Chapter 2 - Head Over Feet
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...^_^;;; This chapter was inspired by Alanis Morissette's song "Head Over Feet", which is one of my personal favorites. (Geez, me and these songs.)
(.blah.) Dorothy's thoughts
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Dorothy was astonished at Quatre's proposal. "I...I...," she stuttered trying to think of an answer for him. "I don't see why not. I'd love to Quatre," Dorothy finally replied giving Quatre one of her rare smiles.
Quatre smiled in return, "That's wonderful! Thank you, Dorothy." Having nothing else to do with them, Dorothy clasped her hands together behind her back and was about to say something, but gave a gasp of pain. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," she muttered to herself as she let go of her injured hand, and shook it as if trying to get the pain out.
"We should bandage that up," Quatre said softly taking her hand in his. "I know that!" Dorothy snapped back at him. Quatre ignored her malicious tone and tried to steer her to the nearest chair. "Let go of me, Quatre!" Dorothy shouted, struggling to get out of his grip.
Quatre sighed softly to himself and picked Dorothy up, stopping her struggling. Dorothy glared at him through blue-grey eyes. "Put. Me. Down. NOW." Quatre complied, sitting Dorothy down on her bed. "Please don't move until I get back, Dorothy. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore." With that, Quatre walked out to find the First-Aid kit.
Dorothy was left alone to think. (He treats me like a damn princess!...But I guess most girls would like that. I...I'm just not used to being cared about.) Dorothy closed her eyes and remembered what happened when Quatre and his sister unexpectedly arrived. He had immediately asked how she was and had treated her like royalty...until she had blown up in his face. Then all this happened.
(How did I fall in love with him? He's a delightful, peacemaker straight from heaven...And I'm an extraordinarily blunt, arrogant war monger. We have nothing in common...Zilch, nada, zero.) She thought to herself, knowing she was right but couldn't do anything about what her heart wanted, "Well, it's all his fault."
"What's all my fault, Dorothy?" Quatre asked as he walked back in. Dorothy gave him a startled glare. "Nothing of your concern," she replied softly. Quatre gave a slight shrug, knowing Dorothy would tell him in her own time, and then started bandaging her hand.
Dorothy watched him working on her hand in silence. (He's just so handsome...) Her eyes widened at the thought. What was she thinking? (I'm worse than that love sick puppy, Relena!) Dorothy quickly shifted her gaze from Quatre to her bedspread. (...But maybe Miss Relena was right. Maybe I can't stand alone for the rest of my life.)
Quatre smiled up at her, "Done." Dorothy slowly examined her bandaged hand, and slowly nodded her approval, "Thank you." Quatre smiled at her again, and softly sat down next to her, "You're welcome, Dorothy."
Dorothy realized how close they were sitting, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. (I could just kiss him right now...No! What am I thinking!?) Dorothy quickly distanced herself from Quatre.
Quatre smiled to himself. She was everything that the girls his father wanted him to marry were not. Dorothy was forthright; she was stubborn, and haughty. Nevertheless, he knew he could change her...get her to break down the walls she had erected around her heart.
"I'm going to go downstairs, Dorothy. Iria is probably wondering what happened," Quatre said placing a hand on Dorothy's shoulder and squeezing it softly, in a reassuring way, "I'll meet you down there." When the only response was silence from Dorothy, Quatre walked out.
Dorothy laughed softly to herself, "I've never wanted something rational before and now that I want something that I could possibility get, I'm too apprehensive." She murmured softly to herself. "But, he's already won me over in spite of myself. I just can't help falling in love with him...Well...It's all his fault," Drawing that conclusion, Dorothy walked out and headed downstairs to Quatre and his sister.
TBC
A/N: Was it good, bad, horrible? Should I continue or give up? Comments, tips, flames, death threats, whatever, all's welcome! Click the nice lil purple button at the bottom and tell me! This chapter's been revised! Yay! ^_^
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...^_^;;; This chapter was inspired by Alanis Morissette's song "Head Over Feet", which is one of my personal favorites. (Geez, me and these songs.)
