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Relena and Dorothy hadn't left Dorothy's house since they'd originally arrived—three and a half weeks of silent depression. Dorothy often woke up in the middle of the night during these three weeks to find Relena standing in the window in Dorothy's room, which they shared. Dorothy would quietly tiptoe up to the mannequin-still Relena and ask her quietly,
"Relena, sweetheart, what's the matter?" most if the time Relena would just shake her head and get back into bed. On the third occasion, however, Relena's eyes glossed over and she muttered, "I'm waiting for my hero, my Heero will be here to get me in a minute. He's going to whisk me away and we're going to a tropical island where he can't hurt anybody and I can't get hurt. We'll be so happy, Dory, so happy." Dorothy decided Relena had lost it, but didn't know what to do. She took Relena's arm and tried to pull her back to bed. Relena pulled away with a groan.
"Please go to bed, Relena," Dorothy pleaded.
"No!" Relena yelled, whipping around to face Dorothy, angry desperation in her eyes, "Heero's going to be here soon and I wanna be ready for him! You're just jealous! You're jealous because you want him! You always wanted him! You can't have him, bitch! You can't have him! Stay away from my man!" Relena dove at Dorothy, grasping her throat. Dorothy cried out in surprise and instinctively grasped Relena's wrists. Dorothy was pushed against the bedpost and Relena slammed her head against it. Dorothy took her knee to Relena's stomach. Relena keeled over, and Dorothy got on top of her, pinning her to the floor. Relena fought and screamed and wriggled, but couldn't free herself from Dorothy's strength. Totally drained of what little strength she had to begin with, Relena gave up, and coughed up tiny tears through red, watery eyes. She cried and cried until they both fell asleep.
The next morning, Dorothy got up and got Relena up. Both girls showered and got dressed and started the day with a serious shopping spree (Relena hadn't used the gift certificate Vincent had given her) and they got tons of new outfits, a makeover, and spa treatment (massages, mud baths, facial, acrylics, pedicures, full body waxes, cucumber eye treatments, body wraps). They left the mall around four in the afternoon. They caught two movie and then headed to Burger King, and drove off without paying, laughing their heads off. They drove by a theater and caught a play that was just starting. After that was over, the two snuck into a nightclub and got nearly drunk, but luckily Relena wasn't so incapacitated she couldn't drive. The girls arrived home at something to midnight, laughing about nothing (that the servants could relate to) and carrying huge shopping bags. They went strait to be with their clothes on.
At about eight the next morning, Dorothy's phone rang. She didn't hear it at first, but them it broke into her blurry dream and she opened her eyes. She fought back at a hangover and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she grumbled into the receiver.
"Hello," said a vigorous voice on the other end, "who am I speaking to?"
"Dory," Dorothy groaned.
"Ms. Catalonia, is Relena Peacecraft there?"
"No," Dorothy lied, suddenly alert to protect Relena.
"There's no need to lie, Ms. Catalonia, we know she's there."
Dorothy looked at Relena, half-on, half-off the bed. She loved Relena. Relena was like her little sister.
"Can you call back?"
"When?"
"Never," Dorothy hung up. She dialed Quatre.
The phone rang. All the guys were asleep.
"Trowa," Quatre miserably called, "get the phone!"
"Wu-fei!" Trowa yelled and turned over.
"Du-o!" Wufei called. Duo didn't say anything. He just snored. The phone rang again.
"DUO!" the guys shouted in unison. Duo grumbled and threw his hand strait up on his windowsill. It traveled along, knocking down all sorts of junk from blank stationary to love letters to glasses of water (he got pretty wet). A pile of Polaroids splattered all over the bed. He didn't wake up, just groaned and dropped his hand to the floor while the phone rang obnoxiously on. He felt something vibrating by his hand. Thinking he had found his favorite 'toy' he picked it up, and the phone stopped ringing. He put the receiver to his ear.
"Mmmm…….." he answered.
"Duo?" Dorothy asked.
"Mmmm……." He grumbled
"Duo, pay attention," said Dorothy, "did somebody call your house about Relena?"
"Mm humm."
"What did they say?"
"'Where is she?'"
"She's with me. What did they say about Relena? Did they ask where she was?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Did you tell them where she was?"
"Mmm mmm."
"What's going on?"
"Mmm-mmm-mmm"(I don't know)
"Okay. Give Quatre a kiss for me."
"I'll tell him you called." Duo dropped the phone, turned over, and was gone. Dorothy hung up the phone. Relena slept on, unphased by the noise. The phone rang, sending vibrations up and down Dorothy's arm, which rested on the phone. She picked it up without saying hello.
"Hello?" the other end responded, the same voice from minutes earlier.
"Hello?"
"Vice
Foreign Minister?"
"I'm sorry you've got the
wrong number."
"No we've got the right number."
I don't know who this is, but you can either tell me what you want and I'll tell Relena, or you can state your business to the dial tone."
"You can't run from us, Dorothy Catalonia, granddaughter of Duke Durmail. We are the law. We know that Relena Peacecraft is there. You have nowhere to go. If you run, we'll catch you. If you hide, we'll find you. If you speak, we'll hear you. If you sleep, we'll wake you. Don't think we're not watching you right now—"
Dorothy hung up the phone.