Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or it's characters. I only own my own
twisted plot ideas, and Sera.
Author's Note: Well it's been an interesting ride so far, hasn't it? Let's see what I can do now.
Love will not Die
Part XII
By, Silver Fox
Quatre tightened his hands as he gripped his hair. All the excruciating waiting was nearly killing him. His knees were tightening on his head. All the while he slowly rocked himself back and forth. Screaming thoughts were racing through his head. He honestly had never been so scared in his entire life. He felt so much, fear, worry and guilt. He thought horrific things. He kept imagining that Iria would come out and tell him that Dorothy was dead. 'Oh Lord, please don't let her die. I still love her. I love her more than anything in the world. And she doesn't know. She probably thinks that I hate her now. Please, don't let her die.' He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his best fried Trowa. He sighed, and swallowed.
"Hello Trowa."
He sat down next to him. "Quatre, are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright. I haven't seen her in 6 months. It's been 6 months since we fought. And I don't want to see her."
"Dead." Trowa said bluntly. He nodded. "I know. Of course you don't want her to die, you still love her."
"Of course I do. I don't want the next time I see her to be in the morgue."
Trowa patted him on the back. "Well Iria's in there working on her now, and I'm sure she'll be fine. I'd trust Iria with my life."
"I know; I would too." He suddenly became very silent. The whole waiting room was filled with an earsplitting deafening silence. Trowa could sense that he needed to be alone.
"I'm going to go now. If you need me, you know where to find me."
"Thank you." He watched his brown haired friend walk away. Then, he was looking at the people in the waiting room. They were all so different. But there was one who really looked out of place. A black haired girl dressed in very skimpy clothes was sitting across from him. She was staring at him very intensely. He looked away, trying to ignore the stare. But when he looked back, she was still staring at him. Very vexed, he picked up a magazine and tried to focus on that. But the burning stare of the unknown girl was starting to get to him. He set the magazine back on the table and started staring at her.
"May I help you?"
She still was staring at him. "Who are you?"
He shot her an annoyed look. "Why should I tell you that? I don't even know you."
"Yeah, I know, but you remind me of somebody."
"And who would that be?"
She flicked her bouncy hair. "I think you remind me of a picture I saw once."
He shook his head and sighed. This girl obviously was not the brightest light of the bunch. In fact she seemed quite ditzy. "I remind you of a picture?"
"Do you know D-chan? I think I saw you and her in a picture that she has."
His interest was peaked. Could it be she was talking about her? "This person you call D-chan, is her name Dorothy?"
She nodded. "Yeah, Dorothy. She's always looking at that picture of her and the blond guy, and the blonde guy looks like you." Then she made the connection. "Hey, I think that blond guy is you!"
He felt a form of relief. She knew Dorothy. He instantly walked across the room to sit next to her. "You know Dorothy?" he asked eagerly. "Dorothy Catalonia?"
"Yeah, I know her," she said proudly. "She's my friend. But she is kinda mean to me." She pouted a little. "She shoved her cigarette butt down my throat. I thought that was mean."
Quatre was laughing silently. 'This is definitely the same Dorothy we're talking about.' "Yeah that was mean, but where has she been? Has she talked about me? My name's Quatre."
She thought. "Well, she's been living in my apartment complex, that's how I know her. You're Quatre? Yeah, she talks about you."
"What does she say?"
He was interrupted by his sister appearing over him. He stood up and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Iria, is she alright? Did she make it? Will she be alright?"
"Whoa, slow down little brother." She put her hands up. "Anyway, it was a very close call, but she's fine now. She's even awake, and quite the rebel at that. I told her to stay in her bed and rest. And wouldn't you know it, she's ignored me, got up and sat on the window and started smoking a cigarette. I swear, she won't listen to anyone. You can see her now Quatre. Follow me."
As he followed his sister, he didn't exactly know what to feel. He was so relieved that she wasn't dead, but what would he say to her? Would an apology be enough? He shook his head as he found himself outside her door. Iraia slowly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" an annoyed voice chimed. Quatre felt his heart lift just from hearing her.
"Dorothy, it's Iria. Can I come in?"
