a shounen ai gundam wing fanfiction
by tan
Warnings: AU, shounen ai, 3x4, 1x2, 5xH, 46, sap, etc. And in case you're curious, eventual 6x13 , and a stalker Dorothy...? More developments pending...
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any characters therein. I do sort of own the alternate universe plot. Sort of...
Summary: Quatre Winner is released from Arcadia Asylum.
italics = thoughts, or dreams, or memories...
Added: 8/12/04
PART 14
"... So I was flirting with that girl over in the mail room, you know, the blonde" ("Which one? There's ten.") "... she's got blue eyes. Anyway! Lemme speak!" (snort) "She was moving around a few envelopes, most with addresses, names of people in the office and stuff. Some just had names on 'em; big manila envelopes, all addressed to 'Relena'."
Quatre paused, his glass part way to his lips, soda fizzing madly. Relena?
Duo finished chewing a mouthful of french fries before continuing. "Well, like I said the envelopes had Relena's name and one other on 'em in black marker. I saw your name on one." He nodded as Heero straightened in his seat and finally looked interested... if a stolid glare was interested... "So I worked the conversation around to what she was doing, and what all the envelopes were for, and she told me that the big ones were going to Relena, chief of personnel. They were all background checks."
Heero was quiet, long enough for Duo to stuff his cheeks with the remains on his plate. Then he snorted and leaned back. Quatre had noted a slight twinge of concern at first, but then Heero seemed to dismiss Duo's tale and the implications it held.
"Aren't you worried she'll find something? Or nothing?" Duo demanded absently. He was scraping Heero's plate onto his own, and slurping noisily from Heero's glass. Heero ignored him-- still upset about Duo's stunt in the car.
"I don't know why Relena would investigate you-- your credentials should've been enough, combined with Iria's recommendation," Quatre offered. "I know Relena likes to be thorough, but you're our security commissioner..."
Duo's pleased laughter echoed in the empty diner. It'd been the only one open in a forty-mile radius around Quatre's estate. Forty miles, with Duo talking the whole way, to eat second-rate, greasy food... but they had the entire place to themselves; even the proprietor-- 'Ma'-- seemed to have vanished.
"I know why she's interested in ole' Heero. He he." Duo leered at Heero's blank face, then turned and whispered loudly to Quatre. "Relena fancies Heero. Ha ha ha! She's been head-over-heels since they first met. Ha ha!" Duo continued laughing, eating, and grinning at Heero; a rather unpleasant combination, Quatre discovered... bits of french-fried potato were flying...
Relena... and Heero... Quatre winced, and decided not to put too much imagination toward that thought. Their personalities, their methods... Heero seems to think the same thing. Did he just shudder??
"What time is it?" Duo demanded suddenly. "Is it too late to get ice cream from that little store we saw on the way here?"
"... Five o'clock in the morning..." Trowa answered, his voice quiet, almost a soft hum after Duo's squawk. "Yes." He added. "It's too late."
Quatre stood up suddenly from his chair, sending it scooting back across the linoleum floor. Duo gaped at him, Heero blinked, and Trowa stood with him, alert for hidden dangers. His eyes were dark and focused on Quatre's horrified face.
"I have to get home--" He choked out. "I have-- a-- a meeting in less than two hours!" Iria will kill me if I miss meeting Dr. O.
"Let's go, then!" Duo trumpeted. He tried to stand up quickly, but his braid had been threaded through the bars on the back of the chair (Heero's face creased into a long, slow smile while Duo wailed and struggled. Revenge, of course). Trowa left money for their bill on the table and followed Quatre out the door, brandishing keys and a peaceful expression.
Not much different from his usual expression, Quatre amended, But it matches what he's feeling this time. I'm glad. He smiled back, trying to suppress the knot forming in his stomach and throat, and the panic...
What if he sends me back?
Notes: That's it for now! Kind of a short, crappy ending to this part, but I'll try to work on it... But be sure to stay tuned! oO;; And thanks for reading!