Disclaimer: I don't own GW, or any of the boys, much as I would love to. I don't own 'Falling' – it belongs to the fabulous Joey Mac. Don't hurt me, I can't do anything to change ownership of any of it, and neither can you.

Warning: Songfic. Shounen-ai. Relena bashing. Bad dancing? You have been warned.

Intro

They say a moment in time can change the course of your life. Something as seemingly unimportant as a minute can make all the difference. It can make you, break you, grab you by the shoulders, slap your face, and shake you. Come wrath or ruin, hell or high water. For better or worse, in sickness and health, 'til death do we part. One minute. One innocent minute. And it's over. Whatever came before is gone, never to return, and what the future holds… no mere man can know. A whole new world awaits, a whole new life. Good or bad, let it come, because that single moment heralds the dawn of a new era.

Pretty amazing, right?

If you believe that kind of bullshit.

I don't. I never did.

But, of course, I find denial a happy place to live. I'm comfortable here. But if I ever really think about it, I have to fight with myself to stay here.

Because it's true. Every word.

I remember it exactly. All I have to do is close my eyes and I can see the flashes of light flaring in the dark; I can hear the heavy beat of the music; I can feel the pulse racing through my veins.

It's probably the clearest of my memories, and definitely the most meaningful, but I've never spoken of it to anyone before. It was rooted in earlier events, it probably wouldn't have had quite the impact it did otherwise, but even so, that feeling…

I don't know when it really started. When he first shot me? Before? It doesn't signify. My life-altering moment came much later, and it was a direct result of yet another pointless mission in a long string of pointless missions (I call them pointless missions now because, looking back, I know they shouldn't have happened, but that's another story entirely).

Anyway, to be close to the target, we enrolled in the local high school – just Duo and I, the others were on other assignments. It wasn't anything special, just a regular school – which catered to the needs of the rich and famous, but, by that point, that was old hat to us both.

There were, however, two problems which I hadn't prepared for.

The first problem was Relena. Now, I feel bad calling her a problem, because she really is a nice enough girl, and she's done worlds of good, but she just wouldn't take a hint! To this day I don't know how she did it, but everywhere I went, she showed up, too. And she followed me around like a shadow – except shadows aren't pink and they're generally silent: even Duo looked quiet next to her. I tried to be civil, but Duo made no such effort to hide his irritation. Of course, the blonde wasn't particularly fond of my long-haired fellow pilot either, and obviously had no qualms about showing it. She always was one to flaunt her emotions, though.

The second problem was something I should have foreseen and taken care of, long before we actually arrived at the school. Every school has certain requirements, generally courses all the students are expected to take and pass, but there are always ways to get around them – if you do it in advance. Unfortunately, it never occurred to me that there would be something I couldn't handle, and by the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. I had to take dance lessons with everyone else.

A/N: sorry it's so short! The next bit will be much longer! Please read and REVIEW!