"Oh. Ok sure if it's you." She opened the door and Quatre had to stop himself from gasping. She was sitting at the window smoking, but she looked different. She was so thin. She was skinny to begin with, but now she seemed to be nothing but a gaunt skin wrapped too tightly over a skeleton.
"Uh, Dorothy?"
"What?"
"I have a visitor to see you."
Still staring out the window, she shook her head. "Iria, I told you I don't want to see anyb-," she stopped herself as she looked over and saw Quatre. The inside of her mouth suddenly went dry and she dropped her cigarette. "Quatre. Could you give us a minute, Iria?"
She smiled. "Of course. Call me if you need anything." She closed the door. Outside the door, she crossed her fingers. "Please, they have to make up now. Here's hoping." She walked down the hall.
Inside the room, there was a large amount of tangible tension hanging in the air. The two just stared at each other, unmoving, barely breathing. They were both looking into each other's eyes, listening to the words neither of them could say. She bent down and picked up her cigarette, her eyes never leaving him. Taking a risk, he slowly started to move toward her.
"Hi," he said meekly.
"Hi." she said back quietly.
"Um, are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine now, thanks." She didn't sound annoyed anymore. Her voice had such genuine emotion in it. "They said I almost died, again." She laughed slightly. "But hey, you know me, life on the edge."
"Yeah, that is you." He finally reached the window. "Is there room enough on this sill one more?"
"Oh yeah, sure. Here," she scooted down and patted the spot next to her, and he took it. They both stared at the sky. It was getting dark. The stars were staring to come out. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
He looked at her. "Yeah, beautiful."
Realizing he was talking about her, she looked back at him slowly. "What, are you kidding me? I look like crap right now." She gestured to her hospital gown and messy hair. He took her hand.
"No, you don't look like crap. You're still just as beautiful to me."
Like old times, she was getting lost in his eyes, but she caught herself and looked away. "Oh, well you always did say that."
He took her other hand. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry."
She didn't look up. "Sorry for what?"
"For the fight we had. I turned into somebody else. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say all those things to you."
She looked up at him again. "Really?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. But I-,"
He put a hand to her pale lips. "You shouldn't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."
"I've missed you," she said as she played with his hair. It felt like silk caressing her hands. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed more than I can say."
They were leaning in to kiss. 'This could be it, we could put this all behind us.'"So you're sorry about saying you'd keep that baby?"
He stopped. "What?"
Her lips fell short of his. She gritted her teeth slightly, almost laughing out of cold irony. "That's what you're apologizing for, isn't it?"
He was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "Um, I was apologizing for telling you to leave." He leaned in to try to kiss her again. She put her hand up and stopped him.
"Wait a minute, you aren't seriously telling me you're going through with that plan of yours, are you?"
He hesitated before he blurted out "Yes, I am."
She stood up and walked over to her bed, not letting him see her contorted angry face. "You're still keeping Sera's baby?"
He was a little annoyed. "Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Well, it's still my child as well. I feel I have an obligation to the kid."
She shook her head let out a sigh. "I don't believe this."
"Don't believe what?"
"That you're still keeping that demon spawn of Satan."
He put his hand on his temples. The tension in the room was escalating with the tension in his head. "It's like I said, Sera is the one that's evil. The kid did nothing."
"So, you're just apologizing for kicking me out, right?"
"Well, I guess so."
She looked at him with disbelief. "And that's all you want to say to me?"
"Uh," he was desperately trying to make sense of this. He thought he did what he was supposed to do. "As for apologies, I don't feel I need to apologize about keeping the baby."
"I see, so we're back where we started."
He sat down on the foot of the bed. "Dorothy, listen to me. I know we don't share the same opinion about this, but we didn't share the same opinion during the war, and we found that we understood each other." He stroked her cheek. "I know he can get past this. I'm willing to, if you are."
She was using all of her will to not fall into his arms weeping. She hated looking weak. "Well, I guess I'm willing to try." she leaned into him, and they were near kissing. Her warm breath blew gently onto his face. Even though it smelled like smoke, he didn't care. He was just so glad he was this close to her again.
"We can get past this issue." He tipped up her chin as they were within an inch of each other's lips. They both wanted this so badly.
