Disclaimer: I don't own a thing so please don't sue me! You don't want my
dust pile, trust me.
Author's Note: I've gotten this far, and I like how this is heading. I have big plans for the rest of the story, but read and review this first please! Thank you, enjoy.
Love will not Die
Part III
By, Silver Fox
'What can I do now?' Quatre thought frantically as he looked in on Dorothy sleeping. 'How can I help her? What power do I have?' For the past two weeks, these kinds of thoughts were all Quatre could think about. Dorothy was living with him, just like she had been for several months, but now she was so weak she could barely get out of bed. This disease seemed to be sapping all of her strength. Her face had grown much paler than usual, and it was never that dark to begin with. She seemed to get thinner and more fragile every day. She had refused to eat one day, until Quatre begged her and begged her until she finally ate some soup. It hurt him so much to watch her almost fade away right before his eyes. He constantly called the hospital and ordered them to double-check everything it see if they had heart for her yet. He also pleaded to take her in because she was so weak, but they insisted to keep her home unless of an emergency. So he cursed at them, hung up, and worried some more. Worry, worry, that's all he ever did. Sure, he was a worrywart from the very start, but now, this whole situation was putting him at his wits end. But now, he had to bring Dorothy her lunch. So he picked up the heavy tray and headed down the hallway. The tray was so heavy because not only was her lunch on it, but something else also. Something special, and heavy, just for her. He finally reached her room, and knocked softly on the door.
"Dorothy?" he called ever so gently.
"Yes?" a weak and muffled voice called back.
"I have your lunch, can I come in?"
"Sure."
With that, he cautiously opened the door to see Dorothy in the bed, looked very exhausted. All of the remaining color in her cheeks seemed to have been drained. But when she opened her light crystal blue eyes, he felt an internal sigh of relief. In them, he saw great purity and love. Without another word, he approached her and set the tray down on the table. He then pulled up a chair for himself.
"So, are you feeling any better today?" he asked earnestly.
"I am now that you're here," she said with a small smile. Quatre instantly felt a great weight lifted off his chest at this.
"Well, now, what's for lunch?"
"I made your favorite, baked salmon stakes with a side of mixed vegetables."
"You made?" she teased playfully.
He blushed. "Ok, so the cook made it. But I helped, a little," he laughed.
She giggled. "I don't care who made it, as long as I get to eat it."
He felt much better upon hearing this. She certainly seemed to be in better spirits than usual. Her mood and disposition had definitely improved if nothing else. "Alright, now sit up so you can eat."
"Will you help me up?"
"Why wouldn't I?" So he took her hands and helped to pull her up. But he didn't account for how hard he was pulling, and she went up, and fell straight into his arms. Ok, so maybe he didn't mind that part, as they were both laughing as they were in that position. Soon she stopped laughing and looked at him more seriously, and he was looking at her the same way, with a kind of hidden passion awakened. He started to pull away when she held onto him tighter.
"No, just hold me a little while longer."
"Dorothy?"
"Shhhh, don't question. Some moments don't need words."
They were hushed for a while before Dorothy finally broke the silence with a few piercing words.
"Quatre, I think I'm going to die."
These words stabbed him like a hot dagger. His shaky voice uttered "What?"
"Just what I said. I think you know it too." "N-no Dorothy. You aren't going to die. I won't let it happen."
"Well," she turned to stare out the window, "I don't think there's really anything either of us can do."
"I'm doing everything I can. As soon as they find you a heart transplant."
"And what if they don't? What if they can't, or I die first or something? Maybe that'd be for the best for everyone."
Quatre did his best to keep from bursting into tears, for her sake. He looked her straight in the eye. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you talking like this?"
"Well can you really blame me? I'm so tired, I feel helpless, my nerves are shot, I can't take it! I wish I could just go out and do something, like go to movies, or the store, like I used to."
"Dorothy."
"I mean, what if you were in this situation, would you still be hopeful?"
"Well, that's hard to say."
"Exactly, you would probably feel the same way. Anyway, I've got to get up. If I sit around in this bed any longer, I'm going to go crazy."
"Well, are you sure you want to..I mean, shouldn't you get your rest?"
