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AN: OMG, I actually got this one out pretty quickly. Well now, I actually know where this one is headed and PLEASE REVIEW. Thanks. ^_^ It's appreciated. Um, I hope you enjoy! I really have nothing to say...
Imposter
Relena was missing, and all those who loved her were at the end of their hope. It had been five long months of arduous searching but still, they came to no avail. She had just vanished as if into thin air. Her position as Vice Foreign Minister hadn't been denounced, for people still hoped for her to come back. They claimed that it would be downright disrespectful, but still, who could take her place anyway?
((Relena's Office))
"Denise?"
Denise's head perked up from her typing at the mellifluous voice that she hadn't heard in so long. Not sure how to react, Denise took a break from her typing and uncertainly crept to the door.
"Denise, I can't open the door, my hands are full, could you please-"
Denise grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, swinging it open with a curious strength.
"Miss Relena!" her jaw dropped in awe.
"Yes?" Relena clutched the large stack of documents to her chest, a large black bag strapped over her shoulder.
"I...I- can I help you carry some of that?" Denise stepped forward only to be halted by a large, solid looking man. He wore a black T-shirt, and dark blue jeans, a gun at his hip along with a walkie-talkie on his belt. He had light blondish brown hair and a frown that increased the beauty of his perfect face.
Relena took one look at Denise's face and laughed.
"Brian, you don't have to scare her like that, and why didn't you open the door for me? You were perfectly capable-" Relena began to chastise, but was quieted by Brian's glare.
"Denise, this is my new bodyguard, Brian. I hope you two will get along," she returned Brian's glare, "nicely."
"New?" Denise whispered, aghast.
Relena smiled, shoving all the documents into Brian's arms, and opened her own to take Denise in one of those: all women do it just because men don't, hugs.
Relena pulled herself from the hug and checked her watch. "Well, I believe I have a lot of catching up to do."
With a small uncertain nod, Denise led Ms. Relena in, going over the news of what happened lately, and everything that Relena needed to catch up on. She didn't seem particularly interested, THAT lack of interest that said to Denise: I already know what you're talking about, so let me be.
Relena gave her thanks to Denise, trying her best to sound sincere, but she was bored to death already. Denise exited the room, her brow furrowed in confused contemplation.
The door closed behind Denise with a shudder. Relena fell back into the chair of her desk. It was not nearly as comfortable as the ones Dr. Maffis owned, but it was nice with the velvet covering and smooth finish that made the wood gleam.
"I don't know if I can do this," Relena muttered ashamedly.
"Oh, you're finally on a mission and now you're turning yellow?" Brian commented, staring at the ceiling while sitting on the guest couch that hugged the wall off to Relena's right. He leaned back, enjoying the smell that the leather emitted.
"I am not, it's just that if I have to WORK under these conditions, well, I might have to plead insanity when I report back to Dr. Maffis."
"Oh, that's a shame, well, not really."
Relena snorted, interrupting Brian from any further insulting.
"Well, it's a nice place you have now, and now you're out to do as you please. Well, sort of."
Brian's condolences weren't convincing.
"Yeah." Relena looked around, soaking in the surroundings. There was a window behind her desk, long light fixtures that held a fluorescent glow, even a little propped up name tag that printed 'her' name in gold letters. This was hers now, her domain, her territory. Some part of her couldn't believe it, the other part internally bragged and rejoiced at her newfound freedom contained within this mission of which she knew little about.
"Cl-Relena," Brian fumbled with her name. She chuckled and waved a finger.
"Now don't you go messing things up for me."
Brian frowned, eyes shooting not just daggers, but also a glint of mischief.
"Yeah, actually, I can screw this up for you," he said, suddenly enlightened. Relena gripped her chair, smoldering blue eyes daring him to go ahead and mess everything up.
"I was kidding, can't you take a joke? Sheesh." Brian let the length of his body take up the remainder of the couch. "Anyway, you need me as a big part in this, so I wouldn't screw it up for myself."
Relena chewed her lower lip, watching him close his eyes. He lay on his stomach, his knees hitting the end of the couch.
She sat quietly.
His breathing slowed and a soft snore was soon heard. Relena glowered at her partner but didn't disturb him.
A couple minutes passed by. Relena finally glanced at the stack of papers piled on her desk in a dizzy array.
About a half an hour later, the snores continued, the paperwork was still tedious and not even close to being done.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Relena sat back in her chair, and thus found out that it had wheels.
