There are spoilers for Gundam SEED, (not GS Destiny) if you havent seen the whole series yet! If you haven't seen it all you can turn back!

Okay, this is my first Gundam SEED fan-fic, so it's, ah, I'm not used to it all and it's a romance. . .I'mnot so good with romance

I wrote this story to go with the thought: "Mu dies, leaving the love of his life, Murrue, behind. If he was to say, not have died, and he asked her to marry him, would she accept?--Even with the knowledge of a past love's death and that Mu could die just as easily?"

So, this is placed in a future after SEED that could never happen, because Mu's already dead, and I guess just to see what could have been. I know SEED Destiny is a 'sequel series' but since I haven't seen any of it yet I dont know if my future predictions are horribly wrong. (which they probably are)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Gundam SEED,I do, however, own Mu's house and everything that's happened after the War, because, well, you never see it in the show, and it's all conjecture on my part.


The sunlight streamed through the windows, past the stone balcony outside them, basking Murrue in an early morning glow. Her amber eyes glittered as she looked out on the peaceful expanse before her. It almost didn't seem real.

"The war's really over," she mumbled softly, fingers strumming her hot mug of coffee.

"Yeah, but I wish the night wasn't." A voice came as soft hands slid around her waist from behind. So gentle yet so demanding.—And not to mention startling. Her cup went over the side of the railing, coffee and all, in her surprise. But they didn't really notice; for she was too busy playfully slapping him on the cheek. Mu smiled his usual roguish grin at her, blue eyes dancing.

"I wish you wouldn't say that, Mu."

"Oh, but Captain . . . ," he whined, arms still encircling her as he nuzzled his face deep in her thick hair.

"That doesn't apply here, Mu. We're not with the Earth Forces anymore." He flickered back, her soft tone stopping his advance.

"Do you regret it?" She moved away from both him and the balcony, back inside.

"I never said I did."

"Ah, but you never said you didn't, either." Murrue turned to face him, him leaning playfully against the stone railing, tanned and muscular body washed in light. She raised an eyebrow at his provocative pose.

"You really should get more suitable clothes on," she mused as she fixed herself some more coffee. He laughed, golden hair flying.

"What about you?" She blushed looking down at her own thin nightgown.

"I will after I finish." Murrue replied stiffly. "And I'm almost done too." She quickly downed the hot drink to prove her point. The heat warmed her cheeks a little. He made his way over to her and his arms surrounded her once more.

"Why are we rushing anyway?" He asked innocently as he moved down for a kiss. She pushed him away before he could, but kept him within distance.

"Don't tell me you forgot!"

"I know, I know, the kid's party. We're holding it here. How could I forget when you've told me so many times?" He pushed her closer into him and smothered any protest she had with a deep kiss. Neither broke away after that.

The clock stroke an hour behind them and as much as Mu hated to, he moved to look. "Nine o'clock. The party's not until noon . . . what shall we do?" He flashed another of those roguish grins he was famous for in her mind's eye.

"Hm," Murrue, as hard as it was, went back to rinsing out the mugs. The reason for the delay was standing beside her. "Who's coming again?"

"People," Mu muttered as he quietly sat down, visibly hurt but laughing inside.

"Not every-one!" She cocked her head.

"Guess so, why?" Mu shrugged at her. She blushed slightly as she fumbled around for the words.

"I don't know if our house can fit everyone comfortably . . ."

Thank God my back is turned, if he saw my face right now, I think I'd die, Murrue thought, trying the cool down the excessive warmth on her cheeks.

Too bad Mu picked up on the subtlety in her words. His eyebrows arched as he set the paper in his hands. God, you have to stop doing this to me, I don't know if I can take it, he inwardly pleaded as she sat down beside, eyes diverted.

"'Our house' . . ." He muttered. "I kinda like the sound of that . . ."

"Yeah," she quietly recalled, "Thank you for taking me in after—"

"You've got to be kidding me!" He almost shouted in surprise, straightening out in his chair. "I couldn't very well leave you out in the rain! . . ." He softened as his hand found hers lovingly. "I'm just glad you weren't inside when it burned down. That would have been one loss too many, too great, no matter the odds. You're safe now and that's all the matters."

He rubbed her fingers slowly and felt her shudder beneath him. Murrue was the first to pull her hand away.

"I think it'd be best if we kept to ourselves while everybody's here today," her voice calm and unwavering, the voice of a captain gone but not forgotten. Though he admired her in that moment, when she walked away, his face fell.

"Why? He asked softly to her retreating back.

"Why?" She spun around so quickly, it startled him more than her blustering face and angered, choked up words. "Why—Because—Because—They—Because—"

Mu smiled and looked condescendingly into Murrue's brown eyes.

"They're not kid's anymore, though I might call them that, they can handle—"

"But we're still their Superiors! It would be just too awkward for them to . . . wouldn't it?" Her questioning face pouted slightly, suddenly unaware of the truth when faced with another one of Mu's grins. He held his hands up in mocking surrender.

"To ourselves," he agreed, still laughing, and it made her face screw up even further. Murre's eyes narrowed.

