Disclaimer: It's a 3xD
with implied 4xD and 3xMidii.
Warning, this is a bit more
racy in language and violence.
And of course, I hate Midii,
like usual. ^_~
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"Let's look at that wound." he said
grabbing my hand and quickly pulling be towards
the closest bathroom, which of course
was a small one.
I sputtered.
First, that bitchy spy girl of his
tries to kill me.
Then he didn't let me hurt HER.
He had her arrested, but when Jim came by
he shut the senetor out.
So he says we have to talk, but now
he's busy looking up my shirt at
my bandage....
Wait...he is looking up
my SHIRT?!?
Well....it's better than down in but...
"TROWA!!!! What are you doing?"
I swat his hands away.
"Looking at your back, you cut it pretty
bad."
I sigh. That man is sooo....
That's it. He's just...so. I wouldn't
want it any other way.
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Trowa lifter the back of the blouse,
again looking at the haphazard band -aids
Dorothy had used, not very effectivly.
He also noted several small scars and
cuts, no doubt from her OZ days.
'Dorothy'
He made quick work of dispossing of
the band-aids, and getting out the
first aid kit.
Dorothy on the other hand, was holding
her shirt and trying not to think of
him. That, and Jim, and Midii, and
how small and cramped this bathroom
had gotten.
A warm stinging sensation hit her
cut flesh and almost made her gasp.
But the soft tenderness of the cloth
almost took away some of the sting the
soapy washcloth had.
That and Trowa's reasurring voice.
"Don't be so tense."
Dorothy couldn't help but be tense.
She was always tense any more. Nervous
around him, hidding behind anger. Using
Midii as a sheild from him after her
own emotion walls fell.
Maybe even using Jim knowing that Midii
wouldn't be an issue in time.
She was brought back as a cooler cloth
rinsed the rest of the cut and soap out.
'But maybe, in time' she thought,
'Maybe I could trust again. Heck,
he protects me day and night. But...after
Quatre and Daddy...how can I trust the
ones I love not to leave me?'
Softly caloused fingers placed a square
of gause over her wound. The silence
wasn't defeaning, it was peacefull and content.
Dorothy looked over her shoulder at him
for the first time since the whole
'door insident' and saw him kneeling on the floor,
all his attention foucused on her back and healing
her.
'He's always tried to heal me....but I don't want
healed. I'm fine how I am...oh, who am I kidding?
But, I can't afford to love any one, not now when
talk of war is coming around again. Not now.
Not with him. Never again.'
The last piece of medical tape was placed.
He stood up, as she turned around. The
cramped space had them nearly all over
each other.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can still remeber that time,
crystal clear even though it was twenty years
ago. His eyes, the held such an emotion...
it was undefinable.
Caring, understanding, acceptance, and love.
Love, just waiting for me to take it.
I...I couldn't. I wasn't about to hurt
some one or take the chance that I would be hurt.
I knew what he saw in my eyes, I could see it refelcting
off of the bottome of his endless orbs.
Fear, lust, insecurity. Passion.
I should of kissed him, been with him, anything
before everything hit the fan.
But again, I never take my own advice.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Th...thank you Trowa. For the bandage."
He nodded.
The phone range. The situation seemed strangly
familar.
I ran to answer the phone.
Quatre was calling. Part of me was happy that
we were finally talking, I was ready to talk.
But....I still felt sad eventhough I thought
I was past Winner.
"Quatre? What's wrong?"
"You!!! Who was at your home, other than yourself
today?"
"Trowa" I said.
"Oh..shi..." he said, aging about ten years in
a minute, and covering his mouth.
"Why?" I pressed as Trowa came up behind me.
"I know it's false, okay Dorothy. Relena and
I will help you fight it. Sally, Duo, Silvia,
everybody okay? We just have to prove it
wrong, we can do it!"
"DO WHAT?!?" I asked.
"She doesn't know Quatre." Trowa said calmly,
his arms coming around my shoulders, holding me
in place.
I wanted to give him the 'get-your-hands-off-of-me
-mister' look, well that is before Quatre had
him change the channel.
There I was, being blamed for murder, among other
things, to people I've never met, things I've
never been to, words I've never said. I was
*there* in the "evidence" but...it was fake.
Everything was fake. This life I had been
living? All fake, because even if I was
never convicted the people would make my life
a living hell.
"Oh my God....."
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"Who do you work for! Answer me, Damn it!"
"Maxwell."
"Answer me! Are you part of the old OZ? White
Fang? IESA? WHAT?"
"Maxwell, cool it. Your little lady is here."
"Oh." Duo stepped out of the interrogation
room, worn down and tired. 10 hours interrigation
and nothing. The spy wouldn't even confirm her own
name.
Cathy looked at him, tsking her head. "I think we
need to see Dorothy and Trowa."
"I CAN'T" he said, not angeryly, just stressfully.
"I mean, how can I even leave a spy alone with
WuFei?" he gave a small grin. Looking up at her,
he smiled a bit, "I'll come out as soon as possible.
You go. Trowa will want the extra sanity, and
even with Relena around more than usual, I think
Dorothy will need a confidant more than ever."
Cathy nodded. "I'll miss you till then."
"Course you will, Cathy babe! And don't forget
to work on plan T.A.D.T.!"
"How could I forget? That's all EVERYONE want's
me to do." she said walking out, "Cath, visit your
brother. Catherine, console Dorothy. BUT always
work on TADT! Geesh. I'd do it any ways, but
it's not like I forget inbetween people.
Trowa AND Dorothy - Together. I mean, seriously,
it's not that hard. Might as well get the tickets..."
with implied 4xD and 3xMidii.
