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Authors note: We are getting close and closer to the end of the fic . . . I'm actually . . . really sad! ::sniffles:: However . . . we've still got a few chappies left . . . that'll be enough to satisfy, ne? This is the longest fic on THIS account, my longest fic ever was 15 chapters . . . it was called Eternal love and it was my first EVER fic, but, that's another story . . . well . . . obviously, lol.
Wait and See.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter 12; Hidden warnings and distrust.
It was early morning when the alarm clock in the Barton residence bleeped its early morning wake-up-call. Within an hour, Trowa Barton walked into the large, joint office, still rubbing sleep from his eyes,
"Look, now that Areia's away, no one's there to get Trowa up properly and make sure he eats breakfast! Hey Tro'! Want a doughnut?!" Duo chirped, hopping over to Trowa's desk where the former pilot had just seated himself, "How are you this morning?"
"Shitty. My head REALLY hurts!"
"Awww . . . poor Tro'! Man! You seem to keep catching things in the last few months!" Duo murmured sadly as he seated himself on the edge of Trowa's desk,
"Yeah . . ." Trowa muttered, rubbing his temples, "I think it's . . . bills . . ." He groaned, banging his head on the top of the desk,
"Bills? But you and Areia earn LOADS! Especially with her and Heero doing such a high ri . . . I . . . uh mean . . . doing all this extra work! I mean, you've never had trouble before, right?"
"It's not THOSE kind of bills . . . wedding bills . . . did you know a dress costs a LOT of money! For ONE dress for ONE day!"
Duo smirked,
"Ya see! Not such a great idea, after all?"
"Agent Barton!" Une's voice cried over the low din of the early morning shift,
"Yes, ma'am?" Trowa asked, turning to face his superior who was making her way through the scattered desks,
"Could I speak to you in my office please?"
"Yes. I'll be right there."
"10 minutes?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Trowa said as he nodded briefly,
"Man, what's THAT about?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow as soon as Une was out of the room,
"I'm not sure . . . do you have an aspirin?"
"That'll work in 10 minutes? I'm afraid not Man! Try Wufei . . . oh . . . wait . . . he's still away . . . dude! How long are he and Sally planning on being away! uh . . ." Duo shrugged, "I guess that you're going to have to hope for the best!"
Trowa nodded,
"Oh, and by the way . . . they come back tomorrow . . ." Trowa chuckled before disappearing off to get a drink of water.
- - -
"Agent Barton. I called you into my office fore two reasons. The first, I would like to offer you a promotion." Trowa's eyes widened, "Yes, I would like to offer you the post of vice-head. If I'm away you shall be in charge . . .what do you say?"
"Uh . . . yes! I mean! That's great, but. Uh, why me?"
"Because, you've done the most field work and covered the most variations."
"Oh. Great."
"Yes, now, onto the second thing. I have to go away tomorrow. You'll be in charge for 3 weeks. Can you handle that?"
Trowa nodded,
"Yes ma'am."
Une looked at him over the rim of her spectacles,
"Barton, this is a difficult job . . . however, you do get your own office on the other opposite side, directly behind Agent Maxwell's and Agent Yuy's desks."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!" Trowa thought sarcastically, "Alright." He said aloud,
"All your paperwork is already set out on your desk for you. Go right in and start. It should be pretty slow, however, Agent's Yuy and Stevenson will be coming back in 4 days for de-briefing, can you handle that, Barton?"
"Yes."
"Great. Well, welcome aboard and . . . enjoy . . ." She added with a smirk.
As Trowa left, stunned, Duo bounced over,
"Well? Tro'! Are you alright? What happened! She didn't fire ya, did she?!"
"No . . ." Trowa replied carefully, shaking his head, "She promoted me!"
"WOW!" Duo gushed, following Trowa into his new office, "That's amazing!"
Trowa looked around and smiled slightly, straitening a pen on his desk, moving around to look at the file atop his desk. He flipped it open and read the first page through,
"Mission Number 098367. Agents Areia Stevenson and Heero Yuy will be sent to colony yadda yadda yadda . . . HIGH RISK?!" Trowa exclaimed, eyes shooting up and pinning Duo in spot, "High risk mission? She's on a high risk mission?!"
