Shut Up (1/1)
by Anne Olsen
Ratings/warnings: OK (Oz/Kiwi spelling/grammar etc) – PG13 – Drabble. Quatre POV.
Author's notes: Written for the LJ drabble challenge. Line: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!" Word count: 484.
Part of the 'Bird in the Hand' timeline.
Pairing: 4x1
Summary: Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
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Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. I promise to return the characters in one piece, more or less, when I'm finished, but hold no liability for any broken bones or psychological trauma sustained by them in my fiction.
Thanks to haraamis and Misanagi for beta reading.
For Misanagi.
Comments to: anneo
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As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew that I was screwed. Or rather not screwed, which was, according to Duo, something that needed to be rectified. It had been his idea for the five of us to go out for a drink, even though I had proclaimed my intention to stay sober.
Trowa and Wufei exchanged a glance; I could tell that they were amused, and it didn't help my mood. "If you want to laugh, go right ahead," I snapped at them. The only thing I was grateful for was the fact that Heero was at the bar, collecting the order, and hadn't heard my outburst.
"Why would we laugh, Cat?" The side of Duo's mouth twitched. "Heero's ass /is/ very cute, and I bet he would be…"
"Don't you dare," I warned.
"What?" Duo chuckled. "Tell Heero that you think he's sexy and that you've been lusting after him for the past two years? That you're not as straight as he's convinced you are?"
I gave Duo a glare before sneaking another look at Heero. His jeans clung to his backside like a wet dream, his muscles rippling as he reached across the bar for the tray of glasses. I wiped a hand across my mouth and sighed…loudly.
"Definitely Lust 101." Trowa's voice cut across my lust fogged thoughts.
"I disagree." Wufei sounded amused. "He's graduated with honours and heading for a Ph.D."
"It's okay for you guys," I muttered. "You're with the person you want. Some of us haven't got that luxury."
"You could always ask him," Duo said helpfully.
"Ask who what?" Heero placed the tray of drinks on the table and slid into the seat next to me.
"Quatre's got something to tell you," Duo said.
"No," I said firmly. "I don't." I picked up a glass and downed the beer in one gulp. Another one magically appeared to take its place. "If I'm going to do something I'll do it when I decide it's time and not because I was railroaded into it." Even if I admitted to Heero how I felt, I wouldn't do it here. I didn't need an audience for my rejection. I slammed the empty glass on the table; my hands were shaking. I could never control my feelings when I was drunk. "Screw you guys, I'm going home!"
Without looking back, I collected my coat, threw enough credits on the table so that their evening wasn't a total loss and stormed out of the pub.
A hand on my shoulder stopped me before I was half way down the street. "Quatre," Heero said. "I'm sorry. I should have said something sooner, but I'm no good with words."
"What?" I turned. "I'm sorry, Heero. I say things I shouldn't when I'm…"
"Quatre, shut up." He took a step forward, put his hands awkwardly around my waist and kissed me.
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