Important authors note:

Hi everybody! It's time for an update on everything. Tomorrow, I am going to Miami for a working vacation. I have a research paper to do, a house my dad is selling to clean, and lots and lots of friends to party with. Yeeeessssssssssss! I am glad that you enjoy my fan fiction, and have decided to continue this story past Q and D finally getting together. I am also having a really nice beta reader review what I've written so far and correct grammar and mistakes! Yay again! Anyway, the point of this message is to inform you that this chapter is just a little vignette in the story to keep you satisfied while I'm in Miami toiling away in the spring time heat. Enjoy ok? And please. REVIEW. You're doing a great job of it so far!

Lots o love,

LR007

The Watch: Pt. 1

They had stopped at the shops in the Bahamas, the airport in Miami, and again at the shops in Milan international airport. He thought rule number two was a joke! He still had no idea why he owed her a watch. Though he was curious as to why, he took it as a chance to get Dorothy a gift without having to sneak around to find out what she wanted. Every single one of her birthdays had been a hassle to get her something tastefully original. Walking around the shop the fifth jewelry shop they've been to in a week, he glanced through the glass at pieces similar to what he's seen everywhere else. No, this would not be the store she would pick her watch from…he was sure of it.

"Let's go Quatre, it's not here either." With an internal sigh, he wonder if they were ever going to find what she was looking for. As they walked out the store, the shop keeper gave them a very feeble goodbye and come again. Quatre cringed, remembering what had taken place just a few minutes ago.

"Hello, welcome to Mirro's Jewelry." The store attendant was all smiles. However, he doubted that these two young people had enough money to buy anything here if they put their wallets together.

"Hello, we're just going to have a quick look around if you don't mind." He nodded in Dorothy's direction acknowledging her statement. The look in his eyes- that I know you're 'just looking' because you can't afford anything else look- go on her nerves. Quatre was on the other side of the store looking at rings and bracelets. If she did it correctly, she could get away with giving this man what was coming to him without the lecture she was bound to get from Quatre. Looking down and appraising the jewelry in her mind, she walked over to what was bound to be one of the most expensive pieces on display and asked him to take it out of the glass case.

It was a gorgeously ornate platinum necklace. It's length was perfect and would fit nicely around her neck any day. In the middle of the necklace was a fleur de lie sprinkled with diamonds, and crested with a blue sapphire on the middle petal. The piece was easily 10 grand.

"This is a darling. Sir, how much is this necklace?" As she put it up to her neck and glanced in the mirror, she saw that the attendants smile was grim.

"Fourteen thousand euros, madam." With a fake look of surprise, he made the gentleman smile indulgently. When she put the necklace down, he started to return it to it's case. Placing her hand on his, she bought his eyes up to hers and gave him a lovely smile.

"Why are you putting it away?"

"Well I assumed that-"

"That I didn't want it? I thought that asking you to take it out of the case would have hinted at my interest in it." She tapped his hand and then removed hers to make a show of taking out her wallet.

"Would you like to see our payment plans ma'am? I have a brochure-" She pouted and began to opened her wallet. Leaving it on the counter, she made sure he could see her Black mastercard (A/N: For those of you who don't know, the "black card" has no limit, and is way more exclusive than platinum. Another little note is that you cannot apply for a black card, it must be offered to you. Hahahaha. Yes. ).

"No, I don't think I asked to see a payment plan. Again, you're assuming things you have no right to assume." At this point, she felt Quatre's arm wrap around her waist. Crud. Right when she was going to give it Mr.Smug. Well, no point in stopping now. She would take the lecture later.

"Is there a problem, Dorothy?"

"No dear, just looking at a trinket I thought would look nice in my jewelry box." The salesman flinched at the word trinket. Quatre tightened his hold on her, knowing that the tone of voice she was using insured him of the trouble the attendant was in.

"I think it looks very nice. Do you want it instead of the watch?" When Quatre pulled the same card Dorothy had on the counter out of his wallet, the store attendant nearly fainted. Two black cards in one day! Two!

"No, but you've put me back on track towards what I was looking for in the first place." Turning to the attendants now ashen face, she requested that he put the necklace back in the case after all, and that she would ask for his help if and when she needed it. Walking out of Quatre's arm, her heels clicked away from him and further into the store. Giving the employee a sheepish smile, he walked her and wondered what he did to deserve her quiet wrath.

They walked out onto the street into chilly Milano air. Deciding that they needed abreak, Quatre steered her into a café that looked promising. After ordering a small pot of coffee and two croissants, they settled at a table for lunch.

"This is a cute café." Dorothy was avoiding the stern face Quatre was trying to give her.

"What did he do?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Trying to look imposing, he sighed and frowned.

"I'm not going to ask you again…"

"Good. Then we can enjoy our coffee." Okay, fine. He'd ask again.

"Dorothy, just tell me." Pouting at him, she started to sweeten her coffee.

"Why am I always the villain? I was teaching him a lesson."

"Mhm."

"He assumed that we couldn't afford anything."

"And what was the problem with assuming two nineteen year old college students can't afford expensive first class jewelry?" She looked at what they were wearing. Both of them were wearing faded college sweaters with hoods and she was in jeans. Okay, so maybe the store attendant had a point. They didn't look like millionaires…

"That's stereotyping." Sighing. He took Dorothy's hands in his and kissed them.

"You just don't want to admit you were wrong."

"Quatre, just drink your coffee." Laughing, he poured his first cup. Even if they were just shopping for jewelry, there was never a boring day between them.

A/N:Didn't that make you tingly on the inside? Now return the tingle and review, my lovelies. Review liked you've never viewed before! Hope to give you more soon,

LR007