I don't own Gundam Wing.
Dinner with Stacy was a disaster. She chattered constantly. Trowa stared at her continually flapping lips and wondered if she ever passed out from lack of oxygen while in the middle of telling a very boring story. He stifled a yawn. He speared a piece of broccoli with his chopsticks, wishing he could spear Stacy instead, but Quatre had taught him too much of how to act like a gentleman rather than give into the temptation. At least the food was good. He'd have to remember that Roddy had recommended this place when he finally got the nerve to ask her out.
* * * * * * *
His room was dark when he walked in, but he knew someone else was in there.
"Jin?" he said in a whisper, not wanting to wake her if she were asleep.
"I'm awake," she answered.
Trowa didn't say anything as he stripped down to his underclothes and stepped into the bathroom.
"You looked nice. Where did you go?"
"On a date with Stacy from budget management," he said with disdain from the bathroom.
"Roddy set you up?"
"MmHmm," he managed to say from around his toothbrush.
Jin was quiet for a moment until he came back out from the bathroom. Without a word, he slid into bed behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She snuggled back into his warmth, thankful to have such a good friend.
"Do you think Heero's mad at me?" she asked suddenly.
Trowa thought for a minute. "No," he answered. "I think Heero's confused. And if he's mad, it's not at you. He's only mad because he can't hold you at night like Duo and I do."
Jin didn't say anything back to him, but he could almost hear her mind whirring as she engaged in intense contemplation.
"Will you take me to the doctor tomorrow?" she asked, breaking the silence again.
"Have Sally look at you."
"No, I need to go to a specialist." She paused for a moment and added in a very soft whisper, "A neurologist."
Trowa sprang into a seated position, scaring Jin. "What do you mean a neurologist? Is there something wrong, Jin? Tell me. Are you experiencing any problems with being exposed to those interrogation chips?"
Jin shook her head slowly. "I don't know. I just want to check and to be sure before…"
"Before what, Jin?"
"I just want to check."
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"Have a good date?" Roddy's cheerful voice greeted him as he entered their office that morning.
"Ugh, please don't remind me of it."
Roddy looked hurt. "You didn't have a good time? I thought you'd like her. She's awfully pretty…"
Trowa threw up his hands in mock resignation. "Pretty?" he repeated. "Pretty's all fine and dandy, but a girl's got to have some substance. She's got to have the least bit of intelligence, Roddy. I can't date a girl without a brain."
Her face lit up. "Oh, then I'd know the perfect girl."
"Don't you dare…"
"Her name's Willameena, and she works in the computer systems department."
"Roddy, I mean it…"
"Oh, come on, Trowa," she said, throwing her arms around his neck and making him look down at her. "I want you to find happiness. Please just see if you like her."
Trowa reached up and traced his fingers over the few curly bangs around her face. His other hand found itself at home on the side of her shapely hip. If only she knew how much I wanted to kiss her right now, he thought.
The tips of his hair brushed the top of her head, and Roddy looked up into the depths of both his stunning emerald eyes. She was acutely aware of his hand at her side and the fingers that came up to the side of her face. If only he knew how much I wanted to kiss him right now, she thought. "Please, Trowa?" she asked softly, closing her eyes and wanting only to feel his lips against hers. Kiss me, please?
"Fine," he said, stepping back away from her and breaking their moment. "I'll go out to dinner with this girl Willameena."
Roddy pouted at him.
"What? That's what you wanted, isn't it?" he asked, playing dumb.
"Yea," she answered finally. "How about Italian tonight?"
"Sounds good to me."
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Mistress Maxwell – ok, so I don't have a whole lot of Trowa in my Gundam Prototype story, but this one is practically centered around him. Hopefully this is enough to make up for my lack of Trowa in that fic.
Shadowgoddess – You'll figure out what's wrong with Jin soon. She's kinda messed up in the head anyway with the whole past rape, perfect soldier, mind-interrogation, and… other stuff. And you might just have to fight with Mistress Maxwell over who gets to marry Tro-chan first. She's pretty obsessed with our fave clown, too. :)
Azngurl – sorry to make you wait. End of the semester sucks with all the work I have to do. Thanks for understanding though – it makes me feel better to know that people don't hate me for not updating right away (I hope).