Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's
characters. I don't own anything profitable for that matter (sigh). The only
character that is mine is little Diana. No, not the cat from Sailor Moon.
Don't steal her. I don't own the song "Yesterday". It was written and
performed by the Beatles. I just listened to the song way too many times.

Author's Note: Well, this is my first attempt at any kind of fan fic. Well, I
have tried before, but I always ended up thinking it was totally lame. This
songfic is the reason that I got 5 hours of sleep last night. See I usually
listen to music before I sleep, and I heard this song and well, I wrote it all
in one night. Of course I edited later. The italic font is the lyrics. So, read
it and let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy!

Quatre Winner strained his eyes as he stared at the massive pile
of papers cluttering his desk. Forms, contracts, agreements, so 
many things that needed to be filled out. All of them staring 
him in the face. Not to mention the pile of bills on the corner 
of the desk. Believe it or not, he had to worry about paying 
bills on time. Just like an average person. He wearily turned 
his head to see the clock. It was past midnight. 12:15. It was 
tomorrow now. Yes, he thought, the 16th of January. As Quatre 
put down his pen on the stack of papers, he drifted into deep 
thought. It seemed like just yesterday that he had it all. He 
was beyond rich, he was head of his own corporation, and he had 
the easy life. But most importantly, today was the anniversary 
of the day he'd lost everything. Not just his job, not just all 
his money, but 5 years ago today he'd lost the most precious 
thing in the world to him; his beloved Dorothy.

Yesterday 

All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh I believe in yesterday

It pained Quatre to think back to what happened, but
nevertheless he did think back. He thought back to happy times
first. His wedding day. He remembered every detail about that
splendid day. The grass couldn't have been greener. There
wasn't a cloud in the sky. Even the sun seemed happy; it was
shining so magnificently. The setting was outside. The altar
had been set just right. Everyone was so happy, looking their
best. He himself had been dressed in a white tuxedo. And he
remembered the music. The organ player played everything
perfectly. And when he saw Dorothy walk down the aisle, he
was stunned. He had never seen true beauty until then. She
wasn't too made up, just enough to make her glow. Her light
blonde hair in an elegant twist at the back of her head, her 
long white gown sparkling in the sun. What was the most 
beautiful thing about her were her eyes. In them, he saw the 
undying affection that he felt for her. She was so special. He 
looked at his wedding ring. He vowed to wear it even after 
death. But his next memory wasn't pleasant at all. It was after 
his job started failing.

Suddenly

I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh yesterday came suddenly

Quatre was once head of the Winner Corporation. He took it
over after his father was killed. The Winner Corp. had once
controlled devices called natural resource satellites. These
devices were used to collect useful things from moons of
planets and served as stations for shuttles. Quatre's company
was very successful and profitable. That's why he was so rich.
He had always been raised wealthy. He ran the company for a
long time very successfully. Of course, he always made time for
his wife Dorothy.  At least the best that he could. Then, out of
the blue, natural resource satellites were suddenly obsolete.
They had been replaced with some newer faster product. Quatre
took this very hard. He became very frustrated, but he wouldn't
tell anyone. Not even his wife Dorothy.

Why she had to go

I don't know

She wouldn't say

They had an argument. Quatre had all but exploded at Dorothy.
When she asked him if anything was wrong, he just snapped at
her. People had been hassling him all day, and he couldn't take
the stress anymore. He shouted at her for no reason. And she
was hurt. She was very hurt. But she tried not to show how hurt
she was, but she was almost sure he could tell. But she tried
kept her cool.

"Do you want me to go Quatre? Because if that's what you want
I'll be more than happy to go," she said calmly.

He was shocked. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave.
"No, don't leave. Where would you go anyway?"

"You don't think I could take care of myself? You think I'm
helpless? Well I can take care of myself you know. I don't need
anyone, especially you, if all you're going to do is scream at
me!" she retorted hotly.

"Dorothy, think about what you're saying!"

She sent him a glare. "I would have thought about that before
you started this argument, since you did start it!"

"What do you mean I started it? You're the one being
inconsiderate. You have no idea what I have to go through!"

