"Hello"

A/N: This fic is inspired by Poe's "Hello". Not really a songfic; if you're not familiar with the song, you might want to look up the lyrics or try to listen to the song – you might hear why it inspired me! Pairings: 1x2, 3x4. Focus is on 1x2. Rating: PG-13? R? Not anticipating any citrus for now. Any citrusy chapters will gain an appropriate warning. Set post-EW. Heero POV. I do not have a beta reader; please forgive any mistakes. Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters found therein. This warning applies to all chapters of this story. Although I don't plan on using the lyrics, for what it's worth I also don't own "Hello" by Poe.

CHAPTER ONE

I do not think there is much secret about the fact that I was not supposed to survive the war.

Doctor J taught me many things. How to be the Perfect Soldier. How to not feel. How to kill without remorse. How to lock everything down and be a machine. I was not intended to be much more than a pliable mobile doll. I suspect that, like a machine, I have an off switch somewhere, a self-destruct button waiting to be pushed.

I think J died before he got a chance to flip the switch.

I am not sure whether I would flip the switch if I could find it.

It has been a year since the Mariemeia incident. I joined the Preventers shortly afterward in an attempt to find a way to use my abilities for something greater than myself. I was created and trained for war, not for peace. Although some would say otherwise, I believe that the Preventers are also an organization more suited for war than for peace. We fight so that others may enjoy peace.

All of the other pilots joined the Preventers as well, except for 04, who spends his time running Winner Enterprises.

Everyone assumed that the great Gundam pilots would be sent on missions together. And for the others, that has often been the case. However, Commander Une sends me on solo missions. Preventers believes that agents work better in pairs, that there is more security and a higher success rate when agents are working together. As a result, I was initially sent out with partners. It became clear, however, that the other agents were hampering my abilities and that my presence was distressing to some of the other agents. So now I rarely get partnered with anyone. I take on assignments that even two agents working together would have difficulty completing.

My success rate so far is one hundred percent.

I know Commander Une is no fool. Even with my superior abilities and training, I will eventually fail one of these missions that she sends me on. Not even I can avoid the odds forever.

I wonder if Commander Une also believes there is an off switch somewhere on me.

Perhaps the missions are her way of trying to flip the switch.

Most of the time, I hope she finds it.