Disclaimer: If I owned Gundam Wing, I wouldn't have accepted a job a couple of weeks ago. Please don't sue, I own nothing, but the plot.

A/N: This idea has been on the back burner for quite some time. I kept putting it off to finish up my other three stories, but those there's no worries that I will finish them, I always know how my stories will end long before. Anyway, enjoy this please, review, ideas and suggestions welcome. Oh yes, inform me of any spelling mistakes as I beta my own work.

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Italics are Past events

"If It Makes You Happy"

"Moon, Moon, thou art happier than I, For thou seest her, and I do not; But last night I was happier than thou, For I kissed her, and thou didst look on."

"Hey Quatre," Trowa greeted him, smiling.

"Hey Trowa! I just had to say hello to the others first. It's really great to see you again. It's really been too long," he smiled back, giving his best friend a hug.

Trowa returned the hug then looked at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Just to warn you, Dorothy's here."

"Dorothy? Honestly? She's here? Where?" Quatre asked, silent suddenly at this realization.

Trowa gave a non-committal shrug but Quatre soon spotted her himself. He wondered how she always managed to antagonize him even when she wasn't aware of it.

Every time she threw her head back to toss her long lochs out of her face …her hair cascading down her shoulders, seemingly illuminating her profile in a brilliant, golden outline…

He always felt like he was gazing at her through some magical glass where she just looked more beautiful each time.

He sighed and shook his head, suddenly unsure of what he wanted to do.

"I'm assuming you two would like to catch up, I'll be getting a drink," and with that Trowa strolled off. He smiled to himself, wondering if Quatre really thought he was that dense that he did not see the looks he gave Dorothy or how his entire countenance changed.

Quatre stood there alone for a moment, but he could already see a collection of female employees making their way oh-so-casually towards him, each of their lips painted in bride red lipstick. It each looked as if they'd already had a meal of blood of some other poor, young upper-crust and he was going to be their next victim. He quickly strode toward Dorothy.

"Oh, if it isn't Quatre Raberba Winner, the most privileged blueblood of today's society," Dorothy announced a little loudly, not standing up from her position at a small, side table.

The two pairs of blue eyes never lost contact with one another. Quatre glanced around a little nervous wondering if Dorothy had hinted someone over towards them.

"No need to be so formal Dorothy. You look beautiful by the way," he replied, smiling and reaching out a hand toward her.

She did too, opting to wear a thin, spaghetti strapped, wine red dress. It stopped just below her knees and curved out gently like a bell. The back dipped all the way down to her lower back, just stopping above her rear end. Quatre noticed especially how it clung in all the right places...

"And no need to be so informal . This is a high class affair, is it not?" Dorothy replied back smoothly, eyeing his hand before slowly shaking it and finally standing.

"Dorothy, this is a Valentine's Day Ball, meant to be a purely social and casual affair between peers," Quatre smiled back, and Dorothy continued to grip his hand.

"Then we wouldn't all be dressed up like dolls, now would we Mr. Winner?" she responded, smirking slightly and gripping his hand even tighter.

She felt good about this argument, and it oddly felt even better to be having one with Quatre Raberba Winner, no matter how silly.

"Alright Dorothy, agreed, but it still doesn't mean we can't have fun. No," he put a hand up, "I know what you're going to say; how can anyone have fun in a place like this? But, you have to make your own fun Dorothy. Would you like to dance? And if you happen to say yes, I promise to call you Miss Catalonia the rest of the night."

Dorothy gazed back at him steadily before nodding her head once and finally releasing his hand. "I'd love to."

It felt good to have her in my arms once again; and of course her newly acquired curves did not go unnoticed by my fingers.

I felt the oddest tingle as I touched her, even though I was very careful to keep my hands where they should be.

I decided to be a little more spontaneous, something I'd been lacking to date.

"Dorothy, close your eyes," I asked her, hiding any hint of a smile.

"Mr. Winner," she said emphasizing the "Mr.", "you promised to call me Miss Catalonia and what do you mean 'close my eyes'? Why?" she asked, not quite narrowing her eyes but I could feel the hint of distrust in her voice.

"I'm not going to kiss you Miss Catalonia, if that's what you're afraid of," I grinned as for a moment she looked unsettled. "Can't a fellow be a bit more spontaneous in such a monotone of a life?"

