Disclaimers:  I do not own Gundam Wing, any of its characters, or this song.

Notes:  For those of you who don’t recognize it, the song comes from the soundtrack of the animated movie, Anastasia.  This is
just a short little piece.  One of the guys looks back on his fading memories during the holiday season.

Once Upon a December

//Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I almost remember//

His memories were fleeting, random images of things that made no sense to him.  But as always during the winter, he
remembered . . . at least partially.  It was never clear, but the memories still came, and always around this time of year.

//And a song someone sings
Once upon a December//

Her voice was one of the few things that remained clear to him.  She sang so beautifully, her voice like an angel’s . . . but of
course every child felt that way of their mother’s voice.  Father’s fingers danced expertly over the keys of the piano as Mother
sang the songs of the season.  A decorated tree stood proudly in front of the large picture widow of their home.  Christmas had
always been important to her, and she had dearly loved doting attention on her family during the season.

//Someone holds me safe and warm//

Mother picked him up, tucking him safely into his bed.  Still she sang, only now it was a lullaby for her child.  The boy held her
close, twisting his small fingers deep into her silken hair.  He loved her hair, the sight and smell of it, the way it fell around her
shoulders like a chocolate waterfall.  She smiled brightly, humming her wordless tune as she brushed the bangs from his eyes.

//Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory//

Mother took the snow globe from the bedside table, winding the key at the bottom.  She turned it in her hand as the gentle tune
began, a familiar and haunting melody that had always soothed him into sleep.  Inside horses danced while a snowfall of glitter
fell around them . . . a pair of lovers locked in an embrace revolving with the music.  It was something so familiar, he
remembered it dearly.

//Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Once upon a December//

But there were things he didn’t know.  For the life of him, he couldn’t remember his mother’s face.  Only her smile . . . her hair
. . . the way her eyes shimmered with every smile.  Still, her features remained hidden from him, lost somewhere in his soul.  He
had forgotten and could not forgive himself that.

//Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory//

Her arms, her body . . . lord how he wanted to remember her.  Her every hug made him feel safe, every kiss from her tender
lips calming him even after the worst of his nightmares.  He had never wanted to be parted from her.  That snow globe was lost
forever in the past . . . a raid by rebels had seen to that as well as to the loss of his family.

//Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember//

With every passing year, it grew more faint.  A little of his past was lost with each December that went by.  He wanted so badly
to know her name, to know his own name.  He yearned to remember the life he had once lived, even if the masks he set in place
hid that fact from all who knew him.  He bowed his head, the memories fading away.  A single tear fell from his eye, while
outside the window he stood in front of, the snow continued to fall, coating the grounds of the estate in a layer of pure white.

//And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December//

In the background, a Christmas Carol began to play.  A woman sang it with a gentle voice, but not so beautiful as his mother’s.  
He wished it were his mother singing, not just some nameless voice over the radio.

“Come on . . . we’re about to have dinner.”  Came a voice from behind him.  “The guys are all waiting.”

Heero turned, carelessly wiping away the errant tear.  “I’ll be right there, Duo.”  He said, allowing only a smirk to form on his

“Okay, but I’m not responsible if you don’t get any cranberry sauce.”  The American shrugged, turning and strolling out of the
room, his chestnut colored braid swishing behind him as he walked.

Heero chuckled, shaking his head.  He turned, casting one last, longing look out the window.  He wished the winds had been
able to tell him of his past, but they couldn’t.  The child he had been and the family he had known were lost in the past, buried
deep in the memories that he could not reach.  Turning to the door, he walked out, heading to find joy during the holiday season
with his new family, one that he wouldn’t forget any time soon.

The End