Gundam Wing: La Femmes

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

(c)2001

Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.

Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.

UGH I've been in school for three weeks and I have JUST gotten around to posting more... *looks thoroughly irritated* But hey, it's here! ^__^


INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT NEWS: In order to understand the rest of this BC fully, you're gonna have to read the short fic 'Budding, Blooming: The Lovely Thistle' which is ONLY on my website. (Yeah, I'm rotten that way) Since my original site server's fucking with my account (bastards... they deleted the Thistle File!!!), so I'm changing to a new address, A HREF="http://ladylye.20megsfree.com"http://ladylye.20megsfree.com/A and sadly, that's about the most direct link I can give you, since I'm messing with the new one to bring you better features and such. Once at the Main Page, click on FanFics, then scroll to the LaFemmes Main Page and somewhere on there it lists the short fics.

Temporary Direct Link: A HREF="http://ladylye.20megsfree.com/bb_thistle.html"Budding, Blooming: The Lovely Thistle/A.


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Gundame: (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
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Battle Chapter: Promise of the Thistle (Part Four)




Kyla breathily whistled a merry tune as she put her hair up. It was a sea shanty her grandmother had taught her when she was small. Thoughts of her family brought on a wave of sadness as she parted her hair in the back, leaving half of it loose and grabbing a hair tie for the other. With a snap of elastic, she turned her sorrow into determination: no one else would ever have to loose their families the way she had. She quickly fixed the second pigtail and grinned, shaking her head so they bounced in the mirror.

Straight leg jeans and sneakers were dug out of the closet, and she pulled on a thinly strapped tank top, assessing herself in the mirror again. Good. She looked enough like a civilian to not raise suspicion, but she wouldn't be hindered. Grabbing a denim jacket, she left the bedroom.

"Ready to go?" she slipped her arms around Duo's waist from behind and hugged him, burying her face in his back. He was tense and she looked up when he spoke.

"I don't know if I'll ever be ready again…" he murmured, unaware almost that he had spoken out loud. He fingered a gold cross on a long chain, his face grim. She moved to look at him quizzically and he sighed, forcing a smile. "But that's never stopped me, has it?"

"I'm probably not the one to ask," she said, brushing his bangs out of his face so she could see his eyes clearly. They looked so haunted. "Christian? Catholic?"

Duo blinked, then realized she referred to the pendant. He flushed a little and looked at it again, cupping it in both hands. "I was never really anything. But when I was little, a Catholic church took me in. I dunno if I ever believed any of it. I sure don't now."

"My family's always stayed true to it's roots," she murmured softly. It certainly was a day to remember loved ones lost, wasn't it? "No armies could ever make them give up the Auld Ways." (AN: Pronounced 'old'. If you wanna get specific, there's a slight twang to it.)

Grimly, Duo lifted the chain over his neck, letting the cross slide down beneath his shirt, a white tank top, already covered by a closed black jacket. "Sometimes I wonder what my life would've been like without the armies." Never an orphan, never a street brat, never a thief, never a soldier. Never here with her.

"I wonder as well…" she murmured, then hugged him tightly again. Armies of different kinds had slowly chipped away at her life before she could take control of it. Now was her time to fight back, and she wasn't going to lose him, too. "Come on, let's go. And remember that I'm only letting you come because you swore you could help and keep yourself out of trouble."

That coaxed a laugh from him, be it a hoarse one. "My middle name is Trouble."

"Mm, I know," she teased, pulling away to buckle on a belt of tools and equipment, stuffing a map in her pocket. "Is Duo Trouble Maxwell what it reads on your ID? Or just an initial?"

"Only if yours says Kyla Mischief Addison," he shot back, tickling her before strapping on his own equipment. The laughter died in his face. "Let's go."
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Getting inside was easier than she had thought, but then, she didn't know that she was traveling with the great Shinigami. She felt a little dazed actually at how he had swiftly gotten them in and exactly where they wanted to be with none the wiser. She gave him a 'you're going to explain just how you did that someday' look and he simply looked smug.

"Never doubt me," he grinned.

"Can't say I ever did," she sighed. "Got everything?"

"Roger that," he mock saluted, and kissed her cheek. "I'll see you on the other side, babe."

"Be careful," she reminded, walking backwards so she could still look at him. Now that she was here, fear gnawed at her gut.

"Same to you," he smiled tenderly, then saluted again and disappeared into the shadows.

'The sooner you get this done, the sooner you can both get out of here,' she thought, turning grimly to her task. Duo may have been the master at sneaking around, but she was surely an expert. It didn't take her long to slip past what few guards there were and into a file storage center.

