Chapter 3 - Where My Heart Will Take Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, I'd love to, but I don't. I still don't even own the title of the story, 'cause "Where My Heart Will Take Me (Faith of the Heart)" by Diane Warren motivated this chapter (Which I heard when I was watching Enterprise). I gotta start thinking of original titles. ^.^
(...blah...) Dorothy's thoughts
Quatre's thoughts
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Quatre and Iria were sitting on the couch in Dorothy's parlor, laughing about something. Dorothy stood at the bottom of the stairs. (I wonder what they're laughing at. Could it be me...?) She dismissed the thought and was about to walk in when she heard Iria speak. "Quatre, why do you even try to be nice to her?" Quatre took a moment to reply, "Dorothy has held a lot of pain and sorrow with her for a long time, and it's too much for one person to bear. I wish I could help her more...She suffers from so much." Iria smiled, "You love her, don't you, little brother?" Quatre turned a bright red and then smiled. "You know me too well, Iria."
Dorothy was shocked. (H-he loves me...? No. He can't love me. He deserves someone better than me, someone with his kindness.) Dorothy quickly turned and started to walk back up the stairs. She loved him, yes, but she didn't deserve to have him love her back.
Quatre stood up thinking he had heard the sound of someone on the stairs. "Quatre, I'm going to leave alright?" Iria asked letting herself be lead the other direction by one of Dorothy's servants. Quatre nodded. When his sister had left he walked out of the room to see Dorothy at the top of the stairs looking down at him. He smiled up at her, "Are you ready, Dorothy?" Dorothy scowled but nodded, "Yes, I suppose I am."
Quatre's smile broadened, "Great!" (Maybe I can change. It's about time I loved someone.) Dorothy walked down the stairs again, a small smile playing across her features. Quatre gave Dorothy his arm, which she took without a second thought. The two walked out of the front door and into Dorothy's golden limousine; Dorothy with a ghost of a smile [A/N: That's an achievement for her, you know.] and Quatre's eyes alight with joy.
On the drive to the restaurant, the couple made small talk, Dorothy asking how Quatre was and vice versa. When the limo had pulled up to the restaurant, Quatre kindly helped Dorothy out of the car, something slightly different in his smile. Dorothy slowly smiled back, spellbound by his smile.
They were quickly seated inside the restaurant. "I haven't been here before. How did you ever find such a nice place?" Quatre smiled at the question. "Actually, one of my sisters used to work here..." Quatre didn't bother to finish his sentence as their waiter walked over and took their orders. As the waiter left, Dorothy let a soft laugh escape her lips, "Do you always eat at places where your sisters once worked, or do you eat with more variety?" Quatre smiled at her cynical remark, "Usually more variety, but I thought you might like this one." Dorothy returned the smile faintly.
The food came and went rapidly; the couple was soon walking out, chatting idly. Dorothy was the first to notice her golden limousine was nowhere in sight. (Where is my idiot driver? That man isn't going to have any employment when I get back home.) "Dorothy, why don't we walk back to your manor?" Quatre asked, leading her along the sidewalk. (Well, it couldn't hurt...) "I don't see why we can't walk back."
As the two walked, Dorothy slowly slipped her hand in Quatre's and squeezed it softly. (It's been too long since I've loved someone...I have a chance and this time I'm going to take it. I'm going to see this fantasy come alive at last.) They approached the park, indicating that they only had a few minutes of walking left.
"Quatre? Can we take a stroll in the park?" she asked, already leading him towards the entrance. "I was just about to suggest that, Dorothy."
Dorothy led him deep into the park. When she was sure that no one else was in the vicinity, she sat down on a bench, motioning for Quatre to sit next to her, which he did. "I have something to tell you...," came both of their voices simultaneously. Quatre blushed vaguely, "After you, Dorothy."
She nodded slowly, trying to figure out how to tell him her feelings. Dorothy had never been one to tell or care about her own feelings, while the feelings of others controlled most of her life. She had cared once...For her brother and her father, but both had been slaughtered in the wars. Her mother had left her in the care of her grandfather, Duke Dermail and she had closed off her heart to all emotions. (Why should I change now? I've been through the fire and the rain...But I guess it's time I enjoyed my life.)
