* Frozen Lilies.*

* Rating: Pg-13/ R for some points.

Pairings: Over all Trowa/Serena.. all though Quatre wishes is differently. Poor Boy.

Disclaimer: Writing makes me happy. But I own nothing and that makes me sad. So really, it's just a mixed feeling as I type. O well.

Summary:

~Yeah that is very creepy. I'd probably freak out and try to hide under my bed with a base-ball bat for insurance…And, would Duo be Duo if he'd didn't do what Duo did best? I think Not. He'd just be Duo then. Not Duo. And we all love Duo. ::gets major headache and swirly eyed from the loopy logic:: And I am honestly trying to.

~::Blushes:: Aww, you called me witty. I feel so grand at the moment. And yes that is saying a LOT. I haven't even read through it in one sitting. You deserve a candy bar of your choice. Emperor size.

~Nope, not married yet. I have to plan the scene for that and all the funnies that'll happen. Then again, who knows what I might do? I don't. And I'm me, isn't that scary?

~::Twitch:: To not notice you laughing would be like not noticing the Titanic's arse up in the air and sinking. It just isn't done. :: Cracks knuckles, and clears throat.:: This is your cue to run. RUN!!! RUN AND TREMBLE LEST I SIC MYSELF UPON THEE AND ….do things of unnamable torture. So horrible, they haven't even been invented yet.

~Let us all pray fervently that Quatre has patience lest we have a rabies-driven WWF smack-down. ::Snorts:: Yeah right, like you all don't want to see that.

~No. No. I'm glad your glad, really. So let's all share the gladness and be gald. Lallalalala la. I don't know why he never gets the girl. I'm going to create one for him though, or give him one of the others. Or maybe…..hmmmm.

A life changing decision is made. Whooooooo, mind bogglelization. Make Mary. Or Joseph. Whatever rocks your boat.

 

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Chapter Two.

A forest is, has, and always will be something scared to a fairy tale.  Many tales and stories of great heroics, or any other type of tale such as hunting ones, will always have a forest in the setting. In any good fantasy novel there is always a magical forest or a Dark forest or something to that degree. The point is you can't have magic without a forest. And what good's a fairy tale without magic. Therefore, I give you a forest. Merry Christmas, you…reader-thingy you.

This was one of those regular run of the mills, you've seen one you've seen them all type forest. Nothing of particular interest thrived in there aside from that old dragon (rendered toothless and senile by old age though he can tale you a good thing about preparing knight's a la BBQ or how to use that tin can they are always in to seal in the flavor.) and the witch with a standard wart the size of the north pole smack-doodle right on the tip of her crooked nose and they pretty much reside way away from anything or anybody remotely looking like trouble.

Or, in this particular case, Death. Also known as Heero. And if you really want to get technical, Serena's estranged father. Sort of. The estranged part, I mean. He really is her father.

Ahem, so basically this is your normal forest with normal critters and normal fauna. Nothing special. However, there is one minor detail that places this forest in a different class from the rest.

This difference happens to be so innocuous that no one notices. Well, except for the elfin kind. And that's only because they are that detail.

Yes, dear reader, this forest is home to a populace (a rather healthy one might I add) of Wood elves. And a few other elves that are on a permanent vacation from the rest of the world. The forest itself is protected by a barrier designed to keep any unwelcome visitor out. It's ancient magic and therefore unbreakable. So neah heah, to all you who wish to enter.

All right, so maybe it wasn't a normal forest after all, but who gives a flying rats bum? Nothing good ever comes from being normal anyways.

So your forest is a magical, whoop-deee do for you. Bet your just glowing with happiness. Well, shut it off, you're blinding people. 

Anycrap.

Heero was on a mission. Not that this was of particular interest, but this was a mission of a different sort. You see, Heero had just recently found his daughter. It would only stand to reason that honor should have him return to his lover's family to inform them of their grand child. Honor was such a pain in the ass. He'd never gotten along with Serenity's father, and he doubted his time away had changed anything. The old pansy petal picker was as stubborn as a rock, and just as hard headed.

Heero really disliked the elf-lord…..

Lord???! Huh, where the hell did this come from? Good God, there's one of those bumps I was warning ye of.

….well, he didn't really like anybody, with the exception of his daughter he could care less if every individual moron swan dived off the face of the planet. And kept diving. Forever. And ever. And ever….and- well, ye get idea, yes?

Right then, anyways.

It was not his fault really, that the tree hugger lord- well, that was rather uncalled for as he was, by species definition, a tree hugger as well, but it worked for this case nonetheless- had an acute dislike for anything on two legs with a package, you know what package I'm talking about right?

And we all know that it was all right to call someone else a name and not include yourself in the same category. But, oh well, what are you gonna do?

So, our dear death walker Elf of the woods, father of our beloved heroine was on a journey home. Not to his mind you, but his lover's home. Duty had him by the ear and was dragging him all the way back to that godforsaken place just for the mere task of informing that tree-hugger that he had a granddaughter and that as such she was the heiress to the elfin throne.