"Trust me, if I stay stationary much longer, I think I'm going to go crazy." she held out her arms, "Would you mind helping me up?"
"Of course I will." He got up from sitting on her bed and grabbed her hands. "Ready; on three. One, two, three." On three he pulled her up and into his arms. "There, that wasn't so bad."
"Why no," she stroked his face. "It wasn't bad at all."
He smiled at her and gave her a kiss.
She got teary eyed. "I just keep thinking that this'll be the last time that I ever hold you and touch you and feel your love."
He put a finger over her lips. "It won't be. I promise you, you will feel my love for a long time.
"Quatre, I want to say something. You see I-,"
"Master Quatre, there is someone here to see you." Rashid was at the door.
"Tell them to come back later."
"They say that it's very important they see you."
Quatre groaned, but then turned to Dorothy. "I won't be long. Just let me deal with this and I'll come right back. I promise."
"Alright, I'll get dressed."
"Just be careful, darling. I don't want to find you passed out on the floor."
"Don't worry, I'll be alright."
Quatre gave her a quick kiss and squeeze and then went out of the room and down the hallway with his servant Rashid. He had to walk through a lot of winding hallways through his mansion until he reached the front lobby where this person was waiting. The person was sitting on a chair, facing the other direction. And yet, she looked familiar. When Quatre realized who it was, his eyes widened. But he quickly put on a professional face as he turned to Rashid.
"Thank you, Rashid. You may go, I can handle it from here."
"Yes, Master Quatre."
The tall man left as the platinum golden haired one started to make his way across the room. He stalked like a cat, not making any sound. As he approached the chair, he cleared his throat loudly. The woman in the chair jumped up and looked him over. She put her hands on her hips and gave a grin. He merely nodded curtly toward her.
"Quatre Rababa Winner. Well you haven't changed."
"Sera."
She held out her arms. He didn't move. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"You're not going to give me a hug?"
"No. I don't even want to touch you."
She flicked her shoulder length brown hair. "Oh don't tell me you're still mad at me?"
Seeing her again brought back so many bad memories. She was his old girlfriend. Well, actually old fiancé. They had been very much in love. Or rather, he had been in love with her and she had been in love with his money, and one of his servants. He had caught her stealing money from his account and putting it into hers, and then she slept with one of his servants when he threatened to tell. Quatre's eyes remained rocklike.
"Well Sera I think I have well enough reason to still be upset with you. You broke my heart after all."
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"
"Say it as much as you like, but I'll never forgive you."
She sighed, rather melodramatically, and made a little pout face before she said.
"Well the reason I came here is to try to make peace with. You know, to sort of put the past behind us, no hard feelings?" she stuck out her hand and Quatre backed away from it. The resentment showed on her face. But then, the resentment turned to a sly type of look. "Besides Quatre, I know."
He eyed her suspiciously. "You know what?"
"Well, how about this. I'll give you a hint and you can see if you get it right."
"Sera, I am not in the mood for your games."
"Just play along. I'll say one word, and you should understand what I know about." Quatre had turned around, not wanting to hear her. She grinned and said "Chagus."
Quatre nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to face her. That was Dorothy's disease, chagus disease. He stared at her long and hard. "How did you find out about that?"
She clapped her hands together looking very pleased with herself. "Aha! So now we're getting somewhere. I knew this would interest you."
Quatre shot her a look that could kill. "I don't have time for your sick games," he growled, "now tell me, how did you find that out?"
"Oh, but I'm not done yet," she smirked as she started pacing around him. "I have yet another word clue to give you. Well actually it's only two letters. D, and C."
Quatre reared his head back. D.C. Dorothy Catalonia. Where and how did she find all of this out? Seeing the look of shock and anger spread across his face, she smiled and said,
"Oh ho, so you are interested. You are curious as to what I know."
Before he could answer she spoke again. "I have a two word clue now. Love, and death."
Upon hearing this, Quatre lost his control and grabbed Sera by the arms, pinning them to her side, stared into her eyes with malice, and growled at her.
"Listen, you two timing backstabbing bitch. It's bad enough what you did to me, but if you do a thing to Dorothy I swear I'll rip your spine out!"
