Disclaimer: If I owned it, would this be called *fan* fiction???
A/N: This was originally meant to be Chapter 2, but I liked it better as Chapter 3 (okay, so maybe I forgot I had it, but don't tell!) so here it is.
Disaster - For the Better? Chapter 3
Sally Po rolled over and clicked on the light. She needed coffee. And a bat. Whoever was knocking on her door was going to get it, and good. She didn't much like being woken up. Sally pushed her hair back over her shoulders and walked out into her living room. "I'm coming!" she snapped at the door. Opening it, Sally snapped, "What!?"
"Do you always yell at your guests, woman?"
"Wufei." Sally blinked. She didn't know he even knew where she lived. "Only when they wake me up." Sally retorted, then opened the door wider. When Wufei didn't move, she asked, "Aren't you going to come in? Or did you just feel like waking me up?"
Wufei looked amused as he entered Sally's apartment. Then it was his turn to blink. "Your hair is down," he said.
"Yea?" Sally poured herself a cup of coffee.
Wufei shrugged. "You never took it down when we were on missions," he stated.
"So?" Sally said irritably.
"It's new," Wufei said, then added, "nice."
Sally blinked. Wufei had just complimented her. Maybe she should wear her hair that way more often. Sally frowned. She didn't care if she was complemented. "Why are you here?" Sally asked.
"To discuss the last mission. We have to write the report for that. And to discuss the new mission."
"New mission?" Sally frowned and sat in a kitchen chair. "After what happened on the last one?"
"We're going to find the bastards that caused that," said Wufei matter-of- factly.
"You know something," Sally said, sipping her coffee and scrutinizing Wufei. "You bother me."
Wufei just looked at her. She couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she bet he really didn't care what she thought. He pulled a packet of paper our of his interior jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Those are the details for the mission. We leave Monday." With that, Wufei turned and left.
Sally sighed as she watched the door close and picked up the packet. She couldn't believe that they already had a new mission. What was Lady Une up to? Did she think the Organization was a threat? So did Wufei. And so did she, come to think of it. If the organization could do what they did and get away with it, they were trouble.
*****Flashback*****
"Wufei," Sally whispered, shaking her unconscious partner. "Wufei, wake up." Her head was still swimming, and all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep some more. "Fei!" she hissed in a harsh whisper.
"Nataku." he muttered under his breath. Opening his eyes, he cursed. "I told you," he snapped. "Stupid women, never listening to anyone."
"Um hmmm," Sally replied, her eyelids beginning to close again. "Sorry."
"Woman," Wufei said, propping up on his elbow, "don't go back to sleep."
"But, Fei." she whispered.
"Damn it, woman!" Wufei grabbed her by the arm and yanked her off the bed, but it was too late. Sally collapsed into his arms. For a moment, Wufei stood there, holding her. Maybe it could stay like this. Shit. He couldn't be falling for her - not him, Wufei. He was better than that. Women were just trouble. Love was trouble; people were hurt by love. And he didn't need another wound to nurse. Just what he needed - an injured pride - or the death of another loved one. Frowning, Wufei laid Sally on the bed and opened the little fridge next to the TV. Hotel rooms could be so convenient. Pulling out a bottle of water, Wufei ignored his own urge to sleep. "Weakness," he muttered, drinking water. If he was right, the water would dilute the drug, and its effects would subside. Unfortunately, it might take a few minutes before it started to work, and possibly, if he remembered correctly, three hours before it finished working. He frowned and looked at Sally.
Lifting her head, Wufei gently poured water into her mouth, tilting her head back every so often to make her swallow. When he thought he had given her enough, he dropped the empty bottle onto the floor and fell on the bed. "Weakness," he muttered again, unable to stay awake. Few people had access to that drug, being as the scientists he used to work for were the ones who invented it. The organization was pretty damn good; he had to give them that.
*****End Flashback*****
Wufei leaned back in his chair in the Preventers' Lounge. 'Women,' he thought. 'I can't believe that-' Trowa said something and cut off Wufei's train of thought. "What?"
Trowa shook his head. "Wufei," he said, sitting down next to him. Trowa and Wufei were the only Gundam pilots who had stayed in the Preventers full time. Trowa cocked his head and surveyed Wufei. "You have feelings for Sally Po." He said.
"Is that a question, or a statement?" Wufei asked, annoyed. Sometimes, he couldn't tell.
"Whichever." Trowa looked around. The lounge was a large room with pale red carpet and white walls. A group of rookies was gathered around a pool table, and another group was gathered around the air hockey table. The more experienced Preventers were scattered around, either working on paperwork or taking a break. They mainly hung out in their clicks and stayed away from the Gundam pilots - especially Wufei.
Wufei frowned. "If it's a question, no, I don't. And if it's a statement, how would you know?"
Trowa smiled faintly. "It was a statement."
Wufei growled, but said nothing. He'd rather just be left alone.
Trowa shrugged. "Whatever." With that, he poured a cup of coffee, and walked out.
Wufei leaned his head back. Trowa was right - to a certain extent. She was his partner. Sure, he had some feelings for her, but she meant no more to him than that. Nothing more. Did she?
