Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wings. -_-

Author's note: This fan-fiction has angst and a bit of romance. It's mainly about Trowa and Midii.

This is the sequel to 'Gone' but you don't have to read that to understand this story.

Tips: Thoughts are in italic

Title: Gone- part 2

Rated: PG

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

A blond young woman, in the rain, was running in the streets of New York trying to find an apartment building that matched the location on the piece of paper she was clutching in her trembling hands.

'I can't believe I was stupid enough to leave in the first place,' Midii thought to herself.

It was 2 days since the secretary told Midii that a gentleman with green eyes and brown hair requested her whereabouts. Midii knew exactly who it was and looked all over the hotel and beach for him. When she couldn't find him she went back to the front desk and asked the same secretary if she had seen him recently. The woman said that he left 15 minutes ago and mumbled something about living the country. Midii called Dorothy, a now famous detective, and asked her to find Trowa. With a stroke of blind luck Trowa had called Dorothy and asked her for Duo Maxwell's address in the United States. Dorothy told Midii that he lives in New York, Manhattan and gave her the apartment number. So that explains her current situation.

'I'm so lucky he still cares about me. The two weeks without him were hell. Not being able to see him, hear him, and just be with him has torn me apart. I don't care if he doesn't love. Just to know that he cares that much to seek me out is enough. I won't let something unimportant as my hunger for his love; keep us apart because he can't give it. He's been through a lot and I was being selfish to think that I was that important. I miss him so much!'

Midii arrived at the crossway and looked both ways before she crossed the street. She tripped a bit over a pop can but quickly regained her balance. She looked up and it seemed as if time itself had stopped. The man on the other side of the street looked at her with one eye because the other was covered by his brown bangs. He mouthed her name, like if he said it out loud he would be struck by lightening.

"Trowa..." she said softly, barely above a whisper.

BEEP! BEEP!

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"What's wrong with you Trowa!"

Trowa Barton looked at his old friend in arms with half closed lids. "Whatever are you talking about, my friend, Duo?"

"This," he said as he pointed to the Shakespeare book accusingly. "You're always reading them and you keep on quoting them. Especially 'Twelfth Night'! That play sucked! And you keep on talking about unacquainted love and did I say you keep on quoting them! That Lord guy that speaks at the beginning-"

"If music be the food of love give me excess of it."

"Ya, that's the one," he took a deep breath to control himself. "Go outside and take a walk, you haven't been outside since you came here."

Trowa looked up at his friend and realized that Duo asked this not for him but that Duo needed a break.

"Alright."

Duo looked at Trowa in amazement. He didn't really expect him to do it.

"See ya," and Trowa was out the door.

As Trowa walked along the sidewalk he started to think of what Duo said it him. ­You're always reading them and you keep on quoting them. Especially that 'Twelfth Night'! That play sucks! And you keep on talking about unacquainted love- Trowa looked up at the sky and let out an inaudible sigh.

'It's all because of Midii. Ever since she left me I've felt incomplete. How can one person have such an effect on me? I'm suppose to be a hardened solider! Not aloud to care or feel any emotions. Not aloud to have... emotions, but yet I acted on them when I looked for her in Canada. When I saw her with that other man I felt that the remnants of the heart that I thought I had lost fall and crumbled into sand. They can never be put together again. I didn't go home because too many things remind me her their but I soon found out that no matter where I go there is always something that screams out her name. If music be the food of love Do I love her?'

Trowa arrived at the crosswalk and looked ahead. He saw a woman crossing the road and almost slips on a can but she recomposed herself. 'There's something oddly familiar about her' Trowa thought to himself. When she looked up at him he knew the answer to his early question.

"Midii..." Trowa mouthed. She also mouthed his name.

BEEP, BEEP!

Since she was standing in the middle of the road staring at him Midii didn't see the on coming car. "Midii!" Trowa screamed as he saw the danger coming towards her. She had enough time to turn and opened her mouth to scream. The scream never came, all there was, was the sickening sound of a body being hit. The red corvette screeched and then speed off. Trowa ran towards Midii's fallen body. All in his mind was that Midii was in trouble and if he lost her, he might even loose his very soul.