Twenty minutes later, after rolling back and forth for a while, she decided that enough was enough.
Stalking out of her chair, she stormed to the couch, growled, and then sat on his up back. He didn't wake, not even peek open an eye sleepily. He just kept snoring, and snoring.
"Brian, wake up!"
Snore.
"Brian! I'm hungry."
Snore and oh, a sign of living, he scratched his head.
"Brian!" she practically screamed. He didn't move.
Sighing in defeat, she proceeded to sit on him. Her eyes roamed over his gun and walkie talkie.
Oooooh, a gun. That would be fun if used properly.
Her hand was outstretched to slide it out of its holster when a hand suddenly grasped hers firmly. Brian tried to hide his laugh, but it ended up as a deep roaring sound in the back of his throat. His hand firmly had a grip on her wrist.
"Brian! Were you awake all this time? Why I ought to-"
Suddenly the door opened, a man walked in, stopped, stared, and kept staring. Relena knew how awkward the situation was: A highly respected politician sitting atop a 'sleeping' man, ready to spit out various threats, was not something you expected to see.
A flash of recognition made her stand in sudden urgency, Brian's hand falling from her wrist.
"Quatre." The man's name rolled off her tongue easily.
"Relena...um." he blushed. "Was I interrupting something?"
She felt her cheeks grow unnaturally warm.
"Well, no." Relena searched for a topic changer. "What business has been so generously nice to have me graced by your presence?"
Quatre didn't seem to take any regard to her words.
"Relena, you're back, you're finally back." A sad glimmer highlighted Quatre's light blue eyes. He strode towards Relena and captured her in an embrace that was used for times when one hadn't seen the other in a very LONG time. Relena was caught by surprise but hugged back. Her nostrils were filled with his natural scent and Old Spice. Or maybe it was something similar, what did she know? She hadn't seen sunlight since...
"We were all so worried." He breathed into her hair. He pulled away right when she was enjoying the comfort of the warmth. "Heero hasn't said anything, but I know he's sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Quatre looked bewildered. Both from her question and the gun pointed at his head. Brian was trying to hold back a smirk. It was his job to make everyone's lives tough and semi miserable.
"Brian." Relena hissed.
"What?" he kept his gun level with Quatre's forehead. "You've already said my name about a million times, WHAT IS IT?"
Quatre's eyes widened.
"Put the gun down, it's Quatre Winner. You can trust him, he's owner of the Winner-" When Relena was cut off again, she smacked the arm that held Quatre at gunpoint.
"I know, I know." He DID know in fact. When Dr. Maffis was giving them the 'inside scoop' on everyone they were probably going to associate with, he had tirelessly babbled on about the Gundam Pilots in particular.
Brian lowered his gun. "I trust no one."
Quatre had never seen this man before in his entire life, well, with Relena at least. They acted as if they'd been associated for a long period of time, maybe like...a couple.
"Quatre." Relena caught his attention. "How did you know I was back?"
Quatre remembered the call of one very flustered secretary that he'd become very close with because of his ties with Relena.
"Denise called me, reporting that you were back. I didn't believe her at first, but now I have no doubts."
Relena didn't know much about Denise. Dr. Maffis hadn't really gone into much detail with her about this woman working for her. She was going to give Dr. Maffis an earful when she reported in.
"Well, I'm glad she did call you. I've been wanting to see everyone again, it's been so long." Relena knew that wasn't the smartest thing to say.
Quatre frowned abruptly, his tone grave and carried a hard edge. "Where have you been?"
"I took an unexpected vacation," Relena replied bluntly. Quatre didn't seem to buy that.
"You left without a trace. Heero said that you hadn't left anything behind or any signs that you had packed for any occasion."
Uh oh.
Panic consumed her veraciously.
"I left so that no one could find me. Side trips were unnecessary." Relena hoped that would save her.
Dr. Maffis was going to get it now. He had never mentioned anything about the REAL Relena being infatuated with Heero Yuy. Actually, Dr. Maffis had never mentioned any of Relena's emotional ties at all.
"He also said that you walked out that night, taking off your wedding ring and leaving it on the kitchen table."
Relena couldn't think of what to say.
"What happened that night Relena?"
"I-" Relena stopped, her stomach dropping and her throat tightening. There was a deadly silence that Relena despised.
Quatre arched an eyebrow but then smiled grimly. "I suppose this isn't the proper place to discuss this."
Relena gulped, relief flooding her, and nodded. She went over to her desk and motioned for Quatre to sit down where Brian had been previously laying. Quatre sat, eyes never leaving her.
