Now you can say that I am totally crazy but I went to the local coffee shop where Quatre sometimes went on the weekends as his 'break times' away from work. Some break…. Of course I wanted into their lives, I needed some way that I could incorporate my real life, the real me, into theirs. They were my comrades in war, they were the only friends I really had and I just can't see my life without them in it. At least…That's what I told myself…
It had been 658 days, five hours and 52 minutes since I had been in actual contact with them…but who's counting? The first person I ended up talking to….err…ran into more like it, was Quatre. Now I am not saying I am a stalker…but let's face it, I am kind of a stalker. This would be easier if we used that internet web page facebook, but since that was banned by the government back in the 50th century, stalking is a bit harder now days and becoming friends with someone is another. So back to my story, I am running like a mad woman to get to the coffee shop in order to catch him. Just a look, just to make sure he is okay and safe. He always orders the same kind of coffee by the way. Right as I was jerking the door opened, he was walking out. Before I could stop, we collided and his toffee crunch coffee, upside down, with soy milk and extra caramel went all over the both of us, and of course I landed on top of him in a heap of tangled limbs. Laying on top of him I let out a small moan, his cologne reminded me of one of the last times I had spent with him.
*****Flash back******
"Duo! We need to retreat!" I heard him over my inner com.
"Sure thing Q-man, I just need to set this last bomb" I said in frustration.
"I am getting pounded out here Duo, I don't know how much longer I can hold off these mobile dolls"
"Geez, Q, I thought you might like a good pounding once in a while"
I heard more irritation in his voice "Duo just set the bomb and get out now! I don't want anything to happen to you!"
"All set, I'll be out in five minutes, clear the area. 02, over and out!"
As I was running out, I took down about twenty to thirty OZ officers, I had got shot in the leg awhile back, FYI, I was always getting shot, something was always slowing me down. As I was leaving I saw that Quatre must have left already to the safe house. I retreated to the woods; the bomb went off right as I got outside of the building. The force of the bomb sent me practically flying through the air. For that brief second I thought I was supergirl, or superman, ya'know, whatever. I hit the ground with enough force that I thought I knocked out some teeth. I fought back a groan as I hastily got to my feet. Gunshot wound in the leg, broken arm, and I am pretty sure there are some scratches from the pebbles and rocks that flew from the building as well as burn marks. Quatre is going to be pissed. As I got over the fence line, which is pretty amazing in itself, let me tell you. I couldn't help myself so I glanced back. I saw bodies on fire, soldiers shooting wildly at the victims, some even putting others out. All of that, of this, for just some hopeful new information on a new mobile doll program. I shook my head. "How long am I going to be doing this shit?" I pretty much limped and whined to my gundam at that point.
When I got to the safe house it was only Quatre and I. He went to me as soon as I entered the door and helped me sit down. I was running a fever and honestly a bit delusional, I didn't fall out of my chair as Quatre liked to replay the story his way; I simply placed myself on the cold tile in order to make myself feel better. "I need some antibiotics, I believe my damn leg is infected Q and I didn't get out as soon as I had hoped" He brought me out the first aid kit and gave me some pills. I started ripping my pants where the hole was. I heard a gasp from him and gave a low chuckle "It's not that bad, I've had worse" Trying to ease his mother hen ways. I swear I heard him clucking. He shook his head in disappointment. He picked me up, which I was pretty shocked at, who knew he was so strong. He laid me in bed and cleaned my leg and other wounds. Once he was done he laid beside me in the bed. "Thanks buddy" I mumbled.
He didn't say anything for a long moment and I wondered if he had fallen asleep, I mean we did just go through a lot of stress to receive the data we got. Then, he spoke. "What do you think will happen to peace Duo if you can no longer fight?" He placed a comforting hand on my cheek. I didn't expect that, sure rag on me for taking so long on the damn bombs, or getting out on time, or setting the right amount of time, I can keep going… But where was he going with this? "Umm, I'm sure they can find someone else, I'm not the only street rat around" rolling my eyes. At least they still worked.
He shook his head determinedly, "You might not believe the doctors choose you for a special reason, but they did." Taking in what he had just said, I was pretty sure Quatre had just said my life was worth something. After tonight, killing all those soldiers who were just told what to do by some really big fat man behind a desk really pained me, I don't know if Quatre could feel my loss when I looked back at those men, but I recall him saying he could feel people's feelings from a distance. I now really despise fat men with gold necklaces…ah, there are those damn old movies running away with my imagination again. I smiled and moved closer to him seeking more of those warm feelings I never received growing up. "Thanks". Before I had drifted off to sleep that night, I remember the way he smelled, the way he felt, mostly the way I felt at that precise moment in time, and the way the kiss felt. That's right ladies and gentlemen, a rich kid kissing a no good, L2 trash like me! We didn't speak of the kiss, and it was short lived, nothing hot and steamy, but it was nice, it was comforting. Sadly, it never happened again. I never wanted to forget that night when he told me I was worth something. I had hoped that we made it out of the war alive, just so he could touch more people's lives, the way he touched mine. To give them that warm feeling.
***END FLASH***
I moaned as I pushed up with my arms. I stared at him a few moments laying beneath me..Unsure of really what to say, so of course the first words out of my mouth was something incredibly stupid. "Did you catch the name of that truck that hit us?" I smiled. I didn't realize how provocative our position was until I could feel something very hard press against my inner thigh. I was practically straddling him.
At that moment a blush fell on his cheeks, I became wide eyed with realization and leaped off of him. "I'm so SO sorry!" I kept repeating. He sat there a minute, I guess trying to become less embarrassed of his situation and shook his head "No, I am sorry miss! I wasn't watching where I was going" He stood after saying that and reached for my hand to help me up. I grabbed it and smiled "Looks like we need to shower together now since we were able to get each other all sticky" I winked. As soon as I did that, which would have been my NORMAL reaction as Duo, as a girl, I just came off as…. kind of a slut.
I laughed to cover up the awkward joke as he blushed again and I hit him on the back to lighten the mood "Just joking!" I gave him a famous lop sided grin and he, as I knew he would, insisted we go out for dinner. Ohh Q-man, you are way too nice. I said yes, hey, I haven't had a nice meal in ages now! Would you have turned him down? Don't lie. "Oh by the way, My name is Quatre Rebabra Winner, and I guess I can't keep calling you miss…?" I nodded when he said his name and replied "Danielle" I didn't want to tell him my last name in the off chance he might put two and two together, but for some reason, I felt as if he was thinking about something else while talking to me. Hopefully his space heart didn't pick up on my feelings. I guess I am just too paranoid. Before he walked away He gave me his card and said "Tonight at 8, the Du'aluc, and again I'm sorry miss. Also "- he gave a short pause. "- I did not catch the name of that truck." I gave a small laugh and told him thanks.
