Love: The Other Endless Waltz

~Chapter 1~

Together Again

AN- Alright, this is the first QuatrexDorothy fic I have ever written. SO bare with me please! I am hoping that this will turn out well.

Disclaimer – I don't own Gundam Wing, any of the characters, or even really my own mind…really…my mind owns me XD

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AG: =_= on with the fic now

Quatre had spent the recent couple of years rebuilding the Winner name in space. After his father's death, he had been very angry with the colonies and the way they turned on the pilots, but things were different after the war. He had learned so much after building and piloting the Wing Zero. As much as he really did hate that suit, he learned a lot from it. So, after his duties as a Gundam Pilot were officially over, he decided to spend time trying to help the colonies. He missed his friends, the other Gundam pilots. He managed stayed in contact with them every now and then, but they simply had begun to drift apart. In the real world, they would never have become friends or comrades. That was just the way it was.

Heero carried on with his agent duties, he never had to kill anyone, but he used his computer skills to become a hacker for Relena, who was still high up in the government. Wu Fei kept his job as a preventer and kept up a comrade relationship with Heero, since Heero used his hacking jobs as a preventer.

Duo retired from anything military related, married Hilde, and continued his work as a scrap metal collector. Trowa, like Duo, retired from all military connections and continued life as a clown and acrobat in the circus he had decided to call home during the war.

Quatre lay in bed thinking about his old friends wondering why it had to be that after everything they had been through together, they couldn't manage to stay friends. He knew they lead different lives, but Quatre had always been an idealist, he would have loved to stay in contact with all of them. However, he always seemed like the only one that ever tried.

'This is why I don't allow myself to have time to think.' He thought to himself as he jumped out of bed. He had a lot to do that day. He changed out of his pajamas, ate breakfast, and headed out the door. Since his old friends from the Magnac Corps had decided to dissemble their mobile suits and work for "Master Quatre" in his family's business, he had plenty of help, but he still needed to hire some new hands, if only just for paperwork help. He walked through the door of the office building that he headed up with Rashid.

"Hello, Master Quatre!" Rashid called out to the blonde haired boy as he waved.

Quatre chuckled and waved back, "You don't have to keep calling me 'master'" he informed Rashid.

Rashid laughed embarrassingly, "Old habits die hard. I don't think I could ever take the 'master' out." He said as he put his arm around Quatre's neck. "Ready for your interviews today, sir?" He asked.

Quatre nodded, "Yeah, I am excited to see the applicants that made it passed your door." He said with a smile. Quatre had trusted his life to Rashid many times over the years, and that would never change. Rashid was like a second father to Quatre, especially after the death of his real father.

"Well, between you and me, the first one may just surprise you." He said as he handed Quatre a pile of files.

Quatre was confused upon hearing this, 'someone that may surprise me?' He thought to himself as he looked at Rashid, who was pushing him into his office.

"I'll send in your first applicant in a few moments, Master…er…Quatre." Rashid said with a smile. He walked a few doors down, into a waiting room. He looked over the applicants. There were more than a dozen sitting in the room. He walked up to one of them, "Master Quatre is almost ready for you, miss." He said politely.

Quatre shut the door to his office. This office was Quatre's home away from home. He decorated it with plants and pictures of his family and even his fellow Gundam Pilots, whom he had always considered a second family. There was a second door that was left open leading into another hallway connected to the waiting room for the applicants. They had their own private entrance so as not to bother the office workers. He took a seat and opened the first file, "Someone who might…" He thought out loud. It was then that he saw the name, "Dorothy Catalonia…" He said in complete shock.

"Why if it isn't Quatre Reberba Winner." Rang Dorothy's voice from the second door into Quatre's office. She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed. A smirk ran across her face as she walked up to the desk. She took a seat in one of two chairs that sat just beyond Quatre's desk.

Quatre looked up at Dorothy; it was nice to see a familiar face, even if it was Dorothy's. He was so ambivalent when it came to his feelings for her. She was one of his mortal enemies; she annoyed him most of the time. However, there was an essence about her that made him care for her deeply. They had very similar views, even if those views had been manifested themselves in very different ways, which caused most of his irritation with her. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Applying to be your assistant of course." She explained to him in a very matter of fact tone.

Quatre stood up and walked over to her, "What made you want to apply in the first place?" He asked.

