Chapter Two

By: Lolo Winner

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or the song (By the way, the song is "Three Simple Words" by Finch) I do, however, claim the pairing. Please, I'm somewhat protective of my pairings and since I thought this pairing up last summer I would appreciate it if you don't steal it from me.



Heero's hand flew up to stifle the blaring alarm clock. Instead his hand flailed around on the table, searching helplessly for the contraption. Finally he found it, his grip tightened around the plastic box as he ripped the cord out from the wall. He rolled over on to his back and looked at the broken clock in his hand. He waited for his sleep-deprived eyes to focus enough to read the numbers, 7:52

He jumped out of bed, throwing the clock back on the table. How could he have slept through the alarm? He never slept through the alarm before. Today he had done it for nearly an hour. He was to be at work in eight minutes but it took ten alone just to get there. As his feet hit the floor, he heard the sound of a crack. The cracking sound that glass makes when too much pressure is applied to it.

He ignored the sound and ran to the dresser, stripping as he went. Within minutes he was out of the door as he tucked his shirt in and quickly consumed a cold pop tart. He forgot about the picture in its shattered frame, which dug into the photo of his girlfriend Dorothy and himself.

Today was their two-year anniversary.





He slipped in the office. He was right on time without a moment to spare. Thank God that he could maneuver a car well, and that he knew all the side streets like the back of his hand. He let out a sigh as he collapsed into his chair. He moved the mouse and flipped on the sleeping screen. The work from yesterday came up exactly how he left it.

He started up on his work from the day before. He had to get this program design finished today. He couldn't stay late again like he had last night. Tonight he was going to dinner with Dorothy. Or was he? He still couldn't figure out whether or not that event was a dream or was it indeed real. After being lost in deep thought of what had happened for twenty minutes, he snapped out of it when there was a knock at the door.

"Hey Heero, I didn't see you come in."

Heero looked up at the man in his doorway, "Right on time too."

"Tonight's the big night eh?"

/So maybe that was a dream,/ Heero thought and then replied with a simple "Yeah." He looked back at the screen, only to discover that he hadn't done a thing for the past twenty minutes. He knocked the mouse again and watched as the fish screen saver fade back into his work.

"Well, good luck pal. I'll see you at lunch." His friend waved and strolled past the office.

This was killing him. He picked up the phone and dialed Dorothy's home number. "Hello?" Came the sleepy response.

"Hey, we still on tonight?"

"Oh Heero, hey." Her voice brightened up, "We sure are. Why, did something come up?"

"No, just making sure. I'll see you at 8:00." He hung up the phone.





After work he rushed home to get ready for dinner that night. He went straight to the bedside table to take his present out of the top drawer. Again there was a crunching sound. This time he heard it. He looked down and slowly removed his foot. Bending down he removed the picture frame from its resting place.

Picking out the remaining shards of glass he placed it back on the table, next to the battered alarm clock. He would have to remember to buy a new one. He discarded the glass and hurried to get dress into his suit. Tonight was a special night; he was going to propose.





The waiter poured the wine into their glasses at the restaurant. This dinner would be a week's worth of pay, but it was worth it. He wanted everything to be right. Dorothy immediately took a sip of her wine. Heero held his glass up. "How about a toast?" He asked.

Dorothy took the glass from her mouth and nodded in agreement, "What to?" She asked.

"How about to us?" Heero replied.

"How about to good lives as friends." She remarked. She put her glass back to her lips downing the rest, and awaiting Heero's response.

"Friends?"

"Friends."

"I was um…" He trailed off, "Don't tell me you are breaking up with me."

"Waiter, could we have some more wine please?" She asked.

"Dorothy."

She turned and faced him, "Heero." She replied bluntly.

His grip tightened on the glass. The base broke, spilling red wine all over the white starched tablecloth and his suit. "Heero, what did you do?" She asked.

"Why?" He asked.

"God, you cut your hand." She took the napkin off her lap and stretched across the table to apply it to the wound. His bloody hand stopped her as he raised it and grabbed a hold of her own.

"Why?" He said sternly. A chill went down his spine before he said what was on his mind, it was too eerily familiar with his dream, "Is there another?"

"What?" She asked aghast.

"Who is he? Tell me that it's not that guy that… Warren guy."

"Heero I…"

"Tell me who it is!" Heero yelled, interrupting her. They were both surprised with the fierce tone he used. She looked at him with a scared look as he kept his gaze steady.

"There is no…. there is no one else."

"Hell there isn't."

"Excuse me, is everything alright here?" The waiter asked as he looked down on the tablecloth covered in wine and blood and the look on Dorothy's face.

"Everything's fine." Heero said coldly.

"Miss, is he bothering you?" He asked.

Dorothy nodded slowly, "Let go of me." She whispered.

It was too much like the dream for Heero's sake. He quickly let go and stood. "Fine I'll go, but…" He reached into the left suit pocket and pulled out a little velvet box. He set it down on the table. "Happy anniversary," He muttered as he stormed out of the busy restaurant.





Hands into a fist,

static in my head.

Now I'm sitting face to face

With loneliness.

What did I expect?

Did I see forever

IN YOU!?



TBC