Accidental Marriage - Part 2
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. I do own the original characters. Do not steal them.
Author's Note: Some thought that Chris and Angie should have gotten together. I don't think so. They have too much of a sibling like relationship for it to ever work. I think this should be entitled "The Morning After" or "What the Hell is this?!" Relena Peacecraft is known as Sidney. That's from the other fic, Regretting Nothing. By the way, I didn't write about what happened between Quatre and Angie. I don't write that kind of stuff. At least not yet. Use your imaginations. I hope the rating is okay. If not give me a heads up.
Quatre was sleeping comfortable. The sunlight was filtering into the hotel room. He felt strange like his head was going to explode from the pressure it was in. He groaned and moved a little bit. He suddenly realized that he wasn't alone in the bed. In fact, his head was on top of a naked pair of breasts. He jolted awake. Quatre's head started to hurt more. He groaned again. Quatre was afraid to look. 'Great. This is just great. I shouldn't have had that one drink. It started this whole thing,' thought Quatre.
Quatre's eyes widened and his head hurt even more when he realized that he was naked, too. He dare not look up. He kept his head down. He looked around the room. His tuxedo was laid out on the floor. There was a black silk dress on the floor. His boxers were on the floor. There was a lacy bra and panties on the floor. Quatre groaned again. He finally sighed and looked up. Quatre looked directly into the face of Dr. Angela Hart. 'OH DAMN!' thought Quatre frantically. He looked around to see if there was any protection that was used. Quatre couldn't find anything. The blankets were tangled around their legs. He didn't want to move around too much. It would wake her up. The last thing he needed was a screaming girl. Quatre felt his hangover get worse by the minute. His eyes spotted something on the table. He reached over to see what it was. Quatre moved off of Angela slowly. He put on his boxers first. Quatre saw the thing on the nightstand.
"Oh, damn," whispered Quatre. He could feel his hangover getting worse. It was a marriage certificate. 'What the Hell is this? I thought this sort of thing only happened in Vegas,' pondered Quatre. Angie started to stir. Quatre took the marriage certificate and put it into the nightstand drawer. He didn't want her to see it too soon. Quatre tried to see if he could remember anything from the night before. Quatre recalled that the first drink was a Bloody Mary. After that, he and Angela went off to the casino to gamble a little bit. Quatre was doing very well at craps. Angela gave him a deep kiss for winning so many times. They decided to have another drink. Angela said that she could win his winnings from him. He said that she could try. Quatre was being playful, so was she. One thing lead to another…now this. He started to rub his forehead. Quatre just wanted to have some fun for once in his life. But, not this. Angela had finally opened her eyes. The sunlight cut into the room. She realized that her breasts were bare, and sat up. She gasped when she saw Quatre.
"What are you doing in here?!" exclaimed Angie. She winced from her hangover.
"Not so loud," answered Quatre, "By the way, this is my hotel room. Not yours."
Angie was breathing deeply. Quatre's back was to her. He didn't want to turn around. She scrambled to get out of the bed. She saw all the clothes on the floor. Quatre was sitting wearing his boxers on the bed. She could see the scratches that she inflicted on his back. She ran for the bathroom dragging the sheet, and slammed the door shut. Quatre finally turned around. He let out a sigh. He looked at the bed. Nope. No wrappers or anything. In fact, he saw some blood. His eyes widened. There came a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" asked Quatre not getting up to answer the door.
"Room Service," answered a man. 'Funny, I didn't order any room service,' thought Quatre. He got up slowly and opened the door.
"This is for you, Mr. Winner," said the man. It was a breakfast for two. Quatre didn't order this.
"Congratulations to you and Mrs. Winner. It's the hotel's compliments," said the man with a smile. He pushed in the cart without entering the room, and left. Quatre pushed the cart over to the table in his hotel room. He heard nothing from the bathroom. Quatre decided it would be a good time for him to check on Angie. He knocked on the bathroom door quietly. The sound of him knocking made his own hangover worse.
Angie was sitting on the toilet with the lid on. She had the blankets wrapped around her. She was rubbing her head. Just her head hurt, but her body, too. She felt sore. Angie heard Quatre's knocking. Her eyes shot up. "Go away," said Angie.
"Are you alright?" asked Quatre gently. This was by far the most embarrassing situation that either of them has ever been in.
"Go away," repeated Angie.
"I can't. Please come out here, Angela," pleaded Quatre in a gentle tone.
"Just leave me alone," said Angie, "I'll be out in a minute."