(.blah.) Dorothy's thoughts
~*~*~*~*~*
Dorothy was astonished at Quatre's proposal. "I...I...," she stuttered trying to think of an answer for him. "I don't see why not. I'd love to Quatre," Dorothy finally replied giving Quatre one of her rare smiles.
Quatre smiled in return, "That's wonderful! Thank you, Dorothy." Having nothing else to do with them, Dorothy clasped her hands together behind her back and was about to say something, but gave a gasp of pain. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," she muttered to herself as she let go of her injured hand, and shook it as if trying to get the pain out.
"We should bandage that up," Quatre said softly taking her hand in his. "I know that!" Dorothy snapped back at him. Quatre ignored her malicious tone and tried to steer her to the nearest chair. "Let go of me, Quatre!" Dorothy shouted, struggling to get out of his grip.
Quatre sighed softly to himself and picked Dorothy up, stopping her struggling. Dorothy glared at him through blue-grey eyes. "Put. Me. Down. NOW." Quatre complied, sitting Dorothy down on her bed. "Please don't move until I get back, Dorothy. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore." With that, Quatre walked out to find the First-Aid kit.
Dorothy was left alone to think. (He treats me like a damn princess!...But I guess most girls would like that. I...I'm just not used to being cared about.) Dorothy closed her eyes and remembered what happened when Quatre and his sister unexpectedly arrived. He had immediately asked how she was and had treated her like royalty...until she had blown up in his face. Then all this happened.
(How did I fall in love with him? He's a delightful, peacemaker straight from heaven...And I'm an extraordinarily blunt, arrogant war monger. We have nothing in common...Zilch, nada, zero.) She thought to herself, knowing she was right but couldn't do anything about what her heart wanted, "Well, it's all his fault."
"What's all my fault, Dorothy?" Quatre asked as he walked back in. Dorothy gave him a startled glare. "Nothing of your concern," she replied softly. Quatre gave a slight shrug, knowing Dorothy would tell him in her own time, and then started bandaging her hand.
Dorothy watched him working on her hand in silence. (He's just so handsome...) Her eyes widened at the thought. What was she thinking? (I'm worse than that love sick puppy, Relena!) Dorothy quickly shifted her gaze from Quatre to her bedspread. (...But maybe Miss Relena was right. Maybe I can't stand alone for the rest of my life.)
Quatre smiled up at her, "Done." Dorothy slowly examined her bandaged hand, and slowly nodded her approval, "Thank you." Quatre smiled at her again, and softly sat down next to her, "You're welcome, Dorothy."
Dorothy realized how close they were sitting, and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. (I could just kiss him right now...No! What am I thinking!?) Dorothy quickly distanced herself from Quatre.
Quatre smiled to himself. She was everything that the girls his father wanted him to marry were not. Dorothy was forthright; she was stubborn, and haughty. Nevertheless, he knew he could change her...get her to break down the walls she had erected around her heart.
"I'm going to go downstairs, Dorothy. Iria is probably wondering what happened," Quatre said placing a hand on Dorothy's shoulder and squeezing it softly, in a reassuring way, "I'll meet you down there." When the only response was silence from Dorothy, Quatre walked out.
Dorothy laughed softly to herself, "I've never wanted something rational before and now that I want something that I could possibility get, I'm too apprehensive." She murmured softly to herself. "But, he's already won me over in spite of myself. I just can't help falling in love with him...Well...It's all his fault," Drawing that conclusion, Dorothy walked out and headed downstairs to Quatre and his sister.
TBC
A/N: Was it good, bad, horrible? Should I continue or give up? Comments, tips, flames, death threats, whatever, all's welcome! Click the nice lil purple button at the bottom and tell me! This chapter's been revised! Yay! ^_^