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Disclaimer: I don't own them except for the kids!

Warring Hearts

"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!" shouted Jonathon.

"WILL YOU STOP SCREAMING AT ME!" yelled Leigh. She took a deep breath and pushed out of the porch chair. "I didn't want to tell you because you would start reacting just like this," she said in a lowered voice.

"You saw Megan necking with my best friend, who happens to be my baby sister's boyfriend!" he snapped, shoving his hand through his hair, "I have every right to overreact!"

"But it doesn't give you the right to raise your voice at me! You and your powder keg of a temper! I was shocked at what I saw! I debated on whether to not to tell you and I chose not to because you would go straight to Miles and beat the shit out of him!" she exclaimed heatedly. "You always act before you think you baka!"

Jonathon glared at her and pushed out of his chair and stood over her. "Oh and I suppose you don't jump to conclusions either! You chased me around with a damn katana when I told you about Megan coming home with Miles and me."

Leigh glared right back, not at all intimidated by the chilling look from those cobalt eyes. "I overreacted! So sue me! How can I not when your nickname in school was Casanova Maxwell!"

"I haven't cheated on you!" he snapped.

"I never said you did you idiot!" she said exasperatedly. She shoved up her bangs in frustration and turned her back to him. She rested her hands on the railings of the Maxwell's front porch. It was Tuesday, two days after the Sunday dinner from hell. Her head fell forward between her stretched out arms, her long raven hair tumbling over her shoulders. "I just meant that you've always had a reputation with girls and it doesn't always inspire confidence in me."

Jonathon stared at her bent head and raked his hand through his thick chestnut hair. He forced his temper down to a safer level. "Are we back to that again?" he asked quietly.

"No, we're not, but how can I not think of that after what's happened to Randy? Miles and you were much the same, except he was called Romeo. I can't help feeling that way," Leigh replied in a soft voice.

"Well hell Leigh, how many times to I have to swear I wasn't looking at anther girl or even flirting with her? Why can't you trust me!"

"Because you have cheated Jonathon!"

"It was one time! It wasn't supposed to happen, I was just a little…"

"Drunk," she finished flatly, "You were drunk and you were about to fall into bed with Valerie Marshall before David stopped you."

Jonathon frowned and walked up behind her. "That was a mistake, I know. But didn't I make it up to you?" He pulled her back up against his chest, feeling her stiffen slightly. He locked his arms around her waist and bent his head over her bare shoulder. "That was two years ago babe. I've been faithful ever since."

Leigh compressed her lips into a thin line. "Stop the sweet talking Maxwell."

He leaned back a little but didn't remove his arms from her waist. "I'm not sweet talking," he said affronted. He propped his chin up on her shoulder. "How did this conversation become about us? We were talking about Megan, Miles, Donavon, and Randy."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It just turned out that way. But honestly, I didn't know if I should tell you. You would fly off the handle and we didn't need another maniacal Maxwell running around. Your dad and Chris already fill that position quite nicely. I didn't know Vaughn would start that whole inquisition," she said as she glanced at him over her shoulder. Her ice blue eyes met his. "I was going to tell you if it didn't come to light."

"I'm sorry if I yelled at you Leigh, but this house hasn't been the most pleasant place to be that past two days. Dad looks like he could still kill, which makes mom apprehensive. And Randy is pale and withdrawn. She barely can make herself get out of bed to go to work with dad," Jonathon said as he bent his head, resting his forehead against the curve of her neck. He pressed his lips against her skin. He could smell the traces of the jasmine bath gel she used.

Leigh folded her arms over his. She kissed his hair. "I'm sorry. I know how you feel about your sister. And I know it really hurts you to see her like this. But she's strong, she'll brave it out."

"She has to be or else if she doesn't come out of this depression of hers, no amount of distance will keep my dad from going after Miles with his bare hands or a shot gun," Jonathon sighed.

"You know, not to be picky, but Randy cheated with Donavon as well," she said hesitantly.

"She was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing," he replied in defense to his sister.

"I know, but cheating is still cheating, whether you're drunk or not," Leigh said as she frowned a little. She turned around in his arms to face him. "You were drunk as well. It's not that viable an excuse."

"Don't be so on the straight and narrow. No one should live that way," Jonathon said as he looked down at her. "You're way too serious."

"Then don't be that willing to bend the rules like you do. It's black or white; there shouldn't be any in between. And you always put things in the shades of gray."

"Leigh, there is no absolutes. It can't be black and white. There has to be some leeway. I cheated on you once and only once. You still took me back."

"Only because you were a persistent little pest. You lay on the charm the most when you want something," Leigh said dryly.

"But it worked, didn't it?" Jonathon smirked.

"But that's besides the point Jonathon. I only took you back with the warning if you ever cheated on me again I would kill you."

"Then if that's so, why have we broken up so many times?" he asked quizzically.

"I only broke up with you three times and you've done it four times. And I dumped you once because you cheated. The second time I was mad at you, and three, I think I was mad at you again."

He wrinkled his nose a little. "You broke up with me the second time because I didn't do something you wanted. The third time was because you were having a bad case of PMS."

His reply caused Leigh to grit her teeth. "Well if you weren't so provoking Jonathon Lawrence Maxwell I wouldn't have to resort to breaking up with you. And if I remember you broke up with me twice because you wanted "space" and the other two times you let your temper get the best of you."

"I did not break up with you because I wanted space!" Jonathon protested.

"Yes, you did! I remember exactly what you said too! "Leigh I want to take a break since I'm starting college," and "Leigh I think we should take a break and see other people." That's exactly what you said."

He dropped his arms from around her and took a step back. "I never said anything like that!"

