Don't Let Me Get Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, I'd love to, but I don't. I actually don't even own the title of my story...^_^;;; My fic was inspired by "Don't Let Me Get Me" by P!nk and no I'm not P!nk's manager, so don't sue me for that either. If you do get the odd notion to try and sue me.you'll get about $1.34. ~_^
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Dorothy Catalonia marched up the stairs of her manor and into her bedroom, slamming her door angrily behind her. She hated herself more than ever at the moment; she had failed to tell the man she loved how much he meant to her, and instead blew up in his face. Dorothy slowly strode into her bathroom, without bothering to close the door behind her, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She hated everything about herself, she was weak, ugly, and could never do anything right. "I just can't take it anymore!," she shouted to herself as her fist flew into the mirror, shattering it into millions of tiny pieces.
Quatre quickly ran into her room at the sound of breaking glass. "Miss Dorothy?" he asked once he saw her figure. Quatre stepped into the doorframe of the bathroom. "Miss Doroth-," Quatre gasped when he saw the broken mirror. "W-What happened?" he asked his voice full of concern.
Dorothy gave him a cold glare and brushed past him, out of the bathroom. Quatre turned and followed her beautiful figure with his eyes, then he noticed her hand; cut and bleeding. "Miss Dorothy, what happened?" he asked again meeting Dorothy's glare with worried eyes. Dorothy took a moment to reply. "Nothing... Nothing happened, Mr. Winner," she snapped at him. Quatre gave her a hurt look, but it quickly vanished and was replaced with a look of pure determination. He took a cautious step towards her and held out his hand to her.
Dorothy looked cynically at his hand, "Miss Dorothy...Please, let me help you." Dorothy gave a renounced sigh and placed her hand in his. "Thank you, Miss Dorothy," Quatre said, giving her a warm smile.
"Mr. Winner, we've gone through this before...You're not to call me 'Miss Dorothy'," she said in a displeased tone. Instead of whipping Quatre's smile from his face, as she had planned, she broadened it. "Only if you stop calling me 'Mr. Winner'," he replied and started examining her hand.
Dorothy watched him with her stolid gaze. "Dorothy? How did this happen?" Quatre felt Dorothy tense at his question. She slowly turned her face away from him, in shame. "Dorothy...," he said her name again, his voice soft and comforting. He slowly reached out and cupped her chin in his free hand.
Dorothy stiffened at his touch, and slowly turned her face towards him again. Quatre slowly let his hand drop from her face and gave her another warm smile, which soon turned into a small frown, "Dorothy...You did this to yourself, didn't you?" Dorothy diverted her eyes away from him and nodded slowly.
"Why? Why did you do this?" he asked her, wanting to find someway to help her. Dorothy closed her eyes, trying to hold back her emotions; but to no avail. She felt a lone tear drift down her cheek and then plunge down onto the floor below. Quatre was at first shocked by her dissolute tears; he had only seen her cry once before. That had been back during the war, after she had stabbed him, and he had refused to believe that she was as cold as she made herself out to be.
Quatre slowly wrapped both arms around her, expecting to be pushed away, and was surprised when he wasn't. Dorothy wrapped her arms around Quatre's neck and started softly sobbing on his shoulder. Quatre cradled her gently in his arms as if she was a fragile porcelain doll and would break apart.
"Dorothy...," he whispered softly in her ear as her stifled sobs started to dissolve. Dorothy slowly pulled herself away from him, but kept her arms looped around his neck, "I must seem so pathetic." Quatre quickly shook his head, "Dorothy, you're anything but pathetic."
Dorothy realized that she was in Quatre's arms and blushed crimson, quickly removing her arms from around his neck. "I'm exceptionally sorry that I blew up at you when you arrived, Quatre. I haven't been having a very good day," she said recalling the babysitting job her uncle had stuck her with; three annoying four-year-old triplets, it was enough to make her want to pull her hair out.
"You should go back and tend to your girlfriend, Quatre. I'll be fine." Quatre gave her a confused look and then chuckled. "You mean Iria? She's not my girlfriend, Dorothy. She's my oldest sister," he said and started laughing again. Dorothy gave him a cold look, but it quickly turned into one of embarrassment. "Oh," was all she could think of saying.
Quatre grinned at her, "Actually, I'm glad we're on the subject, Dorothy. The reason I stopped by is I was in the area on business and I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" he asked the question with another one of his charming smiles. "So, will you?"