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Trowa was sitting in the chair beside a hospital bed that contained a victim of a hit and run accident. It has been 3 months since the day he say her again and now fate was taking them apart. Midii was in a coma.

"Mr. Barton?"

"Uh?"

"Visiting hours has been over 2 hours ago."

Trowa got up from the chair, gave Midii a forlorn look, and left.

"Strange isn't it?"

"What's strange Violet?"

"Well, this guy that comes in everyday. He's so handsome and muscular, I bet he could have any girl he wanted, and don't you think Ericka?" Violet said.

"I know! It makes you think. I asked him if she was a relative and said no." Ericka stated.

"Maybe it's his girlfriend or something, but he never talks or anything. In a way it's creepy. All he does is stare at her and hold her hand."

"Very strange."

"But that's not the only thing. I saw his picture in the Starlight magazine yesterday. I think he's a... Gundam Pilot!"

"Are you serious!"

"Keep your voice down." Violet continued. "I said that I think he is. He looks like him though. Here's the picture."

"Oh my God! It's him!"

"Shut Up! I told you to keep your voice down! Now everyone is staring at us." Violet hissed.

"I'm sorry. Which Gundam did he pilot? Was it the one that saved Earth from the space craft that was going to crash into it?"

The two nurses continued to talk in the cafeteria. Elsewhere one of their patient's heart rate began to drop.

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'I knew I shouldn't have put her in that hospital.' Trowa thought to himself as he and Duo where approaching the place where Midii was being kept. When the call came that Midii had had a heart failer, Trowa flipped. He started to swear on the top of his lungs and break things. It took Duo a while to calm him down and when that happened rivers of water came from his eyes. He couldn't stop crying. Even now in the car his face was wet with oncoming tears. Duo said he would drive and since Trowa was in that emotional state he didn't argue. They got out of the car and went inside the hospital. When Duo went to check in with the head nurse Trowa walked right by the front desk oblivious to the angry shouts of the staff. He could find Midii's room blindfolded. After two turns he started to run. He could hear Duo yelling after him but pushed him out of his mind.

'Midii,' Trowa thought as he reached her door. The thought of her name just kept on playing over and over again in his mind as he cautiously opened the door.

Inside were a doctor and a nurse. They looked at him with sad eyes. "Are you Mr. Barton?" the doctor asked.

"The same," Trowa said.

"She's still alive but very weak and she hasn't woken from the coma yet. If you've noticed each day she grows weaker and I'm afraid that there is nothing I can do to reverse the process Mr. Barton, she's dying."

Trowa turned his head sharply towards Midii's form on the hospital bed. The doctor was right. She was dying. Everyday more and more colour was drawn from her face. "I would like a minute alone, if you don't mind, with her." Trowa said.

"Yes of course." The doctor said as she signaled to the nurse to follow her out the door.

After they left, Trowa took the chair that he sits on when he visits her and puts it by her bed as he does every visit. He sits on it and stares at Midii's hand. Ever so slowly he picks it up, as if it would break at a sudden movement, and held it to his heart.

"Mi-dii..." Trowa said her name for the first time. This was also the first time he had ever spoken to her while he visited.

"Midii," he says more firmly. "Uh... it's Trowa."

He looked down at the bed sheets.

"I-I just wanted you to know, th-that I'm here for you." He swallowed a couple times and licked his lips. "I don't know what I would do if I lost you one more time. Please wake up." Silent tears trailed down his face.

"I love you Midii." He let go of her hand, put his head on the sheets and crossed his arms under it.

"Hmmm"

Trowa head shoot up.

"Trowa? Where are you?"

"Midii!"

Slowly, she opened her eyes and came face to face with her darling Trowa. "Trowa," she said again as tears began to fill her eyes. "I missed you."

"Oh Midii," Trowa embraced. "I love you so much."

"I love you Trowa," Midii said still confused of where she was. "Wait a minute." She pushed Trowa away gently. "Did you say that you love me?"

"Are you deaf as well as beautiful? Of course I said I love you." Trowa said with a smile.

"Ooohhh Trowa!"

"Marry me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" She yelped as she threw herself back into his arms. Trowa held her tightly. Once again a single tear went down his face. Not because of sadness, but because... of joy! A feeling of completeness came over him. He looked down.

'Finally, my heart has come back to me.'