"Uh . . . yeah man . . . she uh . . . she didn't wanna tell ya, because, well . . . she didn't want you to worry!" Duo stammered,
"Duo . . . she lied to me . . .?" Trowa seemed to murmur, staring at Duo hard,
"Uh . . . well . . . yeah . . . sorta . . ." Trowa turned his eyes away, head lowered as he frowned at the carpet, "But . . . dude! Don't worry! She can take care of herself!"
"Thank you, Duo. That'll be all. I would, uh, appreciate it if you would help me with my desk later on."
"Sure thing." Duo nodded carefully before turning and moving to the door, only pausing in the frame, "She did it to protect you, man." Before Trowa could acknowledge, which he didn't, Duo left.
Four days passed slowly. Trowa had just entered his office when a loud commotion could be heard outside the door. Duo's voice dominated the din as his shadow could be seen bouncing up and down enthusiastically,
He huffed, seating himself at his desk, waiting.
Outside, Duo bounded towards the main door into the office,
"You're back!" He exclaimed, "I missed you guys!"
"Hn." Heero grunted, pushing past Duo towards his desk. Areia hobbled in behind him and hugged Duo gently,
"Ouch! What happened to you?" Duo asked, concerned at her posture and the bandage around her arm,
"Shot in the arm and the ribs." She stated,
"And almost in the head if I hadn't of taken out that other."
"Yes . . . and almost killed via a bullet to the brain, but Heero saved me." Areia sighed, "Hey, where's Trowa?" She asked, looking at her fiancé's desk,
"Uh . . . oh . . . well . . . I . . .uh . . . bad news . . ."
"Oh? What?" A wave of panic swept over the English woman,
"Uhm . . . well, y'know Une's away and recently someone got promoted to be her deputy?"
Areia nodded and then went blank,
"Oh . . . shit . . ." She muttered,
"Areia." Heero said calmly, "You're up first. Barton's office. Now."
"Got it." Areia nodded, "Wish me luck . . ."
As she walked past Wufei he started chanting the death march. She knocked gently on the door,
"Come in."
As she stepped in, she was fixed by a cold, hard stare. She sat nervously before him, tucking her feet beneath her, her hands clasped loosely in her lap,
"Welcome Back, Agent Stevenson." He said grimly,
"Trowa . . . don't . . ."
"Agent Stevenson, may I remind you that I am your superior and you shall address me as such."
"Uh . . . sorry sir?"
"That's better. Now. Would you care to explain to me the mission and why you are in the current state that you're in?"
"Well . . . uh . . . Trowa . . . I'm sorry!"
"The mission, Stevenson!"
"Ugh. Fine. It started off simple enough, the small resistance group doing small things. Protests, fires, robberies and then, all of a sudden they were in an abandoned hospital with guns and a bomb, threatening the colony! It was Heero's idea to go in after all attempts to reason had failed. I don't think that I quite realised the danger at the time . . . I mean . . . we've done plenty of stuff like that, right?"
"May I remind you that you're not 15 anymore." Trowa relied calmly, "Also, that you were never that good a pilot anyway. Women don't make good soldiers when it comes to having a weakness!"
Areia seemed stunned, she looked away,
"May I continue, sir?" She enunciated 'sir' bitterly,
"Yes."
"Well, once we were in the lower level, the car park, they started shooting and we responded. They were . . . fast! One got me in the arm and then in the ribs. I fell . . . I banged my head and as I was beginning to pass out . . . someone was above me, they were aiming for me head. I blacked out. Heero saved me."
"Agent Yuy saved you?"
"Yes . . . Trowa! I was SO scared!"
"Agent Stevenson . . . if you were scared, then perhaps this isn't the right profession for you! Between you and me, Stevenson . . . you're not the soldier you used to be!"
Areia's brow furrowed in confusion,
"What?"
"Agent Stevenson. You're suspended until your wounds are healed."
"Trowa! You know that that isn't procedure! You know that Une will have your head for this!"
"This doesn't come from me, if it were me, I would use normal procedure. This has come from the general. I'm sorry. You're a good agent. An investigation will take place and . . . once you're healed, we shall analyse your field of work . . ."
"You can't!"
"I'm sorry. That'll be all."
"Trowa . . . we need to talk . . ."
"Personal matters are dealt with at home, you know that."
