Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters…honestly; did you really think I did? If I did I wouldn't need to write fanfic, but I don't. I also don't own Lord of Rings or Chicago. See if you can spot the references. I do own Sera Hiacoma, and Trevor.

A\N: Yes, I'm still here. Things were quite busy, but I didn't forget this story. I'm apologizing in advance for the crappy ending to this chapter, but oh well. Here it is.

Chapter 2: Catfight! And he'll never even know

"No, no! That will never do! What are you thinking? Honestly, doesn't anyone know how to plan a wedding?" A slinky brunette was seriously working out her dialing finger as she pointed out her orders to many servants. She was extremely thin, borderline anorexic looking, and had chopped off shoulder length hair. She had sort of false prettiness, but her eyes were beautiful. Such an irony in itself really.

"My Gosh, you'd think with so many servants one of them would do what I actually wanted. I only get one wedding day to my love."

A feeble maid appeared with arms full of decorative flowers. "I'm so sorry, Miss Sera, but you see Rashid isn't here. He's been away on personal business for the longest time."

"Rashid? Who's he?"

"Why he's the head of the Maguanacs, ma'am. And he's one of Master Quatre's closest friends. If he were here, I'm sure we wouldn't be disappointing you, like we are now. My apologies again Miss Sera."

She waved it off. "Right, right, if I knew this Rashid I'd blame him for not being here." She looked down at the startled little woman, and felt some degree of sympathy for her. If she weren't marrying this man of hers she might be doing maid work herself. Sera was very odd like that, having sympathy only for people she didn't know personally. "I apologize to you, dear, if I'm not my radiant self. This is a lot of work on me, you understand."

"Of course, Miss. No need for apologies. Are these flowers what you want?"

She glided her hand across the shiny silk roses, marveling at the texture. "You know, these would be nice to decorate the archway. Put them aside for now Wendy."

"Yes Miss." The little woman trotted off, leaving the stylish woman to herself. She overdramatically flung herself back in a chair, having this whole spacious room of the mansion all to herself for the moment. This was breathing time for her. It seemed she was just swarmed with obligations. If not planning the wedding then she had to entertain Quatre. Poor dear. She sighed and gazed at the obstruction on her finger, the big rock, and boy was it a big one. She was so proud of it she swore she could count all the 22 carats in the diamond.

"He loves me so, that funny hunny of mine…"She softly sang to her reflection in the ring. The one ring to rule them al-ahem, never mind. Off track. Anyway, who should come walking in at that moment but…come on, guess.

"Is that you, Cat-Cat?" she called out. She turned around and jumped up, expecting her gorgeous hunk of…boy, at least, to come in and smother her in kisses at her command. But all she found was an unwelcome guest. It was a swanky looking woman who must have sneaked in unnoticed. She had a black hat shielding her face. "Who are you?"

"I'm seeking Mr. Winner, I'm his Saturday Night call girl and he owes me for our all night love fest."

Sera couldn't have been more appalled at this disgusting person. She grabbed the woman by the wrists and shook her. "Who the hell do you think you are talking about my boyfriend like that you gutter tramp?!"

The woman broke free and tossed off her hat. Sure enough, it was Dorothy, laughing at Sera, not with her.

"Dorothy? What in God's name are you doing here?"

She tossed out her hair and pulled Sera in a corner. "Relax, cuz, I was only kidding with you. You're quite defensive about your little man, aren't you?"

Sera had venom in her eyes, but they still looked beautiful all big and brown. Imagine that. She took her cousin by the arm and brought her out on the terrace, where she knew no one would see the two of them. The very atmosphere breathed beauty out there, except the words they exchanged. "You're not welcome here, Dorothy. Leave."

"Like hell I'm not welcome. I had the nicest chat with your fiancé today, and I'm sure to your dismay, we had a nice conversation. Very civil. I'm sure he'd be happy to see me if he were here."

"Well he's not here, so-,"

"I know he's not here, I didn't come to see him. I came to see you. By the way, Sera sweetie," The brunette snarled at that name. It always came at her when someone didn't like her, "why on Earth didn't you tell me the two of you were getting married? I didn't get my invitation yet."

She nearly spat at her. "Did you come here just to irritate me?"

