Disney Disaster: Interludes

A series of "what ifs" and "behind the scenes" from my story Disney Disaster!

Warnings: Spoilers for my story Disney Disaster! Not sure how many of these I will do; I have a few others planned, but I have no idea when I'll write them! I have several Duo and Heero scenes I'd like to post...eventually.

First up: Trowa was NOT Quatre's knight-in-shining armor during the drowning scene in Chapter 8 and 9, but what if he had been?

Other warnings: This one is cute, unrealistic, and total SAP. Contains Biblical references and oddity. Please remember that Quatre goes by Watson in this part of the story!

It was another typical morning for Trowa Barton, the goat guru of Animal Kingdom. He got up for work, went to work, fed/watered and brought out the goats, entertained said goats, and taught stupid children how to pet aforementioned goats. Goats. Goats. Goats. They were nice goats, but if he was looking for excellent conversation or something sexy to drool at, they did not fulfill his needs. Because Trowa didn't like goats THAT way. He thought Greg who worked at Habitat Habitat! might, because he always came around to stare at the goats very oddly and made strange noises in the back of his throat, but Trowa tried to ignore him and didn't associate with him.

Trowa was much more interested in the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy who came around to talk to him. This boy knew how to pet the goats and he respected all of the animals in the Kingdom; he spoke quietly and thoughtfully and his laugh was bright and quite nice to hear. Trowa liked Watson more than any other animal he had cared for in the park. This was strange, because normally Trowa preferred the unobtrusive presence of animals.

Last night, however, Watson had nearly broken his heart. They had had a wonderful time dancing and running through Magic Kingdom late at night. And sitting there, watching the fireworks, Trowa had thought it a magnificent time for a kiss. But Watson had turned away from his lips. This left Trowa not only confused, but heart-broken as well. He was absolutely sure Watson had been checking him out and flirting with him. Trowa huffed. Watson was prettier than his animals, yes, but also harder to understand. He left Trowa feeling quite befuddled.

Trowa was bending to down to pet Clementine when all of a sudden shrill bells began to go off inside his head. His eyes widened and his body began to fill with adrenaline. His Watson senses were tingling! Shoving Clementine out of the way with a muttered 'excuse me', Trowa leapt over the ropes of the goat pen and out to the train.

"Aldrin!" He shouted as he threw himself into a seat, "I need to get to Africa right away! Drive as fast as you can!"

"One speed only," Aldrin, the elderly conductor, huffed.

"My beloved is in danger!"

"Then call 911."

Trowa sulked, muttering 'not as romantic' as he pictured himself swooping in to save Watson from certain death.

The train finally pulled into Africa and without another thought, Trowa leapt from his seat and dashed through the crowds of Animal Kingdom. He left the gates, not even thinking about the sanctity of his job as he abandoned his post and headed for a bus going to Blizzard Beach.

He held out a five dollar bill to the bus driver, "You can have this if you drive as fast as you can to Blizzard Beach."

The woman looked at the money, looked to Trowa, and then looked at the money, "Honey, you want me to call the cops?"

"My beloved is in danger!"

"Sit down. If you cause any more trouble I'm not hesitating to call the police."

Trowa grumbled as he took a seat, people giving him wary looks, moving farther down the bus. Trowa sniffed delicately. What would they know about saving the day, anyway? Trowa pushed out his chest, feeling very manly indeed.

The bus came to a stop at Blizzard Beach and Trowa raced out the doors, jumping over the head of a small toddler. Trowa skidded to halt, and patiently waited in line for the turnstile, tapping his foot to the light, airy jig playing on the speakers. He passed his ticket to the young woman at the turnstile.

"How do you do?" she asked.

"Just fine, thank you. I'm here to save my beloved," Trowa beamed proudly.

His ticket went through the machine, "Well, isn't that nice? Have a nice day now."

"You too," Trowa tipped an imaginary hat.

Then, he sprinted to the wave pool.

"Watson!" he cried, arms spread wide. Not one of the lazy pool-dwellers paid him any heed. Trowa snorted, obviously disliking the fact that no else had a flair for the dramatic. He threw off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on, as he stood at the edge of the wave pool.

Trowa raised his hand above the water and shouted, "I command you, chlorine-filled waters choked with people and plastic tubes, to SPLIT!"

Just like that, as if he had taken scissors to paper, Trowa parted Melt-Away Bay. And now a clear path led from Trowa's feet to a huddled figure at the other end of the wave pool. Trowa walked down the path, the water towering on either side of him.

"Watson," he whispered, pulling him into an embrace, "you're alive!"

"Thank you," Watson said, before pulling back and looking into the sky, "God."

"God?" Trowa choked.

Watson smiled beautifully, "Who do you think gave you powers to split the waters?"

Watson stood up and with his arms spread wide, continued, "I must now spread the word and take a vow of chastity. The Lord has been good to me."

Trowa quickly stood up and began to talk to the sky as well, "Wait a minute! This isn't how it's supposed to go! Watson's my beloved!"

Watson turned to eye him critically, "Well, if you work for seven years in my father's fields…"

Trowa covered his face with his hands. He was never going to get laid.