Rows and rows of shelves filled with disks, papers and other records seemed crammed into the tiny space so as to keep people out. She stared for a moment at the racks that went straight to the ceiling and then got to work. She needed to find the information they had gathered on Relena to take back to Earth, and possibly anything else that looked interesting. She studied the filing guide for a moment and then crossed straight to the box-drawer labeled 'Peacecraft, Relena'. It was full of disks. She whistled softly and picked a few up. Their labels read things like 'Christening ceremony', 'Public Appearance 00003', 'adoption papers', 'private school enrollment, elementary', 'Public Appearance 00027', 'Public Appearance 00153', 'private school enrollment, high school,' 'Public Appearance 04742'… It was every piece of data generated by Relena Darlian-Peacecraft since birth. Reaching into one of the holsters on her belt, she pulled out various flat, cloth holding cases, taking off the denim jacket and slipping one of the vests on. She was about to put on a LOT of weight.

It took a good fifteen minutes to cram the disks onto her person, but she still had space left over. Lovely things these cargo jackets… Closing the drawer, she swept her eye over the shelves again. She already had so much… could she possibly take on any more? Was it worth it to look?

One word leapt out at her and she curiously pulled the drawer open. Gundam. Feeling as though she held the key to some huge secret, she riffled through the disks. Oddly enough, the Madam had never spent very much time going over the gundams. They had been taught how their suits worked, what symbols they were, that the gundams had played major roles in the war. That was all. For some reason, none of them had ever questioned it. No, that wasn't true. Some of them had clamored to know more and their questions had never been answered. Kyla couldn't even remember if they'd ever been told who the pilots were. It suddenly seemed like a huge gap in her education, and she shoved the disks into the vest pocket, closing the drawer and putting her jacket back on, buttoning it closed. Now she was ready. Now she had to get out.

A quick glance at her watch told her that Duo would be almost finished setting up the explosives he had magically produced. He was going to have to explain that, too. She made her way to their meeting point as swiftly and carefully as she could, glad for mufflers between the disks.

"Hey, you!" a security stepped out.

"Not today, buddy," in the same movement, she drew her gun and hurled a smoke bomb out him. It opened immediately, blinding the man, and knocking him out. She ran away from the incriminating scene, nearly running into more guards. She shot att them and opened another gas bomb, then ran full tilt for the rendezvous. Alarms started to go off- their cover was blown.

Sight of a familiar chestnut braid leaning around a corner to aim a gun, brought a relieved smile to her face. "Duo!"

"Babe!" he replied, not looking up from his targets until he was finished, then he grabbed her hand and pulled her after him. "They found you, too?"

"Can we get out in time?" she nodded.

"Have you got the disks?"

"Plenty."

"Then we can get out. This way," he pulled her down a side corridor, and again she was being lead by a master of infiltration. Duck in here, take a side route there, through endless corridors and they were on the roof of the building. "Only way. Get that stinger of yours out here," he turned to fire on men following them and slammed the door closed on them. "Hurry!"

"Right," she fished out a pocket remote and pressed the most prominent button. Ten seconds later, Thistle Wing's engines cut the air and landed before them. "Come on!" she called, swinging herself up.

"You go, I can handle this," he ordered, holding the door closed. The sound of helicopters whirring towards them added urgency. "Go! Whatever happens, you're more important. Don't worry about me."

"Duo!" she cried in disbelief. How could he do this to her? She couldn't just leave him here!

"GO!"

The choppers were getting closer. With a wordless cry of frustration, she swung inside the cockpit and closed it, firing up the manual systems. "Idiot. Thinks he can be all noble-" she muttered, strapping in. There was only one option- protect her peanut-brained dingbat boyfriend from the suit. "Let's do this."

The Thistle shot upwards easily. Green, serrated wings, almost like leaves, rose from it's back to keep her up and purple accent lights shone eerily. One great hand reached around to the back to lift away a giant claymore, it's blade an eerie purple beam. (AN: *sweatdrop* I've been reading too much of Kate Forsyth's 'Witches of Eileanan' Series. Actual books. According to her, a claymore is- "a heavy, two-edged sword, often as tall as a man." Or in this case, a gundam. O.o That is SOME weapon…) With barely any effort, it raised to knock it's flat side into the two helicopters, flinging them away. She immediately plunged downward to check on Duo, just as the door was forced open.