She stood, glaring at him before turning and leaving quickly,
"Areia!" Duo jumped up as she burst into tears, "What's wrong? What did he say?"
"I'm suspended!"
"But he can't do that!"
"The general said so!"
"But . . . but . . ." Duo huffed, arms falling limp, "Heero . . . your turn to visit the hard ass!" Duo snapped,
"Duo! Please don't!"
"I'm sorry Areia but, he's been acting WEIRD all of a sudden! Ever since he got that office . . . he's been acting . . . a jerk!"
"What happened on the day?"
"He uh . . . found out about the mission."
"He's upset with me."
"But, still . . . he should at least be concerned about your injuries!"
Areia shook her head and walked out as best she could with a fractured rib, wearing heels.
As Heero sat down, his glare met Trowa's,
"Off the record." Trowa stated calmly, "Thank you."
Heero nodded solemnly,
"She's a member of our team and although I find her an idiot, she shouldn't be left to die."
- - -
As he opened the door, Trowa sighed; he could hear the inane chatter of Hilde in his living room. He closed the door quietly and walked in, nodding at Hilde and Relena who quietly collected their shopping bags and stood. Areia walked into the room carrying a glass of orange juice, sipping it slightly,
"See you tomorrow guys."
"Bye Areia." Relena sighed,
"See ya soon!" Hilde chirped, "And remember, you're welcome round mine ANYTIME you like!"
Both girls pushed past Trowa as Areia settled in an armchair. As the front door closed, Trowa leant down to kiss her cheek. She moved, swotting at him,
"Oh for gods sake!" He growled, "Grow up!"
"Me grow up? ME? You're the one acting like a child!"
"You didn't tell me!"
"I was trying to protect you!"
"What if something had happened? You didn't say goodbye?"
"I'm not THAT kind of person! I'm an optimist just because the system isn't, doesn't mean that I should have to change!"
Trowa shook his head, slumping on the sofa,
"I was worried."
"Well . . . I'm fine . . ."
"You almost got killed. Areia . . . I would kill myself if I thought I lost you!"
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, "I just . . . didn't want to scare you!"
Trowa smiled faintly, motioning for her to come over. She stood and walked to him, slouching beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head gently,
"How are you feeling?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. They've drugged me up on painkillers."
He frowned, grazing his fingers against her arm,
"I can't feel anything in my right arm or in my ribs."
"Good."
"I'm gonna go load the dishwasher . . ."
"I can do that . . ."
"No . . . you can sit here and think about how you're going to make-up to me about what you said about female soldiers earlier . . ."
"Oh." Trowa frowned, looking at the blank TV as if something were on.
All of a sudden, Duo entered the living room, holding up a lock picking kit,
"Don't mind me! I let myself in!" He announced before walking to Trowa who still sat on the sofa, "You! Clown boy! Forgive my best friend! She was only trying to protect you, man! And I'm not leaving here until you get on your knees and tell her you're sorry and that you love her!"
"Uh . . . Duo . . . you're a little late. Areia's just loading up the dishwasher and then we're heading upstairs!"
"Oh." Duo murmured, "OH!" He winked, "Gotcha!"
"No . . . Duo . . . you're so perverse . . . we're going to watch a movie . . ."
"Oh . . . THAT kind of movie!"
"Duo Maxwell!" Areia scolded, "How dare you imply that I would do such a disgusting thing!"
"And me!" Trowa exclaimed,
"It's expected of you." They both replied,
"Pardon?!" Trowa fumed, "Why? I've never . . ."
"You're a guy, Trowa . . . everyone would expect you too . . . uh . . ." Areia trailed off but Duo snickered,
"Hit your fish, as it were."
"DUO!" Both yelled in disgust,
"That's just . . . wrong!" Trowa growled, "Get out!"
"Ok . . . alright! I'm goin'! I'll see you both . . .uh . . .soon!"
"Bye Duo." Areia giggled, leaning against Trowa as she yawned, "Figured a way to make I up to me, yet?" She beamed as Duo left,
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe . . ." He chuckled.
- - - To be continued . . .
I would like to say that . . . I SUCK at action! Have you noticed that my one and only chapter that featured 'promised action' was short, badly written and BORING! I'm more of a drama and romance kinda gal . . . however . . . I do good angst too!
