Disclaimers: These things really suck don't they

Disclaimers: These things really suck don't they?? I hate having to write them. Oh well, I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters, they belong to whoever the heck made them. I just use them to entertain us. ::laughs:: Dance lil Heero-chan Dance!! ;D

Authors Notes: Hey! Everyone liked it!! Thank you to all of you who reviewed, it really meant alot to me and most likely made me write this chapter faster than I had intentionally planned! Nothing new to report except I now have a glimmer on how this stupid IS going to end. It's kinda weird but it'll be sweet. Please enjoy and remember to review!! ^.~

PS: Oh and during the driving scene Heero is driving in Japan and therefore, at least I think, they drive on the opposite side of the car and opposite side of the road. So when I say he turns right he's on the left side of the road driving down it. If I am wrong on their driving system forgive me, tell me and I will fix it. Thanks!

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Never Let Go: Chapter Two

By Jadet

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"Damn that caller!"

Heero growled and rubbed his temples for what seemed the hundredth time, squinting to see the road as he drove home. Because of that caller he couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day, even having to ask Joy to cancel a lunch with Duo because he couldn't think of anything else but that message. And because of that stupid pranker he had the worst headache imaginable, which was saying alot. He knew he had an incredible tolerance for pain, even going as far as to set his own broken bones a few times, therefore he barely ever acknowledged it let alone complained of it. But this headache made him want to grab his revolver from the glove department and shoot everyone else on the road.

Especially the idiot in front of him.

Muttering a few choice curses, Heero checked behind him for cars. Seeing none, he smiled grimly and pushed his foot on the gas. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, besides being against the law this was only a two lane road, each one going opposite from the other. The chances of another car coming his direction in the blind spot to the right of the truck in front of him were extremely high, as well as the chance of him running head long into it. But he seriously did not care. He was annoyed, furious at an unknown prank caller, and not willing to go 35 in a 55 limit. And tonight was just NOT the night to be putting up with all of this.

Getting right behind the truck in front of him, Heero jerked the steering wheel and swerved into the opposite lane, stepping on the gas even more. Almost immediately Heero spied the oncoming cars, golden orbs bobbing through the blackness towards him. Several honks from them issued as they got about ten feet away but Heero ignored them, concentrating on pulling ahead of the truck. It didn't take that long going about 70 and Heero swerved back into the left lane in front of the truck, a smile of pure satisfaction on his face. In his review mirror he saw the truck driver shaking a fist as he pulled away and Heero let out a dry laugh.

It felt so good to be able to get out some of his frustration. Even though it wasn't that much since that wasn't a challenge at all, it was still some. And even though as a Gundam pilot he and the others had faced tighter and much more dangerous situations and what he just did didn't amount to anything, it still felt good!

Not even bothering to reply to some more rude gestures from the motorists he just terrified, Heero set his mouth in a firm line and sped away. He reached his home, a medium sized cottage at the edge of a lake, a short time later. Snow creaked under his tire when he stopped and Heero couldn't help but relax when he looked at the house.

They had bought it right after they had been married, roof leaks, eight foot snow and all. The cottage was the only part of their lives that was secluded and private, and only theirs, the nearest neighbor being ten miles away. It had been perfect. Still was for that matter just quieter, more lonely, but still perfect to him. Even after her death he still lived here, preferring to deal with the memories than run away. He had ran away too much in the past, he wasn't going to repeat the same mistakes. Besides that, she was here under the oak tree they had spent so many lazy summer afternoons. He wasn't about to leave her, not now, not ever. He owed her that much at least.

Heero's eyes hardened then when he noticed hour old foot prints leading up to his house and growled low in his throat. No one should have been up here, this was private property and he was the only one to use this house. That being the case it meant someone was either being extremely stupid and trying to break in and steal everything, or more likely an unwelcome visitor, meaning Zechs again.

"Guess I do get to use my gun," Heero muttered angrily, leaving everything else in the car and taking his gun. Clicking the safety off, Heero quietly walked up his walkway to the door. His gun in his right hand, Heero twisted the knob with his left, narrowing his eyes when it turned easily under his hand. Zechs usually didn't leave the door unlocked when he came to visit Relena, him being as paranoid as Heero. Still no one was stupid enough to try and rob him right? How could they have found it anyway? He had purposely chosen in because it was nestled between two mountains, a lake to the left and forest to the right.

Swinging the door open, Heero peered into the darkness, both hands on his gun. Not seeing anyone in the family room to the right nor the living room to the left, he slinked through the door and shut it quietly behind him. No odd sounds penetrated his hearing and Heero began to feel his age old friend, unease, come back. Now he knew it wasn't Zechs, not that Zechs made much noise or left messes, it just didn't *feel* right to him. And he never ignored his instincts before.

