Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters, please don't
sue me.
Been a while since I last updated this damn thing. Hopefully more interest will be generated in it than it was two years ago. hopeful
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Winner Family Estate, Middle East
Quatre Raberba Winner ran a hand through his blond hair as he examined some production figures. He was twenty-five years old and already the head of one of the largest manufacturing corporations in the world. Lines of concentration creased his young face as he sighed and scanned some more paperwork. Suddenly two arms embraced him from behind and a head was laid on his shoulder. "Little brother, you work too much."
Quatre smiled and turned. "Iria, you know this has to get done."
Iria Winner chuckled as she straightened up and tousled her youngest sibling's hair. "Yes, but that doesn't mean you sacrifice family time for work," she admonished him lightly.
He put down the paper he was holding and stood up to face his sister. "You're right. C'mon, let's go sit down outside." They walked outside to the patio next to the swimming pool. Quatre sat down at a round table while Iria leaned against a white support pillar. "You know," he began, "this is the exact spot where Duo and I decided to return to space with our Gundams."
His sister crinkled her blue eyes at him. "Yes, then you almost got yourselves killed in the process."
Quatre gave her a lopsided grin. "But I was able to survive thanks to you. And Duo got out eventually with Heero's help."
Iria canted her head. "Ah, you boys. Always looking out for one another. By the way, when was the last time you spoke to one of them?"
Quatre rubbed his chin as he thought. "Hmm, I last spoke to Heero about five months ago. I saw Trowa and Catherine in the L3 colonies on my way here to Earth. Duo called me a few weeks ago and I've not heard from Wufei in the longest. I suppose he's caught up in all his Preventer work."
"Even though you haven't kept consistent contact, you five are kindred spirits," Iria remarked. "You've all saved the world together and deep down inside you all care for each other."
"I know," replied Quatre. His eyes grew a little misty and his expression turned wistful. "I only wish Father could have seen the world we've been able to help create. He would have been so happy and proud..."
Iria approached her little brother and was about to reply when the butler appeared and announced, "Master Quatre, there is a young lady here to see you."
Quatre looked at him. "Did she say what her name was?"
The butler shook his head. "No, but she did say that she was a former sparring partner of yours."
Curious and intrigued, Quatre got up and said to Iria, "I'll be right back. Excuse me."
Iria waved nonchalantly. "No prob."
The butler led Quatre to the front door where a young woman with long blonde hair stood. Her back was turned to him, but as soon as she heard his footsteps she turned to face him. Quatre gave a little gasp as he recognized her to none other than Dorothy Catalonia.
"Hello Quatre," she greeted, bowing to him.
He approached her and held out both his hands. "You needn't do that," he said. She straightened up and took both of his hands in her own. Quatre led her into the living room. She sat down on a large armchair and folded her hands in her lap. Quatre took a seat across from her on a couch.
"So, how are you Dorothy?" asked Quatre. "It's been ages."
"I'm well, thank you. I can see you're pretty well off yourself," Dorothy replied, gazing around the room.
"You're no stranger to a lifestyle like this," Quatre said, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
She smiled. "No, I'm not. But that's not the reason I came here, Quatre."
"Oh?"
Dorothy looked at her hands. "I came here because I needed to talk to someone who understands me."
"Let me guess. That person's me, right?" Quatre said, pointing to himself.
She nodded.
"Dorothy, I'd be glad to help you with anything I possibly can. Just name it."
She took a deep breath. "Quatre, you're the person who made me see the error of my ways. I was a foolish girl that loved foolish wars. You made me open my eyes and broadened my scope on things. Because of you, I was able to change myself and all the things that were wrong with me. For that I can never repay you." Quatre was about say something but Dorothy held a hand up, silencing him. "Let me finish. Seven years ago, I saw you and your friends save the Earth and the colonies. Two years later, I saw you guys do it again. That caused me to question my purpose for existing. For the past six years, I have been looking for an answer. I think I've found it."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to join Preventer."
"Wow Dorothy," Quatre said, awed. "That's a big decision. You sure you're up for it?"
"Quatre, I've spent the past six years wondering if I can exist in a world free of wars. I've found that I can, and I like it that way. Joining Preventer would make me fulfilled because I would be helping in keeping the peace."
Quatre smiled. "That the perfect attitude to have and I'm behind you all the way."
Dorothy smiled as well, as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. "Thank you so much for understanding."
"Would you like me to come to Brussels with you to talk to Chief Une?" Quatre asked.
"You'd do that for me?"
"Hey, I said I'd do anything I could do to help."
Just then, Iria walked in. "Hello," she greeted Dorothy.
Quatre got up and led Iria to Dorothy. "Iria Winner, meet Dorothy Catalonia."
"Pleased to meet you," Dorothy said as they shook hands. Leaning towards Iria, she said, "Did you know I once stabbed your brother through the side?"
Quatre burst out laughing as a look of utter surprise and disbelief crossed his sister's face. "C'mon, I'll explain it later."
"I sure hope you can. Where are we going, by the way?"
"Field trip," he replied. "To Brussels, Belgium."