"Certainly not. I fully intend to mock you and insult you as well before I leave. But that's later. I'm quite serious. It's a shame you don't talk to me anymore, dear. We're all we've got left of our excuse for a family."

Sera wouldn't be upstaged by Dorothy this time, not yet again. She decided to pull an attitude of her own. Flinging her dangling earrings when she shook her head, her voice was light and cool.

"Dorothy, Dorothy. You still live in your own world where only you seem to exist. Cut the crap. I hate you, and you hate me. That's why we never 'talk' anymore as you put it. You're putting on an act again. Wait a minute, could it be you fancy my beau?"

She cocked a fork eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, you've got your rich high and mighty boyfriend, what's his name?"

"Trevor." She said the name with no special interest or feeling. Could that reflect how she really felt about him? Think about it…

"That's it. I knew it sounded like a frog one way or the other. I remember that guy, tall, dark, handsome…"

"Yes, you slept with him behind my back and you didn't even remember his name? Talk about a selective memory."

She narrowed her eyes. "I know I hurt you Dorothy, but you're the one that took him back.

"Yes yes, leave the past in the past. This is your future I'm talking about. Do you love him?"

This obviously caught her off guard. She almost stumbled to the balcony railing. "Pardon?" She was surely surprised; she only spoke with a French accent when she was truly shocked.

Dorothy, on the other hand, was quite content. She had her comfortable role as the attacker again. With this woman in front of her, she almost felt vicarious of her old self. It felt fun if nothing else. "It's not that hard a question, Sera. Do you love the guy or not?"

She stumbled to regain her composure. Was she on to her? No, couldn't be. Of course not. But just in case… "I would think that answer was obvious. I'm marrying him. What other reason is there to marry him except love?"

She took out a cigarette and held it in her fingers. Then she lowered her sunglasses and grinned like mad. "There are a couple billion that I can think of, and they're all sitting in a bank somewhere. Could you give me a light?"

She growled at this rude, inconsiderate excuse of a cousin of hers. How dare she say that! "I don't see why I should give you anything."

"Really, now that surprises me. You won't even give me a light for my cigarette? I would have thought you'd love to help kill me off with lung cancer, but I guess I overestimated you."

Her mouth was just gaping. Not a single retort could come out for a full minute. Had Dorothy always been this aggravating? "Well of course I would love to help you get lung cancer, but you'd stink up the house."

"Even from outside, where we are right now?"

"You'll get ashes everywhere. No. Smoke on your own time."

"If you insist, madam," she said while bowing like a servant, accomplishing the goal to mock her. "I'm sure you have lots of people around who address you formally now, don't you? Tell me, how does it feel to be rich and famous, darling?"

Sera didn't say a word. She was determined to ignore her, and maybe she would go away.

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"How did you get in here anyway?"

"It was simple, really. I told a servant that I was with Blushing Bride magazine and they let me in, like that." She snapped her fingers to emphasize her point. "But, I don't want to wear out the welcome I never had, right? I'll be certain to see you later, cuz." She waved very obnoxiously and made her way to the exit.

Sera didn't want her having the last word…again, so in the heat of the moment, right there on impulse, she shouted back to her. "You'll never get near Quatre again, mark my words!"

Realizing this might go on and on in an ellipse if she didn't let her win this one, Dorothy continued to strut out on her fancy shoes, thinking to herself. 'I caught you, Sera. I saw it in your face. That money is your aim. Hmm, perhaps I should lend a hand, indirectly of course. Couldn't hurt my situation to…help the old boy out, right? Yes, really, it's my duty to help him. I understand him so much more than she ever will…wait, did I just think that?' She was already out by the time that strange thought had struck her, so she continued and safely made her way away from the mansion, stopping only once to look back. 'He could have that house, or even if he had a shack he'd be the same person to me, not to her. Operation…operation what? I'll have to code name this, just to be fun. After all, what's more important right now than fun?'

*****

About fifteen minutes later, Quatre was returning to his mansion, anxiously wanting to see his girlfriend. He wanted to let down the stresses of the day with her, as was their custom. She was always so happy to see him, and it warmed his heart. Plus, it would help to take his mind off of his conversation with Dorothy. He just couldn't free himself from those teasing words that she spoke. She only spoke like that…well, every time she saw him. Soon enough, he reached his house and went searching for Sera.

"Sera! Sera, are you in here?"

*****To be continued…*****