Chapter 3 of The Unexpected by Chiriru ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own 'um. ^_^ This is
3xD, with mentions of 4xD and 3xMidii. PG13
for limely slices and language....
Chapter 3:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She had made it through the first month, and some how, Trowa wasn't seeming
as bad. He was almost ignorable now, and he said something interesting once
in a while.
He never insulted her.
He never forced her to go to parties, which she secretly liked about him.
And he let her goof off more than Quatre did.
Not to say that this had any impact on her.
Nope, completely impartial and uncaring.
She knew she wasn't noticing how she always seemed to be looking more at
*him* than the delegates, or how some people automatically paired them up.
Also, she wouldn't admit to feeling sorry for him, but she now understood
how he had left Relena's side. For almost a year, Trowa and WuFei where
Rele's entourage of body guards, flanking almost every move.
Now, Heero Yuy had graciously deside to join up with the preventers, and
since WuFei and Sally where an 'item' Trowa left and was re-assigned.
It was almost sweet. Almost.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That first month was almost a revesal for me, afterall you can't be around
some one constantly with out finding some type of "understanding" though,
I supose I was more unwilling than he was...after all he just compliant,
doing his job...while little by little I was falling. But un-like Quatre,
the pilot of 03 always made sure I had both feet on the ground.
Trowa was more helpful than I care to admit, with desisions, with advice
in counsel that was so sensible that I wanted to hit him -- for taking
my idea of course, then smack my head against a wall for not noticing
it earlier.
And that was even pretty slow for protection, but soon I found out
that his "protection" went even further than *I* had imagined.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa looked at his ward, Dorothy. She just continued to slink into
depression...and sleep. It just WASN'T getting better, she was finally
beginning to pick up the remain pieces of her soul...and now things
where starting to heat up in Romafeller again.
It just wasn't FAIR.
The wear and tear on her face, the slouching in her chairs, the way she just
"zoned" out....it was sad. And the stupid old men couldn't notice it...
well, she tried to hide it (she did a pretty good job actually) but..
couldn't they just see it?
He didn't understand his fascination, how could he? When he had spent the
longest time trying to cover it up. He knew why...why he had taken this
position. Wufei could of, or Heero, or anyone else. But he insteaded.
Sure, he told himself that it was for Heero so he could finally get with
Relena just like they had wanted to earlier in their lives. Or that since
WuFei and Sally were engaged, that it was senseless.
but...they were all lies. He could admit that now. NOT to *her* of course,
but to himself. He wanted to be there for her, he wanted to be in her life,
to let her know that people still cared.
For the life of him, though, Trowa couldn't figure out how Quatre could just
"move on" Hilde had seemed more like a friend, and Quatre seemed to as well.
The only good seemed that Duo and Cathy where giving it a try -- which Trowa
thought was a good deal for both of them. Trowa knew that Cathy could make
Duo face hs demons, and he hoped that maybe he could help Dorothy face hers.
For three months, he had watched her. He watched her cry in her sleep, pick at
her food, argue with anyone...it didn't matter. He woke her up every morning,
pressing her image into her mind for the day. After all, he couldn't stare at
her -- he had to protect her.
'Funny, never had that problem with Relena.' he thought. It was much different
with Dorothy, but then again...everything about Dorothy was different. Maybe
that is why she had managed to win him over with out ever trying.
~~~
Dorothy walked down the steps of the building, glancing at her body guard of
almost three months. They had been quite months, she kept to herself, he
kept to his...but she missed some interaction that she had with Quatre.
Of course that was a relationship, and Dorothy steered clear of those.
Okay, she missed him. She still loved him. She probably always would.
The only thing she could hope for was tha pain to deaden. It didn't...
she couldn't...she didn't want to admit that it was over. It was in her
mind and body...but her heart kept on insisting that he would be back.
Someday, somehow, her friendship...if that was all it was in the end,
would be together, and that she could then finally move on.
Trowa....he was like an angel...not a ghost, totally dependable. The
only thing is he would NEVER call her Dorothy when she was fully awake
..always Miss Catalonia. That made her a little angry at times.
While her mind pondered this, a loud bang rang through out the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~
'Pain. Ouch. pain.' is what went through my mind. My leg was on fire...
I never even had time to realize 'Oh my...I've been shot, my leg was shot.'
I did how ever realize that there was a gun and that was falling.
'Trowa'
I knew that, only he was close enough to knock me down..and my cheast didn't
hurt so, it was him.
We fell, tripping down five or six steps, landing with a crunch on the cold
pavement. My hips where the first to noticably complanin from pressure--
they where ground in to the sidewalk, then my ribs (which had enough pressure
to stop me from breathing) then my...*cheast* was on the ground.
