Pairings: (hinted)1x2/2x1, Alexander(oc)xMichelle(oc), (hinted)4x3/3x4
Warnings: Sad. Just sad.
Archive: Please do. Just tell me first.
Disclaimer: I own no Gundam Wing.
Notes: This is one long dialog of an original character. I have no real description for Xander. He just kind of came to be as I typed.
If it's like /this/ it's sound not speech.
To the fic.
'Chat the Stone'
I know it hasnt been a while, but Ive been on L2 with Michelle and well.
/Umm/ Not too much has happened. Life is slow. Which is good, I guess. Ive been good. Kind of sad now and then. Miss you.
Oh Hey. Michelle might be pregnant. /heh/ Yeah. A little Alexander, ne?
I really hope she is, you know. Id love to have a little bit of myself to carry on. Im kind of scared though. I mean, all the shit that could happen. Excuse my language. God. I cant care for a kid yet! Im only 24.
/heh/ Im losing my mind and I dont even know if shes pregnant yet!
How did you guys ever manage? I know I was hell on you two. I really love you though. I always will. I mean, youre my dads. The guys that took me away from that hell hole of an orphanage and gave me a real home. A real family. I wasnt just Alexander anymore. I was Xander. /sniffle/ Youre little Xander, ne? Long time since Ive been called that too long. God, I miss you guys. Everyday, I wake up and wish I could just call one of you and go to lunch or or anything. But, were a little too far apart now.
I cant even call you anymore /sniffle/
I was packing, before we came for this visit, and I was thinking back. You, know. Remembering when I was little. I remember when we moved to earth. I was, what? 8? Man. I was heart broken. Seemed like the end of the world back then. I remember crying over my suitcase and Papa pulling me away from it. You remember what you said to me? No matter where we are, were home. Were together. Always right to the point. I still think about that, when I feel it the worst. When I think of how it was. And part of me can never fight how right you were. You always seemed to be right. Dad was always fun but you always seemed to be the word of wisdom. Wish you were still around to give me some of that advice.
What if she is pregnant? Whatll I do?
/sigh/ Ill raise the kid.
Ill love her and her mother for the rest of my life, right? Yeah. You raised me good enough to know that. I was thinking. /heh/ Seem to be doing a lot of that lately. But, I was wondering about a name. I mean. There are so many people I have to honor. I decided, if its girl, shell be Helen Mary Yui-Maxwell. You like?
But, I dont know what to do about a boy. Id want to name him after one of you, but which one? I love you both too much to pick and Duo Heero Yui-Maxwell doesnt sound right. No offense. I I thought about Quatre, you know. I mean. He was He was like family too. But, with Trowa, he didnt have anyone left to be named for him. I thought Id, you know, name him Quatre. I havent talked to Trowa. I thought Id talk to you two first.
This isnt fair.
This just isnt right! I shouldnt be here like this. On a trip, stopping at the stone for a chat! It isnt right! You should be here! You should be here with me! You shouldnt have.../sniffle/ not yet...
Quatre should be here too. He should be with Trowa. With his sisters...
/sigh/ Its never fair is it? /heh/ Damn.
I have to go soon. Michelle is waiting for me.
I really do miss you guys. Ill talk to Trowa. I think hell like the idea.
I think Quatre would like it.
/umm/ Dad. I love you. And...I just wanted to say that.. I never blamed you.
Never. I mean, I kind of broke when you.../sniffle/ And, they all told me not to blame you. But I never did. You loved each other. /sniffle/ Where ever you are, I-Im sure you still do. I dont blame you. If Michelle... If she ever did. I dont know what Id do... I...I understand and I love you. Both...always.
Ive got to go.
I love you, Dad.
I love you, Papa.
Personal Notes: I've been in a funk since father's day. My grandfather died last year and this year, my dad fell apart. It just hurt so much to see him cry. I never had before. I'm 18 and I'd never seen him shed a tear. He's my father. My strong, happy dad. It felt so wrong to see him cry... This had to be written. It may not be good, but for me it fulfilled something. Enough.