*Inside the Gundam mansion*
"What is she doing here, and how is she involved with Dorothy?"
That was the question all the pilots were asking themselves, waiting for Pamela to regain consciousness. Pamela had fainted dead away, and had been carried into the house to be taken care of, while most of the pilots stayed outside to clean up the remains of Dorothy.
What I want to know is how she remains so beautiful, even in sleep, Quatre thought.
Suddenly, Pamela began to stir.
"She's awake!" Quatre cried.
"Wh…Where…am I?" Pamela asked, voiced still muddled by sleep.
"In our house," Heero answered.
"Wh-What?!"
"You're…in…our…house," Heero explained, as if to a dimwit.
"Oh."
"What were you doing here?" Duo demanded.
"I was with Dorothy," Pamela said. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Duo asked, puzzled.
"No, I don't, as a matter of fact. Wait, maybe I do. Did she…did she…was she…was she the one who stabbed herself?"
"Yes," said Quatre sadly. "That was Dorothy."
"Now enough of this sad shit, who are you and what are you doing here?" Duo finally said, exasperated with all the thoughts he figured were nonsense.
"My…my name's Pamela, and I'm a light-mage. I didn't know Dorothy took her mission that seriously, I didn't know she was willing to kill herself in order not to get caught."
She's a mage? Quatre thought. As if there wasn't already enough about her that wasn't special.
Pamela continued. "I know being a light-mage means I can only do good, but she looked so angry, and I felt a fate worse than death would fall upon me were I to refuse her request for help."
"She ASKED you for help?" Duo was astonished.
"Yes…was she not supposed to? Is there something about her that I don't know?"
"Honey, there's a hell of a lot you don't know about Dorothy. You're just lucky she didn't kill you after you helped her past the gates."
"How did you know that?"
"I looked over the security cameras – very carefully, mind you, and I could see glimpses of both of you."
"Wow. Next time I'll be more careful when I use magic to convert the cameras."
"You used MAGIC?!"
"Of course, how else did you think you barely got any glimpses of me? As good as I am sneaking through places, I'm not that good."
"Oh."
"So how'd you find Dorothy, or vise-versa?" Trowa asked, his first few words since Dorothy's death.
"I was in my igloo—"
"You were in an igloo?" Duo wondrously asked.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I was. Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted," *Duo coughs,* "I heard a cry coming from outside. I go out to investigate, and I come upon Dorothy. I take her home to look after her, and when she finally recuperates, which, let me say, was scary, she jumped straight out of her bed and started cursing about how much trouble she had gone through to get to my home. She tells me that she wants my help in breaking into your mansion. And we did, up to some extent. You know the rest."
"Oh," all the pilots chorused.
"Yes, oh, and look where I ended up? Here, which, I'll let you know, is not where I want to be."
"Well, too bad, Pamela, cause here you're going to stay," Quatre said, even surprising himself as he spoke it.
"No! I don't want to stay here!"
"I'm sorry, but Quatre's right," Heero said. "We can't let you go because we risk having you come back for revenge."
"NO!"
"So, then I guess that's settled. Pamela will stay here, even if it means it's against her will," Duo said with a snicker.
"You just stop that right now! I have enough trouble on my hands without having you interfere!"
"Oh, yeah? And what might that trouble be, may I ask?"
"Why don't you just SHUT THE HELL UP!?" With those words, Pamela gathered her strength and hurled a shining ball of light straight for Duo's chest.
The ball struck its target, namely Duo, and he went flying backwards to slam against the wall opposite Pamela.
But that was the last of Pamela's strength, so, again, she just dropped onto the floor.
"What is she doing here, and how is she involved with Dorothy?"
That was the question all the pilots were asking themselves, waiting for Pamela to regain consciousness. Pamela had fainted dead away, and had been carried into the house to be taken care of, while most of the pilots stayed outside to clean up the remains of Dorothy.
What I want to know is how she remains so beautiful, even in sleep, Quatre thought.
Suddenly, Pamela began to stir.
"She's awake!" Quatre cried.
"Wh…Where…am I?" Pamela asked, voiced still muddled by sleep.
"In our house," Heero answered.
"Wh-What?!"
"You're…in…our…house," Heero explained, as if to a dimwit.
"Oh."
"What were you doing here?" Duo demanded.
"I was with Dorothy," Pamela said. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" Duo asked, puzzled.
"No, I don't, as a matter of fact. Wait, maybe I do. Did she…did she…was she…was she the one who stabbed herself?"
"Yes," said Quatre sadly. "That was Dorothy."
"Now enough of this sad shit, who are you and what are you doing here?" Duo finally said, exasperated with all the thoughts he figured were nonsense.
"My…my name's Pamela, and I'm a light-mage. I didn't know Dorothy took her mission that seriously, I didn't know she was willing to kill herself in order not to get caught."
She's a mage? Quatre thought. As if there wasn't already enough about her that wasn't special.
Pamela continued. "I know being a light-mage means I can only do good, but she looked so angry, and I felt a fate worse than death would fall upon me were I to refuse her request for help."
"She ASKED you for help?" Duo was astonished.
"Yes…was she not supposed to? Is there something about her that I don't know?"
"Honey, there's a hell of a lot you don't know about Dorothy. You're just lucky she didn't kill you after you helped her past the gates."
"How did you know that?"
"I looked over the security cameras – very carefully, mind you, and I could see glimpses of both of you."
"Wow. Next time I'll be more careful when I use magic to convert the cameras."
"You used MAGIC?!"
"Of course, how else did you think you barely got any glimpses of me? As good as I am sneaking through places, I'm not that good."
"Oh."
"So how'd you find Dorothy, or vise-versa?" Trowa asked, his first few words since Dorothy's death.
"I was in my igloo—"
"You were in an igloo?" Duo wondrously asked.
"As a matter of fact, yes, I was. Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted," *Duo coughs,* "I heard a cry coming from outside. I go out to investigate, and I come upon Dorothy. I take her home to look after her, and when she finally recuperates, which, let me say, was scary, she jumped straight out of her bed and started cursing about how much trouble she had gone through to get to my home. She tells me that she wants my help in breaking into your mansion. And we did, up to some extent. You know the rest."
"Oh," all the pilots chorused.
"Yes, oh, and look where I ended up? Here, which, I'll let you know, is not where I want to be."
"Well, too bad, Pamela, cause here you're going to stay," Quatre said, even surprising himself as he spoke it.
"No! I don't want to stay here!"
"I'm sorry, but Quatre's right," Heero said. "We can't let you go because we risk having you come back for revenge."
"NO!"
"So, then I guess that's settled. Pamela will stay here, even if it means it's against her will," Duo said with a snicker.
"You just stop that right now! I have enough trouble on my hands without having you interfere!"
"Oh, yeah? And what might that trouble be, may I ask?"
"Why don't you just SHUT THE HELL UP!?" With those words, Pamela gathered her strength and hurled a shining ball of light straight for Duo's chest.
The ball struck its target, namely Duo, and he went flying backwards to slam against the wall opposite Pamela.
But that was the last of Pamela's strength, so, again, she just dropped onto the floor.