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A/N: This was originally meant to be Chapter 2, but I liked it better as Chapter 3 (okay, so maybe I forgot I had it, but don't tell!) so here it is.
Disaster - For the Better? Chapter 3
Sally Po rolled over and clicked on the light. She needed coffee. And a bat. Whoever was knocking on her door was going to get it, and good. She didn't much like being woken up. Sally pushed her hair back over her shoulders and walked out into her living room. "I'm coming!" she snapped at the door. Opening it, Sally snapped, "What!?"
"Do you always yell at your guests, woman?"
"Wufei." Sally blinked. She didn't know he even knew where she lived. "Only when they wake me up." Sally retorted, then opened the door wider. When Wufei didn't move, she asked, "Aren't you going to come in? Or did you just feel like waking me up?"
Wufei looked amused as he entered Sally's apartment. Then it was his turn to blink. "Your hair is down," he said.
"Yea?" Sally poured herself a cup of coffee.
Wufei shrugged. "You never took it down when we were on missions," he stated.
"So?" Sally said irritably.
"It's new," Wufei said, then added, "nice."
Sally blinked. Wufei had just complimented her. Maybe she should wear her hair that way more often. Sally frowned. She didn't care if she was complemented. "Why are you here?" Sally asked.
"To discuss the last mission. We have to write the report for that. And to discuss the new mission."
"New mission?" Sally frowned and sat in a kitchen chair. "After what happened on the last one?"
"We're going to find the bastards that caused that," said Wufei matter-of- factly.
"You know something," Sally said, sipping her coffee and scrutinizing Wufei. "You bother me."
Wufei just looked at her. She couldn't tell what she was thinking, but she bet he really didn't care what she thought. He pulled a packet of paper our of his interior jacket pocket and handed it to her. "Those are the details for the mission. We leave Monday." With that, Wufei turned and left.
Sally sighed as she watched the door close and picked up the packet. She couldn't believe that they already had a new mission. What was Lady Une up to? Did she think the Organization was a threat? So did Wufei. And so did she, come to think of it. If the organization could do what they did and get away with it, they were trouble.
*****Flashback*****
"Wufei," Sally whispered, shaking her unconscious partner. "Wufei, wake up." Her head was still swimming, and all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep some more. "Fei!" she hissed in a harsh whisper.
"Nataku." he muttered under his breath. Opening his eyes, he cursed. "I told you," he snapped. "Stupid women, never listening to anyone."
"Um hmmm," Sally replied, her eyelids beginning to close again. "Sorry."
"Woman," Wufei said, propping up on his elbow, "don't go back to sleep."
"But, Fei." she whispered.
"Damn it, woman!" Wufei grabbed her by the arm and yanked her off the bed, but it was too late. Sally collapsed into his arms. For a moment, Wufei stood there, holding her. Maybe it could stay like this. Shit. He couldn't be falling for her - not him, Wufei. He was better than that. Women were just trouble. Love was trouble; people were hurt by love. And he didn't need another wound to nurse. Just what he needed - an injured pride - or the death of another loved one. Frowning, Wufei laid Sally on the bed and opened the little fridge next to the TV. Hotel rooms could be so convenient. Pulling out a bottle of water, Wufei ignored his own urge to sleep. "Weakness," he muttered, drinking water. If he was right, the water would dilute the drug, and its effects would subside. Unfortunately, it might take a few minutes before it started to work, and possibly, if he remembered correctly, three hours before it finished working. He frowned and looked at Sally.
Lifting her head, Wufei gently poured water into her mouth, tilting her head back every so often to make her swallow. When he thought he had given her enough, he dropped the empty bottle onto the floor and fell on the bed. "Weakness," he muttered again, unable to stay awake. Few people had access to that drug, being as the scientists he used to work for were the ones who invented it. The organization was pretty damn good; he had to give them that.
*****End Flashback*****
Wufei leaned back in his chair in the Preventers' Lounge. 'Women,' he thought. 'I can't believe that-' Trowa said something and cut off Wufei's train of thought. "What?"
Trowa shook his head. "Wufei," he said, sitting down next to him. Trowa and Wufei were the only Gundam pilots who had stayed in the Preventers full time. Trowa cocked his head and surveyed Wufei. "You have feelings for Sally Po." He said.
"Is that a question, or a statement?" Wufei asked, annoyed. Sometimes, he couldn't tell.
"Whichever." Trowa looked around. The lounge was a large room with pale red carpet and white walls. A group of rookies was gathered around a pool table, and another group was gathered around the air hockey table. The more experienced Preventers were scattered around, either working on paperwork or taking a break. They mainly hung out in their clicks and stayed away from the Gundam pilots - especially Wufei.
Wufei frowned. "If it's a question, no, I don't. And if it's a statement, how would you know?"
Trowa smiled faintly. "It was a statement."
Wufei growled, but said nothing. He'd rather just be left alone.
Trowa shrugged. "Whatever." With that, he poured a cup of coffee, and walked out.
Wufei leaned his head back. Trowa was right - to a certain extent. She was his partner. Sure, he had some feelings for her, but she meant no more to him than that. Nothing more. Did she?
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