My Sweet Quatrina
Part 5
Missie, alias Sinead here. French oral exam today. Did crap. I accidently spoke German, and I don't even do German! Apparently, some people have been having problems with Chapter two, saying it's the same as Chapter one. Is everyone having this problem? If so, e-mail me. ellenly@eircom.net
Trowa circled the small meadow near the safehouse, trying desperately to work out his frustration. How could he have missed it? How could he have been so stupid?
" Why am I blaming myself for this? Quatre's the one who's been lying to me! I'm going to straighten this out!"
He suddenly dropped to the ground and pounded his fists on the surface of the meadow, terrified that if he saw Quatre he would get violent. He wasn't usually an aggressive person, but Quatre brought out an intensely passionate nature in him.
Wheeling around, he stalked back to the safehouse.
" I want one of you to give me the phone number of Quatre's sister."
" Which one?"
" The doctor on L4."
" You mean Irea? What does she have to do with this?"
" Quatre said that she's the one who gave her the Novacain. Either she's not much of a doctor or she's seriously twisted."
" I don't have the number, but Trowa probably would."
" I hope he's sorted himself out now. I need to have a serious talk with him. Go call him, would you?"
Wufei went to the door and scanned the area for Trowa, but couldn't see him anywhere.
" He's not there."
" What? Where is he?"
" I don't know, but he's not outside."
Trowa had crept in the back door, silent as the great spy he was, and made his way to Quatre's bedroom. He flung open the door, prepared for a confrontation, but all his angry thoughts and words dissipated when he saw her.
Quatre was asleep, looking more angelic than Trowa had ever thought possible. Her long, silver streaked golden hair created a halo around her face, and spilled off the bed like a waterfall skimming the floor. Her
beautiful face, relaxed in sleep, was perfectly white except for lightly tinted pink lips. There was no doubting her gender now, the baggy blue nightshirt did nothing to conceal her deliciously curved figure. In fact, the sheer fabric traced every contour and line of her exquisite body. She suddenly moaned softly in her sleep, and Trowa moved cautiously to the bed.
Quatre's eyelids, fringed by impossibly long, dark lashes, fluttered open and bewildered turquoise eyes met concerned emerald. For a brief moment, Quatre was back in the forest, with someone much bigger than her hovering over her vulnerable, young body. She quickly scanned the calendar, then the clock, then hesitantly made eye contact again.
" Who are you? Don't hurt me!"
Trowa swallowed, and spoke very softly to her.
" It's me, angel, it's Trowa."
" Trowa."
She relaxed and sank into the pillow, then seemed to notice herself. She looked up in alarm at Trowa, who showed no surprise or shock.
" So Sally told you?"
" Yes. Why did you lie to me, angel? Why did I have to hear it from Sally?"
Trowa could feel the anger boiling up in him again. Quatre's eyes misted over.
" I didn't know how to tell you, Trowa. I-I wanted to, but I've been lying to people about this my whole life. I'm sorry."
She burst into angry, anguished tears. Tears of shame for lying to Trowa, tears of anger at the family who made her this way, tears of sadness for the barely remembered misfortune that haunted her, and tears of grief for the brother she saw dying, over and over and over.....
" I didn't want to lie to anyone! Irea made me! She's the reason I ran away to become a Gundam pilot! Why did she make me lie? Why did she drug me? Why did she confuse me? I'm just so confused, Trowa...."
Trowa reached out and enveloped the tiny blonde figure in his arms.
" We're going to help you, Quatre. And I won't leave you."
" B-but I'm a girl! You're gay!"
" You're the only person I've ever been physically attracted to, Quatre. I'd love you if you were a monkey, as long as you were still Quatre!"
She smiled and laughed shakily, despite her tears.
" T-that's pretty stupid."
" Not really. I like animals."
She sighed and sank into his arms again. Outside, Sally, Wufei, Heero and Duo were listening. Sally and Duo had huge smiles on their faces, and Wufei and Heero were complaining.
" An onna, a damn onna in the team. That's all we need."
" Cheer up, Wuffy! She's a good-looking girl. I wonder..."
" She's taken, Duo. And so are you."
" Maybe we can all get together and..."
" Duo..."
" Could be fun. Sally, you and Wufei can join in....OW! Leggo my braid! I was joking!"
" Hn."
"I should get that number. I really want to talk to this Irea person...."
Irea Winner picked up the phone with one perfectly manicured hand. A woman she had never seen appeared on screen.
" This is Dr. Irea Winner speaking. How may I help you?"
" Dr. Winner? I'm Dr. Sally Po."
Irea stifled a derisive snort. This woman looked nothing like a doctor. Unlike Irea, immaculately dressed in a smart three-piece suit, this woman was wearing combat fatigues and a small scowl.
" I want to talk to you about your sister."
" Which one? I have a great many sisters."
" The one who calls herself your brother."
Irea's blood ran cold. She forced herself to answer light-heartedly.
" Is this a joke? Indira likes to play pranks on me, but I'm a busy woman..."
" Have you been forcing Quatre to take these?"
The woman held up a small box. Irea recognized them.
" Did she stop taking them? Put her on the line."
" What kind of doctor are you? Surely you know the risks involved when..."
" Put Quatre on the phone."
" She's recovering from a uterine breach. There are some other things that need explaining..."
" Well, hurry up. I'm a busy woman."
" Why was Quatre not given proper medical care after she was raped? And what happened to her brother?"
Irea slammed down the phone. Shaking, she reached for a framed picture of a young boy, being cuddled by a girl of about sixteen.
" You were supposed to keep it a secret, you little bitch! You should have died, not Quatre."
She hugged the photograph to her chest and sighed.