"Is there a bathrobe in there?" asked Quatre with concern. Angie looked around there wasn't any.
"No."
"I'll call downstairs, and have one sent up."
"That's okay. Don't call. Please."
Quatre understood. He got up and put on a tee shirt. He went and got his own bathrobe. It was a royal blue color. He walked back to the bathroom door. He knocked at the door again.
"I said I'd be out soon."
"I know. I have a bathrobe. It's mine. Put it on."
Angie opened the door slightly, and took the robe before Quatre could see her or talk to her. Angie washed her face. She was crying. She moved slowly in pain, and put on the robe. Quatre stood there next to the bathroom door. He could hear her crying. He didn't like it.
"Come out. Please, Angela," said Quatre. Quatre waited some more. Angie finally came out. Her face was clean. She threw the blankets back on the bed. She was wearing his bathrobe. Quatre decided that now wouldn't be a good time to tell her that she was Mrs. Winner. She was a more than head shorter than him. Angie was about 5'4" Quatre had grown to almost six feet. He could still look her in the eye. Angie avoided his gaze as she looked to pick up her clothes off the floor. Quatre picked up one of her shoes and handed it to her. She refused to look at his face.
"Angie," said Quatre.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Angie. She looked at the table and saw the breakfast. Angie ignored it, and continued trying to collect her things. The dress was torn on the front. She dropped it on the floor.
"What do you have breakfast with your girlfriends regularly?" asked Angie sarcastically.
"No. I don't typically do this sort of thing," answered Quatre defensively. Angie started to shake a little bit. He sighed. "Come. Let's have some breakfast. We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk. I want to get out of here. Look at my dress. I can't even put it back on," Angie said gesturing at the dress on the floor.
"I'll get you a new one," promised Quatre.
"I don't want anything more to do with you, Mr. Winner. I've had more than enough of you," said Angie in a cold voice. She still refused to look at him. Quatre decided that now would be a good time to show her the marriage certificate. There was no reasoning with her. He walked over to the nightstand drawer, and got the slip of paper out.
"It looks like you will have a lot to do with me, Mrs. Winner," said Quatre as he handed her the marriage certificate. She took it from him, and read it. Her amber eyes widened. She turned to look at Quatre.
"WE'RE MARRIED!" exclaimed Angie. Her voice was on the border of hysteria. Quatre looked at her. She looked like she was going to bolt out of the room at any moment. Her face was filled with panic.
"Let's calm down. We'll have breakfast and talk about this," said Quatre rationally. Angie looked at him. 'How could he be so calm right now?' thought Angie.
Angie allowed Quatre to guide her to a chair for her to sit in. He sat across from her, and was pouring some coffee. He gave her one of the breakfasts, a spoon, fork, and a butter knife. Quatre quietly ate his breakfast. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second. Angie just wasn't eating. "You should eat something," suggested Quatre.
"I am not hungry," said Angie.
"If you want to talk about, then start," said Quatre.
"We can't possible be married. That's impossible," said Angie placing her arms in front of her chest. Quatre merely looked at her.
"We have two options. One, we can go along with this. Or two, we can have this thing annulled. No one has to know that any physical intimacy took place. All we have to do is agree to it," said Quatre as he counted off using his fingers.
"But, wouldn't that be lying? Why don't we just get a divorce?" said Angie questioningly.
"Because that would require more paper work and time. I don't want to lie, but I don't want to be married either. Also, with an annulment, it would like the marriage never took place in the first place. Are you okay?" said Quatre. He was looking at her, and she just looked ill. 'Really. I don't think it would be that bad to be married to me,' thought Quatre.
"Who would have to know about this, if we got it annulled?" asked Angie ignoring his last question.
"Just one of my lawyers. You and me. The hotel knows about it. But, that's can be easily taken care of. There's also the person who married us. First, we'll check if he can legally marry people," said Quatre reassuringly.
Angie numbly nodded. She began to eat her breakfast. They spent the rest of the time eating quietly.
* * *
Quatre found out that the man who married them could legally marry people. He contacted one of his lawyers after he found out. Angela finally got to return to her room. She had missed the last of the conference programs. It didn't matter. She and Quatre avoided each other for the time being. Quatre was about to go forward with getting the annulment papers, but he got an emergency call from Lady Une.
"Quatre! Where have you been? The computers are being hacked into," said Lady Une.
"I'll be right back," said Quatre. He would have to take care of his problems later. He quickly packed and got out of the hotel. Quatre also found out that Angela had checked out early in the morning. He knew that she would be going back to Washington, D.C. Quatre decided to contact her later when he got back to London.