A/N: So? Whatcha think? Was it good? Okay? Bad? Horrible? Please, review! Comments, suggestions, complaints, flames, death threats, whatever, all's welcome!...I think. ^_^ Okay. I revised this a lil. ^___^ I'm planning on getting all of the chapters revised sooner or later. And I promise chapter 4 is on her way!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, I'd love to, but I don't. I actually don't even own the title of my story...^_^;;; My fic was inspired by "Don't Let Me Get Me" by P!nk and no I'm not P!nk's manager, so don't sue me for that either. If you do get the odd notion to try and sue me.you'll get about $1.34. ~_^
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Dorothy Catalonia marched up the stairs of her manor and into her bedroom, slamming her door angrily behind her. She hated herself more than ever at the moment; she had failed to tell the man she loved how much he meant to her, and instead blew up in his face. Dorothy slowly strode into her bathroom, without bothering to close the door behind her, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She hated everything about herself, she was weak, ugly, and could never do anything right. "I just can't take it anymore!," she shouted to herself as her fist flew into the mirror, shattering it into millions of tiny pieces.
Quatre quickly ran into her room at the sound of breaking glass. "Miss Dorothy?" he asked once he saw her figure. Quatre stepped into the doorframe of the bathroom. "Miss Doroth-," Quatre gasped when he saw the broken mirror. "W-What happened?" he asked his voice full of concern.
Dorothy gave him a cold glare and brushed past him, out of the bathroom. Quatre turned and followed her beautiful figure with his eyes, then he noticed her hand; cut and bleeding. "Miss Dorothy, what happened?" he asked again meeting Dorothy's glare with worried eyes. Dorothy took a moment to reply. "Nothing... Nothing happened, Mr. Winner," she snapped at him. Quatre gave her a hurt look, but it quickly vanished and was replaced with a look of pure determination. He took a cautious step towards her and held out his hand to her.
Dorothy looked cynically at his hand, "Miss Dorothy...Please, let me help you." Dorothy gave a renounced sigh and placed her hand in his. "Thank you, Miss Dorothy," Quatre said, giving her a warm smile.
"Mr. Winner, we've gone through this before...You're not to call me 'Miss Dorothy'," she said in a displeased tone. Instead of whipping Quatre's smile from his face, as she had planned, she broadened it. "Only if you stop calling me 'Mr. Winner'," he replied and started examining her hand.
Dorothy watched him with her stolid gaze. "Dorothy? How did this happen?" Quatre felt Dorothy tense at his question. She slowly turned her face away from him, in shame. "Dorothy...," he said her name again, his voice soft and comforting. He slowly reached out and cupped her chin in his free hand.
Dorothy stiffened at his touch, and slowly turned her face towards him again. Quatre slowly let his hand drop from her face and gave her another warm smile, which soon turned into a small frown, "Dorothy...You did this to yourself, didn't you?" Dorothy diverted her eyes away from him and nodded slowly.
"Why? Why did you do this?" he asked her, wanting to find someway to help her. Dorothy closed her eyes, trying to hold back her emotions; but to no avail. She felt a lone tear drift down her cheek and then plunge down onto the floor below. Quatre was at first shocked by her dissolute tears; he had only seen her cry once before. That had been back during the war, after she had stabbed him, and he had refused to believe that she was as cold as she made herself out to be.
Quatre slowly wrapped both arms around her, expecting to be pushed away, and was surprised when he wasn't. Dorothy wrapped her arms around Quatre's neck and started softly sobbing on his shoulder. Quatre cradled her gently in his arms as if she was a fragile porcelain doll and would break apart.
"Dorothy...," he whispered softly in her ear as her stifled sobs started to dissolve. Dorothy slowly pulled herself away from him, but kept her arms looped around his neck, "I must seem so pathetic." Quatre quickly shook his head, "Dorothy, you're anything but pathetic."
Dorothy realized that she was in Quatre's arms and blushed crimson, quickly removing her arms from around his neck. "I'm exceptionally sorry that I blew up at you when you arrived, Quatre. I haven't been having a very good day," she said recalling the babysitting job her uncle had stuck her with; three annoying four-year-old triplets, it was enough to make her want to pull her hair out.
"You should go back and tend to your girlfriend, Quatre. I'll be fine." Quatre gave her a confused look and then chuckled. "You mean Iria? She's not my girlfriend, Dorothy. She's my oldest sister," he said and started laughing again. Dorothy gave him a cold look, but it quickly turned into one of embarrassment. "Oh," was all she could think of saying.
Quatre grinned at her, "Actually, I'm glad we're on the subject, Dorothy. The reason I stopped by is I was in the area on business and I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" he asked the question with another one of his charming smiles. "So, will you?"
A/N: So? Whatcha think? Was it good? Okay? Bad? Horrible? Please, review! Comments, suggestions, complaints, flames, death threats, whatever, all's welcome!...I think. ^_^ Okay. I revised this a lil. ^___^ I'm planning on getting all of the chapters revised sooner or later. And I promise chapter 4 is on her way!