"You did! You're just choosing not to remember because you don't want me to be right!" she said as she narrowed her eyes at him.

Jonathon narrowed his eyes right back. "Well maybe you have a faulty memory because I don't remember it that way!"

Leigh's mouth dropped open. "I don't have a faulty memory thank you very much! I'm right and you know it! You always do this when you know I'm right!"

"YOU'RE NOT RIGHT! I DIDN'T BREAK UP WITH YOU THOSE TIMES BECAUSE I NEEDED SPACE!"

"LIAR! YOU DID! SO STOP LYING!"

He clenched his hands into fists. "I'M NOT A LIAR!"

"YES YOU ARE!" She slammed her hands against the metal railing.

"DAMMIT LEIGH, I'M NOT!"

"THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD IT! I'M NOT GOING TO STAND AROUND HERE AND ARGUE WITH A HARDHEADED BAD TEMPERED MAXWELL!" Leigh turned on her heel and flounced down the brick steps.

"FINE!" Jonathon yelled at her back as she walked towards her car.

"FINE!" she yelled back as she got in her car and slammed the door. She took off down the driveway in a screeching of tires.

Jonathon turned on his heel and went back inside the house, slamming the front door as he went. "Damn woman, always thinks she's right!" he mumbled under his breath as he went back to the kitchen. He didn't look at his mom or dad as he yanked open the basement door and went down the steps. He went to the far corner of the basement and took a swing at the punching bag.

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Hilde sighed. "How many breakups does this make it now?" she asked Duo.

Duo looked up at her from his dinner. "I think it makes number…eight."

She sighed again. "This is getting ridiculous."

He sighed as well and went back to his dinner.

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Jonathon punched the bag for twenty minutes. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He had since stripped off his shirt, which was damp as well. He rested his hands on the wall as well as his forehead on the cool concrete wall. His breath was coming out raggedly. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Dammit Leigh why did this happen again?"

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Leigh pulled into the driveway of her home. She slammed into the house and walked past her parents sitting in the small breakfast alcove. She pulled open the fridge and took out an apple. She went to the butcher block and with the sharpest knife she could find, sliced the fruit neatly in half with one chop. The metal hitting the wood sounded throughout the silent kitchen.

Wufei arched a brow at his oldest daughter. "Let me guess, Jonathon," he remarked drolly.

She growled and with one slice, split one half of the apple into two.

"I think that's our answer," Sally replied as she watched Leigh do the same with the other half of the fruit.

"What did he do this time?" Wufei asked as he watched her take out a second apple and cleave it the same way she had done the first.

"I would rather not say dad! Except that he's a baka! And a Maxwell!" Leigh said through clenched teeth. She threw the apples in a bowl and stamped up the steps to her room.

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Wufei frowned. "I don't like this." He turned and looked at Sally.

"You don't like much," Sally answered dryly as she put down the magazine she was looking at and folded her hands on the table.

"It's that Jonathon Maxwell. I should have stopped that relationship before it got this far. Now this is the eighth time that she's come home like this. It's a tell tale sign that they broke up again. I won't have some baka Maxwell making my daughter unhappy," he scowled.

"You can't interfere in her love life Wufei. She's twenty-three years old," she said mildly. "Jonathon was her choice."

"And what a bad choice it's turning out to be! There should be a warning put out that says, "Don't let your daughter date a Maxwell," Wufei ranted.

"Well Heero let Victoria marry Chris, so it can't be that bad," Sally said with some exasperation.

"Heero dislocated that Maxwell's arm for sleeping with his daughter! And all three Maxwell boys have had numerous girlfriends!"

She rolled her eyes and sighed, having heard this argument before.

"They all inherited that braided baka's deplorable traits! And Jonathon is making my daughter unhappy!" Wufei continued irately.

"Wufei! Calm down before you give yourself a coronary!" Sally said, raising her voice a little so she could be heard over her husband's ranting.

His mouth snapped shut at her outburst. "Well then what do you have to say about this onna!"

Sally pushed her bangs up in frustration. "I think you should stop getting upset about this every time she comes home upset! She loves him you bakayaro!"

Wufei snorted disdainfully. "A mistake in my opinion."

"Then it's your opinion! But she loves him and you can't tell someone to stop loving someone else!"

"I would have much rather her date someone who didn't have a reputation," he muttered under his breath.

"You're impossible! There is no getting through to you!" Sally hissed as she pushed out of her chair and left the kitchen.

Wufei listened as a door upstairs slammed. He sighed and then scowled. "Silly onna," he mumbled. Then he thought of Jonathon. "What did you do this time brat?" he asked himself.

Leigh heard the door slam down the hall as she lay across her bed. "Dad must have pissed mom off again," she sighed as she crunched down on another apple. She reached under her bed and pulled out a set of daggers. She went over to the window and opened it before sitting on the edge of the bed. She picked up a dagger and with deadly accuracy sent it flying out the window into the bark of the tree outside. "Damn Maxwell! Can never admit that he's wrong!" she said as she sent the second dagger out into the night. "Damn myself for loving him so much!" A third dagger embedded itself into the tree. "Damn him for being a baka!" A fourth dagger found its mark. "And damn him for never saying, "I love you!" She hurled two daggers at once, sending them deep into the bark of the tree. She wiped away the few tears sliding down her cheeks. "Why can't he say it just once! Why can't he say that he loves me!" she said chokingly. She pushed down the lump in her throat. "Damn you Maxwell for making me love you so much it hurts!"

A/N: Well I hope you liked the first installment of my new story! I thought it would be fitting if I did a story with Jonathon Maxwell and Leigh Chang. There's more coming soon so stay tuned! XOXO!