"I know we can, I love you." His heart raced as he heard her say that. When they finally reached each other's lips, they wrapped their arms around each other.
"I love you too. I was so afraid that you didn't anymore."
"I could never stop loving you."
They ended up caressing each other and laying down on the hospital bed. They both felt a wave of passion surge through them. Then, they heard a knock at the door. She promptly sat up and he quickly shoved his loose tie in his pocket and stood up. She looked at him with a pout. He nodded and whispered. "I know."
"Who is it?" Dorothy called out.
The door burst open and who should enter but Mira. Quatre had to keep his face from falling. "Oh, eh, Mira. What are you doing here?" Dorothy looked at the strawberry blonde girl, and then sent him a slight glare.
She ran up to him and planted a kiss on his lips as she threw her arms around his neck. Dorothy's mouth dropped open. "Oh Quatre, I was just worried about you. I didn't know where you were, and Rashid told me you came here with Iria." Still hanging onto him, clinging to his neck, nearly cutting off his breath. She cast her vibrant eyes down on Dorothy. "And who is this?"
"Uh, this is Dorothy, she's-,"
"Please to meet you," She stuck out her hand, grabbed Dorothy's and shook it. Dorothy looked at her like she was the plague. "I'm Mira, Quatre's girlfriend, and you are?"
She felt her heart get punctured. 'Girlfriend? His girlfriend? He's replaced me already?' She stared at Quatre. She didn't know what to think, or what to say for that matter. "Well, I'm an, uh,"
"She's an old friend of mine," He quickly put in. He kicked himself inside the minute that he said it.
Her eyes burned at him. 'Old friend? That's all I am to him now? And old friend?'
"Oh, I'm very happy to meet you. How are you? Well I guess you can't be too good if you're here, right?"
"A ha, yeah, that's right. I nearly died, but don't worry I'm used to it." She was sending Quatre a death glare. 'How could he do this? He didn't even tell me he had a girlfriend. He was just kissing me. He just said he loved me, damn it. How could he?!'
Quatre was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He saw how hurt Dorothy was, and it killed him. But, Mira didn't do anything wrong. He was the wrong one, but he didn't know how to fix it. He was still staring at Dorothy, his eyes desperately trying to speak to her the words he couldn't say. She just pulled her sheet back over her legs, but as Quatre did, he noticed bruises on them. He tried to speak, but she cut him off.
"Yes, uh, Mirror, or something? I'm so happy for you two."
"Well I hope you get better soon," she said sweetly. Her voice was more sugar coated than a candy apple.
"Thank you," she put on a very fake smile and was thinking 'I hate her, I hate her, I want to rip all that pretty hair off her little head, I want to punch out those perfect white teeth.'
Then, the door burst open again; only it was Trevor that entered. "Hey hey, D-chan. I didn't know you came here, why didn't you-,"
Her eyes lit up evilly as she grasped his shirt collar and brought him down on the bed. He couldn't have looked more confused, but she knew exactly what she was doing. 'I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.'
"Oh Trevor, I'm soooo glad to see you!" She grabbed his face and pulled him into a long and fiery kiss. All the while, she had to keep her gag reflex in check as he jammed his tongue down her throat. When she finally released him, she put on the best performance that she could.
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I came here, but you had already gone to work."
She put on a huge fake smile. It seemed Trevor was taking this a little too seriously. 'Damn it, why did I do that?'
"Oh, Trevor sweetie, stop grabbing me in front of people, you know my rule baby." She lightly tapped him on the nose, though she really felt like ripping his dirty hands off.
"Oh, uh, sure D-chan, I remember." He sat back only far enough to shoot a dim whisper in her ear. "What the hell are you doing? You're never this passionate about me? What's up?"
"Oh, Trevor, stop teasing." She shot a whispered reply back to him. "Just cool it, grabby. I'll explain later." She stared at Quatre with a 'how-does- it-feel-now' look on her face. "Quatre, this is Trevor. We're living together. Trevor, this is my old friend Quatre, and his harlot, oops, I mean his girlfriend, Mirror, was it dear?"
Mira, though a little ditzy, had caught the insult. "Ah it's Mira, actually, short for Mirabelle. Quatre loves my name, don't you sweetie?" she ran a hand down his chest. She was obviously up for war against Dorothy.