And even though this only took approximately a second or two, it felt as if
it went on for much longer...like freeze frame in a vid or something. The
pain was much stronger than I could take, and I could feel Trowa land on
top of my back...I shouldn't of been surprized...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy could feel strong arms wrap around her waist, then a sudden down
wards motion. What was going on? Before she realized it, she was on
the side walk, Trowa lying on top of her, pain searing through her body,
and her body guard was trying to kill some one with a .9 millimeter.
It was enough to make some one just deside to black out. Which she did.
When she came to, her right leg was in a cast from her calf down.
'oh, boy' she though 'just what I need. a cast.'
"Miss Catalonia, do you know what happened?" a lady...Sally?
"Sally? Sally, is that you? Where am I?"
"Dorothy, yes it's me, we were worried that with the fall
and all" she glared to someone "that you may of had a concussion
along with your broken leg."
"How bad....?"
"Dorothy, the bullet went broke the bone, I don't think you'll be
while..It was a multipul fracture."
"But, if you already put in a cast?"
"Oh, it will go back on it's own, it was a multiple
break, but not small enough that it couldn't grow back. if it doesn't work,
then we can try a graft, but I think it will, your pretty healty.
Trowa will make sure that your well taken care of and that you will
get everything you need. Isn't that right, Trowa."
"Yes."
~~~
"Now, you two need to be heading home." Sally said sending us out of the
Preventer hospital and to the hall ways, me in a wheelchair, Trowa
walking.
"Well, I guess we will be seeing alot of each other huh?"
I swear, I could almost see him smile when he answered.
"Yes we will, Dorothy. Yes we will."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Did I ever tell you guys how I *hate* depenance? How I utterly HATE it?
Well, if you hadn't notice (yah, right) I do. Well, I never have hated
the times in my life when I depended on Quatre, but Trowa on the other hand...
Trowa was an mystery. Just a quiet guy, doing everything and anything to
shield me. And while that is sweet and cute and kind...
IT is COMPLETELY ANNOYING!!!
I know, from experiance.
~~~~~~~
Dorothy woke up, not in her big double bed, the one with the nice warm
comfortor and the REALLY soft pillows. Nope she woke up on a couch.
A really hard couch. And her crutches where conviently placed all the
way acrossed the room so she couldn't move.
'TROWA!!!' she mentally scolded, 'He did this one purpose. Jeeze,
I can't even hoble over to get the remote to my own entertainment
system. And I really need to replace this sofa. If I'm not getting up
the stairs, I'm at least going to be comfortable.'
The system was located perfectly in the room, and the sofa she was on
was the perfect place in the room to watch. And the remote was only a
few feet away on the coffee table.
'If I streched out with my arm....and turned onto my stomach...'
~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa made his way up to the second floor's den. He really should
of carried her up another floor, up to her room, but everything
was easily accessable from that one room.
Carefully he balanced the tray on his hand, while opening the door.
Two plates of pancakes and maple syrup on the side. He hoped
she liked it.
Opening the door, he saw one of the funniest, yet scariest sights
of his life:
Dorothy was percariously perched on the couch and was with in an
inch of the remote now...but she just wasn't going to make it.
The look of pure effort and strain was almost amusing.
'I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will..'
~~~~~~~~
With a sigh, I layed back down. He just HAD to position everything out
of my reach, didn't he?
With muttered grumbles, I settled into the uncomfortable sofa. It
really need replaced. Along with my guard. 'Do you think that,
perhaps, I could make the Preventers a proposition? A $10 couch and
a free recruite?' The idea was almost funny -- a couch with Trowa on
it just delivered outside the main office..
"Having fun?" a voice asked.
"No." I replied not looking at him. I was hungry, my leg was starting to
itch and I couldn't even reach my own remote control. I was feeling..
just a little grumpy. but if I deported Trowa... I smiled. No, that
was cruel....there must be something he was good for...
~~~~~~~~~~
2 hours later:
"Check. your move"
"Check. yours."
"Your still in check."
"No, see? And I'm safe."
"Dorothy? Where did my queen go?"
"I have no idea what your talking about Trowa."
"Dorothy, you are a terrible liar."
"So sue me."
"Give me back the piece."
"No!"
"Fine. Checkmate."
"What? Where did THAT come from?!? That castle wasn't there! Trowa!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
3 hours later:
"Today on Behind the Music"
"DeeDee! Get out of my Labor"
"I am SciF"
"Bam! Let's Kick it up a not"
"It's Saturday Nigh"
"And on behalf of the moon"
"Trowa?"
"What?"
"Nothings on."
"Give me the remote. Now here."
"Last time on Escaflowne.."
"Not this again...."