Authors note: We are getting close and closer to the end of the fic . . . I'm actually . . . really sad! ::sniffles:: However . . . we've still got a few chappies left . . . that'll be enough to satisfy, ne? This is the longest fic on THIS account, my longest fic ever was 15 chapters . . . it was called Eternal love and it was my first EVER fic, but, that's another story . . . well . . . obviously, lol.
Wait and See.
By Bubblegum Thai.
Chapter 12; Hidden warnings and distrust.
It was early morning when the alarm clock in the Barton residence bleeped its early morning wake-up-call. Within an hour, Trowa Barton walked into the large, joint office, still rubbing sleep from his eyes,
"Look, now that Areia's away, no one's there to get Trowa up properly and make sure he eats breakfast! Hey Tro'! Want a doughnut?!" Duo chirped, hopping over to Trowa's desk where the former pilot had just seated himself, "How are you this morning?"
"Shitty. My head REALLY hurts!"
"Awww . . . poor Tro'! Man! You seem to keep catching things in the last few months!" Duo murmured sadly as he seated himself on the edge of Trowa's desk,
"Yeah . . ." Trowa muttered, rubbing his temples, "I think it's . . . bills . . ." He groaned, banging his head on the top of the desk,
"Bills? But you and Areia earn LOADS! Especially with her and Heero doing such a high ri . . . I . . . uh mean . . . doing all this extra work! I mean, you've never had trouble before, right?"
"It's not THOSE kind of bills . . . wedding bills . . . did you know a dress costs a LOT of money! For ONE dress for ONE day!"
Duo smirked,
"Ya see! Not such a great idea, after all?"
"Agent Barton!" Une's voice cried over the low din of the early morning shift,
"Yes, ma'am?" Trowa asked, turning to face his superior who was making her way through the scattered desks,
"Could I speak to you in my office please?"
"Yes. I'll be right there."
"10 minutes?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Trowa said as he nodded briefly,
"Man, what's THAT about?" Duo asked, raising an eyebrow as soon as Une was out of the room,
"I'm not sure . . . do you have an aspirin?"
"That'll work in 10 minutes? I'm afraid not Man! Try Wufei . . . oh . . . wait . . . he's still away . . . dude! How long are he and Sally planning on being away! uh . . ." Duo shrugged, "I guess that you're going to have to hope for the best!"
Trowa nodded,
"Oh, and by the way . . . they come back tomorrow . . ." Trowa chuckled before disappearing off to get a drink of water.
- - -
"Agent Barton. I called you into my office fore two reasons. The first, I would like to offer you a promotion." Trowa's eyes widened, "Yes, I would like to offer you the post of vice-head. If I'm away you shall be in charge . . .what do you say?"
"Uh . . . yes! I mean! That's great, but. Uh, why me?"
"Because, you've done the most field work and covered the most variations."
"Oh. Great."
"Yes, now, onto the second thing. I have to go away tomorrow. You'll be in charge for 3 weeks. Can you handle that?"
Trowa nodded,
"Yes ma'am."
Une looked at him over the rim of her spectacles,
"Barton, this is a difficult job . . . however, you do get your own office on the other opposite side, directly behind Agent Maxwell's and Agent Yuy's desks."
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreat!" Trowa thought sarcastically, "Alright." He said aloud,
"All your paperwork is already set out on your desk for you. Go right in and start. It should be pretty slow, however, Agent's Yuy and Stevenson will be coming back in 4 days for de-briefing, can you handle that, Barton?"
"Yes."
"Great. Well, welcome aboard and . . . enjoy . . ." She added with a smirk.
As Trowa left, stunned, Duo bounced over,
"Well? Tro'! Are you alright? What happened! She didn't fire ya, did she?!"
"No . . ." Trowa replied carefully, shaking his head, "She promoted me!"
"WOW!" Duo gushed, following Trowa into his new office, "That's amazing!"
Trowa looked around and smiled slightly, straitening a pen on his desk, moving around to look at the file atop his desk. He flipped it open and read the first page through,
"Mission Number 098367. Agents Areia Stevenson and Heero Yuy will be sent to colony yadda yadda yadda . . . HIGH RISK?!" Trowa exclaimed, eyes shooting up and pinning Duo in spot, "High risk mission? She's on a high risk mission?!"