" He was wasted on you..."
Part 5
Missie, alias Sinead here. French oral exam today. Did crap. I accidently spoke German, and I don't even do German! Apparently, some people have been having problems with Chapter two, saying it's the same as Chapter one. Is everyone having this problem? If so, e-mail me. ellenly@eircom.net
Trowa circled the small meadow near the safehouse, trying desperately to work out his frustration. How could he have missed it? How could he have been so stupid?
" Why am I blaming myself for this? Quatre's the one who's been lying to me! I'm going to straighten this out!"
He suddenly dropped to the ground and pounded his fists on the surface of the meadow, terrified that if he saw Quatre he would get violent. He wasn't usually an aggressive person, but Quatre brought out an intensely passionate nature in him.
Wheeling around, he stalked back to the safehouse.
" I want one of you to give me the phone number of Quatre's sister."
" Which one?"
" The doctor on L4."
" You mean Irea? What does she have to do with this?"
" Quatre said that she's the one who gave her the Novacain. Either she's not much of a doctor or she's seriously twisted."
" I don't have the number, but Trowa probably would."
" I hope he's sorted himself out now. I need to have a serious talk with him. Go call him, would you?"
Wufei went to the door and scanned the area for Trowa, but couldn't see him anywhere.
" He's not there."
" What? Where is he?"
" I don't know, but he's not outside."
Trowa had crept in the back door, silent as the great spy he was, and made his way to Quatre's bedroom. He flung open the door, prepared for a confrontation, but all his angry thoughts and words dissipated when he saw her.
Quatre was asleep, looking more angelic than Trowa had ever thought possible. Her long, silver streaked golden hair created a halo around her face, and spilled off the bed like a waterfall skimming the floor. Her
beautiful face, relaxed in sleep, was perfectly white except for lightly tinted pink lips. There was no doubting her gender now, the baggy blue nightshirt did nothing to conceal her deliciously curved figure. In fact, the sheer fabric traced every contour and line of her exquisite body. She suddenly moaned softly in her sleep, and Trowa moved cautiously to the bed.
Quatre's eyelids, fringed by impossibly long, dark lashes, fluttered open and bewildered turquoise eyes met concerned emerald. For a brief moment, Quatre was back in the forest, with someone much bigger than her hovering over her vulnerable, young body. She quickly scanned the calendar, then the clock, then hesitantly made eye contact again.
" Who are you? Don't hurt me!"
Trowa swallowed, and spoke very softly to her.
" It's me, angel, it's Trowa."
" Trowa."
She relaxed and sank into the pillow, then seemed to notice herself. She looked up in alarm at Trowa, who showed no surprise or shock.
" So Sally told you?"
" Yes. Why did you lie to me, angel? Why did I have to hear it from Sally?"
Trowa could feel the anger boiling up in him again. Quatre's eyes misted over.
" I didn't know how to tell you, Trowa. I-I wanted to, but I've been lying to people about this my whole life. I'm sorry."
She burst into angry, anguished tears. Tears of shame for lying to Trowa, tears of anger at the family who made her this way, tears of sadness for the barely remembered misfortune that haunted her, and tears of grief for the brother she saw dying, over and over and over.....
" I didn't want to lie to anyone! Irea made me! She's the reason I ran away to become a Gundam pilot! Why did she make me lie? Why did she drug me? Why did she confuse me? I'm just so confused, Trowa...."
Trowa reached out and enveloped the tiny blonde figure in his arms.
" We're going to help you, Quatre. And I won't leave you."
" B-but I'm a girl! You're gay!"
" You're the only person I've ever been physically attracted to, Quatre. I'd love you if you were a monkey, as long as you were still Quatre!"
She smiled and laughed shakily, despite her tears.
" T-that's pretty stupid."
" Not really. I like animals."
She sighed and sank into his arms again. Outside, Sally, Wufei, Heero and Duo were listening. Sally and Duo had huge smiles on their faces, and Wufei and Heero were complaining.
" An onna, a damn onna in the team. That's all we need."
" Cheer up, Wuffy! She's a good-looking girl. I wonder..."
" She's taken, Duo. And so are you."
" Maybe we can all get together and..."
" Duo..."
" Could be fun. Sally, you and Wufei can join in....OW! Leggo my braid! I was joking!"
" Hn."
"I should get that number. I really want to talk to this Irea person...."
Irea Winner picked up the phone with one perfectly manicured hand. A woman she had never seen appeared on screen.
" This is Dr. Irea Winner speaking. How may I help you?"
" Dr. Winner? I'm Dr. Sally Po."
Irea stifled a derisive snort. This woman looked nothing like a doctor. Unlike Irea, immaculately dressed in a smart three-piece suit, this woman was wearing combat fatigues and a small scowl.
" I want to talk to you about your sister."
" Which one? I have a great many sisters."
" The one who calls herself your brother."
Irea's blood ran cold. She forced herself to answer light-heartedly.
" Is this a joke? Indira likes to play pranks on me, but I'm a busy woman..."
" Have you been forcing Quatre to take these?"
The woman held up a small box. Irea recognized them.
" Did she stop taking them? Put her on the line."
" What kind of doctor are you? Surely you know the risks involved when..."
" Put Quatre on the phone."
" She's recovering from a uterine breach. There are some other things that need explaining..."
" Well, hurry up. I'm a busy woman."
" Why was Quatre not given proper medical care after she was raped? And what happened to her brother?"
Irea slammed down the phone. Shaking, she reached for a framed picture of a young boy, being cuddled by a girl of about sixteen.
" You were supposed to keep it a secret, you little bitch! You should have died, not Quatre."
She hugged the photograph to her chest and sighed.
" He was wasted on you..."