She eyed me once more before she followed my directions.

She still moved beautifully along with the music, as if she'd memorized these steps as a child; a notion more likely than not.

I box-stepped with her accordingly, but soon I slowly turned, spun, and stepped with her out and away towards the large entrance archway, leading to a large balcony to the right and a spiraling staircase to the left. I took the right.

I stopped moving and a small frown furrowed her brow. "What is this Mr. Winner? Why have we stopped moving? I knew the music was becoming quieter...Don't think I can't defend myself without a rapier" she said with a hint of warning in her voice.

I laughed. "Please, be calm Miss Dorothy. I think I of all people would know what you're capable of. By the way, you can open your eyes."

She paused a moment, absorbing my words before she opened her eyes.

"Where—Ah the balcony. Why are we here?" Dorothy asked, raising one eyebrow, her face having fallen back into a calm mask.

"Look. I want to take you out there."

She turned her face to gaze out the complete glass wall encasing the first floor balcony. I looked at her as she looked out towards the half moon and twinkling stars silently, saying nothing.

I ached to run my fingers over her soft skin. Her pale skin glowed in the even paler moonlight, but her soft lips seemed to be illuminated the most…drawing me—

"Alright, let's go," she replied suddenly, opening the doors swiftly and stepping out into the cool night.

I blinked, and followed her out, quickly erasing any of those thoughts out of my head.

I frowned slightly, wondering why Quatre always felt the need to try and show me "the beauty of life."

There was no beauty and it was unusually warm, further signifying the slow death of our planet by global warming.

Death was everywhere and inescapable. There was no beauty to life.

I kept walking until I spotted an appealing, white bench and I quickly sat down.

"My feet hurt a little. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. The last thing I want is for you to be in any pain," he said smiling amiably, as he sat down beside me.

My arms were crossed as well as my legs and though I felt I must have looked defensive, I didn't feel as if it were safe to move.

Though there were a few inches between us, I felt the heat of a thousand suns on my skin…

Why?

His arms were also crossed, his legs crossed at the ankles and extended out in front of him. He looked a lot more relaxed than I probably did, with that ever-present smile on his face. His upturned face and eyes were glued to the moon.

His optimism annoyed me to no end.

"Beautiful, isn't it Dorothy?" he asked me softly.

I stirred slightly, and followed his gaze.

"Why do people always say that? I find the moon cold and indifferent…as well as arrogant."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me expectantly. "Oh? Why?"

"Well…for thousands, millions, trillions of years the moon perches itself up in this night sky. People like us everywhere are always salivating at the mouths over its supposed beauty. Why? It's gray like cold metal at a factory and leeches off the light of the sun."

He blinked, silent for a few moments. I continued to look up at the moon indifferently.

"But it is beautiful Dorothy. The moon is so beautiful because she's so mysterious and cannot be captured by anyone or by anything, not even the great sun. The sun's like the moon's suitor, showering her with gifts like its light to hopefully win her love. But still, she ignores this and continues to sit out alone in this night sky for all of us…She's happiest doing little things like shining for little people like you and me Dorothy. I think she's indifferent because she doesn't care about all this admiration, all these compliments, gifts from even the sun himself; she knows she's so much more than a pretty face and she's waiting…waiting for someone to see that."

During his speech he'd turned his face up to the moon again. The longer he spoke the more his mouth curved into a smile. The twilight made his already bleached blond strands of hair a brighter, paler silver.

He looked like he belonged here; in this garden…in this moonlight...and I felt…I felt oddly like I did too.

We both sat in silence until he finally spoke again.

"Dorothy…you're like our lady moon to me. How is anyone going to ever capture you or your heart?" he said softly, turning to face me, a small, sweet smile upon his face.

"I…I'm tired Quatre. Please take me back inside," I replied quickly. I could feel my face burning. I wasn't ready to bare my soul to him; not after just seeing him again after so long.

"Alright," he replied softly and he took my hand, helping me stand up. I wobbled on my feet and almost ended up on my back.

"Whoa, you alright Miss Dorothy?" he said while catching me quickly in an one arm embrace.

"I think…I think I might have gotten up to quickly. In addition to the drinks I had tonight, I might say I'm a little off balance at the moment."

"Let me help you inside," and at his words he suddenly swooped me up into his arms.