* * *
Quatre got there to find Sidney and Chris there. He was surprised. Everyone else was there. Quatre sort of gave Sidney and Chris a strange look when he saw them. Duo greeted him when he came in.
"Quatre! Where were you, man? It was like you disappeared or something," laughed Duo.
"I'm fine. I'm here, aren't I?" answered Quatre, "What's going on?"
"There's a computer hacker with one hell of a virus," said Duo.
Everyone looked at Sidney. She looked back at them in surprise. Sidney had a history of hacking into computers, and making some of the intricate computer viruses. She shook her head. She glared at her brother and husband. Millardo and Heero looked back at her.
"I don't believe it. My husband and my own brother. Do you really think if I did it I would stay long enough to see the damage?" asked Sidney defensively. She had a point. All the times she messed with other computers, she was never there to see the damage first hand. Everyone turned to look at Christopher Ryan. He stumbled back in surprised.
"Come on, now! If I did it, then I'd be bragging about it by now," said Chris. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. The two likely suspects were eliminated. Sid looked at Chris. He nodded.
"Let's help them, Chris," said Sidney with a sigh. Chris and Sidney got to work on the computers. Quatre had other things on his mind. Seeing Relena (Sidney) and Chris just reminded him of Angie. Angie was part of the best friends triangle that the three of them made up. He wondered something. He had known Angie for at least the past three years. But, he really didn't know her. Now, Angie was his wife. He looked around the room. He was now one of the married people in the room. Not that, Quatre wasn't a romantic. Quatre believed in true love, but never found it. He wasn't interested in getting married or attached to anyone without it.
"What wrong with, Quatre?" asked Wufei.
"Nothing," answered Quatre. He got out of the room. He wanted to retreat to his office and call back his lawyer. Quatre got to his office and locked the door behind. He normally didn't do that. But, then again…he wasn't do things he didn't typically do. He was sighing a lot more than usually. But, Quatre couldn't help it.
"Mr. Hughes, how long will it take to have the papers draft so that we can sign them?" asked Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, it's going to take a few weeks. I know that you aren't too happy right now, but I think you are acting a little to hasty," answered Mr. Hughes. Mr. Hughes was one of Quatre's trusted lawyers and advisors. He too was pressuring Quatre into at least getting married.
"It was an accident, Anthony. I am not going through with this. Now, I would like to have this thing done and over with. Especially before the press gets wind of it. The sooner it's over, the sooner things can get back to normal. Angela and I already agreed to get thing over with," said Quatre calmly. He didn't want to use the word "marriage."
"Mr. Winner, you knew that you had to get married eventually. I think you should give it some time. I did a background check on Ms. Hart. She's a physician and a graduate out of Excelsior University. She also has a fine family background. Her father was a businessman, and her mother was journalist…." Said Mr. Hughes.
"I know all that Mr. Hughes. But, we can't have a marriage. It's not going to work. It's best to get it over with. Just have the papers draft. Tell me when they will be completed?" asked Quatre.
"I'll have it drafted in four weeks," lied Mr. Hughes. Anthony Hughes didn't typically lie like most lawyers (AN: Please don't sue me!), but there were times when he made exception. This was one of them. He could have had the annulment papers drafted in a week easy.
"Fine. Don't call me until they have been drafted," answered Quatre as he closed the connection. He had to get back before anyone noticed that he was gone.
* * *
Three Weeks later:
Dr. Angela Hart was in her cancer research lab. She hadn't heard from Quatre for more than three weeks. Her husband…um…Quatre promised he'd call when the papers were draft. For now, Angie was very anxious and cagey. To top it off, she was not feeling very well. She hadn't been for a week.
When Angie was fourteen years old, she had a form of thyroid cancer. Angie felt the same way she did back then. Queasy, loss of appetite, and lethargic. Angie's greatest fear was having cancer again. She was one of the lucky people. After, she survived, she decided to devote her life to curing and treating cancer. Angie took out a syringe to fill with blood. She took a rubber strip and tied it around her left arm. When she found a vein, she poked the needle through, and drew out some blood. She decided to have the blood tested by someone in one of the other labs.
"Sandy, get this down to the bio synopsis lab. Tell them to run all tests on this blood. It's from another patient. But, better safe than sorry," said Angie as she stick a label with a code number on it, and handed it to the nurse.
'I hope it's not anything too serious,' thought Angie as she watched Sandy went to the bio synopsis lab.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Gundam Wing or its characters. I do own the original characters. Do not steal them.
