Bodyguards: Part V
Angel groaned and flopped down on a beanbag chair in Quatre's 'comfy room'. The entire room was beanbags, pillows, and blankets, with one large, flat TV. Angel was sure that Quatre owned every movie that was ever created, as well. But she wasn't in the mood. She hadn't been all day. Not since the ball. Security had tightened and everyone was looking for whoever it was that was after Quatre.
Her hand strayed up to her aching shoulders. She could feel the tight knots there, throbbing. It was nearly two thirty in the morning, and her watch had just finished. Mako had taken over for the remainder of the evening, until Quatre woke at six. Then he was in the care of the Maganac and his friends.
Tea. Oh, if there was a merciful Lord in heaven he'd grant her wish of tea…
"Long day?" a soft voice asked next to her ear. She jumped.
"Quatre! You should be sleeping!"
"I'm not…" His hands came to her shoulders, brushing her own fingers away. He began kneading her sore muscles with skilled fingers, humming a soft Arabic tune in her ear. "But Mako knows where we are. There are cameras everywhere."
Angel smiled, relaxing a little. His knowing hands were working magic on her. "Yeah, I know. Does it bother you?"
"Nah, it's alright."
God…his voice is melting me…
Sweet, low, and sexy. Her head fell forward as he continued his massage. She knew. Something in the back of her mind was warning her…and she knew she shouldn't be letting herself feel this way, but…
He's my boss. End it now.
That was her cool, rational side. Damn, she hated that side. Quatre seemed to sense it as well and his hands slowly fell back to his sides.
"Get some rest, Angel."
"Me?" she retorted, shooting him a look. "You're the one who needs the most rest. Get to bed you!"
He saluted. "Yes, ma'am!"
But deep down he was disappointed. He knew he shouldn't be—knew it wasn't fair to her. But he'd liked the way she'd melted beneath his fingertips.
He was almost glad she had a reason to stick around longer. Almost.
~*~
"Mmm…" Mako shook her head at the monitor and threw a glance Heero's way. "They're breaking a few rules, ne?" she asked.
"Quatre's smarter than that. He'll stop it before it clouds their judgements."
"Hopefully. Just a quick question: are you planning on clouding my judgement?"
Heero's eyes snapped to hers, surprise evident. But she only smiled in return.
"Hn…" was his only response as he went back to his monitor.
"Because I fully intend on clouding yours, just so you know. I'm giving you fair warning," she continued sweetly. Heero once again looked at her in surprise.
"Makoto…" he started, but she cut him off.
"Oh, don't start chastising me. We both no you feel no love for Relena."
"Maybe not, but…"
"But what? That means you're free. And sexy as all hell." Mako's smile was triumphant. "Do you not want me?"
Was it her imagination or did he flush at the question. And he was also shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"I…that's not it."
"Then I don't see the problem." She turned her gaze to the screen of her monitor, still smiling. Heero stared at her for a long moment, then also turned back to work.
No emotions…I have no emotions. No emotions. No emotions. No emotions.noemotions.noemotions….
His chant was failing miserably.
~*~
Someone was there. She could feel the presence. Someone was there and they shouldn't be…
Angel kept her heart beating slowly, kept her breath deep and even. Come closer, her mind urged, using all of her concentration to seek out just where in the room this intruder was. Slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers curled around the hilt of her dagger. She thanked God she slept with it under her pillow every night.
She heard the man chuckle; a deep, venomous sound against the otherwise silent house.
Mako, where are you? her mind screamed. She felt the man kneel over her, felt his hands run over her body. She fought down the overwhelming urge to shudder in disgust as his hands lingered on the swell of her breasts for a moment. He leaned closer, closer, until she felt his breath on her cheek. His hands tugged off the sheets over her body. Then she attacked.
The dagger found purchase and sank deep. Though Angel despised that particular sensation, she put her weight behind it and pushed deeper. He let out a startled, pained cry before Angel struck the side of his head with a lamp. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed. His blood seeped through the sheets.
Angel shoved him off and rolled out of bed. She'd killed the man. Not that she had intended to, but…God, he was trying to rape her!
She turned franticly for the door, fearing the worst. She heard it now—minor cries and scuffles nearby. She raced out of the door, throwing knives at ready.
