A/N: I own everybody an apology for the late that happened with this chapter; for a while ff. net wasn't helping me upload anything, that's why these chapters are late and I'm sorry. I'm still updating with two chapters.

Chapter 10: Pushing the lines

That morning was defiantly dull. Anne thought as she put the last pile of paper she was holding on her desk. She sighed as she sat staring at it. All her mornings have passed like this since Treize was put under house arrest. It's been six months now. They brought a new man to be in his place. And Anne couldn't think she'd hate him or her job more than she did in this very moment.

His name was Colonel Ken Tobrev, a brilliant engineer and, of course, a distinct Romefeller member. Anne didn't remember knowing him before, as his last name was familiar, till she remembered that it was her best friend Laura's husband name; Jonathan Tobrev. Anne hadn't heard from Laura after she ran away that night. She knew that her friend thought her to be dead and she preferred it to stay that way for Laura's own safety than hers. Anyway, Anne and Laura didn't only separate that night just because of what happened, Laura was in the Colonies at the time; she had left Earth that night with her (back then) fiancée. Laura told her that they were to get married there as Jonathan's worked there.

Anne walked to the only window of her office (there was no point of staring at the paper at her desk, wasn't there?), and looked out as she remembered the last news she heard of her friend. It was a couple of years back when she decided to find out what happened to her and where she was living. She did a quick search and found that Laura still lived in the Colonies when the war started and she continued to live there even as her husband was killed in one of the attacks.

Anne didn't quit know when Jonathan Tobrev was killed, all she knew is that his shuttle exploded a few months after the Colonies got in the middle of the war. She didn't find any more news of her friend after that.

At any rate, the similarties between the two Tobrev men ended at their last names as far as Anne knew. The man was impossible! She knew she had said that about Duke Dermal before but, boy, this one took the cake. He was rude, loud and unbelievably obnoxious. The only good trait about that man was his gift in engineering that even her, who couldn't stand the sight of him, found herself admiring it.

Tobrev was sent to take over Treize's place 'temporarily' a week after Treize was exiled. Anne was kept in her position, though she hated the idea of obeying the crazy orders of that foolish man, she knew she had to stay and so the past six months passed on her more like six years.

She hadn't heard from Treize after they took him. She hadn't even allowed herself to think about what happened between them just before he was taken; it was so much to think about and she frankly didn't think it would come out with anything good. She knew she was simply procrastinating the inevitable; she knew she had to do this sooner or later, but she certainly preferred later. The only relief she now had is that Treize was safe and that was all what she cared about.

Anne was just back by her disk when the door to her office was opened, a soldier told her that Colonel Tobrev requested her in his office.

She sighed as she dismissed the soldier and prepared herself mentally to try and not yell at the man when she sees his face. She walked out grabbing her check board on the way.

His office wasn't that far from hers; in fact, he had taken over Treize's and Anne had to hate the changes that man made to the office. The first thought that came to her mind as she stepped into it after the 'minor improvements' he wanted to make, that that man was defiantly trying to turn the place into an aristocratic manor. He had brought chandeliers; Mahogany tables; liquor cabinets, you name it. Treize wasn't particularly keen on not to show luxury but he defiantly didn't enjoy that amount of splendor… If it had stopped at 'luxury' Anne could have managed to deal with it, but that man was crazy; when confronted with a problem, his solution was inevitably to apply more and more brute force, which Anne knew without a doubt wasn't a trait that should be in a leader, at all. Besides, Tobrev had a tendency towards ranting when he was mad (and he was mad a lot), which was frankly starting to step on her nerves.

Anne found herself beside Tobrev office door sooner than she hoped. She wondered what kind of crazy order he had in mind for her this time, not that his orders were impossible to follow, but they were mostly paperwork and stuff that Anne could easily pass to one of her assistants. She had suspected Tobrev was doing it on purpose; as in to exile her from any vital decisions done in the Organization, but if he really didn't want her; why not just transfer her somewhere away? It didn't make since…

Anne shook her head to clear it and made herself knock on the door; she heard Tobrev's awful voice asking her to enter and she breathed as turned the doorknob.

In a minute, Anne was by Tobrev's desk trying not to look at him directly as she saluted him. He saluted her back and then was silent. Now that was absolutely not what Anne had in mind. Tobrev was never calm; what was going on? Unless, it was one of his tricks as usual. She sighed mentally as she waited for this mental torture to end.

Anne cleared her voice at a last attempt to make the man look at her. She knew she was risking some ranting now but, God, can't he just spit out what he wants from her so she can go hide somewhere?