~~~
Disclaimer: I don't own 'um. ^_^ This is
3xD, with mentions of 4xD and 3xMidii. PG13
for limely slices and language....
Chapter 3:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She had made it through the first month, and some how, Trowa wasn't seeming
as bad. He was almost ignorable now, and he said something interesting once
in a while.
He never insulted her.
He never forced her to go to parties, which she secretly liked about him.
And he let her goof off more than Quatre did.
Not to say that this had any impact on her.
Nope, completely impartial and uncaring.
She knew she wasn't noticing how she always seemed to be looking more at
*him* than the delegates, or how some people automatically paired them up.
Also, she wouldn't admit to feeling sorry for him, but she now understood
how he had left Relena's side. For almost a year, Trowa and WuFei where
Rele's entourage of body guards, flanking almost every move.
Now, Heero Yuy had graciously deside to join up with the preventers, and
since WuFei and Sally where an 'item' Trowa left and was re-assigned.
It was almost sweet. Almost.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That first month was almost a revesal for me, afterall you can't be around
some one constantly with out finding some type of "understanding" though,
I supose I was more unwilling than he was...after all he just compliant,
doing his job...while little by little I was falling. But un-like Quatre,
the pilot of 03 always made sure I had both feet on the ground.
Trowa was more helpful than I care to admit, with desisions, with advice
in counsel that was so sensible that I wanted to hit him -- for taking
my idea of course, then smack my head against a wall for not noticing
it earlier.
And that was even pretty slow for protection, but soon I found out
that his "protection" went even further than *I* had imagined.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa looked at his ward, Dorothy. She just continued to slink into
depression...and sleep. It just WASN'T getting better, she was finally
beginning to pick up the remain pieces of her soul...and now things
where starting to heat up in Romafeller again.
It just wasn't FAIR.
The wear and tear on her face, the slouching in her chairs, the way she just
"zoned" out....it was sad. And the stupid old men couldn't notice it...
well, she tried to hide it (she did a pretty good job actually) but..
couldn't they just see it?
He didn't understand his fascination, how could he? When he had spent the
longest time trying to cover it up. He knew why...why he had taken this
position. Wufei could of, or Heero, or anyone else. But he insteaded.
Sure, he told himself that it was for Heero so he could finally get with
Relena just like they had wanted to earlier in their lives. Or that since
WuFei and Sally were engaged, that it was senseless.
but...they were all lies. He could admit that now. NOT to *her* of course,
but to himself. He wanted to be there for her, he wanted to be in her life,
to let her know that people still cared.
For the life of him, though, Trowa couldn't figure out how Quatre could just
"move on" Hilde had seemed more like a friend, and Quatre seemed to as well.
The only good seemed that Duo and Cathy where giving it a try -- which Trowa
thought was a good deal for both of them. Trowa knew that Cathy could make
Duo face hs demons, and he hoped that maybe he could help Dorothy face hers.
For three months, he had watched her. He watched her cry in her sleep, pick at
her food, argue with anyone...it didn't matter. He woke her up every morning,
pressing her image into her mind for the day. After all, he couldn't stare at
her -- he had to protect her.
'Funny, never had that problem with Relena.' he thought. It was much different
with Dorothy, but then again...everything about Dorothy was different. Maybe
that is why she had managed to win him over with out ever trying.
~~~
Dorothy walked down the steps of the building, glancing at her body guard of
almost three months. They had been quite months, she kept to herself, he
kept to his...but she missed some interaction that she had with Quatre.
Of course that was a relationship, and Dorothy steered clear of those.
Okay, she missed him. She still loved him. She probably always would.
The only thing she could hope for was tha pain to deaden. It didn't...
she couldn't...she didn't want to admit that it was over. It was in her
mind and body...but her heart kept on insisting that he would be back.
Someday, somehow, her friendship...if that was all it was in the end,
would be together, and that she could then finally move on.
Trowa....he was like an angel...not a ghost, totally dependable. The
only thing is he would NEVER call her Dorothy when she was fully awake
..always Miss Catalonia. That made her a little angry at times.
While her mind pondered this, a loud bang rang through out the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~
'Pain. Ouch. pain.' is what went through my mind. My leg was on fire...
I never even had time to realize 'Oh my...I've been shot, my leg was shot.'
I did how ever realize that there was a gun and that was falling.
'Trowa'
I knew that, only he was close enough to knock me down..and my cheast didn't
hurt so, it was him.
We fell, tripping down five or six steps, landing with a crunch on the cold
pavement. My hips where the first to noticably complanin from pressure--
they where ground in to the sidewalk, then my ribs (which had enough pressure
to stop me from breathing) then my...*cheast* was on the ground.