Relena looked at her watch, the tiny black hands saying it was a quarter past one. Her stomach gurgled, maybe it was telling her something.
"Would you like to join me for lunch perhaps?" Relena played with a pen that she had recently used to write and sign with earlier.
"That'd be lovely." Quatre smiled politely.
Lunch was informal and pleasing to Relena. The tense mood suddenly was vanquished and Quatre's charm was hard not to notice. It had taken them about three hours to eat. They had spent a good part of the time to re- acquaint themselves (though it was really 'Relena's' first time meeting him). News was shared along with events and stories of what was happening in other peoples' lives. Other people as in the Gundam Pilots.
Duo and Hilde were planning on getting married fairly soon, Quatre was dating a girl named Heather after a failing relationship with Dorothy was finally ended, Wufei was training in martial arts (still uninterested in the feminine species), and Trowa was currently seeing a lawyer from the colonies who still went unnamed.
Thankfully, they stayed off the subject of Heero and how he was. She knew she couldn't avoid it all her life, but she could hope for delay.
They made it back to her office by at least five thirty. Quatre walked her back up, greeting Denise as they walked in.
Relena had noticed that Brian had melded into the background to act as her 'bodyguard'. She hadn't seen him since the incident involving the door slammed in his face as they left her building. Boy, she had waited all day for that.
Relena groped the wall for the light switch, feeling an unpleasant chill grasp her. As light flooded the room, she noticed someone standing at her window, staring out at the gray overcast sky.
"Heero?"
He didn't turn around right away; he seemed to be thinking. When he DID turn around, his eyes were empty. The forever type of empty that made your heart skip a beat.
Quatre froze, unsure of what the next move was supposed to be.
"Welcome back."
Relena noticed the blandness in his tone, the dispassion that should've outraged her...if she had known him better.
Remember, you were married to him according to Quatre, so, act normal, Relena coached herself. It wasn't working though.
"Who are you?" Brian's harsh voice replaced the wordless gap.
Heero didn't even look at Brian as he moved past Relena and Quatre, gun readily in hand. Relena silently thanked Brian for his audacity and the fact that it was his part to play.
Heero didn't answer, but Brian didn't care, he already knew.
"State your business."
"I just wanted to see Relena," Heero returned uninterested. "Shoot if you like."
Brian shook his head and put away his gun.
"You play dirty." Brian joked. Heero didn't see anything funny so he turned back to the window as if it were more exciting.
"You left this." Heero held something up in his hand, she could only guess what is was. She automatically looked at his left hand, noticing the golden band around his finger.
"Is it-" Relena couldn't bring herself to ask it, for she might be wrong.
There was a soft 'clinking' sound as it hit the wood of her desk. It jumped once or twice, but then lay still. All was quiet, breaths held in anticipation. Relena walked forward a little. She saw a golden ring with two diamonds proudly accentuating the delicate loop.
Heero had walked over to Relena's side, careful not to come into any physical contact with her. She felt the heat radiating from him, breathed in his scent, could hear his soft breathing.
"Why did you go?" he finally broke the ominous silence.
The hair on her nape prickled up. She closed her eyes, pretending to be in deep reminiscence. Quatre had somehow made his way through the door with Brian, who was broadly smiling at Relena. She would've whacked him with anything she could get her hands on if not for the fact that she had to focus on what needed to be done so that she wouldn't blow her cover.
"I was just so angry, I couldn't stand being in the same room with you." Maybe she was being a bit extreme, but he seemed to believe her.
His expression softened, but his eyes remained cold. "You should've said something before things got out of hand."
Think, think, think!
"I would've, but I was afraid."
"Afraid?"
"That you wouldn't," she tried to make it as though her eyes were tearing, "You wouldn't accept it and you'd want to get a divorce."
"No," he said, his tone suddenly gentle. Relena was suddenly engulfed in his arms. His powerful arms that were hidden by the jacket he was wearing. He nestled his head into her hair and breathed in deeply. Automatically, Relena slid her arms loosely around his waist, well, a lot looser than his grip.
"I missed you," he murmured almost inaudibly. Relena almost felt guilty that she WASN'T really the one he missed, just a very good imposter.
AN: So, what do you think of it so far? Please review! Thanks! Well, it surprised me that I got this chapter! I don't think they'll come any quicker than this though. *tear* Well, thanks to those who have reviewed! I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.