Quatre seemed dumbfounded. "Huh? Oh yes, Mira. Your name is beautiful."
"See, he does. He's so sweet, that's why I love him. And he loves me, don't you?"
He put her hands down. "Um, Mira? Could you give Dorothy and I a moment alone? Trevor, if you wouldn't mind?"
"No, I don't care. See ya in few, D-chan." He and Mira both left the room. When they had closed the door, Quatre dropped his jaw and threw his arms out.
"Who the hell is that guy?!"
She sent him an obvious glare. "He's my ex-boyfriend. I'm living with him."
"You replaced me?"
She stood up, annoyed. "Oh look at the pot calling the kettle black! What about that Mirror chick? I guess she caught my insult, not as dumb as I'd thought."
"Please, don't say anything about her. It's not her fault it's mine."
"Well at least you admit that."
He was as hurt as she was, but he wouldn't show it. "Well what about Trevor? Looks like you've moved on too."
"Maybe."
He gawked at her. "Maybe? What do you mean maybe? You just kissed him right in front of me! And he." He shuddered. "He was groping you!"
"And Mirror kissed you right in front of me. I guess that makes us even."
He turned away to look at the floor. "Where does that leave us?"
She went back to her hospital bed. "I think it leaves us, as you so kindly put it, as old friends. The door is over there. Hey, isn't this a switch, this time I'm telling you to leave. Now I guess we are even."
He just stood there. He didn't know what to think. He was angry, hurt, and feeling like a dipshit. "Ok then, I'll leave. But one question before I do?"
"Yeah?"
He swallowed hard. "Well, you look like you haven't been eating or anything, and I saw bruises on your legs. Does he treat you alright?"
"He treats me just as I deserve to be treated. Now leave."
"Fine." He walked out the door and closed it. Mira was waiting for him outside.
"So Quatre honey, are you done here?"
He sighed as he took one last look at the door. Trevor was now going inside. "Yeah, I'm done. Let's go."
Author's Note: Oh no, what have I done? I bet you people hate me now, don't you? Why don't you review and tell me? I accept everything.
Author's Note: Well it's been an interesting ride so far, hasn't it? Let's see what I can do now.
Love will not Die
Part XII
By, Silver Fox
Quatre tightened his hands as he gripped his hair. All the excruciating waiting was nearly killing him. His knees were tightening on his head. All the while he slowly rocked himself back and forth. Screaming thoughts were racing through his head. He honestly had never been so scared in his entire life. He felt so much, fear, worry and guilt. He thought horrific things. He kept imagining that Iria would come out and tell him that Dorothy was dead. 'Oh Lord, please don't let her die. I still love her. I love her more than anything in the world. And she doesn't know. She probably thinks that I hate her now. Please, don't let her die.' He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see his best fried Trowa. He sighed, and swallowed.
"Hello Trowa."
He sat down next to him. "Quatre, are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright. I haven't seen her in 6 months. It's been 6 months since we fought. And I don't want to see her."
"Dead." Trowa said bluntly. He nodded. "I know. Of course you don't want her to die, you still love her."
"Of course I do. I don't want the next time I see her to be in the morgue."
Trowa patted him on the back. "Well Iria's in there working on her now, and I'm sure she'll be fine. I'd trust Iria with my life."
"I know; I would too." He suddenly became very silent. The whole waiting room was filled with an earsplitting deafening silence. Trowa could sense that he needed to be alone.
"I'm going to go now. If you need me, you know where to find me."
"Thank you." He watched his brown haired friend walk away. Then, he was looking at the people in the waiting room. They were all so different. But there was one who really looked out of place. A black haired girl dressed in very skimpy clothes was sitting across from him. She was staring at him very intensely. He looked away, trying to ignore the stare. But when he looked back, she was still staring at him. Very vexed, he picked up a magazine and tried to focus on that. But the burning stare of the unknown girl was starting to get to him. He set the magazine back on the table and started staring at her.
"May I help you?"
She still was staring at him. "Who are you?"
He shot her an annoyed look. "Why should I tell you that? I don't even know you."
"Yeah, I know, but you remind me of somebody."
"And who would that be?"