Strangely enough, Sera looked quite pleased with herself, knowing she'd gotten to him, and henceforth won the game she was playing with him. "Why Quatre, you said you didn't even want to touch me, and yet you have." He released her. "Yes, I know about your "love" Dorothy and how she had Chagus disease which could be fatal. And do you know how I know? Because she's my cousin, so I heard it through the grapevine."
Quatre was a bit taken back. Cousin? Sera was Dorothy's cousin? Dorothy had never mentioned that she even knew Sera. "But.how.why didn't she."
"You mean why didn't she ever mention me?"
Quatre, not realizing she was winning, nodded. "Well the two of us have never gotten along, so it's no wonder she never mentioned she even knew me. But, I find it a little amusing. That after breaking our engagement you would fall in love with my cousin." She looked a bit angry about this.
"Wait a minute, I did break the engagement, because you never loved me. Or don't you remember? You were only after my money, and when one of my servants found and threatened to tell me, you persuaded him not to by doing sexual favors for him. And don't deny that, I caught you two in the act. So don't be upset with me about breaking our engagement, when it was your fault."
"It was not my fault!" She screamed, "I was going to have the perfect life. A rich husband, a mansion, everything I wanted. It didn't matter that I really didn't love you, you stole my dream from me!"
"Well excuse me for wanting to marry someone who loves me, not just my money!"
"You know what," she put her head in her hand, "maybe I should just leave."
"Good, leave! I never wanted you here in the first place!"
"Fine, goodbye." She started to turn when she stopped on her heel. "Look, I'm sorry. Let's just shake hands and call a truce."
Quatre was very apprehensive, but decided that if it would get her out he should do it. "Alright, truce."
He stuck out his hand and grasped hers. They look at each other for a second. Then, she used her other hand to give him a sharp punch in the nose. Quatre staggered back, clutching his nose. When his attention wasn't on her, Sera whipped out a hypodermic needle filled with a blue liquid. She ran up behind him and stuck the needle in his arm. He pushed her off of him and tried to run away. But whatever was in that needle was making him woozy. Everything was going black. Then, he fell to the floor and passed out.
Author's Note: Quite the cliffhanger, huh? I'll post more as I finish it, but please give me your feedback, I'll listen to just about anything!
Author's Note: I've gotten this far, and I like how this is heading. I have big plans for the rest of the story, but read and review this first please! Thank you, enjoy.
Love will not Die
Part III
By, Silver Fox
'What can I do now?' Quatre thought frantically as he looked in on Dorothy sleeping. 'How can I help her? What power do I have?' For the past two weeks, these kinds of thoughts were all Quatre could think about. Dorothy was living with him, just like she had been for several months, but now she was so weak she could barely get out of bed. This disease seemed to be sapping all of her strength. Her face had grown much paler than usual, and it was never that dark to begin with. She seemed to get thinner and more fragile every day. She had refused to eat one day, until Quatre begged her and begged her until she finally ate some soup. It hurt him so much to watch her almost fade away right before his eyes. He constantly called the hospital and ordered them to double-check everything it see if they had heart for her yet. He also pleaded to take her in because she was so weak, but they insisted to keep her home unless of an emergency. So he cursed at them, hung up, and worried some more. Worry, worry, that's all he ever did. Sure, he was a worrywart from the very start, but now, this whole situation was putting him at his wits end. But now, he had to bring Dorothy her lunch. So he picked up the heavy tray and headed down the hallway. The tray was so heavy because not only was her lunch on it, but something else also. Something special, and heavy, just for her. He finally reached her room, and knocked softly on the door.
"Dorothy?" he called ever so gently.
"Yes?" a weak and muffled voice called back.
"I have your lunch, can I come in?"
"Sure."
With that, he cautiously opened the door to see Dorothy in the bed, looked very exhausted. All of the remaining color in her cheeks seemed to have been drained. But when she opened her light crystal blue eyes, he felt an internal sigh of relief. In them, he saw great purity and love. Without another word, he approached her and set the tray down on the table. He then pulled up a chair for himself.
"So, are you feeling any better today?" he asked earnestly.
"I am now that you're here," she said with a small smile. Quatre instantly felt a great weight lifted off his chest at this.
"Well, now, what's for lunch?"
"I made your favorite, baked salmon stakes with a side of mixed vegetables."
