OK…Due to popular demand (one person) I'm writing a third of my gundam ficcys…I got a good idea for the first chapter…But no idea for the rest! Need help bad! Ideas welcome! Think Tamera and Quatre!
CH.1 Uh-Oh be afraid I wrote drama.
Prologue or however you spell the damn word: Things were going great for everyone. Sally got a raise and promotion in the hospital, Wufei decided to join the army so he could be away from the torturous women that were around him each day (Honey & Tamera), Trowa and Catharine were getting Paid Double to go Perform in the City's Circus and didn't have to move around the country anymore, Relena and Heero went and got hitched and had their own house now, Duo Had a well paid job while Honey stayed home with their two year old daughter Kay'C (secretly taking her to see Catherine and Trowa perform at the circus everyday when Duo was at work.. Heh heh heh), and Quatre and Tamera went back to school, graduated and were living at Quatre's Mansion that his fortune paid for. Tamera of course had a job. She always felt like a heal if she just lived there and mooched of Quatre's family. Quatre had a job that took up a lot of his time too. He had some kind of job with computers.
Now it was December 18th and Tamera was at home alone. Quatre at work like he usually was during the week. Tamera missed him all the time when he was at work. He barely had time to see her anymore. Thank god he had a Month long vacation coming up. Tamera went into her room after the clock reached 10 and he still wasn't home. "He probably get held up at the office again…" she starred out her balcony. She put on a dark red robe and stood out there for a while starring at the drive way. At 10:30 she was still there and beginning to worry. She figured she should just go to bed but she couldn't get herself away from the Balcony's edge. She knew he would dive up there soon. He just had too.11:00 she was getting a little angry now. Snow began to fall. The cold was nipping at her nose. She heard the phone ring and quickly ran in to pick it up.
"hello?" She said with a bit of rush and worry hoping it was Quatre.
"Hi Tamera.."
"Quatre where are you? What happened?" she asked.
"I'm fine don't worry about anything."
"Where are you?" She asked again.
"I'm at a bar having a drink with some friends." Tamera got a little mad.
"Why didn't you call me? You would have flipped out if I went out and didn't tell you where I was."
"Well yeah…I guess it slipped my mind. I'll be home soon."
"How long?"
"Another half hour and I should be home."
"Ok…Don't get to drunk now." She said with a giggle.
"I wont. I love you."
"Ok I love you too."
"Bye"
"Bye"
Quatre Hung up the phone and took his spot back at the bar next to a man named Danny. One of his friends. The rest of the guys with him were Danny's friends and were a little on the cooky drunken side at the moment. Danny had to leave for a little while and told Quatre he'd be back in a little while. He got up and walked out the door. After a couple minuets One of the other guys slid Quatre a beer. "Here Quatre have some." He said.
"No thanks… I've had enough." He said putting his hand up.
"You had a Cherry soda." Another man pointed out. Quatre wasn't usually the one to drink much. "Come on Winner be a man! Chug it!" said another guy next to him. "No thank you." He said back. "Wuss!" said the guy back making chicken noises. Quatre could feel the whole room starring at him as a slight color fell on his face. The guy next to him still making the noises. ~…Oh…I'll show them! ~ Quatre grabbed the beer and chugged it down. One reason Quatre never would drink much…He got drunk easily! His vision began to swirl around as Quatre drank bottle after bottle hearing the words 'Chug, chug, chug!' He eventually tapped into his subcontiousness and stopped after he felt a pain in his stomach.
Quatre jumped up from his seat and ran into the men's restroom to hurl. When he came back he didn't feel to well and found himself staggering around. Danny walked back in the bar to find Quatre passed out on the floor. "oh shit….either his sister will kill me or his girlfriend…" Danny went over and help the slightly 26 year old boy to his feet. Quatre was extremely drunk. Danny dragged Quatre to the car as he regained some contiguousness. "let me out right here.." said Quatre when they were just down the street from his house. "Quatre I'm not all the way to your house yet.
"I said let me off here!" he was shouting.
"Ok,ok!" Danny didn't dare mess with a drunk man. Even if that man was Quatre. It was snowing outside so Danny made Quatre take his Brown trench coat. Quatre got out of the car as it drove off and walked wearily and sloppily up the street to his mansion. It was getting colder and harder to walk. Quatre felt like he wasn't going to be able to walk much further.
He came the gates of his home. He starred at the tall house. To exhausted and drunk he fell and sank his back into the snow. His back against the gate as he blacked out. The cold bit at his skin.
Tamera paced back and fourth. "Where is he?" She thought to herself. It was past midnight. She looked again at the clock. She paced around some more. This gut feeling she had that something was wrong was getting to her. There was something wrong. But what was it? She could feel it in her like a shock wave. Something was going to hurt him or her. She knew it. Tamera decided she had better get some fresh air. She walked over to the Balcony. It was very cold out as the snow fell. It relaxed her a little bit as she remembered times when her father and mother would take her and her brother and sister to the mountains for a day. She calmed down and looked out across the front yard.
She noticed something by the gates, "What the hell is that?" She said aloud to herself as she quickly proceeded to walk down the oak wood stairs and out the door. She rubbed her shoulders as she stepped into the snow practically killing her feet from over exposure to the cold.
