Twins : Part II : The Meeting
Disclaimer: I own none of Gundam Wing. I do however own Mari and Mark.
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Trowa slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Quatre. He pulled on a pair of pants, and glided out of the bedroom silently. Trowa slipped down the hall and towards the kitchen. He heard a few shuffling sounds from the servants quarters but that was typical. When he arrived in the kitchen he flicked on the light in astonishment. Two children sat on top of the counters in ragged clothes and dirt, munching on food from the cabinets and refrigerator.
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Quatre woke up quietly, he reached towards Trowa's side of the bed looking for him. The blond boy sat up abruptly when he found the ex-circus clown gone. He looked around the room, trying to discover where his boy-friend had gone. He noticed three figures on the computers hit sensor screen. Two were about half the size of the third, but glowing even brighter. Trowa had caught a pair of pint-sized intruders. He'd better go have a look at the munchkins before they ended up dead.
He got out of bed quietly, and grabbed his hastily discarded slacks from earlier. Hurriedly he put them on, before rushing down to the kitchen to see what the hell was going on. His surprised matched or out did that of Trowa's when he saw the twins sitting on the counter.
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Mari moved in front of Mark, she had always been the braver of the two, and he the smarter. She had to give him time to figure out what to do with the to large people blocking the exit. She hesitated, before continuing to eat her piece of bread in her hand.
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Trowa set his gun on the counter well with in reach of Quatre before approaching the children. He looked them over before talking to them. The one in front, was most likely female, her long matted blond hair was full of filth, her skin, her eyes were a bright blue, they were looking at him as if he were the intruder, not her. Her skin, might have been pale, had it not been for the dirt and grime covering it.
The boy behind her was slightly cleaner, but only barely. His hair appeared to have been hacked off with a knife of some sort. It was still matted tangled and completely dirty. His eyes were a bright brown. His skin was the same as his friend's, pale, but dirty.
"It's ok, kids," Trowa murmured soothingly, using the same voice as he did when he was in bed with Quatre. "We won't hurt you," he took a step closer to the children. "We want to help you. We'll get you clean, and warm, and safe," he used the same words that his sister had used on him, when he had first gotten back from the war.
The girl's lip trembled. She knew those words. Clean, safe, warm, fed, and a million others. They went with words like "Daddy," she muttered out loud, not entirely on accident.
Trowa smiled, "Yes, we'll find your daddy. You'll be safe and fed and warm with us till then. Ok?" He paused about five feet from the children. "Do you want to stay here and get fed and clean, and sleep?"
The boy nodded, and shot out from behind his sister. He launched himself at Trowa. Quatre moved up to stand behind his lover. "Well?" he said softly to Trowa. "Shall we get them clean and fed?" The girl moved over and threw her arms around Quatre's neck and the four set off for the bathroom.
The children sat quietly as the adults scrubbed at them, they didn't get scared or angry, unless you tried to separate them from each other's view. At least, clean and dressed again they walked back to the kitchen, and fixed some dinner for the children, and cleaned the mess they had already made.
After dinner, the children fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, Trowa picked them up and carried them to the guest room nearest theirs, but when he tried to put the children down, they wouldn't let go of him.
Quatre smiled, "I guess we're spending the night here," he settled down on the bed next to Trowa, and whispered before he fell asleep, "I hope we can keep them."
Trowa looked at Quatre startled, then he smiled. I hope we can too, he thought, and I think I know how to do it. He thought about all the favors he was going to have to call in to help them keep the children.
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Well? It was Sunday, and I was bored, so I went a head and picked out the one that was ahead in the polls. ::Shrugs:: oh well, I like it.
Please R&R
~Mel
Disclaimer: I own none of Gundam Wing. I do however own Mari and Mark.
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Trowa slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Quatre. He pulled on a pair of pants, and glided out of the bedroom silently. Trowa slipped down the hall and towards the kitchen. He heard a few shuffling sounds from the servants quarters but that was typical. When he arrived in the kitchen he flicked on the light in astonishment. Two children sat on top of the counters in ragged clothes and dirt, munching on food from the cabinets and refrigerator.
===============================================================
Quatre woke up quietly, he reached towards Trowa's side of the bed looking for him. The blond boy sat up abruptly when he found the ex-circus clown gone. He looked around the room, trying to discover where his boy-friend had gone. He noticed three figures on the computers hit sensor screen. Two were about half the size of the third, but glowing even brighter. Trowa had caught a pair of pint-sized intruders. He'd better go have a look at the munchkins before they ended up dead.
He got out of bed quietly, and grabbed his hastily discarded slacks from earlier. Hurriedly he put them on, before rushing down to the kitchen to see what the hell was going on. His surprised matched or out did that of Trowa's when he saw the twins sitting on the counter.
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Mari moved in front of Mark, she had always been the braver of the two, and he the smarter. She had to give him time to figure out what to do with the to large people blocking the exit. She hesitated, before continuing to eat her piece of bread in her hand.
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Trowa set his gun on the counter well with in reach of Quatre before approaching the children. He looked them over before talking to them. The one in front, was most likely female, her long matted blond hair was full of filth, her skin, her eyes were a bright blue, they were looking at him as if he were the intruder, not her. Her skin, might have been pale, had it not been for the dirt and grime covering it.
The boy behind her was slightly cleaner, but only barely. His hair appeared to have been hacked off with a knife of some sort. It was still matted tangled and completely dirty. His eyes were a bright brown. His skin was the same as his friend's, pale, but dirty.
"It's ok, kids," Trowa murmured soothingly, using the same voice as he did when he was in bed with Quatre. "We won't hurt you," he took a step closer to the children. "We want to help you. We'll get you clean, and warm, and safe," he used the same words that his sister had used on him, when he had first gotten back from the war.
The girl's lip trembled. She knew those words. Clean, safe, warm, fed, and a million others. They went with words like "Daddy," she muttered out loud, not entirely on accident.
Trowa smiled, "Yes, we'll find your daddy. You'll be safe and fed and warm with us till then. Ok?" He paused about five feet from the children. "Do you want to stay here and get fed and clean, and sleep?"
The boy nodded, and shot out from behind his sister. He launched himself at Trowa. Quatre moved up to stand behind his lover. "Well?" he said softly to Trowa. "Shall we get them clean and fed?" The girl moved over and threw her arms around Quatre's neck and the four set off for the bathroom.
The children sat quietly as the adults scrubbed at them, they didn't get scared or angry, unless you tried to separate them from each other's view. At least, clean and dressed again they walked back to the kitchen, and fixed some dinner for the children, and cleaned the mess they had already made.
After dinner, the children fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, Trowa picked them up and carried them to the guest room nearest theirs, but when he tried to put the children down, they wouldn't let go of him.
Quatre smiled, "I guess we're spending the night here," he settled down on the bed next to Trowa, and whispered before he fell asleep, "I hope we can keep them."
Trowa looked at Quatre startled, then he smiled. I hope we can too, he thought, and I think I know how to do it. He thought about all the favors he was going to have to call in to help them keep the children.
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Well? It was Sunday, and I was bored, so I went a head and picked out the one that was ahead in the polls. ::Shrugs:: oh well, I like it.
Please R&R
~Mel