Been a while since I last updated this damn thing. Hopefully more interest will be generated in it than it was two years ago. hopeful
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Winner Family Estate, Middle East
Quatre Raberba Winner ran a hand through his blond hair as he examined some production figures. He was twenty-five years old and already the head of one of the largest manufacturing corporations in the world. Lines of concentration creased his young face as he sighed and scanned some more paperwork. Suddenly two arms embraced him from behind and a head was laid on his shoulder. "Little brother, you work too much."
Quatre smiled and turned. "Iria, you know this has to get done."
Iria Winner chuckled as she straightened up and tousled her youngest sibling's hair. "Yes, but that doesn't mean you sacrifice family time for work," she admonished him lightly.
He put down the paper he was holding and stood up to face his sister. "You're right. C'mon, let's go sit down outside." They walked outside to the patio next to the swimming pool. Quatre sat down at a round table while Iria leaned against a white support pillar. "You know," he began, "this is the exact spot where Duo and I decided to return to space with our Gundams."
His sister crinkled her blue eyes at him. "Yes, then you almost got yourselves killed in the process."
Quatre gave her a lopsided grin. "But I was able to survive thanks to you. And Duo got out eventually with Heero's help."
Iria canted her head. "Ah, you boys. Always looking out for one another. By the way, when was the last time you spoke to one of them?"
Quatre rubbed his chin as he thought. "Hmm, I last spoke to Heero about five months ago. I saw Trowa and Catherine in the L3 colonies on my way here to Earth. Duo called me a few weeks ago and I've not heard from Wufei in the longest. I suppose he's caught up in all his Preventer work."
"Even though you haven't kept consistent contact, you five are kindred spirits," Iria remarked. "You've all saved the world together and deep down inside you all care for each other."
"I know," replied Quatre. His eyes grew a little misty and his expression turned wistful. "I only wish Father could have seen the world we've been able to help create. He would have been so happy and proud..."
Iria approached her little brother and was about to reply when the butler appeared and announced, "Master Quatre, there is a young lady here to see you."
Quatre looked at him. "Did she say what her name was?"
The butler shook his head. "No, but she did say that she was a former sparring partner of yours."
Curious and intrigued, Quatre got up and said to Iria, "I'll be right back. Excuse me."
Iria waved nonchalantly. "No prob."
The butler led Quatre to the front door where a young woman with long blonde hair stood. Her back was turned to him, but as soon as she heard his footsteps she turned to face him. Quatre gave a little gasp as he recognized her to none other than Dorothy Catalonia.
"Hello Quatre," she greeted, bowing to him.
He approached her and held out both his hands. "You needn't do that," he said. She straightened up and took both of his hands in her own. Quatre led her into the living room. She sat down on a large armchair and folded her hands in her lap. Quatre took a seat across from her on a couch.
"So, how are you Dorothy?" asked Quatre. "It's been ages."
"I'm well, thank you. I can see you're pretty well off yourself," Dorothy replied, gazing around the room.
"You're no stranger to a lifestyle like this," Quatre said, a slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
She smiled. "No, I'm not. But that's not the reason I came here, Quatre."
"Oh?"
Dorothy looked at her hands. "I came here because I needed to talk to someone who understands me."
"Let me guess. That person's me, right?" Quatre said, pointing to himself.
She nodded.
"Dorothy, I'd be glad to help you with anything I possibly can. Just name it."
She took a deep breath. "Quatre, you're the person who made me see the error of my ways. I was a foolish girl that loved foolish wars. You made me open my eyes and broadened my scope on things. Because of you, I was able to change myself and all the things that were wrong with me. For that I can never repay you." Quatre was about say something but Dorothy held a hand up, silencing him. "Let me finish. Seven years ago, I saw you and your friends save the Earth and the colonies. Two years later, I saw you guys do it again. That caused me to question my purpose for existing. For the past six years, I have been looking for an answer. I think I've found it."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to join Preventer."
"Wow Dorothy," Quatre said, awed. "That's a big decision. You sure you're up for it?"
"Quatre, I've spent the past six years wondering if I can exist in a world free of wars. I've found that I can, and I like it that way. Joining Preventer would make me fulfilled because I would be helping in keeping the peace."
Quatre smiled. "That the perfect attitude to have and I'm behind you all the way."
Dorothy smiled as well, as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. "Thank you so much for understanding."
"Would you like me to come to Brussels with you to talk to Chief Une?" Quatre asked.
"You'd do that for me?"
"Hey, I said I'd do anything I could do to help."
Just then, Iria walked in. "Hello," she greeted Dorothy.
Quatre got up and led Iria to Dorothy. "Iria Winner, meet Dorothy Catalonia."
"Pleased to meet you," Dorothy said as they shook hands. Leaning towards Iria, she said, "Did you know I once stabbed your brother through the side?"
Quatre burst out laughing as a look of utter surprise and disbelief crossed his sister's face. "C'mon, I'll explain it later."
"I sure hope you can. Where are we going, by the way?"
"Field trip," he replied. "To Brussels, Belgium."