AN: OMG, I actually got this one out pretty quickly. Well now, I actually know where this one is headed and PLEASE REVIEW. Thanks. ^_^ It's appreciated. Um, I hope you enjoy! I really have nothing to say...
Imposter
Relena was missing, and all those who loved her were at the end of their hope. It had been five long months of arduous searching but still, they came to no avail. She had just vanished as if into thin air. Her position as Vice Foreign Minister hadn't been denounced, for people still hoped for her to come back. They claimed that it would be downright disrespectful, but still, who could take her place anyway?
((Relena's Office))
"Denise?"
Denise's head perked up from her typing at the mellifluous voice that she hadn't heard in so long. Not sure how to react, Denise took a break from her typing and uncertainly crept to the door.
"Denise, I can't open the door, my hands are full, could you please-"
Denise grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, swinging it open with a curious strength.
"Miss Relena!" her jaw dropped in awe.
"Yes?" Relena clutched the large stack of documents to her chest, a large black bag strapped over her shoulder.
"I...I- can I help you carry some of that?" Denise stepped forward only to be halted by a large, solid looking man. He wore a black T-shirt, and dark blue jeans, a gun at his hip along with a walkie-talkie on his belt. He had light blondish brown hair and a frown that increased the beauty of his perfect face.
Relena took one look at Denise's face and laughed.
"Brian, you don't have to scare her like that, and why didn't you open the door for me? You were perfectly capable-" Relena began to chastise, but was quieted by Brian's glare.
"Denise, this is my new bodyguard, Brian. I hope you two will get along," she returned Brian's glare, "nicely."
"New?" Denise whispered, aghast.
Relena smiled, shoving all the documents into Brian's arms, and opened her own to take Denise in one of those: all women do it just because men don't, hugs.
Relena pulled herself from the hug and checked her watch. "Well, I believe I have a lot of catching up to do."
With a small uncertain nod, Denise led Ms. Relena in, going over the news of what happened lately, and everything that Relena needed to catch up on. She didn't seem particularly interested, THAT lack of interest that said to Denise: I already know what you're talking about, so let me be.
Relena gave her thanks to Denise, trying her best to sound sincere, but she was bored to death already. Denise exited the room, her brow furrowed in confused contemplation.
The door closed behind Denise with a shudder. Relena fell back into the chair of her desk. It was not nearly as comfortable as the ones Dr. Maffis owned, but it was nice with the velvet covering and smooth finish that made the wood gleam.
"I don't know if I can do this," Relena muttered ashamedly.
"Oh, you're finally on a mission and now you're turning yellow?" Brian commented, staring at the ceiling while sitting on the guest couch that hugged the wall off to Relena's right. He leaned back, enjoying the smell that the leather emitted.
"I am not, it's just that if I have to WORK under these conditions, well, I might have to plead insanity when I report back to Dr. Maffis."
"Oh, that's a shame, well, not really."
Relena snorted, interrupting Brian from any further insulting.
"Well, it's a nice place you have now, and now you're out to do as you please. Well, sort of."
Brian's condolences weren't convincing.
"Yeah." Relena looked around, soaking in the surroundings. There was a window behind her desk, long light fixtures that held a fluorescent glow, even a little propped up name tag that printed 'her' name in gold letters. This was hers now, her domain, her territory. Some part of her couldn't believe it, the other part internally bragged and rejoiced at her newfound freedom contained within this mission of which she knew little about.
"Cl-Relena," Brian fumbled with her name. She chuckled and waved a finger.
"Now don't you go messing things up for me."
Brian frowned, eyes shooting not just daggers, but also a glint of mischief.
"Yeah, actually, I can screw this up for you," he said, suddenly enlightened. Relena gripped her chair, smoldering blue eyes daring him to go ahead and mess everything up.
"I was kidding, can't you take a joke? Sheesh." Brian let the length of his body take up the remainder of the couch. "Anyway, you need me as a big part in this, so I wouldn't screw it up for myself."
Relena chewed her lower lip, watching him close his eyes. He lay on his stomach, his knees hitting the end of the couch.
She sat quietly.
His breathing slowed and a soft snore was soon heard. Relena glowered at her partner but didn't disturb him.
A couple minutes passed by. Relena finally glanced at the stack of papers piled on her desk in a dizzy array.
About a half an hour later, the snores continued, the paperwork was still tedious and not even close to being done.
Approximately fifteen minutes later, Relena sat back in her chair, and thus found out that it had wheels.
