Mistress Mary
Chapter 2
By Silent Stalker
DISCLAIMER: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I'm too lazy to look up who exactly it does belong to (lucky bastards), but that someone isn't me. The character of Mary, and the plot, do belong to me however. Please don't steal them.
WARNINGS: Uhh, none really. Shounen ai hints, that's all.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry it took so long to get this next part up (7 months! Holy $#!^!!!!) I hope you like this chapter. In it you'll learn a few of Duo's secrets, and a bit more about MY07. Uhhh. . . still Duo-1st person POV.
You know the oddest part about a near death experience? Waking up. Yup, that's right. You're first thought is 'Whoa! I'm alive!' And your second one is always: How? For me, the answer was pretty obvious.
I believe in magic. You can't be me and not believe in magic. It's a vital part of who I am; though I couldn't tell you why. Trowa wasn't the only amnesic one amongst us. So it didn't really shock me all that much to see the little girl from the tank squatting beside me, her hands glowing and pressing on my chest. She was healing me. The minute I caught her eyes, she pulled back her tiny hands as if burnt and scuttled backwards quickly.
I looked around me, to see if she had inadvertently healed the other two, but they were still dead. I was sitting in a pool of blood, clear liquid and broken glass. It didn't take a gundam scientist to figure out that the girl had busted out when I passed out. I looked over at her, to see her staring at me warily, as a cornered animal would look. She was still nekkid, not that I expected clothes to just appear on her, and was shivering from the chill in the air of the lab. I didn't know how long I had been out, or what time it was now, but I guessed it was time for us to leave, before one of the Bastard 2's employees came and put an end to us both this time.
I struggled to my feet; healing or not, it hurts like a bitch to be shot point blank. MY07 still watched me, as I looked around for something to wrap her in, to keep her warm until we reached my small apartment. Someone had left a coat on a chair nearby, and I walked over and picked it up. It was a nice jacket, fuzzy on the inside, and filled with down feathers. I held it out to the girl and she backed up. Still didn't trust me. Damn.
I crouched down to her level and set the jacket on the floor in a dry patch. Then I held out my hand to her, crooning softly, but making no moves towards her. She crept closer to me, within arms reach if I wanted to grab her, but I didn't move. Instead, I began to hum a lullaby I remember Sister Helen humming to me when I was younger. MY07 came even closer, and laid her hand in mine. I smiled at her, and gently pulled her closer to me. She was shaking almost violently, and as I tucked her into my arms, I could feel the cooling water on her body. She would get sick if she didn't get warm, and soon.
I reached down and slowly picked up the coat, holding it out to her. She clutched it in small hands, unsure of what exactly to do with it. Despite the gravity of the situation, it was one of the most endearing things I had ever seen. I showed her where to put her arms, and then slowly stood up, picking her up with me. Trembling, she held tight to my own coat, tucking her head under my chin as I carried her away from the lab and her old life.
Just as I was leaving, I had an after thought, and returned to the computer room. I downloaded all the information they had on MY07-0691 that they had, onto a 3x5 disc, and then ran around planting charges. MY07 just watched me patiently from the doorway. When I was done, I once more picked her up and we left. About a block away, I pushed a detonator, and we watched in the glow of the explosion as the house went to Hell.
I never did use the antigen I had picked up from the lab in the first place, but kept it just in case. The vaccine I used on MY07 to keep her from coming down with my illness. For a week after the rescue, I didn't even leave my apartment. The girl had to be taught the basics of life, from bathing to using the bed and not the floor to what exactly food was used for and how to consume it.
But first things first. She had to have a name. I couldn't keep calling her MY07-0691, especially if I was going to raise her good and proper. It didn't even occur to me to send her off to a home somewhere. Her home was with me.
I had extended knowledge on what she was from the files from the lab. Everything was there, right down to exactly how much of my genes were in her, to how the first DNA strand was spliced. It was almost enough to want to kill the bastards all over again. But then I looked at her and my vengeful thoughts fell through. She was the epitome of innocence, with her overly large eyes and messy hair.
Messy hair . . . the files said she was half Heero in there too, and so I figured he might as well be a part of the naming process. As I didn't want to call him and announce to him that he had a sister/daughter/clone, I just strained my brain in coming up with a suitable moniker.
During the war, back when I thought that I had a chance with Heero, when I couldn't sleep, I used to watch him at night. He was so peaceful when he slept; it was as if the weight of the world and beyond fell off his shoulders. Except once. He was having a hell of a nightmare, and I caught the names 'J' and 'Mary'. When he started thrashing on the bed, I decided to wake him up. Note to anyone foolish enough to try this: when Heero is having a nightmare, don't wake him up by touching him. He almost broke my hand, and as it was, I couldn't use that hand for a week. And the nightmare never returned when I was with him.
So Mary was the only female name I had connected with Heero. There was no way in Hell I was using the name 'Relena' which was the only other name. So Mary it was. Mary Maxwell. But she didn't have a middle name, and I didn't want her missing out on any of the things I did (btw, my self proclaimed middle name is Alexander. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you). But she became Mary Helen Maxwell, after Sister Helen, who in my eyes was an angel. And that's what Mary was. My angel. My little Mistress Mary.
END NOTES: Short and sweet, this chapter is. I'm still not to the heart of the story. Consider this an extended prologue.