A/N: Here's the epilogue everyone. I know it's quite short, but I think it does the story justice. Thank you all so much for your support and patience with my sporadic updates! Enjoy, and sign up for author alerts/keep an eye out for my upcoming 1xR fic, Anywhere But Here. First chapter should be posted later on this week.

As always, enjoy.
-picimadar

Broken
Chapter 38/Epilogue

It was there in Atlanta that they stayed for the next fifteen years. Both Relena and Heero went back to university, one to learn, the other to teach. Relena's goal of becoming a pediatrician was realized, and she worked during the day the children's hospital, caring for the needy. Heero became a professor in due time, teaching computer science and history, though his skills and opinions on both did, on occasion, clash with the curriculum.

Ken'ichi Yuy grew up all too quickly for his parent's liking, an artistic and caring individual much like his grandmother once was. His siblings, Katarina and Daiki, two little blond children with the attitudes of their mother and the temperaments of their father, soon followed him.

One night, Heero heard his eldest son knock on the door of his office before asking him a highly unexpected question.

"Dad, will you teach me how to dance? Like, with someone?"

"Haven't they taught you at school?" he asked, generally ignorant of the elementary and high-school curricula.

"Of course not, dad. It's a prep school, not a fairy academy," the boy scoffed, sitting down.

"Then why would you want to learn something like ballroom dancing?"

"Because…" Ken said, blushing scarlet, "there's a dance coming up at school, and this girl… well, I want to impress her."

"I see," Heero said, looking up from his work and leaning back in his chair. "Well, let's go someplace with more space and figure this out then." They walked out of the office and into the living room. Moving a few pieces of furniture around, Heero looked about, satisfied. "Take my hands," he said, growing frustrated with his son's hesitation.

"When this girl asks you to dance, or vice versa, are you going to act like a chicken when you touch her?" Ken shook his head. "Right. You do that, and she's going to think that you're scared."

A few life lessons and actual dance lessons later, Heero had taught his son a few basic steps of a waltz. Letting his son lead, they moved around the floor semi-gracefully.

"Dad, what was your first dance like?" Ken asked curiously.

"I was about your age," Heero said, his dance stopping as he considered that fact. "I felt much… older, though. Anyway," he continued, picking the step back up, "I had just moved to a new school, and I was pretty involved in a few other things so I didn't pay much attention to girls or homework really."

"Geez, dad, there's no chess club in the world that could be that interesting. What were you doing that was more important?"

Heero stared up at the ceiling for a moment. "It was different then. Either way, I was trying to stay away from a ball being held at the school, but a girl asked me to dance with her, even though I didn't seem interested."

"And you danced with her?"

"I still do," Heero answered, and Ken stopped.

"It was mom? Your first dance was mom? Oh come on, dad. As if I believe that!"

"It's true," Relena's voice said behind them. "That girl was me." Daichi rested on her hip, pushing against her to get down and run to his father. "Come here," she said to her eldest son, "show me what you learned."

They danced, Relena laughing as Ken carefully moved through each step. "Your father taught you well," she said, smiling over her shoulder at him.

"That's not really all of the story, is it?" Ken asked, looking at his father.

Relena sighed. "Not exactly," she said. "You know what we talked about, when they covered the Eve war in your history class?"

"Yeah, but it's not like they ever talked about dad. You were the one they talked about."

"Maybe you need to read a little closer," she suggested. "You might be a little bit young yet, but if you ask him, I'm sure he would tell you what he can."

"Why can't you?" He asked, watching while his father was distracted with his younger brother.

"I know your father can be hard to talk to, but the war is something that I think you should learn about, and that I think your father is ready to talk about."

"If you say so," he muttered, stopping the dance and settling into his mother's hug.

"Daichi, come here you little bug," Relena said, scooping up their son and kissing Heero on the cheek. "Time for you to go to bed." The young one whined as he was carried upstairs, Relena's request that Katarina turn down her blaring music somehow comprehended.

The two men in the family room settled down on the couch, Heero turning on a soccer game. "So, feel a little more confident now?" the older one asked.

"Yeah. Thanks, dad," Ken answered a little bashfully. He waited a few moments in silence before he started speaking again. "So, who taught you how to dance?"

Heero felt himself stiffen slightly. "One of my guardians," he answered with trepidation. "A long time ago."

"Before the war?"

"A long time before that."

"Oh," Ken said. They sat in silence again a while. "Well, what happened to him?"

"He was killed," Heero answered, turning to look at his son.

"Well, what happened to you then?"

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

Ken blushed and looked at his lap shamefully. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bug you," he said, standing up, "it's just that you never talk about when you were a kid."

Heero reached out and took his son's arm. "Sit down, Kenny," he said. "Ask what you want to know, and I'll answer what I can."

A while later Relena and Katarina stood in the doorway, Relena leaning against the frame and smiling as she watched her husband and son laughing and cavorting, Heero reliving the best parts of his young life.

"If you two are finished," Katarina finally hollered, "I'm ready to go to bed and you're being super loud!"

"Oh, can it, Kat," Ken said, "I'm going to bed right now. Night, dad," he said, giving Relena a quick kiss on the cheek before darting off to his room, Katarina hot on his heels.

Relena sighed and sat down next to her husband with a huff, resting her legs in his lap.

"Long day?" he asked, massaging her calves.

"Not as long as it could have been, thankfully. You and Ken have a good evening? You looked like you were having a lot of fun."

"He was asking about what I did during the war, my childhood... I tried to keep it as G-rated as possible," he said, trying to reassure his wife.

"He has a right to know, and you don't have anything to hide," Relena said, groaning as Heero moved to her feet. "You're a great father, Heero. He's going to love you no matter what."

"And I'll love all of you," Heero said.

Relena smiled. "Things sure have changed, haven't they?"

Heero gave a small smile back. "Only for the better."