I gasped and looked him in surprise. "Mr. Winner, put me down right now!"

He smiled at me and jogged back towards the entrance. "It's easier this way and look there goes the doors now!"

I frowned slightly, but slipped my arms around his neck. If I was going to be carried like this I might as well get comfortable.

It felt so right to have her in my arms like this...again. She was tense most of the way but suddenly relaxed, settling her arms around my neck and snuggling herself a bit against my chest. I didn't want this to end so quickly.

"I'm a little tired Dorothy from the dancing. I think I'll walk the rest of the way."

"Dorothy? Dorothy? What's wrong? You're shaking—oh," I blushed as I realized she was laughing at me.

Her lavender eyes seemed so much darker in the moonlight. Seeing her laugh was beautiful, her lips, the sudden flush on her cheeks—she looked so impish.

"What game are you attempting to pull Mr. Winner? You can't trick a trickster…" she said huskily, and I could feel her warm breath caress my lips and nose. Her face was so close to mine like this…

Suddenly, each of us was lost in the other's eyes. I stood there motionless as if all the animals had stopped breathing, all of the air around us had stopped moving; the universe holding its breath just for us.

Her beautiful eyes were drifting shut as I leaned in closer to her and allowed the world to start moving again.

There was no response at first then suddenly her fingers slid into my hair and she was pinning my lips against hers, placing more control over the kiss.

She kept teasing her tongue against my lips, each of her kisses open-mouthed and warm, but each time I tried to connect my tongue with hers she pulled back and giggled, tightening her grip in my hair.

She leaned forward finally, whispering something against my lips before she finally pushed my lips gently apart and let me fully indulge in our kiss.

I held her close to me, allowing her to feel all of the tension and frustration she placed in me with the smallest touch. She shuddered at the sudden increase in contact, a soft groan escaping her mouth.

"Quat...tre," she tried to speak, but I quickly silenced her with my lips as I let her body slowly slide out of my arms until she was more vertical.

She took advantage, moving her hands out of my hair to drift down my back and over my…

"Dorothy," I blushed as she smirked slightly, kissing each of my lips.

"Dorothy," Relena said suddenly and both of us turned in her direction in surprise, our arms still around one another.

She was grinning madly. "Dorothy, we're about to have a toast. Be quick, but make sure you're neat," she giggled before she disappeared back towards the ballroom.

She suddenly peeked her head back around the corner one more time.

"So this is what you've been up to," and she left giggling once again with Heero soon appearing behind her.

Dorothy tore her hands from around me as if she feared being burnt.

"Well let's go," her cool and formal demeanor quickly slipping back into her voice, though a lot less chilling than usual.

I smiled inwardly and followed her inside once again. "Let's."

"I'd like to thank everyone for coming first of all. My darling and I are quite privileged to think we will be leading such a group of outstanding people, all working in the name of peace.

I'd like to thank the members for all of their hard work so far, and hope that the new employees joining us will have just a paramount contribution as the rest so far.

I'd especially like to thank Dorothy Catalonia—"

I looked at Relena steadily and a slight blush creeped up her cheeks; she knew I hated this kind of attention. She was not going to be forgiven so quickly.

"Excuse me," I interrupted her perfectly, "but shouldn't we be thanking lovely Miss Peacecraft for our very existence? And we all know she's done even more then take on ESUN. Now that deserves a round of applause."

And soon there was an applause and Relena was blushing even more. Quatre smiled from my side and so was everyone else.

That accomplished, I turned to leave. I'd really had enough for the night.

Quatre gently caught my elbow, and spoke out of the corner of his mouth. "If you really intend on leaving, at least let me escort you to the door."

I sighed. "If you like."

The two of us strolled to the door without speaking.

"Goodnight Dorothy. I really hope to see you again."

I didn't say anything and turned to leave, my hand on the knob. His hand descended upon my shoulder, stopping me for the second time that night.

"Will you let me see you again Dorothy?"

"You always manage to find a way to see me anyway Mr. Winner," I grinned pausing dramatically, "find a way again."

Quatre stared after her retreating back. He decided to run back inside and grab his coat. He'd be damned if he lost her again.

"Wait! Dorothy! First…first call me Quatre. Please?" he asked as he caught up to me.