Twenty minutes later, after rolling back and forth for a while, she decided that enough was enough.
Stalking out of her chair, she stormed to the couch, growled, and then sat on his up back. He didn't wake, not even peek open an eye sleepily. He just kept snoring, and snoring.
"Brian, wake up!"
Snore.
"Brian! I'm hungry."
Snore and oh, a sign of living, he scratched his head.
"Brian!" she practically screamed. He didn't move.
Sighing in defeat, she proceeded to sit on him. Her eyes roamed over his gun and walkie talkie.
Oooooh, a gun. That would be fun if used properly.
Her hand was outstretched to slide it out of its holster when a hand suddenly grasped hers firmly. Brian tried to hide his laugh, but it ended up as a deep roaring sound in the back of his throat. His hand firmly had a grip on her wrist.
"Brian! Were you awake all this time? Why I ought to-"
Suddenly the door opened, a man walked in, stopped, stared, and kept staring. Relena knew how awkward the situation was: A highly respected politician sitting atop a 'sleeping' man, ready to spit out various threats, was not something you expected to see.
A flash of recognition made her stand in sudden urgency, Brian's hand falling from her wrist.
"Quatre." The man's name rolled off her tongue easily.
"Relena...um." he blushed. "Was I interrupting something?"
She felt her cheeks grow unnaturally warm.
"Well, no." Relena searched for a topic changer. "What business has been so generously nice to have me graced by your presence?"
Quatre didn't seem to take any regard to her words.
"Relena, you're back, you're finally back." A sad glimmer highlighted Quatre's light blue eyes. He strode towards Relena and captured her in an embrace that was used for times when one hadn't seen the other in a very LONG time. Relena was caught by surprise but hugged back. Her nostrils were filled with his natural scent and Old Spice. Or maybe it was something similar, what did she know? She hadn't seen sunlight since...
"We were all so worried." He breathed into her hair. He pulled away right when she was enjoying the comfort of the warmth. "Heero hasn't said anything, but I know he's sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
Quatre looked bewildered. Both from her question and the gun pointed at his head. Brian was trying to hold back a smirk. It was his job to make everyone's lives tough and semi miserable.
"Brian." Relena hissed.
"What?" he kept his gun level with Quatre's forehead. "You've already said my name about a million times, WHAT IS IT?"
Quatre's eyes widened.
"Put the gun down, it's Quatre Winner. You can trust him, he's owner of the Winner-" When Relena was cut off again, she smacked the arm that held Quatre at gunpoint.
"I know, I know." He DID know in fact. When Dr. Maffis was giving them the 'inside scoop' on everyone they were probably going to associate with, he had tirelessly babbled on about the Gundam Pilots in particular.
Brian lowered his gun. "I trust no one."
Quatre had never seen this man before in his entire life, well, with Relena at least. They acted as if they'd been associated for a long period of time, maybe like...a couple.
"Quatre." Relena caught his attention. "How did you know I was back?"
Quatre remembered the call of one very flustered secretary that he'd become very close with because of his ties with Relena.
"Denise called me, reporting that you were back. I didn't believe her at first, but now I have no doubts."
Relena didn't know much about Denise. Dr. Maffis hadn't really gone into much detail with her about this woman working for her. She was going to give Dr. Maffis an earful when she reported in.
"Well, I'm glad she did call you. I've been wanting to see everyone again, it's been so long." Relena knew that wasn't the smartest thing to say.
Quatre frowned abruptly, his tone grave and carried a hard edge. "Where have you been?"
"I took an unexpected vacation," Relena replied bluntly. Quatre didn't seem to buy that.
"You left without a trace. Heero said that you hadn't left anything behind or any signs that you had packed for any occasion."
Uh oh.
Panic consumed her veraciously.
"I left so that no one could find me. Side trips were unnecessary." Relena hoped that would save her.
Dr. Maffis was going to get it now. He had never mentioned anything about the REAL Relena being infatuated with Heero Yuy. Actually, Dr. Maffis had never mentioned any of Relena's emotional ties at all.
"He also said that you walked out that night, taking off your wedding ring and leaving it on the kitchen table."
Relena couldn't think of what to say.
"What happened that night Relena?"
"I-" Relena stopped, her stomach dropping and her throat tightening. There was a deadly silence that Relena despised.
Quatre arched an eyebrow but then smiled grimly. "I suppose this isn't the proper place to discuss this."
Relena gulped, relief flooding her, and nodded. She went over to her desk and motioned for Quatre to sit down where Brian had been previously laying. Quatre sat, eyes never leaving her.