Heero was not amused in the least.

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Serena was happy. But happy at times wasn't enough to satisfy anybody for long. It was hard to just ignore all the questions that plagued her mind night and day, day and afternoon, morning and night, demanding answers that she had not a bloody fraggin' clue how to answer.

It was just more then a little annoying. 

And lately, she couldn't help but fell a little…distance between her and Trowa. She tried to tell herself that it was just the after effects of his curse(or the fact that he was still quasi-cursed) but Serena had never been one to be the fool, nor act the fool just for the sake of blissful 'ignorance'. That was just asking for trouble. She'd had enough trouble in the past half a year to last her a millennia, thank you kindly but no.

Serena was no fool, and never would be. And she'd most likely take her peashooter to thy head, if thou ever implyist such a fool hardy notion. Thy would be seriously begging for a beating.

 And yes, dear reader, that was a rather sad attempt at Olde English. Laugh it up. I know I rat out on it, you don't have to rub it in. Ingrates.

But, hey, I try right?

Maybe there was something wrong with her?

No, certainly not. Trowa. There was something wrong with him……Hmmm.

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As a rule in this twisted universe, when bad thoughts are being thought of someone that someone will sneeze. Hard.

And that's just what Trowa did. He sneezed. And fell over. In that order exactly. When he retrieved his equilibrium and stood up, he was struck by another sneeze followed quickly by a sniffle. Then another round of sneezes.

A few curse of choice splattered here and there for good measure.

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Perhaps there was a stick up his….yeah…. Figuratively speaking of course.

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"AHHHH-CHOOO!!!"

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Or maybe he was suffering from something else. Rabies maybe?

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             Chibi Trowa goes:

" AHHH-CHOO, AHH-CHOO, AHHH…..AHHHHH..." Sigh. Then, "CHOOOOO!!"

Chibi Trowa goes:

Crash.

Chibi Trowa goes:

"Goddammit…::sniffle::"

Which totally undermines the chibi-ness of Trowa.

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Well, Serena mused, if that were the case, perhaps she could help him get over it. Who knows? She was an elf. Maybe they had some sort of healing powers.

Why was Heero not here? She needed him to explain everything to her. Go figure he'd cut out just when she would need him the most. Wasn't it just her luck? Trowa wasn't helping( he was sulking like a school boy who just got caught pulling the wings off of fly's and then sent to the corner, and was just kind of sitting there. Staring at the wall).

I mean, seriously. Look at all the things that had happened to her in her life. It was just so obvious that she was irony's chew toy.

Nibble, nibble, chew. It was entirely too much of a pain in the ass. She wanted answers to her questions and she wanted them now.

Thus reaching this paramount decision, Serena stood up in a flurry of feminine determination and flounced from the library in a blaze of glory, intent on informing Trowa of her newest thought.

Lord have mercy on his poor soul.

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After that last bought of sneezes, Trowa had figured that he was better off staying down. He knew when he was beat. And, lordie was he beat. By sneezes no less….low blow to the pride. Ouch.

He sighed, then stared up at the ceiling beams with avid fascination. Or as much fascination as one could muster when one is staring at spider webs and dust bunnies. Which wasn't, by any standards, much. He'd never noticed how many cob-webs draped themselves from the beams and in the corners of the room. Why weren't the servants taking care of this?

Then again, he frowned, chances were the spiders were probably denizens of the castle that were still caught in the curse. He'd noticed that many things were still cursed. He and the fairy boys were a few to name.  

Wow, a new thought train to drive around in circles. What fun.

And this was how Serena found him.

Laying on the floor, his nose slightly red, as he contemplated the meaning of ceilings and spider-webs. And for the umpteenth time, Serena wondered about his mentality and whether or not he was 'touched' in the head.

All in a days work, as it were.

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Ugh, I finally finished the chapter. ::Falls over in death like …er…fall. Yes. Lame. Very much so.::

My main excuse for this chapter being out as late as it is, is because I had 'issues' (Inner Romantic, hint HINT) to deal with. And, I have final exams coming up, so I'm having heart attacks daily trying to get my work in and my grades up. Take your pick.

Also, when I went to save this, I accidentally clicked 'print' and then my computer froze. So, after having a complete nervous break down, I pressed the 'restart' button and sat through several heart attacks waiting for the Comp to start up. But, blessed technology saved most of the chapter so….sigh, I'm good. Thank Jesus.

Jokes:  Never have I heard a word so accurate as Politics. 'Poli' meaning many, and 'Tic' meaning blood sucking creature. Add the 's' for plural.

Advice: If you honestly hate someone, or something, perhaps you should try to live as them(or it) for a day or so. In this way, you will understand them(or it) better and in that understanding you will find that your hate may not be justified. Unless of course, after walking the proverbial mile in their shoes, you find that you still hate them and still don't get what makes them the way they are.