SailorStar9: After getting the prologue out, this is Chapter 1 of this fic. Expect a manipulating and calculating Ami in this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, is it too hard for you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts?

Disclaimers: I own nothing, except for the plot bunny.

Chapter 1: Where It All Begins


In a dark apartment unit somewhere in Colony Cluster L2...

Ami was at her laptop, working on the last remnants of the Sweeper Organization's accounts, with a cup of coffee on her work desk. "Thanks for the heads up, Howard." she muttered, reading the latest email Howard had sent her.

A faint 'click' on her door informed her that she had an unwanted visitor.

I was wondering when he'd show up. The medic-in-training smirked, fingering her hunting knife. Well, here goes nothing. "Nice to see you too, Q-bean." she voiced, causing the deranged blond to falter for a second. "I know what you're here for." she turned her chair around to face him. "The blueprints of Wing ZERO, right?" she stood up. "And put that gun down, Qu-bean." she pushed the weapon aside. "It won't do you any good if you actually killed the one person who knows Wing ZERO's layout inside out, would it? And," she gave Quatre a serious look. "I want to know the reason why you're doing this."

"Fine," Quatre growled. "I want to use the Gundam… Wing ZERO to destroy the craziness of the Universe. Destroying the weapons in the Universe is my mission. The Colonies are armourizing therefore I must destroy the Colonies too. You will help me." he trained a cold look at her.

"Any help I provide comes with a price tag, Q-bean. Therefore, you'd better be prepared to pay up, Cat." Ami purred in his ear. "Nothing personal, Kitten," she smirked at his involuntary shiver. "It's just business."

"Wha..." Quatre stammered, before Ami silenced him with a sensuous kiss. His hormones going into overdrive, the platinum blond allowed her to lead him to the bedroom.


The next morning...

"Damn..." Quatre let out a rare curse when he awoke to an strange ceiling and an unfamiliar bed. "Last night... I didn't..." he looked at his naked body. "Crap..." he muttered, realizing that his worst fears had come true; he had slept with his first crush. Groggily, he sat up and redressed.

"I see you're up." Ami noted from her spot at the kitchen counter when Quatre exited the bedroom. "Coffee?" she poured out a mug. "You don't have to worry, Q-bean." she chuckled. "I'm not going anywhere; you'd fulfilled your half of the bargain. I'm not one to back down on my promises. Finish your coffee and get your stuff. We're leaving for grandfather's lab in an hour's time." she slid off the kitchen counter and sauntered off.

"That girl's going to be the death of me one of these days." Quatre muttered.


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