Dorothy tentatively reached out, laying a hand on Quatre's cheek. "Quatre...I..." She let her voice trail off. She couldn't do this, of course, she wanted to but she just couldn't. Quatre smiled softly, and rested a hand over Dorothy's keeping it on his cheek. She returned the smile, not trusting her voice to have the ability to tell him her feelings; she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
TBC
A/N: Was it good or bad? It would be greatly valued if you would click, the nice little purple button below and review. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! Major writer's block. Inspiration hits when you don't expect it, I love Enterprise even more now that it got rid of my writers block! ^__^;;; This is a revised chapter! Yay! Chappie numero 4 will be up soon! And yes, I shall finally detail Dotty's babysitting horror story and why she blew up at Q-ball. ^___^
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, I'd love to, but I don't. I still don't even own the title of the story, 'cause "Where My Heart Will Take Me (Faith of the Heart)" by Diane Warren motivated this chapter (Which I heard when I was watching Enterprise). I gotta start thinking of original titles. ^.^
(...blah...) Dorothy's thoughts
Quatre's thoughts
~*~*~*~*~*
Quatre and Iria were sitting on the couch in Dorothy's parlor, laughing about something. Dorothy stood at the bottom of the stairs. (I wonder what they're laughing at. Could it be me...?) She dismissed the thought and was about to walk in when she heard Iria speak. "Quatre, why do you even try to be nice to her?" Quatre took a moment to reply, "Dorothy has held a lot of pain and sorrow with her for a long time, and it's too much for one person to bear. I wish I could help her more...She suffers from so much." Iria smiled, "You love her, don't you, little brother?" Quatre turned a bright red and then smiled. "You know me too well, Iria."
Dorothy was shocked. (H-he loves me...? No. He can't love me. He deserves someone better than me, someone with his kindness.) Dorothy quickly turned and started to walk back up the stairs. She loved him, yes, but she didn't deserve to have him love her back.
Quatre stood up thinking he had heard the sound of someone on the stairs. "Quatre, I'm going to leave alright?" Iria asked letting herself be lead the other direction by one of Dorothy's servants. Quatre nodded. When his sister had left he walked out of the room to see Dorothy at the top of the stairs looking down at him. He smiled up at her, "Are you ready, Dorothy?" Dorothy scowled but nodded, "Yes, I suppose I am."
Quatre's smile broadened, "Great!" (Maybe I can change. It's about time I loved someone.) Dorothy walked down the stairs again, a small smile playing across her features. Quatre gave Dorothy his arm, which she took without a second thought. The two walked out of the front door and into Dorothy's golden limousine; Dorothy with a ghost of a smile [A/N: That's an achievement for her, you know.] and Quatre's eyes alight with joy.
On the drive to the restaurant, the couple made small talk, Dorothy asking how Quatre was and vice versa. When the limo had pulled up to the restaurant, Quatre kindly helped Dorothy out of the car, something slightly different in his smile. Dorothy slowly smiled back, spellbound by his smile.
They were quickly seated inside the restaurant. "I haven't been here before. How did you ever find such a nice place?" Quatre smiled at the question. "Actually, one of my sisters used to work here..." Quatre didn't bother to finish his sentence as their waiter walked over and took their orders. As the waiter left, Dorothy let a soft laugh escape her lips, "Do you always eat at places where your sisters once worked, or do you eat with more variety?" Quatre smiled at her cynical remark, "Usually more variety, but I thought you might like this one." Dorothy returned the smile faintly.
The food came and went rapidly; the couple was soon walking out, chatting idly. Dorothy was the first to notice her golden limousine was nowhere in sight. (Where is my idiot driver? That man isn't going to have any employment when I get back home.) "Dorothy, why don't we walk back to your manor?" Quatre asked, leading her along the sidewalk. (Well, it couldn't hurt...) "I don't see why we can't walk back."
As the two walked, Dorothy slowly slipped her hand in Quatre's and squeezed it softly. (It's been too long since I've loved someone...I have a chance and this time I'm going to take it. I'm going to see this fantasy come alive at last.) They approached the park, indicating that they only had a few minutes of walking left.
"Quatre? Can we take a stroll in the park?" she asked, already leading him towards the entrance. "I was just about to suggest that, Dorothy."
Dorothy led him deep into the park. When she was sure that no one else was in the vicinity, she sat down on a bench, motioning for Quatre to sit next to her, which he did. "I have something to tell you...," came both of their voices simultaneously. Quatre blushed vaguely, "After you, Dorothy."
She nodded slowly, trying to figure out how to tell him her feelings. Dorothy had never been one to tell or care about her own feelings, while the feelings of others controlled most of her life. She had cared once...For her brother and her father, but both had been slaughtered in the wars. Her mother had left her in the care of her grandfather, Duke Dermail and she had closed off her heart to all emotions. (Why should I change now? I've been through the fire and the rain...But I guess it's time I enjoyed my life.)
Dorothy tentatively reached out, laying a hand on Quatre's cheek. "Quatre...I..." She let her voice trail off. She couldn't do this, of course, she wanted to but she just couldn't. Quatre smiled softly, and rested a hand over Dorothy's keeping it on his cheek. She returned the smile, not trusting her voice to have the ability to tell him her feelings; she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
TBC
A/N: Was it good or bad? It would be greatly valued if you would click, the nice little purple button below and review. Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up! Major writer's block. Inspiration hits when you don't expect it, I love Enterprise even more now that it got rid of my writers block! ^__^;;; This is a revised chapter! Yay! Chappie numero 4 will be up soon! And yes, I shall finally detail Dotty's babysitting horror story and why she blew up at Q-ball. ^___^