She flicked her bouncy hair. "I think you remind me of a picture I saw once."
He shook his head and sighed. This girl obviously was not the brightest light of the bunch. In fact she seemed quite ditzy. "I remind you of a picture?"
"Do you know D-chan? I think I saw you and her in a picture that she has."
His interest was peaked. Could it be she was talking about her? "This person you call D-chan, is her name Dorothy?"
She nodded. "Yeah, Dorothy. She's always looking at that picture of her and the blond guy, and the blonde guy looks like you." Then she made the connection. "Hey, I think that blond guy is you!"
He felt a form of relief. She knew Dorothy. He instantly walked across the room to sit next to her. "You know Dorothy?" he asked eagerly. "Dorothy Catalonia?"
"Yeah, I know her," she said proudly. "She's my friend. But she is kinda mean to me." She pouted a little. "She shoved her cigarette butt down my throat. I thought that was mean."
Quatre was laughing silently. 'This is definitely the same Dorothy we're talking about.' "Yeah that was mean, but where has she been? Has she talked about me? My name's Quatre."
She thought. "Well, she's been living in my apartment complex, that's how I know her. You're Quatre? Yeah, she talks about you."
"What does she say?"
He was interrupted by his sister appearing over him. He stood up and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Iria, is she alright? Did she make it? Will she be alright?"
"Whoa, slow down little brother." She put her hands up. "Anyway, it was a very close call, but she's fine now. She's even awake, and quite the rebel at that. I told her to stay in her bed and rest. And wouldn't you know it, she's ignored me, got up and sat on the window and started smoking a cigarette. I swear, she won't listen to anyone. You can see her now Quatre. Follow me."
As he followed his sister, he didn't exactly know what to feel. He was so relieved that she wasn't dead, but what would he say to her? Would an apology be enough? He shook his head as he found himself outside her door. Iraia slowly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" an annoyed voice chimed. Quatre felt his heart lift just from hearing her.
"Dorothy, it's Iria. Can I come in?"
"Oh. Ok sure if it's you." She opened the door and Quatre had to stop himself from gasping. She was sitting at the window smoking, but she looked different. She was so thin. She was skinny to begin with, but now she seemed to be nothing but a gaunt skin wrapped too tightly over a skeleton.
"Uh, Dorothy?"
"What?"
"I have a visitor to see you."
Still staring out the window, she shook her head. "Iria, I told you I don't want to see anyb-," she stopped herself as she looked over and saw Quatre. The inside of her mouth suddenly went dry and she dropped her cigarette. "Quatre. Could you give us a minute, Iria?"
She smiled. "Of course. Call me if you need anything." She closed the door. Outside the door, she crossed her fingers. "Please, they have to make up now. Here's hoping." She walked down the hall.
Inside the room, there was a large amount of tangible tension hanging in the air. The two just stared at each other, unmoving, barely breathing. They were both looking into each other's eyes, listening to the words neither of them could say. She bent down and picked up her cigarette, her eyes never leaving him. Taking a risk, he slowly started to move toward her.
"Hi," he said meekly.
"Hi." she said back quietly.
"Um, are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine now, thanks." She didn't sound annoyed anymore. Her voice had such genuine emotion in it. "They said I almost died, again." She laughed slightly. "But hey, you know me, life on the edge."
"Yeah, that is you." He finally reached the window. "Is there room enough on this sill one more?"
"Oh yeah, sure. Here," she scooted down and patted the spot next to her, and he took it. They both stared at the sky. It was getting dark. The stars were staring to come out. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
He looked at her. "Yeah, beautiful."
Realizing he was talking about her, she looked back at him slowly. "What, are you kidding me? I look like crap right now." She gestured to her hospital gown and messy hair. He took her hand.
"No, you don't look like crap. You're still just as beautiful to me."
Like old times, she was getting lost in his eyes, but she caught herself and looked away. "Oh, well you always did say that."
He took her other hand. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry."
She didn't look up. "Sorry for what?"
"For the fight we had. I turned into somebody else. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say all those things to you."
She looked up at him again. "Really?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that. But I-,"
He put a hand to her pale lips. "You shouldn't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."
"I've missed you," she said as she played with his hair. It felt like silk caressing her hands. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed more than I can say."
