Maybe Angels

Author's Notes:

Disclaimers: WAI! My mum doesn't love me. She won't buy the rights to Gundam Wing for me, so alas, I am forced to just write about those sexy five bishonen. Not that that is a bad thing... I just want Wufei, and Duo, and Heero... Hell, I want them all. *sighs* No money, so suing is useless, unless you *like* pocket lint.

A/N: Yummy, I finally get to get into the real meat of the story. In other words, I get to bring Sexy Fei-kun, Meiran, Relena, an OC, and Angel Duo all together. So, here's the next chapter. Also, quick note, I borrowed the birthday for Wufei from the site 'Love Is a Battlefield', www.trowaluvsduo.net. Er, another note, time in Heaven tends to pass a bit slower than on Earth. I.e., one day on Earth is equivalent to about 6 hours in Heaven.

Dedication: To Tara, Derva, Sara, Peggy, and Allison. You five are invaluable, truly. I have no idea what I would do without you to spur me on during my times of the evil Writer's Block, and tell me that I'm smart when I feel dumber than a rock. Even if I never believe all the lovely compliments you give me, it makes me feel so wonderful to receive them. *hugglz to all*

Symbols: *~*~* change in POV, scene, or time
*~~~* minor change of scene or flashback

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There's just no rhyme or reason
Only this sense of completion
And in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I've found my way home
I know that it might sound more than a little crazy
But I believe
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I've found you
~ I Knew I Loved You, Savage Garden
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I Knew I Loved You

I will never forget the day of December thirty-first, AD 3023. It started off like any other normal day on Earth, and Heaven, for the most part. It was uncommon that Trowa, Sally, Cathy, Hilde, Quatre and myself to be called to God's throne for a conference. We arrived to see most of the Seraphim, and all of the rest of the first choir, gone, except for Metatron himself. He and I traded knowing glances.

Ok, look, the other angels may not like Metatron for his coveted spot, but the guy has one wicked sense of humor, and he walks around with this British accent. He likes the Brits for some reason, and he likes to look similar to Alan Rickman. Any being that likes the British is cool in my book, especially Alan Rickman. That guy is too funny for words sometimes.

Well, we appeared and took spots in front of God and She started to tell us why we were there.

"As you know, your companions, Heero, Zechs, and Noin are assigned to a girl on Earth who was born not too long ago in Old America," Metatron started off. "There is now a set of twins about to be born to a Chinese couple." He looked at a scroll in his hand. "The Changs. The children they are..." he was cut off by a hand being placed on his shoulder. He turned his dark head to look at God.

"My precious ones, the Chang children, who will be named Wufei and Meiran, are very important. This is the reason you have all been called together," God's sweet, but powerful, voice stated. "Also, you have not yet had to deal with twins, so I will ask that you use precaution when dealing with them, especially Duo and Hilde. I am not doubting your worth as my angels, but you are sometimes rambunctious, and I want to urge you to think before you do anything rash." She looked pointedly at me.

"My Lord, what do you mean?" Trowa asked. God smiled lovingly at him.

"My Silent One, I mean that the boy and girl will be very close, and sometimes it will be hard for Duo and Hilde to appear to one without the other seeing. We know that this must not happen, but it has before." She sighed heavily. "Now, Trowa, Duo, and Quatre, you will be in charge of the boy, Wufei. Cathy, Hilde, and Sally, you will have the girl, Meiran. Metatron, you may continue."

"Your charges will be born shortly, so I suggest that the Grigori get their books out right away, and that the Natal Angels go and watch over your charges," he said, pausing to let Trowa, Sally, Quatre, and Cathy leave to go do as they were told. We said our good-byes, and finally Hilde and I were the only ones left. "Duo, I expect you to stay out of trouble. There are still a lot of hurt feelings about what occurred with Gandhi in the 20th century." I gave him my most hurt expression.

