1 Bodyguards: Part VII
Had Lian actually been looking forward to the shuttle hop to Hong Kong with Wufei? God, what had she been thinking?
Lian gritted her teeth and glared at the man next to her. He was meditating! The audacity of that man! Meditating! However warm he had been on the phone must have exerted his efforts, and the cold front he had been putting up since the moment they'd seen each other in person was starting to irk her.
She sighed and leaned back in her seat. She had missed him. As angry as he made her, she missed him badly. When she'd heard about his relationship with Sally she'd been jealous…it was a new sensation for her.
Her face darkened as she thought about their task…infiltrating the Dragon Regime. It was going to be damn close to impossible.
~*~
Angel was pacing, waiting by the phone for Wufei's call. Mako smirked at her and moved another marble on her Japanese Chessboard.
"You're staring to pace more often," she commented. Angel wasn't as amused.
"I can't help it! I'm nervous."
"He'll call."
Angel hated the fact that Mako could be so maddeningly calm about the whole situation.
"There are my angels," Quatre said, balancing a tray in one hand as he entered. He brought a cup of steaming tea to Angel and placed a Coke in front of Mako, smiling.
"You're awfully upbeat," Angel murmured, sipping the tea.
"Glad to be alive. Glad that my friends are alive," he replied.
"Any more curveballs, or are you done with being in the public eye for now?"
At that Quatre frowned. "I will have to return to the office. I'm sure my paperwork has piled up nicely."
"Today?" Mako asked. He nodded and sighed.
"Yes. But only one of you needs to come with me. The other can stay and wait for Wufei's report," he replied.
Angel stood and pulled on her sneakers. "Let's go. Mako, give us a call when Wufei reports," she said.
"You got it, Angie."
Quatre led her to the waiting limo, and held the door as she got in. He slid in next to her.
"I hope this helps…you needed to get away from that phone," he said softly as the limo pulled away from the curb.
"I'm still worried." She sighed. "Ever since that night at the ball…It seems like so long ago. I've been confused ever since. I don't know what they're after."
"Angel…"
"It'll be okay." She suddenly flashed that warrior grin. "I'm still perfectly capable of doing my job."
"I know." He smiled back and turned to gaze out of the window.
I'm a fool to let myself get so…involved…
~*~
He was right. The paperwork had piled high. Quatre sighed at the sight and settled down in a chair to work. Angel was left to her duties, and she settled down near the window. Her position allowed her to see both the window and the door.
Strangely, Quatre found he worked better with Angel near. It kept his mind off of many of the worries that recently had plagued him. She had been doing an excellent job so far…Mako as well.
He smiled to himself and skimmed the next paper in the stack.
~*~
Arrival in Hong Kong had always been hectic. Wufei guided Lian through the crowds, however, and picked up their baggage. He'd even arranged for transportation. Lian decided he had some uses after all.
After not seeing the man in a few years, suddenly being next to him again was a shock to her senses. She'd forgotten just how quickly he could rile her up, but then again, just how quickly she would forgive him.
"Where are we staying?" she asked.
Wufei pointed to a hotel, and she nodded. He leaned over, mouth very close to her ear.
"We…have to pretend to be husband and wife. You'll have to share my bed."
Lian felt shivers shoot up her spine, both from his close proximity and his words.
"We can do that. I trust you not to maul me in the middle of the night."
He scowled. "Of course not."
He had a feeling it was going to be a VERY interesting evening.
~*~
After a few hours, full of unpacking and showers and other such activities, Wufei pulled Lian over to a table and discussed what was to be their new house. Lian was surprised to hear that Wufei had designed and built the house with his own bare hands. He had done a good majority of the work on his own.
"I'm tired, husband," she finally said, stretching. Wufei stood and nodded.
"Very well, wife." He shucked off his shirt and slid into bed, pulling the covers down for her. She smiled and snuggled up against him.