She squinted her eyes to see what was lying at the gate. She walked closed brushing back her dark red hair. She saw a head. Then blonde hair. "Oh my god Quatre!" She ran over to the gates and pulled them open as best she could. She pulled him through the gates and put her hand on his face. His forehead was burning up but the rest of him was almost frozen. She pulled him in the House and over by the fireplace. She quickly lit the fire and had him lay there to warm up. She ran to the Phone. It was dead. She ran out side but the roads were blocked off by snow! The servants had gone home to their families for Christmas and she couldn't just leave him alone in a house. She ran back in quickly grabbing a thermometer, blankets, pillows, medicine, and what ever else she could get her hands on that might help. She put it all into his room then pulled his body up the stairs. He was barely contious. "Boy your not as light as you look." She said as she pulled him up the stairs. "Your one to talk."
"Are you calling me fat ya drunk?"
Quatre nodded.
"That'd better be the alcohol talking bub."
The finally reached the top of the stairs and she dragged him into his room. Tamera pulled his coat and shoes off him and dragged him in to bed. Quatre isn't as light as he looks. She put extra covers over his body and pressed an Ice cold Cloth to his face. She put the thermometer in his mouth. When she took it out his fever was 102! "Oh Quatre…" She kept putting the cold cloth on his face to bring it down. Tamera shook him gently to wake him up. "Quatre…. Quatre!" she whispered as he slowly opened his eyes. The smile formed on her face as she felt his forehead again. "What happened?" he asked with a tired voice and eyes.
"That's my question. Quatre I found you passed out in the snow." She brushed her fingers through his hair. As he breathed she could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was way to sick for her to start nagging so she just asked him, "What's the last thing you remember?" Quatre obviously wasn't drunk anymore. "giving into peer pressure." He said shamefully looking away from her. Tamera put the thermometer in his mouth again. His temperature came down to 100. "hmm…still high…" Tamera grabbed some aspirin that would hopefully brake Quatre's fever. She helped him sit up and put the aspirin in his hand along with a glass of water. Quatre quickly threw the two pills down his throat and took a drink of the water. "Yeach…" he exclaimed. "oh don't be such a baby." She said as she pulled his shirt off him and made him lay back down. She put the wet cloth back in water and dabbed his face and forehead with it again.
Quatre started to fall back asleep. She kissed his forehead and let him sleep. Every few hours Tamera would feel Quatre's back to be sure he was still breathing. After an hour his fever broke and disappeared. Now all he had was a bit of a cough. Tamera looked at her clock. It was five in the morning. Soon she herself fell asleep in the chair next to Quatre's bed.
Birds started to chirp. It was seven. She had only slept two hours as she woke up. She felt Quatre's back again. "good he's still breathing." Then she felt his forehead. It was hot again. "On no.." She put the thermometer back in his mouth. After a few minutes she heard a beep. She took it out of his mouth, "104! Yikes!" Tamera ran into the bathroom and got a cool bath going. She dashed back. "Quatre! Quatre!" She shook him awake but he could barely move. "Damn it." She dragged him out of his bed on a sheet and pulled him into the bathroom. She didn't even bother with his clothing and just quickly plunged his body into the water washing it over his face to wake him more. "Come on Quatre wake up!" He started to wake up and his fever started to go down. Quatre could barely move. He was so sick. He starred into Tamera's eyes. Tired and weak. She held his hand worried sick about him. With a fever like that he could very well die. She felt his forehead again and his fever had gone down. Tamera didn't know what to do. She knew he was going to get worse before he got better. There was no way to contact anyone. They were alone in that large mansion. The only thing she could do was give him medicine and prey.
A hour passed of silence. Tamera Holding Quatre's hand while he lay in the cold bath. "Tamera…" His voice barely broke the silence. "What?" she asked. "I'm sorry for making you worry so much." He cringed as he sat up. His chest hurt.
"You don't worry about a thing Quatre. Just get better." Tamera helped Quatre out of the bathtub. He coughed violently as she walked him back to his room. She laid him down in The Satan sheets. He coughed even more as he laid back. Tamera felt like she was going to cry and he could see it in her eyes. She had her hand on his cheek. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her pulse. She looked at his eyes. "please don't cry Tamera. Your smile can give me joy. And joy can heal me." She gave him what he asked for. A smile. He took her hand and put it over his heart.
"Do you hurt there?" She asked with worry. He nodded, "Yeah.." She smiled and put her other hand on his cheek. "Your going to be o.k right?" He nodded again. "yes…I promise that." She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead.
Was that chapter ok? I think I'm better at Drama than I am Comedy O.o
Quatre: Why did you have me get drunk?
Because I have a sick twisted demented mind.
Quatre: ah..I see….weirdo squirt.
DUN CALL ME SQUIRT!
Wufei: ::Pops head in the room:: SQUIRT!
OMAE O KOROUSO!
Wufei: EPP! ::Runs Like Hell::
GET BACK HERE YOU YELLOW BELLY TWIT!!! ::Runs after Him::
Quatre:….::blink blink::….uh..R&R?