"What? Is it my fault that the guy would rather starve himself, be naked, and talk to others about tolerance, than be a 'normal' human," I said, while muttering "Not that I blame him," under my breath.

"No, my Playful One, I was very pleased with the way you took care of Gandhi. He was an exceptional person, and we all loved him. Metatron is only talking about the outcry when he died, and you were nowhere to be found," God said, laying a cool, and warm, hand against my cheek. The touch was like the sunshine on a cool day. It was like the sweetest confection. It was like a lover's embrace. It was Heaven itself.

I felt the tears come to my eyes at her last sentence. I had spent a lot of time with Mahatma before he died. We were close, and he was like no one else that I knew. It was hard to watch him waste away into nothingness. His pain was my pain, and for an angel to feel pain there had to be a very strong connection. It worried me, and Heero seemed to be hovering around me a lot more since then.

"I am sorry," I whispered, fighting back the tears still. "It just hurt so much." There was the touch again, and the tears fell silently.

"Oh, Duo, you are so caring for your charges. I know it is hard for all of you to watch them die, but they must. It is their lot," God whispered in my ear, placing a soft, comforting kiss on my cheek. The tears stopped, and I was filled with a sense of peace. "Now, Duo and Hilde, your charges are being born. Would you like to see them now?"

Hilde jumped up, and pulled me with her. "YES!" she squealed excitedly, and I could not help but feel some excitement myself. It had been about two Earth years since I had had a new charge. We descended quietly down to the hospital where the two babies were sleeping. Quatre and Cathy were already there, exclaiming in whispers how adorable the children were.

Peering down into one of the plastic cribs, I was greeted by a pudgy, light gold toned baby boy with more hair than his sister next to him. His name plate said "Chang Wufei"; it was as Metatron had said, not that I doubted him at all. He was striking. I could sense something in him that was not like any other human charge I had before.

He opened his eyes, and I had to hold my breath. They were the darkest shade of brown, so dark they were almost black. They were mesmerizing. They held an intelligence that should not have been there in a newborn baby. I believe this is what humans call "an old soul." I reached down a hand to touch the boy's face, but there was a tug on my being. I was being called back. Struggling not to groan, I allowed my form to float back to Heaven.

"Duo! You must *not* touch him before he is thirteen. You *know* that," Metatron yelled at me.

"It was as if he were pulling me to him. When he opened his eyes, I could see his very soul," I whispered.

"Playful One," God called, and I turned to face her. "This boy is special, which is why you were given him, but you mustn't touch him." She smiled at me, and the spell the child had laid on me lifted, or perhaps, it was covered with a stronger one. "Duo, you must watch yourself. You feel so much." I received another kiss, and She walked away, Metatron in tow.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Quatre, Cathy, and Hilde returned not too long after my talk with God and The Voice. They were squealing and giggling, brimming over with happiness. That is, until they spotted me thinking about the conversation I had just had. They stopped, and an uncharacteristic scowl stole over Quatre's face. He waved the other two away, and walked over to where I was sitting.

"Duo, are you alright? We saw you almost touch Wufei," he said quietly. I nodded a bit.

"Yes, Quatre, I'm fine. Did you see him when he opened his eyes?"

"Yes, they are inky black. Amazing for a newborn baby."

"No, did you see what was hidden behind those depths? He *knew* I was there, Quatre. I had to touch him, to know if he was really what he appeared to be," I stated, calm now.

"Of course he knew you were there. You are his Personal Angel. If he couldn't see you, then we would be worried," Quatre said logically. He moved to sit next to me, a bit closer than I would have liked, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. "Even babies can appreciate great beauty, Duo," he whispered, his voice taking on an unusual husky tone. "In fact, they are probably the most honest about what beauty is."

"Q-Q-Quatre? What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice cracking left and right. The close proximity of the other angel was confusing me, especially with the way he was speaking. He only used that low, sultry voice for Trowa. I was starting to become really confused, and then, the plotting blond went and *kissed* me. I shoved him away, shocked at his actions, and at the fact that I had secretly enjoyed the kiss.