Heero quickly looked into the kitchen and the downstairs bathroom, feeling more uneasy as he went from room to room. Nothing was out of place, nothing missing. What kind of thief didn't steal or even _touch_ anything?

A soft sound finally came from upstairs and Heero swiveled on his heel and bounded out of the room he was checking and up the stairs, still not making any noise. The sound came again, and Heero turned to find himself staring at the door to his room. Again the sound came again but now Heero recognized it. It was so soft that when he was downstairs it didn't sound like anything but a weird noise, now he knew what it was. The person was sneezing.

Heero narrowed his eyes dangerously and shifted his gun from his left hand to his right so that he could open the door. It opened easily and Heero slipped in, careful to stay in the shadows. Right in front of him was his bed, moonlight shining down onto the sheets from the crescent window above the bed. Again nothing looked out of place except that there was someone sprawled out on his bed, face pressed into his pillow. The figure was wearing heavy pants and a jacket, golden hair fanned around the head. From that and by the thinness and shape of the body Heero knew it was a woman. In one of her hands she clutched a raggedy looking teddy bear tightly as if afraid to let go.

Heero felt himself tense up and a strangled sound erupted from his lips. That was his wife's teddy bear, the one he gave her when they were 15. She had loved the dumb thing with a passion and kept it on her dresser for whenever she needed comfort he couldn't or didn't know how to give. It was hers and Heero hadn't touched it since the day she had died. Now some damn woman was clinging to it! Hot white anger coursed through his body, and not bothering to check the rest of the room Heero stalked up and ripped the bear from the woman's grasp, holding it tightly to his chest. A momentary calm spread over him that didn't stop him from pointing the gun at the waking figure, but definitely stopped him from shooting her on the spot.

"Wha..." The woman moaned, rolling onto her back and slinging an arm over her eyes. Heero watched with masked smugness when the woman realized what had woken her up, and sat up with a jerk, scanning the room. "What? What is it Heero?"

Heero felt some of his anger vanish only to be replaced with confusion when the woman's voice asked him what was wrong using his name in a strangely familiar voice. He didn't let his hand waver however, and gripped it tighter. A hollow ache began to spread through his chest and Heero growled and shook himself mentally. Why, why did that voice sound familiar?

Heero's eyes became colder when the woman asked again, scooting closer to him. "You're what's wrong, what are you doing in my house?" He asked, a cold frost in his monotone voice. It surprised him when the woman looked at him quizzically, placing her hands on her hips.

"I live here, thank you." She returned with equal force, not even looking concerned that she was at the barrel end of his gun. As if he wasn't confused and surprised enough, the woman lost the hard look on her face to a worried one and reached up to touch his arm. "Heero, are you okay?"

Heero jerked back, the gun still trained on the woman. The pain in his chest was threatening to explode now, still Heero tried to ignore it. He had more important things to worry about. Like for instance what was she doing here, who did she think she was, and how the hell did she know his name? And why did her voice ring like a bell in his head, making his heart hurt even worse than it already was?

The woman looked really surprised now, and brought her hand back to her side self consciously. "Heero?"

"Who *are* you?"

//Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump//

"Heero what are you talking about?"

"Who the hell are you?!" Heero yelled, stepping back even farther till he bumped into the wall. The light switched pressed painfully into his back, but he didn't remove his eyes from the woman looking at him worriedly from the bed. His bed.

//Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dumpba-dump//

"I'm Relena Heero, your wife," the woman whispered, tears spilling over her cheeks from pools of sea blue, willing him silently to tell her what was wrong.

//Ba-dump...........................//

"Re... Relena?" Heero choked, reaching behind his back to hit the switch. Light flooded into the room and the woman before him blinked, pushing a stray strand of gold honey back behind her ear. Heero felt his heart stop as memories of laughter, golden waterfalls, red lips, and sea blue pools flooded his mind as he watched the woman fidget on the bed, chewing her bottom lip nervously. An act he had seen her do thousands of times before. An act he hadn't seen in five years. An act he thought had died with her.

"Heero...?"

Heero felt his knees buckle underneath him and he fell to the floor, staring back at the woman on the bed with confusion. The wife he had lost five long years ago had come back. Ridiculous questions and thoughts swirled around his head but only one stuck.

His wife wasn't dead.

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End of Chapter Two

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Notes: Buwahahahahaha!!! Yet another cliff hanger!! Teehehehehehe!!! Gomen, gomen I'll get the next chapter out real soon. Well jya! And don't forget to review!! ^.~