And even though this only took approximately a second or two, it felt as if
it went on for much longer...like freeze frame in a vid or something. The
pain was much stronger than I could take, and I could feel Trowa land on
top of my back...I shouldn't of been surprized...
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dorothy could feel strong arms wrap around her waist, then a sudden down
wards motion. What was going on? Before she realized it, she was on
the side walk, Trowa lying on top of her, pain searing through her body,
and her body guard was trying to kill some one with a .9 millimeter.
It was enough to make some one just deside to black out. Which she did.
When she came to, her right leg was in a cast from her calf down.
'oh, boy' she though 'just what I need. a cast.'
"Miss Catalonia, do you know what happened?" a lady...Sally?
"Sally? Sally, is that you? Where am I?"
"Dorothy, yes it's me, we were worried that with the fall
and all" she glared to someone "that you may of had a concussion
along with your broken leg."
"How bad....?"
"Dorothy, the bullet went broke the bone, I don't think you'll be
while..It was a multipul fracture."
"But, if you already put in a cast?"
"Oh, it will go back on it's own, it was a multiple
break, but not small enough that it couldn't grow back. if it doesn't work,
then we can try a graft, but I think it will, your pretty healty.
Trowa will make sure that your well taken care of and that you will
get everything you need. Isn't that right, Trowa."
"Yes."
~~~
"Now, you two need to be heading home." Sally said sending us out of the
Preventer hospital and to the hall ways, me in a wheelchair, Trowa
walking.
"Well, I guess we will be seeing alot of each other huh?"
I swear, I could almost see him smile when he answered.
"Yes we will, Dorothy. Yes we will."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Did I ever tell you guys how I *hate* depenance? How I utterly HATE it?
Well, if you hadn't notice (yah, right) I do. Well, I never have hated
the times in my life when I depended on Quatre, but Trowa on the other hand...
Trowa was an mystery. Just a quiet guy, doing everything and anything to
shield me. And while that is sweet and cute and kind...
IT is COMPLETELY ANNOYING!!!
I know, from experiance.
~~~~~~~
Dorothy woke up, not in her big double bed, the one with the nice warm
comfortor and the REALLY soft pillows. Nope she woke up on a couch.
A really hard couch. And her crutches where conviently placed all the
way acrossed the room so she couldn't move.
'TROWA!!!' she mentally scolded, 'He did this one purpose. Jeeze,
I can't even hoble over to get the remote to my own entertainment
system. And I really need to replace this sofa. If I'm not getting up
the stairs, I'm at least going to be comfortable.'
The system was located perfectly in the room, and the sofa she was on
was the perfect place in the room to watch. And the remote was only a
few feet away on the coffee table.
'If I streched out with my arm....and turned onto my stomach...'
~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa made his way up to the second floor's den. He really should
of carried her up another floor, up to her room, but everything
was easily accessable from that one room.
Carefully he balanced the tray on his hand, while opening the door.
Two plates of pancakes and maple syrup on the side. He hoped
she liked it.
Opening the door, he saw one of the funniest, yet scariest sights
of his life:
Dorothy was percariously perched on the couch and was with in an
inch of the remote now...but she just wasn't going to make it.
The look of pure effort and strain was almost amusing.
'I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will not laugh. I will..'
~~~~~~~~
With a sigh, I layed back down. He just HAD to position everything out
of my reach, didn't he?
With muttered grumbles, I settled into the uncomfortable sofa. It
really need replaced. Along with my guard. 'Do you think that,
perhaps, I could make the Preventers a proposition? A $10 couch and
a free recruite?' The idea was almost funny -- a couch with Trowa on
it just delivered outside the main office..
"Having fun?" a voice asked.
"No." I replied not looking at him. I was hungry, my leg was starting to
itch and I couldn't even reach my own remote control. I was feeling..
just a little grumpy. but if I deported Trowa... I smiled. No, that
was cruel....there must be something he was good for...
~~~~~~~~~~
2 hours later:
"Check. your move"
"Check. yours."
"Your still in check."
"No, see? And I'm safe."
"Dorothy? Where did my queen go?"
"I have no idea what your talking about Trowa."
"Dorothy, you are a terrible liar."
"So sue me."
"Give me back the piece."
"No!"
"Fine. Checkmate."
"What? Where did THAT come from?!? That castle wasn't there! Trowa!!!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
3 hours later:
"Today on Behind the Music"
"DeeDee! Get out of my Labor"
"I am SciF"
"Bam! Let's Kick it up a not"
"It's Saturday Nigh"
"And on behalf of the moon"
"Trowa?"
"What?"
"Nothings on."
"Give me the remote. Now here."
"Last time on Escaflowne.."
"Not this again...."
~~~