"Duo, you are so cute." Quatre started giggling and then flew off to find Hilde.

"He's right," a deep, chilly voice said from behind me. Jumping up and turning around, I saw Heero there, placing his quill in his book with a look of satisfaction.

"What about, Heero?" One weirdo for another. I swear, I never really understood any of the other angels - not Quatre, Heero, Hilde, or Trowa, but they were fun to talk to.

"You are amazingly attractive," he said, moving close to me. I swallowed nervously. I know that angels don't do those things, but I had spent most of my existence around humans, and I had picked up on their habits immensely.

"W-what are all of you rambling on about?" I whispered, but it was loud enough that Heero would have heard me. "We are all attractive. We are angels. God created us to catch the eye and to be pleasing to the senses." Heero smirked, a dark thing that made me even more nervous.

"Who is rambling now?" He moved until there was but a hair between us. "You are beautiful, Duo." There was a moment when I thought that he was pulling my chain, but I knew that now, he was deadly serious, and had always been. His dark blue eyes were a bit cloudy and his chocolate brown hair looked a bit ruffled by some imaginary wind. My mouth would have felt dry, if it was possible.

"Heero... Please..."

"Duo, shut up," he growled, and placed a kiss on my lips. My inner-self screamed in protest of the contact. He had not had my permission. Unfortunately, another part of me enjoyed the feel of his soft lips, the way he wrapped his arms around me, and the way he crushed my smaller body to his own. Finally, the more rational side of me won out, and again, I had to push one of my companions away from me.

I was just in time, for Trowa chose that moment to appear, looking for Heero, no doubt. He was being tailed by the rest of the group. Noin was smiling; Zechs was worn out; Sally looked ready to pull out her blonde curls; Quatre was right behind Trowa, beaming; Hilde looked like the cat that swallowed the canary; and Cathy seemed content. Their smiles disturbed me. I felt a chill creep up my back and my feathers felt *very* ruffled.

"What's going on, guys?" I asked, trying to keep a neutral tone of voice.

"Our charges are asleep. It's time to play now," Hilde said. Oh, yes, I was unnerved to my very soul.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

We all sat down in a rather large circle, and Hilde cleared a blank spot in the middle so we could all watch whoever we picked for the time being. Angels don't have to sleep, ever, but we do enjoy watching humans at night. Sometimes, we would... Well, let's just say we had a lot to laugh about up there.

"So, who is our entertainment for the night?" Sally asked, her face turning into something more normal.

"Well, first, we are going to check on our new charges, and then we are going to pick random people, in any city we want," Noin responded. We of the third choir watched as the Grigori grabbed their books, and whipped out the quills, ready to write anything significant. We usually started off our games of 'Spy on the Humans' this way: charges first, then anyone we felt like.

Suddenly, the blank spot in the middle of our circle took on the consistency of silver water. The surface rippled as I placed a finger in it, and soon, we could see the Chang twins. They were in the room of their mother, the girl being held by her father, and the boy, Wufei, asleep in his mother's arms. His face was puffy, from crying it looked like, and his little blue cap was barely hanging on his black-covered head.

I felt a dull thud in my chest, approximately in the same place where my heart would have been, if I had been human at the time. Then, as if he knew he was being watched, he opened his eyes, the dark orbs searching around the room for something. When he didn't find it, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. There was a chorus of "Awwwwww. Isn't he just so cute? You are so lucky! Adorable" from everyone. I refrained from commenting because I had locked onto those black eyes once again, and I felt the need to touch the beautiful child resurge. When he closed his eyes, I felt the spell dissipate, and closed my own to regain control over my being. Then, a voice cut into my mind.

"Well, seems the newest additions are doing fine. Let's check on Heero's favorite charge," Trowa said, the humour in his voice *very* evident. His comment was followed by a growl from Heero. Zechs let out a sigh, and Noin giggled.

