Disclaimer: Same old "GW's not mine" thing.
A/N: They may seem a bit OOC, but come on, it's not like their character was developed fully.
It was two days later and after having spent much "quality" time under her satin sheets, Relena sadly watched Duo leave on a standard security check mission. But not before she gave in to her inner child and cried and whined and pretty much latched onto him. Since Heero quit Preventors (they had finally convinced him to go have a life), Duo became the head of her security team. Sometimes she wished he would quit as well, to work a normal job with normal hours…but then again, it wasn't as if she herself worked normal hours. Oh, no, people seemed to think it was quite alright to call her 11 o'clock at night to discuss some trivial contract between colonies. Being a workaholic despite her complaints, she could never bring herself to ignore these calls unless Duo convinced her otherwise. Hormones are just a little more influential than 60 year old men who have nothing better to do. She let herself mope for half a day, then called up Hilde for a girls'-afternoon-out.
They sat in the outside patio area of a local café, a pretty quaint place that made the best tea in town. The owner was high school friends with her mother and therefore always gave her an extra almond biscotti, her favorite.
"So how's the junk yard business going?"
Hilde wrinkled her forehead. "Re-le-naaa, how many times do I have to tell you it's not a 'junk yard'? We buy used parts, recycle them, and sell 'em again. I'd hardly call that junk!"
"Right, but it's fun to watch you get all worked up like that! But how is business? And how's your new 'boy toy'?" she smirked.
"Dan is not my boy toy, we're legitimately dating. As for my company, things are a little complicated right now; Colony Three's government signed a contract with us for a year, but apparently Colony Five's got a bit of a problem with that. Rumor has it that some of Five's citizens aren't too happy with their government, and there may be some underground movement forming. So the big important people running the colony are trying to hoard resources, just in case. Isn't that where you said Duo's heading?"
"Yes…but they said it was a standard check, so everything should be fine…" Relena trailed off, suddenly bothered by a little nagging voice in the back of her mind.
Hilde caught the underlying worry in Relena's tone and tried to reassure her, "I'm sure there won't be a problem. After all, who can beat the team that protects the friggin' entire galaxy? But on a random note, why don't the colonies have like, actual names?"
Relena kneaded the right side of her head, where she seemed to always form headaches as soon as she thought about any government related issues. "Because our galaxy is run by dull people who need to remember that not every leader is as ancient as they are. Let's not talk about this today and go abuse the power of a credit card. My fiancé apparently thinks I dress like an old maid."
Hilde just bit her lip and sat there quietly.
"What?"
"Weeeell, Lena dear….you are only 23, why do you insist on shopping where your 50-some year old female coworkers do? You know Dior's been dying to design you some new suits, and Eva showed me a stunning sample sketch of this emerald green skirt ensemble." (A/N: as in, the Christian Dior line)
"Let's see, because I don't believe in spending a couple thousand dollars on a suit that will probably be ruined the next time a tipsy politician's son attempts to court me but spills his martini on me? I really wish my brother would just the media know I'm engaged already so I wouldn't have to suffer through that, and Duo wouldn't have to restrain that strange urge to throttle someone's neck."
"Alright, I see your point. I'll take you to some of my favorite stores. You'll be willing to part ways with your money in some not-as-expensive stores as Arden B. or Rampage, yes?"
"Gee, Hilde, I wouldn't take you for a girl who likes to shop," she joked.
"You shush. It's not practical to wear skirts like you when you do what I do."
Relena groaned as she soaked her aching feet in a porcelain tub of sudsy hot water that smelled faintly of jasmine. It was big enough to fit two, sorely reminding her how quiet the house was without Duo around. Occasionally the sound of Little D, their Pomeranian, yapping broke up the silence that would drive the sanest person crazy, but it wasn't enough.
'Maybe one day….' she mused, with a silly grin on her face.
A ringing sound from her laptop signaled new mail. She hurriedly jumped out of her tub, stamped her feet a couple times on the bath mat to half-heartedly dry them, and scampered for her bed—where the ringing was calling her.
Sweetie,
We've just arrived at the local Preventor's apartment unit and I'm beat. They've only given us one meal today; you need to have a talk with Une about this abuse. p
But how've you been? Missing me as much as I miss you? I wish I could hold you next to me tonight as I sleep.
Jon's calling me for pizza now (oh yea, I miss your cooking as well, even the times you burn our food. Don't kill me when I get back) so I'm gonna end this here.
Love you.
'Even when I burn our food, eh?' Relena stared unamused at the laptop.The poor thing was probably starving though. She'd answer his email later; as for now, she had to drag her feet back to the bathroom and get ready for bed. Darn peace treaty conference tomorrow morning.
A/N: Sorry, it's just a filler chapter. I'm not sure where to take this. Any ideas? I don't really want to resort to a "new faction wanting to cause trouble, oh no!" storyline. That's all you ever read about, and sometimes it's not very well written or thought out. I'm not saying I could do any better, which is why I don't want to try.