He waited for her to sleep for what seemed like an eternity, then kissed her cheek softly and closed his own eyes. How pleasing it was to have a 'wife'…
Had Lian actually been looking forward to the shuttle hop to Hong Kong with Wufei? God, what had she been thinking?
Lian gritted her teeth and glared at the man next to her. He was meditating! The audacity of that man! Meditating! However warm he had been on the phone must have exerted his efforts, and the cold front he had been putting up since the moment they'd seen each other in person was starting to irk her.
She sighed and leaned back in her seat. She had missed him. As angry as he made her, she missed him badly. When she'd heard about his relationship with Sally she'd been jealous…it was a new sensation for her.
Her face darkened as she thought about their task…infiltrating the Dragon Regime. It was going to be damn close to impossible.
~*~
Angel was pacing, waiting by the phone for Wufei's call. Mako smirked at her and moved another marble on her Japanese Chessboard.
"You're staring to pace more often," she commented. Angel wasn't as amused.
"I can't help it! I'm nervous."
"He'll call."
Angel hated the fact that Mako could be so maddeningly calm about the whole situation.
"There are my angels," Quatre said, balancing a tray in one hand as he entered. He brought a cup of steaming tea to Angel and placed a Coke in front of Mako, smiling.
"You're awfully upbeat," Angel murmured, sipping the tea.
"Glad to be alive. Glad that my friends are alive," he replied.
"Any more curveballs, or are you done with being in the public eye for now?"
At that Quatre frowned. "I will have to return to the office. I'm sure my paperwork has piled up nicely."
"Today?" Mako asked. He nodded and sighed.
"Yes. But only one of you needs to come with me. The other can stay and wait for Wufei's report," he replied.
Angel stood and pulled on her sneakers. "Let's go. Mako, give us a call when Wufei reports," she said.
"You got it, Angie."
Quatre led her to the waiting limo, and held the door as she got in. He slid in next to her.
"I hope this helps…you needed to get away from that phone," he said softly as the limo pulled away from the curb.
"I'm still worried." She sighed. "Ever since that night at the ball…It seems like so long ago. I've been confused ever since. I don't know what they're after."
"Angel…"
"It'll be okay." She suddenly flashed that warrior grin. "I'm still perfectly capable of doing my job."
"I know." He smiled back and turned to gaze out of the window.
I'm a fool to let myself get so…involved…
~*~
He was right. The paperwork had piled high. Quatre sighed at the sight and settled down in a chair to work. Angel was left to her duties, and she settled down near the window. Her position allowed her to see both the window and the door.
Strangely, Quatre found he worked better with Angel near. It kept his mind off of many of the worries that recently had plagued him. She had been doing an excellent job so far…Mako as well.
He smiled to himself and skimmed the next paper in the stack.
~*~
Arrival in Hong Kong had always been hectic. Wufei guided Lian through the crowds, however, and picked up their baggage. He'd even arranged for transportation. Lian decided he had some uses after all.
After not seeing the man in a few years, suddenly being next to him again was a shock to her senses. She'd forgotten just how quickly he could rile her up, but then again, just how quickly she would forgive him.
"Where are we staying?" she asked.
Wufei pointed to a hotel, and she nodded. He leaned over, mouth very close to her ear.
"We…have to pretend to be husband and wife. You'll have to share my bed."
Lian felt shivers shoot up her spine, both from his close proximity and his words.
"We can do that. I trust you not to maul me in the middle of the night."
He scowled. "Of course not."
He had a feeling it was going to be a VERY interesting evening.
~*~
After a few hours, full of unpacking and showers and other such activities, Wufei pulled Lian over to a table and discussed what was to be their new house. Lian was surprised to hear that Wufei had designed and built the house with his own bare hands. He had done a good majority of the work on his own.
"I'm tired, husband," she finally said, stretching. Wufei stood and nodded.
"Very well, wife." He shucked off his shirt and slid into bed, pulling the covers down for her. She smiled and snuggled up against him.
He waited for her to sleep for what seemed like an eternity, then kissed her cheek softly and closed his own eyes. How pleasing it was to have a 'wife'…