The guards came out triumphantly, bearing down on Duo, and came face to face with- a mobile suit nearly 17 meters tall. (AN: ^^; Anybody know how to convert meters to feet?) The horrified shock on their faces was almost comical and Duo took advantage of it to scramble up one of the Thistle's legs and into the cockpit.

"Miss me?" he panted, still managing a cheeky grin.

"You're just damn lucky," Kyla muttered and raised the claymore in warning. The guards scattered, practically climbing over each other to get back inside and far, FAR away.

"I knew you'd come through," he said smugly, strapping himself into a seat further back in the cockpit. "Hey this thing's really done up!"

Kyla didn't respond, her fingers flying over the keyboard of an onboard computer, and she swore. "They're mobilizing. We just HAD to be flashy about it, didn't we?" she sighed.

"Can I use that thing?" Duo pulled a disk out of his jacket pocket. "I found this lying around."

"Sure, go ahead. But don't blame me if it gets rocky around here," she unstrapped it and handed it to him, then took the controls again, already able to see Mobile Dolls approach. "Hiiiiiiiiaaaaaay!" she leapt into the air and came down amidst the dolls, slashing at them with the claymore and bringing down the first row.

Duo rocked against his seat and raised an eyebrow, but dared not comment. He no doubt that she was indeed descended from brave Scottish clansmen as she ripped apart the suits, making 'Braveheart' look tame. He popped the disk into the machine and opened it up, sifting through passcodes and files, growing accustomed to the rocking of the suit.

The Thistle jumped into the air and kicked off against the wall of the building, flying through the lines of suits, the great claymore taking out rows and rows at a time.

"Yie!" Duo's eyes widened and he stared at her, straining against the seatbelts. "Oi, watch it, will ya?!"

She glanced back to grin at him. "Aw, don't tell me you can't stand a little boat rocking, Thanatos."

Suits fell rapidly, the Thistle barely taking a hit, and never once scratching or denting; dolls just didn't have the power to break through that lacquer. The field cleared a little, the remaining suits attempting to gang up on her.

A comm. link appeared on Kyla's screen, a man's image in it. "Greetings, Ms Addison," he said condescendingly.

Kyla gasped in recognition and Duo peered around to see. Memories came at her in a rush and she found her tongue slipping back into old ways, the twang in his tone starting the onslaught. "Harold ye blaygird scumbug, what in hells do ye think ye're doin'?!" she snapped.

He smiled wickedly. "I'm no longer Harold, Ky. My name's Jack Darwin now. And YOU are intrudin'."

"Ye stupid fuck, what are ye blatherin' on abou'?!" she demanded angrily. The dolls seemed suspended in place, hanging back and waiting for orders. Duo glanced from Kyla to the man on the screen who had the beginnings of a similar face structure. His overwhelmed mind fought to understand their heavy accents before he remembered; Kyla had said that she was born in Scotland. So this must be someone she knew.

The man scowled. "Ye canna speak to me that way, cousin!"

"I'll speak to you any way I damn well please! Now stop fucking around and tell me what it is ye're up to!" Duo facefaulted. COUSIN?

"Ye always were impudent," Jack snarled. "We thought ye were dead."

"Too bad for you I'm no'! Wha' games are ye playing here, Harold?"

"My name isna Harold!" he fumed. "Tis Jack Darwin now and dinna ye forget it!" a mad gleam lit his eye and several dolls came sailing towards them.

She spared the dolls no more than the necessary effort or attention and immediately faced him again. "I'm no' in the mood for your games," she quiet tone was dangerous.

"You don' have the luxury of decidin', cousin," he was nearly able to match her glare for glare, save the maniacal glint in his brown eyes. He turned away from the screen, barking orders at men behind him, and when he turned back, he was laughing. "Good bye at last, Addison," he cackled.

Kyla's eyes widened at the screen. "SHITE!!!!!!!"


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Who is this Harold/Jack? (Read BB:TLT!) What was on those disks Kyla found? Would you like an email notification next time I update? Email me at kawaiiladylye@yahoo.com and I'll add you to a La Femmes Mailing List. Keep in touch to stay up to date!


Here are the terms you may need... (not sure why I'm bothering at this point since Isa factors no where in it...)

WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com http://www.dictionary.com for these. I don't expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.

amante- lover
buen- good
cliente- hot
cosa caliente- hot thing
fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
hibrido- bastard
materia caliente- hot stuff
mi buen pequeño amigo que mira - my good looking little friend.
muchacha- girl
muchacho- boy
Muchacha del idiota- idiot girl
muy- very. as in muy caliente
muy hermoso- very beautiful
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
poque usted lo ama- because you love him
princesa- princess
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)


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