Gundam Wing: La Femmes

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

(c)2001

Battle Chapter: The Perfect Heart (Part Three)
aka Chp 43

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.

Here 'tis, what you've all been waiting for...

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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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"Wynn-ey, Lynn-ey, give me your answer, do. I'm half crazy, all for my love of you! It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage, but you'll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle made for two! OW!" Dagan grinned sheepishly at Wynne, still scowling at him, a pillow in one hand. "You didn't like the song, love?"

"I would like it much better if you would WORK while you sang," she told him sternly.

Andria glanced up from her laptop, seated on one of the logs ringing the now much lower fires. The camp has dispersed into the many duties necessary for survival here on the plains as soon as the sun rose. She had been allowed to sleep in, and couldn't help feeling resentful, as though she were useless. Since no one would allow her to help today, she had resigned herself to her mission. It irked her that she had not yet seen Heero this morning, but she was kept distracted by her mischievous brother mercilessly teasing Wynne. They continued to bicker and she shrugged, returning to the keyboard, humming the tune as she typed.

/Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do/
I'm half crazy all for my love of you/
It won't be a stylish marriage/
I can't afford a carriage/
But you'll look sweet upon the seat/
Of a bicycle made for two./


She had a vague memory of her father singing that…

"Ack! Andry, help me, she's bloody trying to bloody- ow, Wynne, watch it!" Dagan tried to put Andria between himself and Wynne.

"No way, go ahead, do what you like to him," Andria stood and moved out of the way, taking the laptop with her.

"Thank you, my friend," Wynne smiled wolfishly, advancing upon her prey once more.

"Traitor," Dagan scowled at Andria. She merely grinned at him and chose a different seat to watch.

With a cry, Wynne attacked and the two of them battled for a moment- then tripped into the tent behind them, lost within it's folds. Andria laughed as a thousand odd noises of yelping, crashing, banging and tumbling emanated from within. After a moment, Wynne emerged, triumphant, and fixed a loose lock of hair behind her eyes, smiling at Andria and winking.

"I don't think he's going to want to come out for a while," Wynne said slyly.

"Oh? What'd you do to him?" Andria giggled.

Wynne arched an eyebrow at her. "You're too young, aren't you?"

"I'm nineteen!"

"Maybe not, then," Wynne took a seat beside her.

Muttering, curses, Dagan came out, rubbing his head. "Vicious women… conspiring against me…"

"They're by the stream, now go help them already!" Wynne ordered. He wandered away in the direction of the river, still grumbling. "Men… I'm sorry- he is your brother but-"

"Don't apologize! He's worse now than when we were kids, I can tell," Andria laughed. "Besides, you seem to like him enough."

"Mm, yes, though sometimes I wonder why," Wynne smiled after him fondly.

That look of happy contentment in the one you loved sent a small pang through Andria's heart. She immediately crushed it. She thought she was over that! Maybe she was- but was Heero? He followed her all the way out here- why? This didn't bode well for his relationship with Relena, which made her feel distinctly uncomfortable. She wasn't aware that Wynne has spoken to her at first, and glanced up, confused.

"I said," Wynne was smiling genuinely. "What's troubling you?"

"Oh…" Andria's lashes drooped. "I- it's nothing."

"Which means it's something very big. Do you want to talk to me about it?"

Andria paused. The invitation was a tempting one…




"And then do you know what he asked me? To 'take care of Relena' for him!! Take care of her FOR HIM. Is he BRAINLESS or something?!"

"You must be joking," Wynne said in disbelief, handing Andria a mug of warm tea.

"No, I swear it! I didn't hear from him for days after we left and then suddenly at the airport he's there beside me like 'which is closer, Sank or Australia? Well, gee, aren't I just perfect being able to get here so much faster than you when I was so far away, Hah hah, ain't I great?'"

"How has he acted since then?"

"Coolly, calmly- never phased by anything, but then, he never was. You know- Three years may seem like a long time to get to know somebody in, but- if anything… the last month and a half has taught me just how little I know about him…" her lashes drooped with her voice. "I know nothing about his past or why he is the way that he is… Hell, I couldn't even tell you where he got his frigging laptop from."

Wynne glanced towards Andria's tent. Before it was Heero's 'set up'. He has refused a tent for himself and instead set himself as her personal guard. An uncomfortable thought tickled her mind. 'She doesn't know…' "What has he told you?"

"He told me… he told me about his friends…" her eyes widened a little. "You know- he didn't even tell me very much about them! I know nothing!

Wynne gave this pause, considering quietly. At last she spoke, with the quiet, gently commanded dignity and attention that was so common of wise people here. "Perhaps… he is not ready to tell you. Perhaps he is ashamed of his past."

"What can he possibly have to be ashamed of?!" Andria exclaimed, frustrated.

Wynne shushed her. "You do not know that. Wait. Be patient. Be his friend. And he will tell you when he's ready."

Sound advice. Solid advice. Logical advice. Advice that probably stood a damn good chance of working.

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF ANSWER WAS THAT!?

Andria hunched her shoulders, and knew her bottom lip was protruding in a pout. She also knew Wynne was right- but that didn't make it any easier. Emotions were harder to rationalize with. She- hn'ed!!? (AN: O.o Andry! You've been hanging with Heero too much! Abort mission!! Abort! I'll say it again- press The Button!)

Wynne smiled to herself. She had made her point. Andria was clearly smart enough to understand. "Well then," she stood. The younger woman's eyes followed as she rose. "I think it's time we got back to work, hm?"




The sun rises and the sun sets, and our lives go by whether we want them to or not. Time is not something that can be seized and held, though sometimes it can stolen. Humans do not really understand time, but they act as though they do, because if they did not, their securities would be undermined.

On Earth, time can be witnessed in the progression of natural things; seasons, weather, days. The dramatic difference between day and night is so definite on Earth- yet nonexistent in the colonies. The colonies must try to manufacture these same things, and fool their bodies into believe that they are still on Earth.

This can be done because humans are adaptable creatures. Not only are their bodies able to grow accustomed quickly to new situations, but they learn from their surroundings. Indeed, humans are the very product of their experiences.

If I were to be completely honest with myself, I would have to admit that this human capable is truly amazing. However, adaptability does appear to have its limits.

And if these #%&$ing mosquitoes don't leave me alone, I'm going to #%&$ing shoot something.

-Heero Yuy's Notes, AC199

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*weeping* I'M SORRY!!!!!!!! I'm so so so sorry!!! *sniffle* It took me SO LONG to post this- GOMEN!! Can ya'll ever forgive me!? *big, pleading eyes* I realized I hadn't been working on this and then I looked at where I'd leaft off and realized I had writer's block- and that's where Heero's lil note came from. ~_^ I like it, I think its cute. Starts otu all serious and then~ ^_^ But that's just me.


THANK YOU everyone for your awesome support down this long and twisted road... It is GREATLY appreciated.



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-Lady