The Perfect Fan part 5
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Part 5
The Perfect Fan
by Sinbad
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"Oh!!" Relena yelped.
"It's ok Relena," Jasmine said trying to comfort her. "Catherine's an expert knife thrower."
Relena blushed as Jasmine took hold of her hand. "I know Heero. Nevertheless I still get uneasy watching Trowa just stand there tied up."
Daa da da daaaa. Daa da da daaaa (from Beethoven's 5th symphony)
Relena picked up her cell. "Damn it. I can't go an hour without them hassling me. Y'know Heero sometimes I wish I could just give up this political business." She listened intently to the other end tossing in affirmatives where needed to feign interest all the while rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry Heero. It looks as though I've got to run once again. Some nonsense they can't handle without me." She gave Heero a quick peck on the check and headed out.
"Well at least it makes my job of talking alone with Trowa a little easier." Jasmine sighed to herself and resumed watching the show.

After the show Jasmine headed backstage to have her talk with Trowa desperately hoping that he had a solution to her predicament. Luckily for her Catherine was meeting with the manager so Trowa was all alone backstage.
"Trowa!" greeted Jasmine.
Trowa nodded with a smile as he turned from locking up the lions. "How are you Heero?"
"Good. I've come for your help, though I'm not entirely sure you can help."
"Let me guess. You're a woman who's switched places with Heero's body." Trowa stated without hesitation.
Jasmine was dumbstruck. "Eh… how'd you get that so quickly?"
"Well aside from the reports I've heard regarding your encounters with Relena from Quatre; your greeting and especially your feminine gait. Your posture is slouched and your head is turned slightly downward. Also your body language and hand gestures are way off kilter… need I go on?" At this Trowa smirked ever so slightly.
"I suppose I should have guessed I couldn't fool you Trowa. Where'd you learn to read people so well?"
"It comes from years of listening and watching to people first instead of running off at the mouth. I've learned that listening and watching especially will tell one more about a person that they could ever tell you directly. Wufei and even Heero himself had a hand in helping me realize that, especially in regards to nonverbal movement. I imagine that's why Duo didn't pick up anything."
Jasmine chuckled. "Yeah I'd have to agree with that. I noticed at the hospital the nurse had trouble getting a word in edgewise with him. Probably also the reason he didn't see the slap from Hilde coming for flirting with the nurse."
"I assume you're here so you can figure out how to get back to your old body?"
"Oooh, the clairvoyant's right on the mark again! That manager of yours should set you up with a tent and magic ball buddy."
"Right." Trowa coughed unamused. "Well the quicker the better in getting Heero back."
"Hey was that a crack?"
"Time is of the essence. We don't know if there is a window of opportunity for this event to occur so we must solve this as soon as we can. Besides I don't think Heero will take kindly to how your handling situations with Relena. By the way nice suit," Trowa said noticing Jasmine's apparel.
"Everyone's a comedian. Sheesh. I take the initiative and dress to impress to help Heero along and all I get are jokes from you pilots. I get no respect." Jasmine tugged at her tie in a mock Rodney Dangerfield.
"Alright. First thing's first. How did this happen?"
"Well first of all my name is Jasmine. I'm from Earth in a parallel dimension or something like that. I'm a high school student and am very fond of the strong silent type." She glanced over at Trowa with a smile.
Trowa raised an eyebrow. "Um, well thank you. Please do get to the point though."
"Well I was coming home to pick up my lunch when the air became distorted and everything went black. Next thing I know I'm in biker shorts with my very own joystick, and I ain't talking 'bout no Gundam controls if ya know what I mean."
Trowa couldn't help but laugh.
Jasmine continued her little tirade. "How do you deal these things anyways? I've tried boxers and briefs, but no matter what this little thing, or in this case big thing keeps jostling around on its own. When I had those boxers on it started to grow and I just had no idea what to do with it. I had to wait in the bathroom for the little perfect soldier to return from mighty mode. Relena was wondering what I was doing in there for ten minutes. I just told her that I had Mexican the night before. One plus at least is the lines are shorter for the bathroom. Oh and the other day…"
"I'm guessing you're a talker, not a listener," interrupted Trowa
"Trowa the magnificent strikes again!" cheered Jasmine.
"Ok, back to business. It seems to me we're gonna need some bigger guns on this. I suggest you enlist Hilde's help in order to track down some info off the Wired.
"Thanks Trowa. One last thing though. Do you mind if I give you a peck and a hug?"
Trowa sat silent for several moments. "Just a hug."
Jasmine giggled. "Ok." With his consent given Jasmine barreled toward the terror struck Trowa. Just then Catherine walked in.
"Ahem." Catherine shouted out to make aware her presence.
"Hey Catherine." Jasmine stammered looking up from the ground where she lay on top of Trowa.
Trowa got up calmly brushing off the dirt. "Thanks for teaching me that counter Heero. I'm sure that will be effective next time I have one on one combat."
Jasmine caught on missing only a beat or two. She replied in deadpan, "No problem. Next time around we should do a little more sparing to hone our techniques."
Catherine looked on hesitantly but nevertheless a smile soon lit up her face. "Next times do it outside boys. You're liable to hurt someone else in here."
"Sure thing Catherine," replied Trowa. "I'll see Heero out then."
At the exit the two exchange well wishes though Jasmine was denied another hug. Jasmine then set out to complete her mission giving Trowa a puppy dog frown as she walked away.
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