Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing are trademarks and property of Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and all them other rich people. Not mine, never will be. It's an AU way AU, OOC, 1XR, fluff. Forgive any mistakes.
And thank you all for the positive feedback to the first and second one.
Never knew how nice it was to get such positive feedback =) Thanks!.
I wasn't thinking of making this a series, I suppose it is now.
Someone asked where Quatre was in this AU.
This is Setting up the scene for them to meet, and trying to actually make it sound believable.
"Here Kitty..kitty.." Trowa called out as he walked along the dark road searching in the bushes.
"Please Kitty.. I know I hit you. Please come out."
Trowa knew he'd hit that cat. It came out of nowhere and darted out into the road in front of his car. He'd felt the impact/slight/but he'd felt it. And when he got out to try and find it, the cat had already dragged itself away. There was a trail of blood leading into the dense bushes. He had already been running late and he knew he couldn't afford to miss this meeting. Perhaps someone else would have kept on driving and ignored the whole incident, but he couldn't/Poor Cat/. Looking around one last time he got in his car. Tomorrow morning, First thing, he'd check out the local vet's to see if anyone took in the cat.
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Heero was trying to keep his eyes on the road. But a certain trouble maker kept jabbing her finger into his side. He finally reached over and caught her hand.
"Would like to come over to my house this Friday?" He released her hand and casually draped his arm over her shoulders.
"I think I can take the night off, What did you have in mind?" She asked snuggling into him.
"My father is going to have a political-slash-business impress all your rich friends and enemies type of dinner."
"Any movie stars attending?"
"Yeah, a few actually and that Perfume ad guy is going to be there."
"Oh, In that case I'm definitely there!" She declared happily.
Heero raised an eyebrow at her.
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Quatre sighed sadly, he stood with his hand on the door as he steeled himself to make *the* speech. He hated having to tell people these things, it was the worst part of his job. He'd known from the minute he laid eyes on the cat that it wasn't going to make it. But she'd begged him to try. The cat's owner had begged him with tears in her eyes and he could almost feel her pain. He checked the paper again, Owner's name: Sally Po
Sally sat leafing the magazine she'd found in the waiting room, not reading it but staring blankly at the pages. The violet eyed model smiled at her from it's cover. She stood up quickly when she saw the door to the operating room open.
"IM sorry Miss Po, Your Mao-Cat didn't make it. The infection had already spread, had she survived she would have lost both legs." He sighed again.
"If I had found her sooner, but I got home from work so late, maybe then there would have been hope. But people are careless drivers and it's always the helpless animals that can't blame anyone who get hurt!" She complained.
"She'd been with me for years..just about eight." She wept softly to herself.
Quatre stood waiting patiently until she stopped crying.
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And thank you all for the positive feedback to the first and second one.
Never knew how nice it was to get such positive feedback =) Thanks!.
I wasn't thinking of making this a series, I suppose it is now.
Someone asked where Quatre was in this AU.
This is Setting up the scene for them to meet, and trying to actually make it sound believable.
"Here Kitty..kitty.." Trowa called out as he walked along the dark road searching in the bushes.
"Please Kitty.. I know I hit you. Please come out."
Trowa knew he'd hit that cat. It came out of nowhere and darted out into the road in front of his car. He'd felt the impact/slight/but he'd felt it. And when he got out to try and find it, the cat had already dragged itself away. There was a trail of blood leading into the dense bushes. He had already been running late and he knew he couldn't afford to miss this meeting. Perhaps someone else would have kept on driving and ignored the whole incident, but he couldn't/Poor Cat/. Looking around one last time he got in his car. Tomorrow morning, First thing, he'd check out the local vet's to see if anyone took in the cat.
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Heero was trying to keep his eyes on the road. But a certain trouble maker kept jabbing her finger into his side. He finally reached over and caught her hand.
"Would like to come over to my house this Friday?" He released her hand and casually draped his arm over her shoulders.
"I think I can take the night off, What did you have in mind?" She asked snuggling into him.
"My father is going to have a political-slash-business impress all your rich friends and enemies type of dinner."
"Any movie stars attending?"
"Yeah, a few actually and that Perfume ad guy is going to be there."
"Oh, In that case I'm definitely there!" She declared happily.
Heero raised an eyebrow at her.
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Quatre sighed sadly, he stood with his hand on the door as he steeled himself to make *the* speech. He hated having to tell people these things, it was the worst part of his job. He'd known from the minute he laid eyes on the cat that it wasn't going to make it. But she'd begged him to try. The cat's owner had begged him with tears in her eyes and he could almost feel her pain. He checked the paper again, Owner's name: Sally Po
Sally sat leafing the magazine she'd found in the waiting room, not reading it but staring blankly at the pages. The violet eyed model smiled at her from it's cover. She stood up quickly when she saw the door to the operating room open.
"IM sorry Miss Po, Your Mao-Cat didn't make it. The infection had already spread, had she survived she would have lost both legs." He sighed again.
"If I had found her sooner, but I got home from work so late, maybe then there would have been hope. But people are careless drivers and it's always the helpless animals that can't blame anyone who get hurt!" She complained.
"She'd been with me for years..just about eight." She wept softly to herself.
Quatre stood waiting patiently until she stopped crying.
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