Author's Note: Some thought that Chris and Angie should have gotten together. I don't think so. They have too much of a sibling like relationship for it to ever work. I think this should be entitled "The Morning After" or "What the Hell is this?!" Relena Peacecraft is known as Sidney. That's from the other fic, Regretting Nothing. By the way, I didn't write about what happened between Quatre and Angie. I don't write that kind of stuff. At least not yet. Use your imaginations. I hope the rating is okay. If not give me a heads up.
Quatre was sleeping comfortable. The sunlight was filtering into the hotel room. He felt strange like his head was going to explode from the pressure it was in. He groaned and moved a little bit. He suddenly realized that he wasn't alone in the bed. In fact, his head was on top of a naked pair of breasts. He jolted awake. Quatre's head started to hurt more. He groaned again. Quatre was afraid to look. 'Great. This is just great. I shouldn't have had that one drink. It started this whole thing,' thought Quatre.
Quatre's eyes widened and his head hurt even more when he realized that he was naked, too. He dare not look up. He kept his head down. He looked around the room. His tuxedo was laid out on the floor. There was a black silk dress on the floor. His boxers were on the floor. There was a lacy bra and panties on the floor. Quatre groaned again. He finally sighed and looked up. Quatre looked directly into the face of Dr. Angela Hart. 'OH DAMN!' thought Quatre frantically. He looked around to see if there was any protection that was used. Quatre couldn't find anything. The blankets were tangled around their legs. He didn't want to move around too much. It would wake her up. The last thing he needed was a screaming girl. Quatre felt his hangover get worse by the minute. His eyes spotted something on the table. He reached over to see what it was. Quatre moved off of Angela slowly. He put on his boxers first. Quatre saw the thing on the nightstand.
"Oh, damn," whispered Quatre. He could feel his hangover getting worse. It was a marriage certificate. 'What the Hell is this? I thought this sort of thing only happened in Vegas,' pondered Quatre. Angie started to stir. Quatre took the marriage certificate and put it into the nightstand drawer. He didn't want her to see it too soon. Quatre tried to see if he could remember anything from the night before. Quatre recalled that the first drink was a Bloody Mary. After that, he and Angela went off to the casino to gamble a little bit. Quatre was doing very well at craps. Angela gave him a deep kiss for winning so many times. They decided to have another drink. Angela said that she could win his winnings from him. He said that she could try. Quatre was being playful, so was she. One thing lead to another…now this. He started to rub his forehead. Quatre just wanted to have some fun for once in his life. But, not this. Angela had finally opened her eyes. The sunlight cut into the room. She realized that her breasts were bare, and sat up. She gasped when she saw Quatre.
"What are you doing in here?!" exclaimed Angie. She winced from her hangover.
"Not so loud," answered Quatre, "By the way, this is my hotel room. Not yours."
Angie was breathing deeply. Quatre's back was to her. He didn't want to turn around. She scrambled to get out of the bed. She saw all the clothes on the floor. Quatre was sitting wearing his boxers on the bed. She could see the scratches that she inflicted on his back. She ran for the bathroom dragging the sheet, and slammed the door shut. Quatre finally turned around. He let out a sigh. He looked at the bed. Nope. No wrappers or anything. In fact, he saw some blood. His eyes widened. There came a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" asked Quatre not getting up to answer the door.
"Room Service," answered a man. 'Funny, I didn't order any room service,' thought Quatre. He got up slowly and opened the door.
"This is for you, Mr. Winner," said the man. It was a breakfast for two. Quatre didn't order this.
"Congratulations to you and Mrs. Winner. It's the hotel's compliments," said the man with a smile. He pushed in the cart without entering the room, and left. Quatre pushed the cart over to the table in his hotel room. He heard nothing from the bathroom. Quatre decided it would be a good time for him to check on Angie. He knocked on the bathroom door quietly. The sound of him knocking made his own hangover worse.
Angie was sitting on the toilet with the lid on. She had the blankets wrapped around her. She was rubbing her head. Just her head hurt, but her body, too. She felt sore. Angie heard Quatre's knocking. Her eyes shot up. "Go away," said Angie.
"Are you alright?" asked Quatre gently. This was by far the most embarrassing situation that either of them has ever been in.
"Go away," repeated Angie.
"I can't. Please come out here, Angela," pleaded Quatre in a gentle tone.
"Just leave me alone," said Angie, "I'll be out in a minute."