Warning, this is a bit more
racy in language and violence.
And of course, I hate Midii,
like usual. ^_~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Let's look at that wound." he said
grabbing my hand and quickly pulling be towards
the closest bathroom, which of course
was a small one.
I sputtered.
First, that bitchy spy girl of his
tries to kill me.
Then he didn't let me hurt HER.
He had her arrested, but when Jim came by
he shut the senetor out.
So he says we have to talk, but now
he's busy looking up my shirt at
my bandage....
Wait...he is looking up
my SHIRT?!?
Well....it's better than down in but...
"TROWA!!!! What are you doing?"
I swat his hands away.
"Looking at your back, you cut it pretty
bad."
I sigh. That man is sooo....
That's it. He's just...so. I wouldn't
want it any other way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Trowa lifter the back of the blouse,
again looking at the haphazard band -aids
Dorothy had used, not very effectivly.
He also noted several small scars and
cuts, no doubt from her OZ days.
'Dorothy'
He made quick work of dispossing of
the band-aids, and getting out the
first aid kit.
Dorothy on the other hand, was holding
her shirt and trying not to think of
him. That, and Jim, and Midii, and
how small and cramped this bathroom
had gotten.
A warm stinging sensation hit her
cut flesh and almost made her gasp.
But the soft tenderness of the cloth
almost took away some of the sting the
soapy washcloth had.
That and Trowa's reasurring voice.
"Don't be so tense."
Dorothy couldn't help but be tense.
She was always tense any more. Nervous
around him, hidding behind anger. Using
Midii as a sheild from him after her
own emotion walls fell.
Maybe even using Jim knowing that Midii
wouldn't be an issue in time.
She was brought back as a cooler cloth
rinsed the rest of the cut and soap out.
'But maybe, in time' she thought,
'Maybe I could trust again. Heck,
he protects me day and night. But...after
Quatre and Daddy...how can I trust the
ones I love not to leave me?'
Softly caloused fingers placed a square
of gause over her wound. The silence
wasn't defeaning, it was peacefull and content.
Dorothy looked over her shoulder at him
for the first time since the whole
'door insident' and saw him kneeling on the floor,
all his attention foucused on her back and healing
her.
'He's always tried to heal me....but I don't want
healed. I'm fine how I am...oh, who am I kidding?
But, I can't afford to love any one, not now when
talk of war is coming around again. Not now.
Not with him. Never again.'
The last piece of medical tape was placed.
He stood up, as she turned around. The
cramped space had them nearly all over
each other.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I can still remeber that time,
crystal clear even though it was twenty years
ago. His eyes, the held such an emotion...
it was undefinable.
Caring, understanding, acceptance, and love.
Love, just waiting for me to take it.
I...I couldn't. I wasn't about to hurt
some one or take the chance that I would be hurt.
I knew what he saw in my eyes, I could see it refelcting
off of the bottome of his endless orbs.
Fear, lust, insecurity. Passion.
I should of kissed him, been with him, anything
before everything hit the fan.
But again, I never take my own advice.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Th...thank you Trowa. For the bandage."
He nodded.
The phone range. The situation seemed strangly
familar.
I ran to answer the phone.
Quatre was calling. Part of me was happy that
we were finally talking, I was ready to talk.
But....I still felt sad eventhough I thought
I was past Winner.
"Quatre? What's wrong?"
"You!!! Who was at your home, other than yourself
today?"
"Trowa" I said.
"Oh..shi..." he said, aging about ten years in
a minute, and covering his mouth.
"Why?" I pressed as Trowa came up behind me.
"I know it's false, okay Dorothy. Relena and
I will help you fight it. Sally, Duo, Silvia,
everybody okay? We just have to prove it
wrong, we can do it!"
"DO WHAT?!?" I asked.
"She doesn't know Quatre." Trowa said calmly,
his arms coming around my shoulders, holding me
in place.
I wanted to give him the 'get-your-hands-off-of-me
-mister' look, well that is before Quatre had
him change the channel.
There I was, being blamed for murder, among other
things, to people I've never met, things I've
never been to, words I've never said. I was
*there* in the "evidence" but...it was fake.
Everything was fake. This life I had been
living? All fake, because even if I was
never convicted the people would make my life
a living hell.
"Oh my God....."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Who do you work for! Answer me, Damn it!"
"Maxwell."
"Answer me! Are you part of the old OZ? White
Fang? IESA? WHAT?"
"Maxwell, cool it. Your little lady is here."
"Oh." Duo stepped out of the interrogation
room, worn down and tired. 10 hours interrigation
and nothing. The spy wouldn't even confirm her own
name.
Cathy looked at him, tsking her head. "I think we
need to see Dorothy and Trowa."
"I CAN'T" he said, not angeryly, just stressfully.
"I mean, how can I even leave a spy alone with
WuFei?" he gave a small grin. Looking up at her,
he smiled a bit, "I'll come out as soon as possible.
You go. Trowa will want the extra sanity, and
even with Relena around more than usual, I think
Dorothy will need a confidant more than ever."
Cathy nodded. "I'll miss you till then."
"Course you will, Cathy babe! And don't forget
to work on plan T.A.D.T.!"
"How could I forget? That's all EVERYONE want's
me to do." she said walking out, "Cath, visit your
brother. Catherine, console Dorothy. BUT always
work on TADT! Geesh. I'd do it any ways, but
it's not like I forget inbetween people.
Trowa AND Dorothy - Together. I mean, seriously,
it's not that hard. Might as well get the tickets..."