"Can we just get this over with? That *girl* gives me a headache, and she is only two *months* old!" Zechs' normally calm tones were uneven and irate. Noin placed a placating hand on Zechs' arm.

"Hush, you. You only have the hyperactive girl until she turns thirteen. After that, I have to deal with her. You got it light, buster," she said, still sounding amused.

Zechs took a moment to think that over. "You are right, Noin. I have her for thirteen years. You have her until she dies. And with the average human life span being close to seventy, you are screwed." His pale face broke out into a grin, and Noin smacked him.

"Jerk."

Heero growled again in impatience, placing a slender finger into the pool. I watched, entranced, as the clear pool turned a swirled silver, and then back to a clear, smooth surface into the room of a baby girl.

The only way I could tell it was a girl was the fact that everything in the room was a hideous shade of rose pink. And she was awake, screaming, with her terrified parents over her.

"Well, Robert, what should we do? I've done everything I can think of. I can't just leave Relena, and she won't stop crying," the child's mother said, wringing her hands together.

"Just go away, so I can come down and shut the monster up," Zechs yelled at the parents, who couldn't hear him anyway. "Morons. I swear, sometimes human parents are idiots." Sounds of agreement came from Quatre and Cathy.

"Well, actually, Zechs, let them use this opportunity to shut their own darling daughter up, without interference. There is a point where we can only observe," Sally stated, the voice of reason among us.

"You're right, Sally. Next person to observe!" Zechs' face changed from a scowl into a bright smile, and we all looked around at one another.

"The president of North America," Quatre said.

"That stupid actor who is always in those action flicks," Cathy mused.

"You mean Stephanus Ivanovich?" I said. "That guy is a moron."

"You would know," Trowa stated calmly. I looked over at him, and saw that he was glaring at me, and if I thought it was possible, he looked jealous.

Everyone was staring at the two of us. I felt uncomfortable at the moment. I forgot that I didn't fit into their 'couples' routine. I should have remembered that to them I was Duo, the playful one, the happy one, the one who wouldn't, or couldn't, be happy with just one companion. I forgot that I was alone truly, but that I didn't feel like I fit in with them anyway. Not since Solo had I been able to fit in with any other angel, which was the reason I spent so much time with my charges. Feeling the atmosphere drop in the group, I walked away to think.

Nothing I did would clear my soul of the loneliness and emptiness I felt. Nothing I thought would make things alright. I knew that Trowa preferred to keep Heero's company to himself, but why would he treat me like that? It's not as if I asked Heero to tag along with me. Nor, did I ask either Quatre or Heero to kiss me. I asked nothing of them, and there was disharmony within our group now.

Falling until I was sitting, I cleared a space in front of me, waving my hands until another silver pool appeared. I decided to check on Zechs' runt, dipped both of my hands into the pool and spoke in a clear voice. "Relena Peacecraft, charge of Aloniel, Gerindial, and Harimeal." I said the names as if I spoke them everyday, when in fact I had not said them for close to two thousand years, maybe even three.

The pool swirled around my hands, and as I withdrew them, the surface became calm once more, showing me the room of the girl, Relena. She was asleep in her mother's arms, with said mother in the rocking chair, asleep as well. Smiling, I wondered vaguely what the Chang twins were doing. I placed one finger into the pool, and willed to see the boy and girl once more. The pool swirled in its silver array, smoothing back into a glassy surface.

Taking a deep breath, I looked down into the surface. The girl, Meiran, was asleep this time, in the mother's arms. Wufei was in his father's arms, wide awake and smiling, as his father spoke to him in Mandarin. The father, Chang Xu, was telling his son how he would help him grow into a strong warrior and a wise scholar, like his grandfather. He was also telling the barely day old boy that since he was the older of the twins it was his duty to protect the honour of the family, but more importantly, that of his sister, Meiran.

Wufei smiled, and then yawned, his black eyes drooping into a sleeplike state, until he opened them wide open again. He was staring straight at me.