A Hero's Journey-- Part 10

Relena thanked the flight attendant and followed her outstretched hand to the appropriate seat. It had taken a great deal of time for her to convince Miliardo to allow her to take a regular commercial flight to the conference.

“Like there is going to be an assassin on every flight on the hope that I will be on it,” she had said sarcastically, during their phone conversation. “Miliardo, please, be reasonable. Besides, you know how tight the security is going to be for the flights going to and leaving from the conference.”

After a few more minutes, he finally relented. However, a private, more secure vehicle would be waiting for her use and departure from the conference. Also, for this flight, Miliardo had insisted that she fly first class.

She sighed and settled into her seat, balancing her briefcase on her knees. She idly watched the other passengers board and head to their seats as well. She swallowed hard as she watched young couples and small families pass by, a familiar ache forming in her heart. Realizing that she was wasting time, Relena reluctantly pulled the first of several key treaties that she would need to review before the conference.

She paused mid-sentence as she felt the hairs on the nape of her neck stand at attention. She glanced up and scanned the line of passengers going past her. Her eyes fell on the back of a man with dark hair, who was wearing a crisp, blue shirt.

“Heero?” she murmured softly, studying the man’s retreating form a moment larger. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to the treaty.

‘Don’t be silly,’ she chided herself, not comprehending the words on the paper. ‘You are no longer a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl.’

With one last fleeting thought about him, Relena forced herself to read the treaty, making notes on a legal pad. There were several treaties that she would need to review. She had to be prepared for this conference.


Part X Relena thanked the flight attendant and followed her outstretched hand to the appropriate seat. It had taken a great deal of time for her to convince Miliardo to allow her to take a regular commercial flight to the conference. “Like there is going to be an assassin on every flight on the hope that I will be on it,” she had said sarcastically, during their phone conversation. “Miliardo, please, be reasonable. Besides, you know how tight the security is going to be for the flights going to and leaving from the conference.” After a few more minutes, he finally relented. However, a private, more secure vehicle would be waiting for her use and departure from the conference. Also, for this flight, Miliardo had insisted that she fly first class. She sighed and settled into her seat, balancing her briefcase on her knees. She idly watched the other passengers board and head to their seats as well. She swallowed hard as she watched young couples and small families pass by, a familiar ache forming in her heart. Realizing that she was wasting time, Relena reluctantly pulled the first of several key treaties that she would need to review before the conference. She paused mid-sentence as she felt the hairs on the nape of her neck stand at attention. She glanced up and scanned the line of passengers going past her. Her eyes fell on the back of a man with dark hair, who was wearing a crisp, blue shirt. “Heero?” she murmured softly, studying the man’s retreating form a moment larger. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to the treaty. ‘Don’t be silly,’ she chided herself, not comprehending the words on the paper. ‘You are no longer a fifteen-year-old schoolgirl.’ With one last fleeting thought about him, Relena forced herself to read the treaty, making notes on a legal pad. There were several treaties that she would need to review. She had to be prepared for this conference.


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