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A/N: Yes, yes, this took a while to get up. I'm over my writer's block!!! Yay me!!! Wonder how long this is gonna last. lol. On with the fic!
Disaster- for the better? Chapter 2
Sally walked outside, relaxing. She was going to go home, take a long, warm bath, and then go to bed. She looked at Wufei, who marched off towards the parking garage to get his motorcycle. She sighed. 'So angry,' she thought. Cocking her head, she called over to him. "Wufei!"
The angry Chinese man turned around, his eyes flaring again. "What, woman?" he snapped. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Sally smirked. "I was wondering," she said slowly, "if you would like to go out to eat with me. But if you're going to be like that."
Wufei looked at her a moment, considering. He was hungry, and he didn't see why he shouldn't go. Then again, it was Sally, and she had an odd habit of getting on his nerves. 'Stupid woman does it on purpose,' he thought to himself. He shrugged. "Fine."
Sally's eyebrows shot up. He actually agreed to go out to eat with her! There's a first for everything, she thought, smiling wider. "You never fail to amaze me, Wufei," she said, walking over to him and shaking her head.
He eyed her skeptically, but the anger he had earlier was gone. "You know where we're going, woman?" he asked, following her.
"I know the people who own this Chinese place a few minutes away," she said. "I figured we'd go there." She looked at him to see if he approved. It didn't matter either way, she'd still take him there, but she wanted to know. Wufei said nothing, and his expression didn't change. She sighed. "I drive."
"That makes sense," Wufei said. "You have the car and you know how to get there."
Sally popped the locks to her sporty, pale green car, and got in. Wufei got in the passenger's seat without saying a word. She looked at him for a minute, wondering if something was bothering him.
"What're you staring at, woman?" Wufei snapped, angry again.
Sally blinked. "Sorry," she said, amused. "Just wondering why you aren't protesting."
"Yea, well, I'm hungry."
Sally smiled, started the ignition, and drove down the street. For a while, the car was silent, and surprisingly, it was Wufei who broke the silence.
"Sally," he said thoughtfully.
"Hm?" She looked at him, waiting for the stoplight they were at to turn green. He used her name. It wasn't a first, but he usually made a point of being an ass, so it surprised her each time he didn't address her as woman.
"How many people died?"
"When?"
"During this last mission," he said. "How many people died because of us?"
Sally bit her lip. 'Damn,' she thought. 'Too many.' "I don't know, Wufei. I wish nobody did, but things happen."
Wufei looked out the window and folded his arms. "Enid Rooney," he said. "The leader of the Helm of Victory Group."
Sally blinked. "Where did you find that out?"
"I had Heero look it up a couple weeks ago. He said to watch our backs." Wufei looked back at Sally with the anger returning to his eyes. That anger - it kept coming back. Sally wondered how it felt to live with anger like that.
"I see why." Sally opened the door. "Come on, Wufei," she said. "I'm hungry." Wufei followed her into the restaurant.
Seated at their table, Wufei looked at the menu, wondering if the food was good here. After they ordered, Sally Po put her elbows on the table and leaned towards him.
"That guy over there," she said, pointing to a very Chinese-looking waiter, "is my cousin. His name is Lin. I think he's a junior in high school, but I can't remember. He really likes me, so if he comes over here, he's gonna be hard to get rid of."
Wufei raised an eyebrow and smirked. "He looks more Chinese than you do, woman."
"You remember that I'm only half Chinese. My mother was 100 percent American. I look more like her than my father." Sally leaned back in her seat and watched Wufei.
"Apparently. You don't talk much about your family," Wufei stated.
"Should I?" Sally smiled. "I didn't know you cared."
"I was making an observation," he snapped.
"I know."
Lin sauntered over. "Hey Sally Po," he said happily. Then he looked at Wufei. "Who're you?"
Wufei looked Ping up and down. "Chang Wufei. Her business partner."
"Oh. Hi. I'm Lin."
Wufei nodded and narrowed his eyes.
Sally laughed. "Wufei's just a bit antisocial," she told Lin, and grinned as she added, "and he's crabby as heck."
Lin grinned, scurrying off to take a customer's order.
"Antisocial?" Wufei asked. "Crabby?"
"You have to admit it, Wufei." Sally said. "You don't like people, you're ill-tempered, and you are usually in a bad mood."
Wufei shrugged as their food came. "And you're a woman," he said, smirking.
Sally growled. "Do you always have to be like that?" she asked angrily.
Wufei didn't reply, and started eating. They ate in silence, Sally fuming and Wufei being a jerk.
Sally drove Wufei back to Preventers' Headquarters to get his motorcycle. Wufei got out of the car and looked at her. She tapped her fingernails on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, waiting for him to leave. "Sally Po," he said, bending down towards the open window. "I do have to be like that."
Blinking, Sally watched him walk away, wondering what he meant and why he said it. "I can't believe him sometimes," she muttered, driving home. "He can be such an ass."
At home, Sally did get her bath, and that calmed her down quite a bit. She sat on the couch brushing her hair and thought about what he said. "'I do have to be like that,'" she repeated. "What did he mean?" She yawned. "It's too late for this; I'm going to bed."