"Something tells me there's more . . ." Murrue looked quickly over her pristine surroundings. It's surprising how neat he is, but at the moment, I wish he wasn't. "Go-go clean or something," she sputtered before she walked into the bedroom and closed the door quickly. Mu's eyebrows arched once more when he heard the slow click of the lock. Not wanting to lose the moment, he called out, "We said later to ourselves, does that apply to now?"

Murrue's quick movements behind the door stopped; and his eyes widened. After a moment's silence: "Yes!" she almost burst. She swung the door open, after unlocking it, of course, and he couldn't help but stare.

Sure, he was toying with her before, but, now . . . She stood there in a casual, pale, yellow and red dress going amazingly well with her amber eyes and auburn hair. She was sultry, in every sense of the word. God, she's beautiful and she acts like she doesn't know. Murrue . . . "What are you staring at?"

"Huh? What?" Mu was taken out of his thoughts by that same face peering into his own.

"What were you staring at?"

"Nothing, nothing." Not satisfied with his answer, Murrue stiffly walked off and grabbed her pocketbook.

"I'm going last-minute shopping. Stay here, and do something." She heard one last laugh from him as she closed the door. 'Do something,' was that the best she could say?

It was true, since the war had ended, there wasn't much to go back to, including a job. They were, though, invaluable to the still outstanding Orb Military with their battle experience, so they were on call if ever needed, and they both were still playing with instructing job offers, wondering about what would happen if they took them. They'd run out of money sometime. But it was the thought of 'sometime' that still kept them jobless by choice.


Mu, back in the house, had somehow slowly crawled his way into the bedroom. The house's empty silence stung his ears. Was it really ever this quiet . . . ? He thought to himself, trying to remember what his house was like before the war, but he couldn't imagine it without her.

He pensively fingered the box that was set on his table, mind, surprisingly shaken. He let out a sigh as his eyes traveled over the dresser. One trinket caught his eye, mingled around with the photographs so lavishly presented.

It was a grayish silver necklace, the large pendant, a small coffin with a rose sculpted onto the front. Murrue's necklace, the one she never went without, is right in front of me while she's out in town . . .

His thoughts went back to roughly four months before, right before it all ended: She had come up to him, afraid she wouldn't have had enough time before he left to say good-bye. The necklace, it was in memory of the one who came before, a mobile armor pilot that never made it back. He had never gone further, or asked the name, knowing it was such a hard-to-face thought for Murrue.

She had kept herself from getting involved with anybody military, because she knew how easily they could go. But she couldn't keep herself from loving him, and he couldn't keep himself away. Then, when his suit was destroyed in that last battle, she lost all hope, believing him to be dead. But he did live; by some miracle, he managed to survive, to have another chance at life, with her.

Mu never wanted her to feel that pain again, not after what he'd put her through, so it was a relief when the fighting stopped and they could go home. Except, her house had been done in by a fire while the war was going on and that was another loss.

But, he told himself, eyeing the necklace again, she's taken it off . . . I didn't think she'd ever do that . . . why . . . !—But—!


"Mu!" She called throughout the house. Surprised at how quickly she came back, he popped his head out of the bedroom. "What? What have you been doing for the past two hours, Mu?" She almost laughed, looking down at his still shirtless chest.

"Huh?" He rubbed his head, ruffled his hair and looked back at the bed he had just jumped out of. "Oh, guess I fell asleep . . ."

"Seems so, you did look tired," she told him, busily unwrapping boxes and container after container of food. She was neatly displaying each edible morsel on a plate.

"What haven't you been doing?" He asked her, quickly regaining his sense of humor.

"I thought you knew. Since we both agreed that neither can really cook, I asked a friend to make some food for us today. I was helping her."

"Hmm," Mu eyed the food as his stomach moved inside of him. He reached for a piece and she swatted him away.

"Leave some for everybody else, Mu."

"But I'm a guest too," he whined.

"Get dressed and come out and help me," she retorted. Smiling, Mu did what he was told. Murrue's in better spirits since this morning.

The second he stepped out, fully dressed, she was waiting. Murrue dropped a huge platter into each of the ex-Commander's thick hands. "There, that's the last of them I think. They go in the Living room." He was surprised by her briskness but followed her into the living room, making his way carefully down a grand staircase. Why they put the kitchen on the top floor, he did not know, nor did he really care . . .

"How did we get roped into this?" He sighed as they set the plates strategically on the grand white table, just in view of the door.

"As I recall you're the one who offered our house for their play ground." She was calm and didn't falter in her words; she was almost casual with them.

Murrue started to walk away, Mu behind her, but when she turned to go up the stairs, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. She started to feel her legs give underneath her as his warm breath grazed her skin, so in one feeble attempt: "Our agreement, remember?"

"Yeah, but nobody's here yet, are they?" He slowly moved forward, giving her ample time to move away, but instead she found herself moving up as well. Their lips were just about to connect when Mu's face screwed up at the sound of his doorbell. He, himself, was the first to move away; absolutely regretting it, but, a promise was a promise.

He slowly slumped his way over to the door and tried to put on a smile, completely annoyed at the idiots that had enough sense to actually come on time.


AN: Yeah, bad break to it, sorry