"You made?" she teased playfully.
He blushed. "Ok, so the cook made it. But I helped, a little," he laughed.
She giggled. "I don't care who made it, as long as I get to eat it."
He felt much better upon hearing this. She certainly seemed to be in better spirits than usual. Her mood and disposition had definitely improved if nothing else. "Alright, now sit up so you can eat."
"Will you help me up?"
"Why wouldn't I?" So he took her hands and helped to pull her up. But he didn't account for how hard he was pulling, and she went up, and fell straight into his arms. Ok, so maybe he didn't mind that part, as they were both laughing as they were in that position. Soon she stopped laughing and looked at him more seriously, and he was looking at her the same way, with a kind of hidden passion awakened. He started to pull away when she held onto him tighter.
"No, just hold me a little while longer."
"Dorothy?"
"Shhhh, don't question. Some moments don't need words."
They were hushed for a while before Dorothy finally broke the silence with a few piercing words.
"Quatre, I think I'm going to die."
These words stabbed him like a hot dagger. His shaky voice uttered "What?"
"Just what I said. I think you know it too." "N-no Dorothy. You aren't going to die. I won't let it happen."
"Well," she turned to stare out the window, "I don't think there's really anything either of us can do."
"I'm doing everything I can. As soon as they find you a heart transplant."
"And what if they don't? What if they can't, or I die first or something? Maybe that'd be for the best for everyone."
Quatre did his best to keep from bursting into tears, for her sake. He looked her straight in the eye. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you talking like this?"
"Well can you really blame me? I'm so tired, I feel helpless, my nerves are shot, I can't take it! I wish I could just go out and do something, like go to movies, or the store, like I used to."
"Dorothy."
"I mean, what if you were in this situation, would you still be hopeful?"
"Well, that's hard to say."
"Exactly, you would probably feel the same way. Anyway, I've got to get up. If I sit around in this bed any longer, I'm going to go crazy."
"Well, are you sure you want to..I mean, shouldn't you get your rest?"
"Trust me, if I stay stationary much longer, I think I'm going to go crazy." she held out her arms, "Would you mind helping me up?"
"Of course I will." He got up from sitting on her bed and grabbed her hands. "Ready; on three. One, two, three." On three he pulled her up and into his arms. "There, that wasn't so bad."
"Why no," she stroked his face. "It wasn't bad at all."
He smiled at her and gave her a kiss.
She got teary eyed. "I just keep thinking that this'll be the last time that I ever hold you and touch you and feel your love."
He put a finger over her lips. "It won't be. I promise you, you will feel my love for a long time.
"Quatre, I want to say something. You see I-,"
"Master Quatre, there is someone here to see you." Rashid was at the door.
"Tell them to come back later."
"They say that it's very important they see you."
Quatre groaned, but then turned to Dorothy. "I won't be long. Just let me deal with this and I'll come right back. I promise."
"Alright, I'll get dressed."
"Just be careful, darling. I don't want to find you passed out on the floor."
"Don't worry, I'll be alright."
Quatre gave her a quick kiss and squeeze and then went out of the room and down the hallway with his servant Rashid. He had to walk through a lot of winding hallways through his mansion until he reached the front lobby where this person was waiting. The person was sitting on a chair, facing the other direction. And yet, she looked familiar. When Quatre realized who it was, his eyes widened. But he quickly put on a professional face as he turned to Rashid.
"Thank you, Rashid. You may go, I can handle it from here."
"Yes, Master Quatre."
The tall man left as the platinum golden haired one started to make his way across the room. He stalked like a cat, not making any sound. As he approached the chair, he cleared his throat loudly. The woman in the chair jumped up and looked him over. She put her hands on her hips and gave a grin. He merely nodded curtly toward her.
"Quatre Rababa Winner. Well you haven't changed."
"Sera."
She held out her arms. He didn't move. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"You're not going to give me a hug?"
"No. I don't even want to touch you."
She flicked her shoulder length brown hair. "Oh don't tell me you're still mad at me?"
Seeing her again brought back so many bad memories. She was his old girlfriend. Well, actually old fiancé. They had been very much in love. Or rather, he had been in love with her and she had been in love with his money, and one of his servants. He had caught her stealing money from his account and putting it into hers, and then she slept with one of his servants when he threatened to tell. Quatre's eyes remained rocklike.