"Is there a bathrobe in there?" asked Quatre with concern. Angie looked around there wasn't any.
"No."
"I'll call downstairs, and have one sent up."
"That's okay. Don't call. Please."
Quatre understood. He got up and put on a tee shirt. He went and got his own bathrobe. It was a royal blue color. He walked back to the bathroom door. He knocked at the door again.
"I said I'd be out soon."
"I know. I have a bathrobe. It's mine. Put it on."
Angie opened the door slightly, and took the robe before Quatre could see her or talk to her. Angie washed her face. She was crying. She moved slowly in pain, and put on the robe. Quatre stood there next to the bathroom door. He could hear her crying. He didn't like it.
"Come out. Please, Angela," said Quatre. Quatre waited some more. Angie finally came out. Her face was clean. She threw the blankets back on the bed. She was wearing his bathrobe. Quatre decided that now wouldn't be a good time to tell her that she was Mrs. Winner. She was a more than head shorter than him. Angie was about 5'4" Quatre had grown to almost six feet. He could still look her in the eye. Angie avoided his gaze as she looked to pick up her clothes off the floor. Quatre picked up one of her shoes and handed it to her. She refused to look at his face.
"Angie," said Quatre.
"I don't want to talk about it," said Angie. She looked at the table and saw the breakfast. Angie ignored it, and continued trying to collect her things. The dress was torn on the front. She dropped it on the floor.
"What do you have breakfast with your girlfriends regularly?" asked Angie sarcastically.
"No. I don't typically do this sort of thing," answered Quatre defensively. Angie started to shake a little bit. He sighed. "Come. Let's have some breakfast. We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk. I want to get out of here. Look at my dress. I can't even put it back on," Angie said gesturing at the dress on the floor.
"I'll get you a new one," promised Quatre.
"I don't want anything more to do with you, Mr. Winner. I've had more than enough of you," said Angie in a cold voice. She still refused to look at him. Quatre decided that now would be a good time to show her the marriage certificate. There was no reasoning with her. He walked over to the nightstand drawer, and got the slip of paper out.
"It looks like you will have a lot to do with me, Mrs. Winner," said Quatre as he handed her the marriage certificate. She took it from him, and read it. Her amber eyes widened. She turned to look at Quatre.
"WE'RE MARRIED!" exclaimed Angie. Her voice was on the border of hysteria. Quatre looked at her. She looked like she was going to bolt out of the room at any moment. Her face was filled with panic.
"Let's calm down. We'll have breakfast and talk about this," said Quatre rationally. Angie looked at him. 'How could he be so calm right now?' thought Angie.
Angie allowed Quatre to guide her to a chair for her to sit in. He sat across from her, and was pouring some coffee. He gave her one of the breakfasts, a spoon, fork, and a butter knife. Quatre quietly ate his breakfast. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second. Angie just wasn't eating. "You should eat something," suggested Quatre.
"I am not hungry," said Angie.
"If you want to talk about, then start," said Quatre.
"We can't possible be married. That's impossible," said Angie placing her arms in front of her chest. Quatre merely looked at her.
"We have two options. One, we can go along with this. Or two, we can have this thing annulled. No one has to know that any physical intimacy took place. All we have to do is agree to it," said Quatre as he counted off using his fingers.
"But, wouldn't that be lying? Why don't we just get a divorce?" said Angie questioningly.
"Because that would require more paper work and time. I don't want to lie, but I don't want to be married either. Also, with an annulment, it would like the marriage never took place in the first place. Are you okay?" said Quatre. He was looking at her, and she just looked ill. 'Really. I don't think it would be that bad to be married to me,' thought Quatre.
"Who would have to know about this, if we got it annulled?" asked Angie ignoring his last question.
"Just one of my lawyers. You and me. The hotel knows about it. But, that's can be easily taken care of. There's also the person who married us. First, we'll check if he can legally marry people," said Quatre reassuringly.
Angie numbly nodded. She began to eat her breakfast. They spent the rest of the time eating quietly.
* * *
Quatre found out that the man who married them could legally marry people. He contacted one of his lawyers after he found out. Angela finally got to return to her room. She had missed the last of the conference programs. It didn't matter. She and Quatre avoided each other for the time being. Quatre was about to go forward with getting the annulment papers, but he got an emergency call from Lady Une.
"Quatre! Where have you been? The computers are being hacked into," said Lady Une.
"I'll be right back," said Quatre. He would have to take care of his problems later. He quickly packed and got out of the hotel. Quatre also found out that Angela had checked out early in the morning. He knew that she would be going back to Washington, D.C. Quatre decided to contact her later when he got back to London.