A crumpled body lay at Duo's feet. Still breathing hard, he looked up at Angel grimly.
"Dead?" she whispered.
"Yes. Damn it. I wanted him alive." He kicked at the body in disgust. "Then we could have found out who this S.O.B. was working for."
"Come on…let's check on the others."
As they ran through the halls, she noticed that the attackers hadn't targeted the Maganac. So far, she, Duo, Wufei, Trowa, and Heero had been attacked. They hadn't found Mako yet…
But Angel knew Mako could handle herself. Her real worry was Quatre. So far, none of the pilots had been able to keep their attackers alive. They'd killed them without meaning to, in self-defense.
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…Angel thought, mind racing. She turned down the hall where Quatre's room was located, and slowed. There, on the floor, where three more bodies. Apparently they'd been struck down on the way to Quatre's room. And, kneeling over them to check their pulses, was Mako.
"Mako!" Nearly crying in relief, Angel ran forward and hugged her friend. "Quatre?"
"Right here." He stepped out of the shadows, tossing Mako's gun back to her. "I'm fine."
"They—I'm sorry, I should have protected you better…but…this guy…"
Quatre nodded to the blood on her oversized shirt. "I understand."
Mako shot her a grim look, holstering her gun. She stood and noticed that the smaller woman was actually trembling. Angel never trembled. This would have been part of the job…
"What did the bastard do to you?" she growled, voice tight with rage. Angel turned her face away, sighing.
"Tried to rape me. He didn't get very far, but it's a little unnerving," she answered quietly. She waved a hand toward the bodies. "Are any of them alive? I'd like to ask them a few questions…"
"One." Mako looked at Quatre with a smirk. "Mr. Winner is a very good shot."
He managed a smile in return. "Well, unfortunately I've had plenty of practice," he replied.
Duo and Wufei were already lifting the man up. He was breathing, barely, and had a gunshot wound in the shoulder. Angel shook her head and followed them.
"Let's patch his shoulder. Then I want him to answer my questions."
"Still think they're only after Quatre?" Mako asked.
"We'll see."
Angel groaned and flopped down on a beanbag chair in Quatre's 'comfy room'. The entire room was beanbags, pillows, and blankets, with one large, flat TV. Angel was sure that Quatre owned every movie that was ever created, as well. But she wasn't in the mood. She hadn't been all day. Not since the ball. Security had tightened and everyone was looking for whoever it was that was after Quatre.
Her hand strayed up to her aching shoulders. She could feel the tight knots there, throbbing. It was nearly two thirty in the morning, and her watch had just finished. Mako had taken over for the remainder of the evening, until Quatre woke at six. Then he was in the care of the Maganac and his friends.
Tea. Oh, if there was a merciful Lord in heaven he'd grant her wish of tea…
"Long day?" a soft voice asked next to her ear. She jumped.
"Quatre! You should be sleeping!"
"I'm not…" His hands came to her shoulders, brushing her own fingers away. He began kneading her sore muscles with skilled fingers, humming a soft Arabic tune in her ear. "But Mako knows where we are. There are cameras everywhere."
Angel smiled, relaxing a little. His knowing hands were working magic on her. "Yeah, I know. Does it bother you?"
"Nah, it's alright."
God…his voice is melting me…
Sweet, low, and sexy. Her head fell forward as he continued his massage. She knew. Something in the back of her mind was warning her…and she knew she shouldn't be letting herself feel this way, but…
He's my boss. End it now.
That was her cool, rational side. Damn, she hated that side. Quatre seemed to sense it as well and his hands slowly fell back to his sides.
"Get some rest, Angel."
"Me?" she retorted, shooting him a look. "You're the one who needs the most rest. Get to bed you!"
He saluted. "Yes, ma'am!"
But deep down he was disappointed. He knew he shouldn't be—knew it wasn't fair to her. But he'd liked the way she'd melted beneath his fingertips.
He was almost glad she had a reason to stick around longer. Almost.
~*~
"Mmm…" Mako shook her head at the monitor and threw a glance Heero's way. "They're breaking a few rules, ne?" she asked.
"Quatre's smarter than that. He'll stop it before it clouds their judgements."