"Well Sera I think I have well enough reason to still be upset with you. You broke my heart after all."
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"
"Say it as much as you like, but I'll never forgive you."
She sighed, rather melodramatically, and made a little pout face before she said.
"Well the reason I came here is to try to make peace with. You know, to sort of put the past behind us, no hard feelings?" she stuck out her hand and Quatre backed away from it. The resentment showed on her face. But then, the resentment turned to a sly type of look. "Besides Quatre, I know."
He eyed her suspiciously. "You know what?"
"Well, how about this. I'll give you a hint and you can see if you get it right."
"Sera, I am not in the mood for your games."
"Just play along. I'll say one word, and you should understand what I know about." Quatre had turned around, not wanting to hear her. She grinned and said "Chagus."
Quatre nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to face her. That was Dorothy's disease, chagus disease. He stared at her long and hard. "How did you find out about that?"
She clapped her hands together looking very pleased with herself. "Aha! So now we're getting somewhere. I knew this would interest you."
Quatre shot her a look that could kill. "I don't have time for your sick games," he growled, "now tell me, how did you find that out?"
"Oh, but I'm not done yet," she smirked as she started pacing around him. "I have yet another word clue to give you. Well actually it's only two letters. D, and C."
Quatre reared his head back. D.C. Dorothy Catalonia. Where and how did she find all of this out? Seeing the look of shock and anger spread across his face, she smiled and said,
"Oh ho, so you are interested. You are curious as to what I know."
Before he could answer she spoke again. "I have a two word clue now. Love, and death."
Upon hearing this, Quatre lost his control and grabbed Sera by the arms, pinning them to her side, stared into her eyes with malice, and growled at her.
"Listen, you two timing backstabbing bitch. It's bad enough what you did to me, but if you do a thing to Dorothy I swear I'll rip your spine out!"
Strangely enough, Sera looked quite pleased with herself, knowing she'd gotten to him, and henceforth won the game she was playing with him. "Why Quatre, you said you didn't even want to touch me, and yet you have." He released her. "Yes, I know about your "love" Dorothy and how she had Chagus disease which could be fatal. And do you know how I know? Because she's my cousin, so I heard it through the grapevine."
Quatre was a bit taken back. Cousin? Sera was Dorothy's cousin? Dorothy had never mentioned that she even knew Sera. "But.how.why didn't she."
"You mean why didn't she ever mention me?"
Quatre, not realizing she was winning, nodded. "Well the two of us have never gotten along, so it's no wonder she never mentioned she even knew me. But, I find it a little amusing. That after breaking our engagement you would fall in love with my cousin." She looked a bit angry about this.
"Wait a minute, I did break the engagement, because you never loved me. Or don't you remember? You were only after my money, and when one of my servants found and threatened to tell me, you persuaded him not to by doing sexual favors for him. And don't deny that, I caught you two in the act. So don't be upset with me about breaking our engagement, when it was your fault."
"It was not my fault!" She screamed, "I was going to have the perfect life. A rich husband, a mansion, everything I wanted. It didn't matter that I really didn't love you, you stole my dream from me!"
"Well excuse me for wanting to marry someone who loves me, not just my money!"
"You know what," she put her head in her hand, "maybe I should just leave."
"Good, leave! I never wanted you here in the first place!"
"Fine, goodbye." She started to turn when she stopped on her heel. "Look, I'm sorry. Let's just shake hands and call a truce."
Quatre was very apprehensive, but decided that if it would get her out he should do it. "Alright, truce."
He stuck out his hand and grasped hers. They look at each other for a second. Then, she used her other hand to give him a sharp punch in the nose. Quatre staggered back, clutching his nose. When his attention wasn't on her, Sera whipped out a hypodermic needle filled with a blue liquid. She ran up behind him and stuck the needle in his arm. He pushed her off of him and tried to run away. But whatever was in that needle was making him woozy. Everything was going black. Then, he fell to the floor and passed out.
Author's Note: Quite the cliffhanger, huh? I'll post more as I finish it, but please give me your feedback, I'll listen to just about anything!