Dorothy turned away from him and boasted, "Well, I learned everything I could from Miss Relena." She turned around to look at Quatre, "Now I want to learn more from you!"

Quatre looked annoyed at her. "Dorothy," he started, "Relena may have fallen for that back when she was a lot more innocent. But I am not that gullible." He said with his annoyance showing through.

Dorothy sat back down, "Ok, I'll be honest." She said. This time she actually sounded sincere. It was a new thing to hear coming from her. "You earned a lot of respect from me. At the end of the war…and of course that beautiful battle between you and Marimaya's soldiers."

"That doesn't explain your desire to work for me though, Dorothy." Quatre explained to her rather impatiently. Quatre had become hardened, mostly thanks to Dorothy, during the war. He wasn't going to fall for her vagueness anymore.

"I was getting to that." She started, "I honestly would like to learn from you." She informed him. "I want to learn how you live life the way you do. When I followed Relena around, I had an agenda. Here, I don't." She continued.

"What do you mean?" Quatre asked.

"I followed her mockingly. She entertained me with her pacifist views. She was close to that one Gundam Pilot, who was close to the other Gundam Pilots. Ergo, close to battles." She continued to explain.

Quatre never quite understood her never ending love for the battlefield. What could she possibly want to learn from him? He stayed silent for a few moments before replying to her, "You do realize I have adopted the same pacifist views…the Winners are very similar to the Peacecrafts."

Dorothy nodded, "but, with you, it's different. You have experienced battle in its truest form. She never had the right to be a pacifist. She never killed anyone in her life."

Quatre never understood half of where she came from. He knew that she hated battles, and for some reason she misunderstood her hatred for them and found them "beautiful." He let out a sigh and shook his head, "Some people just never change." He said as he sat back down at his desk. "You need a better reason to want to work for me Dorothy." He explained to her.

Dorothy realized that she was getting nowhere fast with him. She was being sincere with him. "Do I need any more reason for wanting to be near you, Quatre?" She asked.

'Wanting to be near me?' He asked himself in thought. Why would she want to be near him specifically? "Explain." He demanded.

Dorothy rolled her eyes. "Why do you seem to always need an explanation?" She demanded right back. As she spoke she jumped up from her seat and leaned over his desk. She looked down at him. Now she was simply angry.

"I need an explanation from /you/ because you tried to kill me multiple times! Forgive me for being cautious." He yelled as he stood up to meet her face to face. He looked at her, merely centimeters away from her face.

They paused, looking at each other in the eyes. They felt each other's breath hitting their faces, they were so close.

Quatre finally backed away and turned from her. "I don't trust you, and it would be very difficult for you to ever gain that trust." He said.

Dorothy looked at him, "Then please, give me the chance to gain it." She stated.

Quatre turned back to her, "One last question."

Dorothy nodded.

"Why is it so important to you?" He asked.

Dorothy had no answer, at least no answer that she would ever admit to. The truth of the matter was she had seen something in him that she wanted to get to know more. She had no idea what this was; she just knew that she wanted to be near him. She had only ever felt this way about Zechs and Treize. But for those two, she was in love with their love for battles; for their true soldier abilities. Quatre was different; there was something about him that made her need to be near him. But how could she explain that to him without revealing too much of her personal feelings. "I don't know." She wasn't lying. She didn't know why he was so important to her. He just was.

Quatre looked at her in a tense silence. He didn't know what to do about this. He didn't trust her, but she actually seemed sincere. He had learned the difference between her sincerity and her act. Not to mention, he did actually care for her. He just couldn't come up with any answer that would make sense. If he said no, she would be hurt; something he didn't want to do. If he said yes, he could put himself in danger. He placed his hand to where she had pierced him with a sword a few years ago. It healed, but the memory would never leave. He turned to her "Dorothy…" He said. "One chance, only because Rashid approved of you. But I'll be watching you, one wrong move –" He began explaining before he was cut off.

Dorothy nodded, "I understand, I am gone." She said with excitement. She began to leave the office, "Thank you, Master Quatre." She said. She left the office leaving Quatre alone.

Quatre chuckled painfully, "I sure hope I didn't just make a huge mistake just now." He thought out loud.

AN – well, that's a start…sorry it was short…XD actually it's longer than my older fics…I really should apologize for those…R&R!