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A/N: Yes, yes, this took a while to get up. I'm over my writer's block!!! Yay me!!! Wonder how long this is gonna last. lol. On with the fic!
Disaster- for the better? Chapter 2
Sally walked outside, relaxing. She was going to go home, take a long, warm bath, and then go to bed. She looked at Wufei, who marched off towards the parking garage to get his motorcycle. She sighed. 'So angry,' she thought. Cocking her head, she called over to him. "Wufei!"
The angry Chinese man turned around, his eyes flaring again. "What, woman?" he snapped. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Sally smirked. "I was wondering," she said slowly, "if you would like to go out to eat with me. But if you're going to be like that."
Wufei looked at her a moment, considering. He was hungry, and he didn't see why he shouldn't go. Then again, it was Sally, and she had an odd habit of getting on his nerves. 'Stupid woman does it on purpose,' he thought to himself. He shrugged. "Fine."
Sally's eyebrows shot up. He actually agreed to go out to eat with her! There's a first for everything, she thought, smiling wider. "You never fail to amaze me, Wufei," she said, walking over to him and shaking her head.
He eyed her skeptically, but the anger he had earlier was gone. "You know where we're going, woman?" he asked, following her.
"I know the people who own this Chinese place a few minutes away," she said. "I figured we'd go there." She looked at him to see if he approved. It didn't matter either way, she'd still take him there, but she wanted to know. Wufei said nothing, and his expression didn't change. She sighed. "I drive."
"That makes sense," Wufei said. "You have the car and you know how to get there."
Sally popped the locks to her sporty, pale green car, and got in. Wufei got in the passenger's seat without saying a word. She looked at him for a minute, wondering if something was bothering him.
"What're you staring at, woman?" Wufei snapped, angry again.
Sally blinked. "Sorry," she said, amused. "Just wondering why you aren't protesting."
"Yea, well, I'm hungry."
Sally smiled, started the ignition, and drove down the street. For a while, the car was silent, and surprisingly, it was Wufei who broke the silence.
"Sally," he said thoughtfully.
"Hm?" She looked at him, waiting for the stoplight they were at to turn green. He used her name. It wasn't a first, but he usually made a point of being an ass, so it surprised her each time he didn't address her as woman.
"How many people died?"
"When?"
"During this last mission," he said. "How many people died because of us?"
Sally bit her lip. 'Damn,' she thought. 'Too many.' "I don't know, Wufei. I wish nobody did, but things happen."
Wufei looked out the window and folded his arms. "Enid Rooney," he said. "The leader of the Helm of Victory Group."
Sally blinked. "Where did you find that out?"
"I had Heero look it up a couple weeks ago. He said to watch our backs." Wufei looked back at Sally with the anger returning to his eyes. That anger - it kept coming back. Sally wondered how it felt to live with anger like that.
"I see why." Sally opened the door. "Come on, Wufei," she said. "I'm hungry." Wufei followed her into the restaurant.
Seated at their table, Wufei looked at the menu, wondering if the food was good here. After they ordered, Sally Po put her elbows on the table and leaned towards him.
"That guy over there," she said, pointing to a very Chinese-looking waiter, "is my cousin. His name is Lin. I think he's a junior in high school, but I can't remember. He really likes me, so if he comes over here, he's gonna be hard to get rid of."
Wufei raised an eyebrow and smirked. "He looks more Chinese than you do, woman."
"You remember that I'm only half Chinese. My mother was 100 percent American. I look more like her than my father." Sally leaned back in her seat and watched Wufei.
"Apparently. You don't talk much about your family," Wufei stated.
"Should I?" Sally smiled. "I didn't know you cared."
"I was making an observation," he snapped.
"I know."
Lin sauntered over. "Hey Sally Po," he said happily. Then he looked at Wufei. "Who're you?"
Wufei looked Ping up and down. "Chang Wufei. Her business partner."
"Oh. Hi. I'm Lin."
Wufei nodded and narrowed his eyes.
Sally laughed. "Wufei's just a bit antisocial," she told Lin, and grinned as she added, "and he's crabby as heck."
Lin grinned, scurrying off to take a customer's order.
"Antisocial?" Wufei asked. "Crabby?"
"You have to admit it, Wufei." Sally said. "You don't like people, you're ill-tempered, and you are usually in a bad mood."
Wufei shrugged as their food came. "And you're a woman," he said, smirking.
Sally growled. "Do you always have to be like that?" she asked angrily.
Wufei didn't reply, and started eating. They ate in silence, Sally fuming and Wufei being a jerk.
Sally drove Wufei back to Preventers' Headquarters to get his motorcycle. Wufei got out of the car and looked at her. She tapped her fingernails on the steering wheel and stared straight ahead, waiting for him to leave. "Sally Po," he said, bending down towards the open window. "I do have to be like that."
Blinking, Sally watched him walk away, wondering what he meant and why he said it. "I can't believe him sometimes," she muttered, driving home. "He can be such an ass."
At home, Sally did get her bath, and that calmed her down quite a bit. She sat on the couch brushing her hair and thought about what he said. "'I do have to be like that,'" she repeated. "What did he mean?" She yawned. "It's too late for this; I'm going to bed."
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