A/N: Just something that popped into my head. Not exactly sure that there will be a set schedule for this one. Not sure how long it will end up being, but the chapters will be considerably shorter than I usually write because this fic is all about the cliffhangers. (Insert maniacal laugh.)

Disclaimer: I don't own GW blah blah blah.

"Growing unrest in the colonies has been the catalyst for regulations regarding the sale of many items that were once considered commonplace. Even items as innocuous as hair dye and nail polish remover require registration before purchase. While many claim registration is a violation of basic human rights, Chancellor Williams defends the new bill by arguing that those who have nothing to hide don't have anything to worry about. In other news, colony playboy Quatre Winner has gone missing. Those closest to him are concerned about his mental state because he has recently been experimenting with illegal drugs. A spokesperson for his estate said that the drugs made him become inexplicably violent. Anyone with knowledge of his whereabouts is encouraged to alert the authorities immediately. Do not approach him. He is considered a danger to himself and others."

Heero turned off the television. Every day it seemed there was a new law passed to restrict the movements of people in the colonies. He was glad he'd chosen to move to Earth a few years ago. Still, it was only a matter of time before the laws passed in the colonies made their way to Earth. He wasn't exactly surprised that Quatre had gone off the deep end with his life choices. The war had affected him more deeply than it had affected the others. Not that Heero really cared, of course.

"Is this what we fought for?" he wondered to himself. It had been five years since they stopped Mariemaia. In that time, Heero had worked briefly for the Preventers before deciding that he really didn't want to do that kind of work anymore. He had gone to school and was now an actuary. He was able to set his own hours and found that working with numbers instead of people relaxed him. And it paid well enough to suit his needs.

He lived alone in a small, two bedroom house. He'd considered renting an apartment but decided that he preferred the privacy of owning the property he lived on. He also appreciated that there weren't any nosy neighbors attempting to butt into his affairs either.

A light knock on his front door grabbed his attention. He instinctively went for the gun that he no longer wore. His eyes narrowed as he deliberated whether or not to answer it. It was unusual for anyone to come and see him, especially without advanced notice. If it was the mailman, he would leave any packages on the porch and leave. He had a "No Soliciting" sign and had personally contacted all local chapters of the Girl Scouts to tell them he had no interest in cookies or anything else and they had been respectful of his wish to be left alone. The entire neighborhood knew he liked his privacy and was not likely to engage in frivolous merrymaking, no matter the reason for the event.

The knock came again, this time a little louder. Heero scowled and looked through the peephole in the door. A man with black hair was on his porch. He was slouching and wearing dark clothing. Heero watched as the man looked around nervously before knocking a third time. He clearly wasn't going away.

Heero wrenched the door open. "WHAT?"

The man looked at him. "Heero…thank goodness…I found you."

Heero blinked in surprise as the man slumped forward. He instinctively grabbed at the man, preventing him from collapsing on the ground.

"Who are you?" Heero demanded. "Why are you here?"

The man looked up with bleary aqua eyes. "I didn't know where else to go," he said softly.