"Ah, you're here?" Tobrev said as he raised his head from his desk as if just noticing her. Anne really wanted to punch the man in the face.

"Yes sir," she answered indifferently.

Tobrev didn't say anything, he returned his head to the paper he was holding and looked like he was signing it. He finally raised his head again and looked at her. He netted his hands under his chin and his unpleasant mouth drew a line in what Anne assumed must be a smile. Anne didn't smile back, if anything, she wanted to strangle the man and leave, but he didn't loose his smile anyway and after a couple of minutes of grinning awkwardly at her, he stood up and circled his disk.

Anne didn't attempt to move as he stepped forward. She felt she had to as he only left a few inches between them but still didn't, merely out of fear. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't afraid of what he might do if she didn't move, she was only afraid of what she might do to him if he stepped any closer.

"Sir?" Anne said as he only kept staring at her, her tune was a bit indifferent but to anyone who really knew her, they could easily notice the glint of fire that crossed her eyes.

"Now, Lady Une, don't you know how to address your commander?" His voice was horribly sweet and Anne wanted to throw up.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Colonel." Anne answered.

Tobrev looked down for a second then smiled, "sorry." He chuckled disgustedly, "I'd appreciate it if you'd let Miss Mary Craft come in once she arrives." He finally declared.

Anne resisted with effort slapping him as she lowered her eyes in agreement. She knew if she talked, she'd end up screaming so she saluted him and went out without even asking permission.

Anne walked into the copying room trying not to kick the machine out of anger. She didn't want to go back to her office just in case she decided to scream out of anger; her office being a couple of foots away from Tobrev's. The copying room was the furthest in the floor, however, which made it a safe place to her to jam her anger not having to fear Tobrev following her there.

She muttered a few curses under her breath as she opened the window to let some fresh air in. Tobrev was going to drive her mad! He was! And the only thing that frustrated her was that she couldn't even do any damn thing about it! God, if only she could do something! She had not felt this angry in a very long time; usually there was someone around for her anger to blow up in their faces, but right now, all she could see was red and no one around. She even felt angry of Treize himself for putting her in this situation in the first place and he wasn't even here! How dare he leave her here to deal with this mad mess he created on her own?!

It took her a few minutes to start breathing normally after she stood there just staring at the wall. She tried to think that in a couple of hours she might be able to go home (as long as that lunatic didn't come up with another crazy order or idea of his to drive her crazy).

Breathe, Anne. You're gonna be out of here in an hour and fifty minutes. Come on, you can do this…

Anne kept repeating those words to herself till she actually managed to think normally. She finally decided to go back to her office. She needed that break but her work still needed to be finished even if it was just paperwork. And that was what she was doing when she turned and felt human flesh colliding with hers. She was almost on the floor weather for her managing to keep herself straight. The colliding body, however, and stacks of papers were sent fluttering to the floor.

Once Anne got hold of herself, she didn't spare the person on the floor her look of doom. She knew it wasn't probably his fault but that didn't cancel the fact that she's just found someone to jam her anger on.

"Ma'am! I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…I—" the man started stuttering right away, picking himself and his papers from the ground.

Anne was about to say something, but then the papers in the young soldiers' arms suddenly caught her eye. He was still stacking them in his arms when she noticed the flowcharts posted on them.

That's impossible… was the first sentence that crossed her mind as she looked at them for God only knows how long.

The soldier was standing in front of her now holding the papers after he managed to put them back together and that's when Anne stopped him from placing them on the copying machine.

"What are these papers?" She asked.

The soldier seemed confused for a second looking from his papers to Anne's glued eyes on them. "Umm… Colonel Tobrev gave them to me to copy them, ma'am, and to deliver them back to his office—"

It took Anne a second to change her expression to that of previous knowledge. "Of course, the Colonel has just asked me to bring them to his office from here. Give them to me and I'll copy them myself."

The soldier looked as if he was debating himself on what to do, but then quickly handed the papers to Anne noticing the fire in her eyes, Anne presumed.

It was exactly two seconds later that the soldier was out of the room. Anne waited for a second to check that he wasn't coming back and then threw the papers on the table next to her. For the next fifteen minutes, and as the copying machine was doing its job, Anne studied each paper closely.

God, maybe Tobrev is truly crazy and she was just underestimating him… was her last thought as she picked the two copies she had made and took one to a soldier to deliver it to Tobrev's office.

A/N: Poor Une :P I really enjoyed writing her here because I got to write about the original GW Une that I love 3

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