"Hopefully. Just a quick question: are you planning on clouding my judgement?"
Heero's eyes snapped to hers, surprise evident. But she only smiled in return.
"Hn…" was his only response as he went back to his monitor.
"Because I fully intend on clouding yours, just so you know. I'm giving you fair warning," she continued sweetly. Heero once again looked at her in surprise.
"Makoto…" he started, but she cut him off.
"Oh, don't start chastising me. We both no you feel no love for Relena."
"Maybe not, but…"
"But what? That means you're free. And sexy as all hell." Mako's smile was triumphant. "Do you not want me?"
Was it her imagination or did he flush at the question. And he was also shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"I…that's not it."
"Then I don't see the problem." She turned her gaze to the screen of her monitor, still smiling. Heero stared at her for a long moment, then also turned back to work.
No emotions…I have no emotions. No emotions. No emotions. No emotions.noemotions.noemotions….
His chant was failing miserably.
~*~
Someone was there. She could feel the presence. Someone was there and they shouldn't be…
Angel kept her heart beating slowly, kept her breath deep and even. Come closer, her mind urged, using all of her concentration to seek out just where in the room this intruder was. Slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers curled around the hilt of her dagger. She thanked God she slept with it under her pillow every night.
She heard the man chuckle; a deep, venomous sound against the otherwise silent house.
Mako, where are you? her mind screamed. She felt the man kneel over her, felt his hands run over her body. She fought down the overwhelming urge to shudder in disgust as his hands lingered on the swell of her breasts for a moment. He leaned closer, closer, until she felt his breath on her cheek. His hands tugged off the sheets over her body. Then she attacked.
The dagger found purchase and sank deep. Though Angel despised that particular sensation, she put her weight behind it and pushed deeper. He let out a startled, pained cry before Angel struck the side of his head with a lamp. He collapsed on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed. His blood seeped through the sheets.
Angel shoved him off and rolled out of bed. She'd killed the man. Not that she had intended to, but…God, he was trying to rape her!
She turned franticly for the door, fearing the worst. She heard it now—minor cries and scuffles nearby. She raced out of the door, throwing knives at ready.
A crumpled body lay at Duo's feet. Still breathing hard, he looked up at Angel grimly.
"Dead?" she whispered.
"Yes. Damn it. I wanted him alive." He kicked at the body in disgust. "Then we could have found out who this S.O.B. was working for."
"Come on…let's check on the others."
As they ran through the halls, she noticed that the attackers hadn't targeted the Maganac. So far, she, Duo, Wufei, Trowa, and Heero had been attacked. They hadn't found Mako yet…
But Angel knew Mako could handle herself. Her real worry was Quatre. So far, none of the pilots had been able to keep their attackers alive. They'd killed them without meaning to, in self-defense.
Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God…Angel thought, mind racing. She turned down the hall where Quatre's room was located, and slowed. There, on the floor, where three more bodies. Apparently they'd been struck down on the way to Quatre's room. And, kneeling over them to check their pulses, was Mako.
"Mako!" Nearly crying in relief, Angel ran forward and hugged her friend. "Quatre?"
"Right here." He stepped out of the shadows, tossing Mako's gun back to her. "I'm fine."
"They—I'm sorry, I should have protected you better…but…this guy…"
Quatre nodded to the blood on her oversized shirt. "I understand."
Mako shot her a grim look, holstering her gun. She stood and noticed that the smaller woman was actually trembling. Angel never trembled. This would have been part of the job…
"What did the bastard do to you?" she growled, voice tight with rage. Angel turned her face away, sighing.
"Tried to rape me. He didn't get very far, but it's a little unnerving," she answered quietly. She waved a hand toward the bodies. "Are any of them alive? I'd like to ask them a few questions…"
"One." Mako looked at Quatre with a smirk. "Mr. Winner is a very good shot."
He managed a smile in return. "Well, unfortunately I've had plenty of practice," he replied.
Duo and Wufei were already lifting the man up. He was breathing, barely, and had a gunshot wound in the shoulder. Angel shook her head and followed them.
"Let's patch his shoulder. Then I want him to answer my questions."
"Still think they're only after Quatre?" Mako asked.
"We'll see."