They were leaning in to kiss. 'This could be it, we could put this all behind us.'"So you're sorry about saying you'd keep that baby?"
He stopped. "What?"
Her lips fell short of his. She gritted her teeth slightly, almost laughing out of cold irony. "That's what you're apologizing for, isn't it?"
He was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "Um, I was apologizing for telling you to leave." He leaned in to try to kiss her again. She put her hand up and stopped him.
"Wait a minute, you aren't seriously telling me you're going through with that plan of yours, are you?"
He hesitated before he blurted out "Yes, I am."
She stood up and walked over to her bed, not letting him see her contorted angry face. "You're still keeping Sera's baby?"
He was a little annoyed. "Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Well, it's still my child as well. I feel I have an obligation to the kid."
She shook her head let out a sigh. "I don't believe this."
"Don't believe what?"
"That you're still keeping that demon spawn of Satan."
He put his hand on his temples. The tension in the room was escalating with the tension in his head. "It's like I said, Sera is the one that's evil. The kid did nothing."
"So, you're just apologizing for kicking me out, right?"
"Well, I guess so."
She looked at him with disbelief. "And that's all you want to say to me?"
"Uh," he was desperately trying to make sense of this. He thought he did what he was supposed to do. "As for apologies, I don't feel I need to apologize about keeping the baby."
"I see, so we're back where we started."
He sat down on the foot of the bed. "Dorothy, listen to me. I know we don't share the same opinion about this, but we didn't share the same opinion during the war, and we found that we understood each other." He stroked her cheek. "I know he can get past this. I'm willing to, if you are."
She was using all of her will to not fall into his arms weeping. She hated looking weak. "Well, I guess I'm willing to try." she leaned into him, and they were near kissing. Her warm breath blew gently onto his face. Even though it smelled like smoke, he didn't care. He was just so glad he was this close to her again.
"We can get past this issue." He tipped up her chin as they were within an inch of each other's lips. They both wanted this so badly.
"I know we can, I love you." His heart raced as he heard her say that. When they finally reached each other's lips, they wrapped their arms around each other.
"I love you too. I was so afraid that you didn't anymore."
"I could never stop loving you."
They ended up caressing each other and laying down on the hospital bed. They both felt a wave of passion surge through them. Then, they heard a knock at the door. She promptly sat up and he quickly shoved his loose tie in his pocket and stood up. She looked at him with a pout. He nodded and whispered. "I know."
"Who is it?" Dorothy called out.
The door burst open and who should enter but Mira. Quatre had to keep his face from falling. "Oh, eh, Mira. What are you doing here?" Dorothy looked at the strawberry blonde girl, and then sent him a slight glare.
She ran up to him and planted a kiss on his lips as she threw her arms around his neck. Dorothy's mouth dropped open. "Oh Quatre, I was just worried about you. I didn't know where you were, and Rashid told me you came here with Iria." Still hanging onto him, clinging to his neck, nearly cutting off his breath. She cast her vibrant eyes down on Dorothy. "And who is this?"
"Uh, this is Dorothy, she's-,"
"Please to meet you," She stuck out her hand, grabbed Dorothy's and shook it. Dorothy looked at her like she was the plague. "I'm Mira, Quatre's girlfriend, and you are?"
She felt her heart get punctured. 'Girlfriend? His girlfriend? He's replaced me already?' She stared at Quatre. She didn't know what to think, or what to say for that matter. "Well, I'm an, uh,"
"She's an old friend of mine," He quickly put in. He kicked himself inside the minute that he said it.
Her eyes burned at him. 'Old friend? That's all I am to him now? And old friend?'
"Oh, I'm very happy to meet you. How are you? Well I guess you can't be too good if you're here, right?"
"A ha, yeah, that's right. I nearly died, but don't worry I'm used to it." She was sending Quatre a death glare. 'How could he do this? He didn't even tell me he had a girlfriend. He was just kissing me. He just said he loved me, damn it. How could he?!'
Quatre was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He saw how hurt Dorothy was, and it killed him. But, Mira didn't do anything wrong. He was the wrong one, but he didn't know how to fix it. He was still staring at Dorothy, his eyes desperately trying to speak to her the words he couldn't say. She just pulled her sheet back over her legs, but as Quatre did, he noticed bruises on them. He tried to speak, but she cut him off.