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It has been a year since Trowa and Midii got married. They were currently living in Rome, Italy in a small house. It was not as if they didn't have money. Trowa had 15 thousand dollars coming in each week and Midii's rich great uncle died leaving her with his mansion and thousands of thousands of dollars. They lived in a small place because they didn't want to attract any attention. Midii was running around the house looking for her gold earrings because she and Mr. Barton were going to attend a live theater.

"Found it!" she said triumphantly as she picked the earring up under the dressing table. She went down stairs and was greeted by her husband waiting at the door.

"Took you long enough." He said as he raised an eyebrow.

"You're terrible, you know that," she teased at him.

Trowa smiled. "That's why you married me."

They were both smiling when they walked through the door but stopped when they stared down a barrel of a gun.

"Give me your money, and don't try to run, this gun is loaded." The man in black said.

Trowa muttered an unintelligent word while Midii handed the man her black velvet purse and her earring. The man pointed the gun directly at Trowa.

"You're no exception. Hand over your watch and wallet." Reluctantly Trowa gave them to the guy.

"Oh miss? I would appreciate it if you kindly give me your ring, you too sir!"

Midii's eyes widened in surprise, "but it's our wedding rings!" she protested.

"And I'm poor, give them up."

"You could us just asked us for money" Trowa intervened.

"Shut up and hand it over or I'll blow her brains out! I need the money for... military business!" He said with a sly smile.

Trowa's eyes narrowed and Midii could feel the growing tension between the two men.

"Wait a minute! You're the pilot of Gundam 03. I knew you looked familiar. How did you survive in the war?" He took the safety off his gun. "Looks like your luck ends now."

Everything after that felt as if it were in slow motion. The man tightened his hand on the trigger. Midii pushed Trowa to the side and the shoot fired. Midii fell down into Trowa's arm and the man turned to run. Trowa pulled out a gun in his coat. Some how he could never get use to the idea of peace and always felt the need to carry a gun around with him. He shot the man point blank in the back before he could take 3 steps.

"Midii?" Trowa kneeled down and held her up against his chest just as he did the day she woke up in the hospital. "Do you think you'll make?"

She coughed up a bit of blood. "He was right, luck has run out, but for me." She gave him a weak smile. "At least I have experienced something very few people do."

"What's that," Trowa said as he tried to keep at bay the tears burning at the back of his eyes.

"I have been embraced by true love."

"I feel the same."

"Trowa... I'll always be with you."

"And I with you."

Midii gave him a confuse look.

"Don't worry sleep my love," he bent his head and kissed her lips. 'I'll be joining you soon.' He held her until she breathed her last breath then picked up her lifeless for and carried her back inside the house. He climbed up the stairs with her in his arms and went inside the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, took off her wedding ring and his and placed them on top of a note that had just written that was on the dresser beside the bed.

'I'm not losing you again. Where ever you go I'll follow you. Even if it's to the end of time and back, I'll always be with you.'

Trowa took the gun and shoot himself in the chest. He then climbed into the bed and held her already cold body against him.

'I'm coming my heart, I'm coming.'

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"Office Zelta, we found a note under the wedding rings."

"Good, give it to me. Maybe we can solve this weird mystery. First the body outside of a man that we've been looking for the past 2 years and the dead married couple in bed!"

He opened the note.

Dear Reader

If you haven't already seen it there is a body outside in front of the house. That is the man who tried to rob us and shot my wife Midii. I, of course, took revenge on her behalf and lay her on our bed. I then wrote this note and placed our wedding rings and the side dresser and have committed suicide. I know that could never bear another minute without being by her side. I have but one request. That all our money is given to the families that suffered the must in the past wars and the rest be donated to the Preventors group. Life is like a stage and my role in its grand performance is over.

Signed a wounded solider
Trowa Barton Ex-Gundam 03 pilot

Author's Note: What do you think? Love it hate it? I want to know. heero_crazy@hotmail.com I really want to know your reaction. It took me 3 days straight to write it. I was going to end it at the part where Midii wakes up. Unfortunately it was raining and my hair was wet because I had to walk home from school and it put me in a bad mood so I made them die. I don't mean to be harsh I love Trowa! Honestly, I really do. Hope to hear comments. Ja ne!