Relena looked at her watch, the tiny black hands saying it was a quarter past one. Her stomach gurgled, maybe it was telling her something.
"Would you like to join me for lunch perhaps?" Relena played with a pen that she had recently used to write and sign with earlier.
"That'd be lovely." Quatre smiled politely.
Lunch was informal and pleasing to Relena. The tense mood suddenly was vanquished and Quatre's charm was hard not to notice. It had taken them about three hours to eat. They had spent a good part of the time to re- acquaint themselves (though it was really 'Relena's' first time meeting him). News was shared along with events and stories of what was happening in other peoples' lives. Other people as in the Gundam Pilots.
Duo and Hilde were planning on getting married fairly soon, Quatre was dating a girl named Heather after a failing relationship with Dorothy was finally ended, Wufei was training in martial arts (still uninterested in the feminine species), and Trowa was currently seeing a lawyer from the colonies who still went unnamed.
Thankfully, they stayed off the subject of Heero and how he was. She knew she couldn't avoid it all her life, but she could hope for delay.
They made it back to her office by at least five thirty. Quatre walked her back up, greeting Denise as they walked in.
Relena had noticed that Brian had melded into the background to act as her 'bodyguard'. She hadn't seen him since the incident involving the door slammed in his face as they left her building. Boy, she had waited all day for that.
Relena groped the wall for the light switch, feeling an unpleasant chill grasp her. As light flooded the room, she noticed someone standing at her window, staring out at the gray overcast sky.
"Heero?"
He didn't turn around right away; he seemed to be thinking. When he DID turn around, his eyes were empty. The forever type of empty that made your heart skip a beat.
Quatre froze, unsure of what the next move was supposed to be.
"Welcome back."
Relena noticed the blandness in his tone, the dispassion that should've outraged her...if she had known him better.
Remember, you were married to him according to Quatre, so, act normal, Relena coached herself. It wasn't working though.
"Who are you?" Brian's harsh voice replaced the wordless gap.
Heero didn't even look at Brian as he moved past Relena and Quatre, gun readily in hand. Relena silently thanked Brian for his audacity and the fact that it was his part to play.
Heero didn't answer, but Brian didn't care, he already knew.
"State your business."
"I just wanted to see Relena," Heero returned uninterested. "Shoot if you like."
Brian shook his head and put away his gun.
"You play dirty." Brian joked. Heero didn't see anything funny so he turned back to the window as if it were more exciting.
"You left this." Heero held something up in his hand, she could only guess what is was. She automatically looked at his left hand, noticing the golden band around his finger.
"Is it-" Relena couldn't bring herself to ask it, for she might be wrong.
There was a soft 'clinking' sound as it hit the wood of her desk. It jumped once or twice, but then lay still. All was quiet, breaths held in anticipation. Relena walked forward a little. She saw a golden ring with two diamonds proudly accentuating the delicate loop.
Heero had walked over to Relena's side, careful not to come into any physical contact with her. She felt the heat radiating from him, breathed in his scent, could hear his soft breathing.
"Why did you go?" he finally broke the ominous silence.
The hair on her nape prickled up. She closed her eyes, pretending to be in deep reminiscence. Quatre had somehow made his way through the door with Brian, who was broadly smiling at Relena. She would've whacked him with anything she could get her hands on if not for the fact that she had to focus on what needed to be done so that she wouldn't blow her cover.
"I was just so angry, I couldn't stand being in the same room with you." Maybe she was being a bit extreme, but he seemed to believe her.
His expression softened, but his eyes remained cold. "You should've said something before things got out of hand."
Think, think, think!
"I would've, but I was afraid."
"Afraid?"
"That you wouldn't," she tried to make it as though her eyes were tearing, "You wouldn't accept it and you'd want to get a divorce."
"No," he said, his tone suddenly gentle. Relena was suddenly engulfed in his arms. His powerful arms that were hidden by the jacket he was wearing. He nestled his head into her hair and breathed in deeply. Automatically, Relena slid her arms loosely around his waist, well, a lot looser than his grip.
"I missed you," he murmured almost inaudibly. Relena almost felt guilty that she WASN'T really the one he missed, just a very good imposter.
AN: So, what do you think of it so far? Please review! Thanks! Well, it surprised me that I got this chapter! I don't think they'll come any quicker than this though. *tear* Well, thanks to those who have reviewed! I hope you've enjoyed the story so far.