"Yes, uh, Mirror, or something? I'm so happy for you two."
"Well I hope you get better soon," she said sweetly. Her voice was more sugar coated than a candy apple.
"Thank you," she put on a very fake smile and was thinking 'I hate her, I hate her, I want to rip all that pretty hair off her little head, I want to punch out those perfect white teeth.'
Then, the door burst open again; only it was Trevor that entered. "Hey hey, D-chan. I didn't know you came here, why didn't you-,"
Her eyes lit up evilly as she grasped his shirt collar and brought him down on the bed. He couldn't have looked more confused, but she knew exactly what she was doing. 'I'll give him a taste of his own medicine.'
"Oh Trevor, I'm soooo glad to see you!" She grabbed his face and pulled him into a long and fiery kiss. All the while, she had to keep her gag reflex in check as he jammed his tongue down her throat. When she finally released him, she put on the best performance that she could.
"Oh darling, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I came here, but you had already gone to work."
She put on a huge fake smile. It seemed Trevor was taking this a little too seriously. 'Damn it, why did I do that?'
"Oh, Trevor sweetie, stop grabbing me in front of people, you know my rule baby." She lightly tapped him on the nose, though she really felt like ripping his dirty hands off.
"Oh, uh, sure D-chan, I remember." He sat back only far enough to shoot a dim whisper in her ear. "What the hell are you doing? You're never this passionate about me? What's up?"
"Oh, Trevor, stop teasing." She shot a whispered reply back to him. "Just cool it, grabby. I'll explain later." She stared at Quatre with a 'how-does- it-feel-now' look on her face. "Quatre, this is Trevor. We're living together. Trevor, this is my old friend Quatre, and his harlot, oops, I mean his girlfriend, Mirror, was it dear?"
Mira, though a little ditzy, had caught the insult. "Ah it's Mira, actually, short for Mirabelle. Quatre loves my name, don't you sweetie?" she ran a hand down his chest. She was obviously up for war against Dorothy.
Quatre seemed dumbfounded. "Huh? Oh yes, Mira. Your name is beautiful."
"See, he does. He's so sweet, that's why I love him. And he loves me, don't you?"
He put her hands down. "Um, Mira? Could you give Dorothy and I a moment alone? Trevor, if you wouldn't mind?"
"No, I don't care. See ya in few, D-chan." He and Mira both left the room. When they had closed the door, Quatre dropped his jaw and threw his arms out.
"Who the hell is that guy?!"
She sent him an obvious glare. "He's my ex-boyfriend. I'm living with him."
"You replaced me?"
She stood up, annoyed. "Oh look at the pot calling the kettle black! What about that Mirror chick? I guess she caught my insult, not as dumb as I'd thought."
"Please, don't say anything about her. It's not her fault it's mine."
"Well at least you admit that."
He was as hurt as she was, but he wouldn't show it. "Well what about Trevor? Looks like you've moved on too."
"Maybe."
He gawked at her. "Maybe? What do you mean maybe? You just kissed him right in front of me! And he." He shuddered. "He was groping you!"
"And Mirror kissed you right in front of me. I guess that makes us even."
He turned away to look at the floor. "Where does that leave us?"
She went back to her hospital bed. "I think it leaves us, as you so kindly put it, as old friends. The door is over there. Hey, isn't this a switch, this time I'm telling you to leave. Now I guess we are even."
He just stood there. He didn't know what to think. He was angry, hurt, and feeling like a dipshit. "Ok then, I'll leave. But one question before I do?"
"Yeah?"
He swallowed hard. "Well, you look like you haven't been eating or anything, and I saw bruises on your legs. Does he treat you alright?"
"He treats me just as I deserve to be treated. Now leave."
"Fine." He walked out the door and closed it. Mira was waiting for him outside.
"So Quatre honey, are you done here?"
He sighed as he took one last look at the door. Trevor was now going inside. "Yeah, I'm done. Let's go."
Author's Note: Oh no, what have I done? I bet you people hate me now, don't you? Why don't you review and tell me? I accept everything.