* * *
Quatre got there to find Sidney and Chris there. He was surprised. Everyone else was there. Quatre sort of gave Sidney and Chris a strange look when he saw them. Duo greeted him when he came in.
"Quatre! Where were you, man? It was like you disappeared or something," laughed Duo.
"I'm fine. I'm here, aren't I?" answered Quatre, "What's going on?"
"There's a computer hacker with one hell of a virus," said Duo.
Everyone looked at Sidney. She looked back at them in surprise. Sidney had a history of hacking into computers, and making some of the intricate computer viruses. She shook her head. She glared at her brother and husband. Millardo and Heero looked back at her.
"I don't believe it. My husband and my own brother. Do you really think if I did it I would stay long enough to see the damage?" asked Sidney defensively. She had a point. All the times she messed with other computers, she was never there to see the damage first hand. Everyone turned to look at Christopher Ryan. He stumbled back in surprised.
"Come on, now! If I did it, then I'd be bragging about it by now," said Chris. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. The two likely suspects were eliminated. Sid looked at Chris. He nodded.
"Let's help them, Chris," said Sidney with a sigh. Chris and Sidney got to work on the computers. Quatre had other things on his mind. Seeing Relena (Sidney) and Chris just reminded him of Angie. Angie was part of the best friends triangle that the three of them made up. He wondered something. He had known Angie for at least the past three years. But, he really didn't know her. Now, Angie was his wife. He looked around the room. He was now one of the married people in the room. Not that, Quatre wasn't a romantic. Quatre believed in true love, but never found it. He wasn't interested in getting married or attached to anyone without it.
"What wrong with, Quatre?" asked Wufei.
"Nothing," answered Quatre. He got out of the room. He wanted to retreat to his office and call back his lawyer. Quatre got to his office and locked the door behind. He normally didn't do that. But, then again…he wasn't do things he didn't typically do. He was sighing a lot more than usually. But, Quatre couldn't help it.
"Mr. Hughes, how long will it take to have the papers draft so that we can sign them?" asked Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, it's going to take a few weeks. I know that you aren't too happy right now, but I think you are acting a little to hasty," answered Mr. Hughes. Mr. Hughes was one of Quatre's trusted lawyers and advisors. He too was pressuring Quatre into at least getting married.
"It was an accident, Anthony. I am not going through with this. Now, I would like to have this thing done and over with. Especially before the press gets wind of it. The sooner it's over, the sooner things can get back to normal. Angela and I already agreed to get thing over with," said Quatre calmly. He didn't want to use the word "marriage."
"Mr. Winner, you knew that you had to get married eventually. I think you should give it some time. I did a background check on Ms. Hart. She's a physician and a graduate out of Excelsior University. She also has a fine family background. Her father was a businessman, and her mother was journalist…." Said Mr. Hughes.
"I know all that Mr. Hughes. But, we can't have a marriage. It's not going to work. It's best to get it over with. Just have the papers draft. Tell me when they will be completed?" asked Quatre.
"I'll have it drafted in four weeks," lied Mr. Hughes. Anthony Hughes didn't typically lie like most lawyers (AN: Please don't sue me!), but there were times when he made exception. This was one of them. He could have had the annulment papers drafted in a week easy.
"Fine. Don't call me until they have been drafted," answered Quatre as he closed the connection. He had to get back before anyone noticed that he was gone.
* * *
Three Weeks later:
Dr. Angela Hart was in her cancer research lab. She hadn't heard from Quatre for more than three weeks. Her husband…um…Quatre promised he'd call when the papers were draft. For now, Angie was very anxious and cagey. To top it off, she was not feeling very well. She hadn't been for a week.
When Angie was fourteen years old, she had a form of thyroid cancer. Angie felt the same way she did back then. Queasy, loss of appetite, and lethargic. Angie's greatest fear was having cancer again. She was one of the lucky people. After, she survived, she decided to devote her life to curing and treating cancer. Angie took out a syringe to fill with blood. She took a rubber strip and tied it around her left arm. When she found a vein, she poked the needle through, and drew out some blood. She decided to have the blood tested by someone in one of the other labs.
"Sandy, get this down to the bio synopsis lab. Tell them to run all tests on this blood. It's from another patient. But, better safe than sorry," said Angie as she stick a label with a code number on it, and handed it to the nurse.
'I hope it's not anything too serious,' thought Angie as she watched Sandy went to the bio synopsis lab.