"Uh . . . yeah man . . . she uh . . . she didn't wanna tell ya, because, well . . . she didn't want you to worry!" Duo stammered,
"Duo . . . she lied to me . . .?" Trowa seemed to murmur, staring at Duo hard,
"Uh . . . well . . . yeah . . . sorta . . ." Trowa turned his eyes away, head lowered as he frowned at the carpet, "But . . . dude! Don't worry! She can take care of herself!"
"Thank you, Duo. That'll be all. I would, uh, appreciate it if you would help me with my desk later on."
"Sure thing." Duo nodded carefully before turning and moving to the door, only pausing in the frame, "She did it to protect you, man." Before Trowa could acknowledge, which he didn't, Duo left.
Four days passed slowly. Trowa had just entered his office when a loud commotion could be heard outside the door. Duo's voice dominated the din as his shadow could be seen bouncing up and down enthusiastically,
He huffed, seating himself at his desk, waiting.
Outside, Duo bounded towards the main door into the office,
"You're back!" He exclaimed, "I missed you guys!"
"Hn." Heero grunted, pushing past Duo towards his desk. Areia hobbled in behind him and hugged Duo gently,
"Ouch! What happened to you?" Duo asked, concerned at her posture and the bandage around her arm,
"Shot in the arm and the ribs." She stated,
"And almost in the head if I hadn't of taken out that other."
"Yes . . . and almost killed via a bullet to the brain, but Heero saved me." Areia sighed, "Hey, where's Trowa?" She asked, looking at her fiancé's desk,
"Uh . . . oh . . . well . . . I . . .uh . . . bad news . . ."
"Oh? What?" A wave of panic swept over the English woman,
"Uhm . . . well, y'know Une's away and recently someone got promoted to be her deputy?"
Areia nodded and then went blank,
"Oh . . . shit . . ." She muttered,
"Areia." Heero said calmly, "You're up first. Barton's office. Now."
"Got it." Areia nodded, "Wish me luck . . ."
As she walked past Wufei he started chanting the death march. She knocked gently on the door,
"Come in."
As she stepped in, she was fixed by a cold, hard stare. She sat nervously before him, tucking her feet beneath her, her hands clasped loosely in her lap,
"Welcome Back, Agent Stevenson." He said grimly,
"Trowa . . . don't . . ."
"Agent Stevenson, may I remind you that I am your superior and you shall address me as such."
"Uh . . . sorry sir?"
"That's better. Now. Would you care to explain to me the mission and why you are in the current state that you're in?"
"Well . . . uh . . . Trowa . . . I'm sorry!"
"The mission, Stevenson!"
"Ugh. Fine. It started off simple enough, the small resistance group doing small things. Protests, fires, robberies and then, all of a sudden they were in an abandoned hospital with guns and a bomb, threatening the colony! It was Heero's idea to go in after all attempts to reason had failed. I don't think that I quite realised the danger at the time . . . I mean . . . we've done plenty of stuff like that, right?"
"May I remind you that you're not 15 anymore." Trowa relied calmly, "Also, that you were never that good a pilot anyway. Women don't make good soldiers when it comes to having a weakness!"
Areia seemed stunned, she looked away,
"May I continue, sir?" She enunciated 'sir' bitterly,
"Yes."
"Well, once we were in the lower level, the car park, they started shooting and we responded. They were . . . fast! One got me in the arm and then in the ribs. I fell . . . I banged my head and as I was beginning to pass out . . . someone was above me, they were aiming for me head. I blacked out. Heero saved me."
"Agent Yuy saved you?"
"Yes . . . Trowa! I was SO scared!"
"Agent Stevenson . . . if you were scared, then perhaps this isn't the right profession for you! Between you and me, Stevenson . . . you're not the soldier you used to be!"
Areia's brow furrowed in confusion,
"What?"
"Agent Stevenson. You're suspended until your wounds are healed."
"Trowa! You know that that isn't procedure! You know that Une will have your head for this!"
"This doesn't come from me, if it were me, I would use normal procedure. This has come from the general. I'm sorry. You're a good agent. An investigation will take place and . . . once you're healed, we shall analyse your field of work . . ."
"You can't!"
"I'm sorry. That'll be all."
"Trowa . . . we need to talk . . ."
"Personal matters are dealt with at home, you know that."