"That's it!" she wailed, "I've had enough. I'm leaving!" Without
another word, she went into her room, grabbed some of her
things, and started toward the door. 

Quatre only said "Fine."

But he still felt the pain in his heart as Dorothy walked out of
the door.

I said

Something wrong 

Now I long for yesterday

He regretted the argument. He regretted everything he said to
her. He spoke out of anger, as did she. He knew she didn't
mean what she said, and it was entirely his fault. He knew he
never should have taken his anger out on her. Quatre was
beyond sorry. He wanted to do anything to show his remorse.
But the problem was, he didn't know where Dorothy was. She
never said where she was going. He tried all of his and her
friends, but no one had a clue where she was. He grew
panic-stricken as the days turned to weeks and the weeks
turned to months. He was scared something could have
happened to her.

I'll never forgive myself if something happens to her, he
thought. Little did he know that something would happen and
he would never forgive himself.

Yesterday

Love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh I believe in yesterday

Quatre was not doing well with his company failing and his
wife missing. He was under so much grief he made a terribly
hard decision. He abolished the Winner Corp. It was pretty
obvious that the company would never recover, and it would
eventually go bankrupt. The problem was that when Quatre
terminated the company, mostly all of his money went with it.
He was devastated. He sold his big beautiful mansion by the
sea. He sold most of his assets. He now owned a small
apartment. He took everything Dorothy had left behind, and
cherished it. To this day, he treasured everything she left
behind.

Why she had to go

I don't know

She wouldn't say

Even though Quatre was hard pressed for money, he continued
to search for his wife. It had been 8 months since she walked
out on him, and he hadn't seen her since. Even though he
couldn't hire people to search for him anymore, he kept
searching himself. He had to find her. He needed her. He didn't
even think he ever told her how much he loved her. He needed
her like he needed air to breathe. His heart constantly ached
just thinking about her. He missed her so much, so much that it
hurt.  Perhaps if he knew what was about to happen next, he
would have told her sooner.

I said

Something wrong

Now I long for yesterday

Quatre never expected what happened next. Even the timing of
it was odd. He was just doing some housework in his small
apartment, when the phone rang. With a desperate hope, he
grabbed the phone.

"Hello?"

"Quatre, it's me Trowa."

"Oh hello Trowa," he said somewhat disappointed.

"Quatre, I'm afraid I have some bad news,"

"What?"

"Well, we found Dorothy."

He paused. "What's wrong? Trowa, tell me!"

"She's dead, Quatre. She was killed in a drive by shooting."

Quatre literally felt a part of himself die. "Dead?" The word
echoed like whisper.

"Yes, I'm so sorry. But please come to the hospital now. There's
something else I have to tell you here."

Without another word, Trowa hung up the phone and Quatre
was out the door.

When he arrived at the hospital, He felt dead himself. He just
couldn't except the fact that his true love was dead. When he
reached the proper floor, he found Trowa and his other friends
looking very solemn. 

"Quatre, Dorothy was pregnant when she was shot."

"WHAT?"

"Yes, the baby survived. It's a girl. They should bring her out
now."

Quatre watched in shock as a small infant was placed in his
arms. She had his blue eyes, but she mostly looked like her
mother.

He gulped before saying

"For Dorothy's memory, I vow to love this child and go on for
her."

Yesterday

Love was such an easy game to play 

Now I need a place to hide away

Quatre was shaken from his flashback as he heard a soft knock
at the door. 

"Come in," he called gently. He was happy to see his little
5-year-old daughter Diana standing in her pajamas holding her
teddy bear. She was looking more and more like Dorothy every
day.

"What's wrong sweetie?"

"Daddy, I got scared cuz I had a nightmare."

"Oh, come here honey," he cooed. He put her on his lap and
gave her a big hug. "It's alright dear. Nightmares can't hurt 
you. Don't be scared."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too, Diana."

She saw the picture of her mother on her father's desk and
asked, "Daddy?"

"Yes?"

She picked up the picture. "This is my mommy, right?"

"Right."

"Even though I never met her, I still miss her."

He held her tighter. "So do I, sweetie, so do I."

Oh I believe in yesterday


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