"Alright, fine," I shrugged.

"Dorothy, tomorrow night, let's have dinner. At my home—as friends," he asked smiling.

I felt as if I were fighting within myself for a moment before I finally smiled.

"Ok."

One night of dinner, turned into every night the following week. We were both lonely people and my post at ESUN was still relatively light with the work.

Every night I laughed. My smile alone seemed to please him and the longer I spent at his house, whenever I did return to my own home, the more remote, empty, and uninviting it seemed.

One night, when I returned yet again to my own mansion, my old doorman there to greet me, and the servants having already prepared everything for sleep, the phone suddenly rang up in my bedroom.

I ran up the stairs and caught it just as the answering machine came on.

"Hello?"

"Dorothy, I know you just got here probably, I just…I just wanted to see if you got home alright."

I could tell through the phone he was blushing and I smiled to myself at the thought.

"I need to get ready for bed Quatre, I'm sorry but I have to go."

"Dorothy, can I call you back in about fifteen minutes? I actually…I actually wanted to do something for you before you went to sleep."

"Sure," I shrugged, and I tried to bite back my smile as I could just sense his own smile through the phone.

As I finally settled myself into the covers, I found my eyes continuously darting to the phone.

"Oh stop being so juvenile Dorothy. You're not waiting for your date's call."

As soon as the phone rang, however, I immediately picked it up. I took a deep breath before speaking, calming myself.

"Hello?"

"Dorothy, that was fast. Are you snuggled under the covers?"

I quickly made sure I was. "Now I am."

"Close your eyes and relax."

"Where have I heard that before…" I said and we both shared a chuckle.

I followed him just as obediently as the first time.

Suddenly the notes of a violin were streaming through the phone; so soft and sweet.

I smiled and let each note caress me and soon it stopped, replaced by his voice.

"Ezay awsseflak ya habibi abl ma ahebak kont ezay, kont wala embarehh fakraaah. Wala andy bokra astanaaah. ..Yallah naeesh fi eeyoon el leil, wa neool lel shamss ta'aly baad sanah...mesh abl sanah."

I couldn't understand the words as he sang in Arabic, but I could tell it was a love song.

"I love you Dorothy Catalonia," he whispered, but I had already fallen asleep.

Quatre proposed to me on a trip to Italy we'd decided to take on both our vacation times. We each had built up an insane amount of time as both of us never called in sick or slept in; even if we were half dying.

All before that time, I hadn't let him kiss me again, although we'd come close to it many, many times.

"Dorothy?"

"Yes?" she answered.

"How do you think kissing began in the world?"

"I'm not sure…I'm thinking it just came naturally. Two people probably tripped and fell into one another and touched lips. And probably because it felt so great they did it a couple more times. I don't know Quatre," she shrugged, laughing at herself.

"That's very possible too," Quatre responded, grinning,"I read once, however, that people felt a kiss could literally unite two people's souls…"

They stopped walking then, stopping against the gate of another artist's gardens.

"But why do I already feel my soul is connected with yours Dorothy?" Quatre said softly, taking Dorothy's hands into his own.

"We did kiss…once," she replied softly, suddenly unable to turn away.

"Then that's what did it," and with that he kissed her again, deep and slow as he took control of the kiss this time.

"Marry me Dorothy…I love you, please say yes," he gasped against her lips, hugging her tightly at his words.

"Yes, Quatre, I will." 'How could I say no?' "It would make me the happiest woman on earth."

Translation of Quatre's song:

Ezay awsseflak ya habibi abl ma ahebak kont ezay: How can I describe to you my love how I was before loving you

kont wala embarehh fakraaah: I could not remember yesterday

Wala andy bokra astanaaah: and I had no tomorrow to wait for

Yallah naeesh fi eeyoon el leil: let's live in the eyes of the night (but meant to mean let's live only at night)

Wa neool lel shamss ta'aly baad sanah: And let's tell the sun to come back in a year

Mesh abl sanah: Not before a year.

I actually wanted to get this chapter out earlier, but I accidentally pressed backspace and lost all the changes I made. School got canceled today and we were let out early yesterfay so all my homework is done and I have a free day today! Thanks for waiting, those who are reading this, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Isn't that Egyptian love song so pretty? Took forever to find it! Yatta! Review please! Merci beaucoup!

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