She stood, glaring at him before turning and leaving quickly,
"Areia!" Duo jumped up as she burst into tears, "What's wrong? What did he say?"
"I'm suspended!"
"But he can't do that!"
"The general said so!"
"But . . . but . . ." Duo huffed, arms falling limp, "Heero . . . your turn to visit the hard ass!" Duo snapped,
"Duo! Please don't!"
"I'm sorry Areia but, he's been acting WEIRD all of a sudden! Ever since he got that office . . . he's been acting . . . a jerk!"
"What happened on the day?"
"He uh . . . found out about the mission."
"He's upset with me."
"But, still . . . he should at least be concerned about your injuries!"
Areia shook her head and walked out as best she could with a fractured rib, wearing heels.
As Heero sat down, his glare met Trowa's,
"Off the record." Trowa stated calmly, "Thank you."
Heero nodded solemnly,
"She's a member of our team and although I find her an idiot, she shouldn't be left to die."
- - -
As he opened the door, Trowa sighed; he could hear the inane chatter of Hilde in his living room. He closed the door quietly and walked in, nodding at Hilde and Relena who quietly collected their shopping bags and stood. Areia walked into the room carrying a glass of orange juice, sipping it slightly,
"See you tomorrow guys."
"Bye Areia." Relena sighed,
"See ya soon!" Hilde chirped, "And remember, you're welcome round mine ANYTIME you like!"
Both girls pushed past Trowa as Areia settled in an armchair. As the front door closed, Trowa leant down to kiss her cheek. She moved, swotting at him,
"Oh for gods sake!" He growled, "Grow up!"
"Me grow up? ME? You're the one acting like a child!"
"You didn't tell me!"
"I was trying to protect you!"
"What if something had happened? You didn't say goodbye?"
"I'm not THAT kind of person! I'm an optimist just because the system isn't, doesn't mean that I should have to change!"
Trowa shook his head, slumping on the sofa,
"I was worried."
"Well . . . I'm fine . . ."
"You almost got killed. Areia . . . I would kill myself if I thought I lost you!"
"I'm sorry." She whimpered, "I just . . . didn't want to scare you!"
Trowa smiled faintly, motioning for her to come over. She stood and walked to him, slouching beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head gently,
"How are you feeling?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. They've drugged me up on painkillers."
He frowned, grazing his fingers against her arm,
"I can't feel anything in my right arm or in my ribs."
"Good."
"I'm gonna go load the dishwasher . . ."
"I can do that . . ."
"No . . . you can sit here and think about how you're going to make-up to me about what you said about female soldiers earlier . . ."
"Oh." Trowa frowned, looking at the blank TV as if something were on.
All of a sudden, Duo entered the living room, holding up a lock picking kit,
"Don't mind me! I let myself in!" He announced before walking to Trowa who still sat on the sofa, "You! Clown boy! Forgive my best friend! She was only trying to protect you, man! And I'm not leaving here until you get on your knees and tell her you're sorry and that you love her!"
"Uh . . . Duo . . . you're a little late. Areia's just loading up the dishwasher and then we're heading upstairs!"
"Oh." Duo murmured, "OH!" He winked, "Gotcha!"
"No . . . Duo . . . you're so perverse . . . we're going to watch a movie . . ."
"Oh . . . THAT kind of movie!"
"Duo Maxwell!" Areia scolded, "How dare you imply that I would do such a disgusting thing!"
"And me!" Trowa exclaimed,
"It's expected of you." They both replied,
"Pardon?!" Trowa fumed, "Why? I've never . . ."
"You're a guy, Trowa . . . everyone would expect you too . . . uh . . ." Areia trailed off but Duo snickered,
"Hit your fish, as it were."
"DUO!" Both yelled in disgust,
"That's just . . . wrong!" Trowa growled, "Get out!"
"Ok . . . alright! I'm goin'! I'll see you both . . .uh . . .soon!"
"Bye Duo." Areia giggled, leaning against Trowa as she yawned, "Figured a way to make I up to me, yet?" She beamed as Duo left,
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe . . ." He chuckled.
- - - To be continued . . .
I would like to say that . . . I SUCK at action! Have you noticed that my one and only chapter that featured 'promised action' was short, badly written and BORING! I'm more of a drama and romance kinda gal . . . however . . . I do good angst too!
