of me, and..."

"And if she's ever fallen in love again."

"Exactly. Even if she has, I still want to see her one last time, to make
sure she's alright and to apologize to her for her father."

"Well, I'll see what I can do. It's a big area to cover, but I'll get my
people on it for you. I'll have Mustafa and the rest of the Maganacs spread
out over the colonies."

"I really appreciate this, Quatre. It's a huge help, and I don't know how
I can ever repay you."

"Don't worry about it, Jon. If we find her, seeing you two together will
be payment enough. Until then, though, you're welcome to stay here all you like.
I'll let everyone know you're my personal guest. You'll have access to everything
you need. And feel free to stop by my office or my quarters any time."

I stood up and extended my hand yet again to Quatre. "Thanks, man. Thanks
allot. I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"Anytime, Jon."

With that, I stood up and made my way out of his office, and headed to my quarters
to get settled for my stay aboard the resource satellite.

Around two days later, Mustafa came to my quarters just after dinner.

"Mr. Leary?" he said over the intercom.

"Yes?"

"Master Quatre would like to see you, could you come with me to his office?"

"Of course, I'll be right out." I stepped out of the room and followed
Mustafa through the maze of corridors that led to Quatre's office. When I arrived,
Quatre motioned for me to come in.

"What's up, Quatre?"

"Jon, there's someone here I think you should see."

"Who's that?" I turned around and looked in the corner of the office,
and my heart jumped clear past my throat and slammed into the top of my skull.
"M... Me... Megan?"

"Hello, Jonathan."

"Good God, how did you... Where have you... Good lord have I missed you!
I've been looking everywhere for you for 6 years, and..."

"Jonathan, I know. Quatre told me all about it."

"Even about... your father?"

Megan turned to Quatre and spoke. "Can we have a moment alone, Quatre?"

"Sure. I'll be right outside. Take all the time you like."

"Thank you." When he had left, she turned to me and began to cry.
"When we left the camp that day, my father swore that he was going to kill
you. I begged him not to, but he was adamant. He said he was going to evoke
his Rommafellar privlidges and get OZ to attack the camp. He sent mother and
I on a shuttle to L1 Colony, and we never heard from him again. It wasn't your
fault he died. It was his choice to go after you. And it was the wrong choice.
I don't blame you at all, nor do I hate you for it. I could never hate you.

"All this time, I wondered and worried about you, Jonathan. I wondered
if you were alright, if you had been killed in the wars, if you still thought
about me. I've replayed our night together over and over in my mind, and I can
still see it as if it happened yesterday. I fell in love with you, Jonathan.
And ever since then, I've loved you and noone else. I've been waiting all this
time to find you, too."

"Megan..."

"Jonathan, when Quatre's men found me on L2, I had no clue that they would
bring me to you. And now that they have, I don't want to leave your side ever
again. My father can't keep us apart, and neither can any war. I want to be
with you, forever..."

I took her into my arms and held her close, just like I had that night 6 years
ago. "Megan. I don't want to lose you again, either. The waiting is over.
We're together now, and nothing can seperate us ever again."

I looked out the office window and saw Quatre, smiling. I mouthed the words
"thank you" to him, and he nodded.

Destiny. It can be a rough road to travel. And fate? Fate is something we alone
control, really. It's up to us whether or not our fate is good or bad, right
or wrong. It's all based on the decisions we make as individuals. And in some
cases, in the ones we make with others. My decision has led me here, and I couldn't
be happier. And together, we have the rest of our lives to determine our fate.
The trick is, this time, we do it hand in hand...

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