AN: okie dokie, I always forget what I was gonna write for my authors note, but um.. (I told you that I always forget, and my 18-year-old brother is tugging on my hair right now and I can't think as well I usually do.) But anyway…. ( I know I want to say something but I can't remember what!! It's so not fair!)

Eureka!!! * Light bulb starts glowing above Lit Tenshi's head. * I'VE GOT IT!!! * Light bulb goes out* Damnit. Um…

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, (it owns me) j/k

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Dorothy pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Some time ago Trowa must have brought it to his trailer when she was off visiting. She entered the bathroom and took a deep breath before shedding her simple clothes. Glancing at her reflection she had to sigh again. Her body was slim and perfectly shaped. But as she turned around her lower back and butt were covered with horrible scars. Dorothy shuddered involuntarily as the memories of how she got those scars ran into her mind.

Dorothy held back a tear as she stepped into the shower and turned it one. Her scars. They had come from her grandfather. At the tender and susceptible age of six, her mother had died and she was shipped off to her last, living, adult relative, Duke Dermail. From that sad day on he began to mentor her in the ways of war. He had beaten her when she had had doubts; he frightened her with lies of all sorts, and more lies when they were convenient.

She closed her eyes, she did, by no means lay all the blame on her grandfather for her past behavior. No, she was partly to blame. Like most teenagers, she had her 'obsessions.' Dorothy loved strategy. She loved argument and debate, anything that meant outthinking your opponent. Thus, her grandfather found another weakness. He merely put it to his use. He told her, that war was nothing more than consenting people allowing themselves to take part in a worldwide game of strategy. She was enthralled.

Years later, Duke Dermail found another weakness buried for years. Dorothy's father. General Catalonia was the only person Dorothy had ever trusted or loved. About a year before her mother had passed away, her father had gone off to fight in the war. That was how he died. Dorothy loved her father, but now the thrill of planning. It was her belief as well as her father's that if you are ever to believe something, you should put your heart, and mind and soul and strength into it. Or not believe it all. She would have followed her father into death had he so desired. She loved her father that much. Another reason she had a quote unquote "passion for war". Her father had died for that cause. If it was worth her father's life, it was something Dorothy was going to work towards.

Unfortunately her grandfather had emitted the fact that her father had went off to war to 'stop' the fighting not preserve it. So she continued to play Duke Dermail's little pawn.

By the time she met Miss Relena, Dorothy had completely fooled everyone including herself that war was her life. She lied to herself when Miss Relena's talk of peace began to crack through her shell. Her next attacker was the zero system. The first time she used, it showed her, well that true feelings that she worked so hard to hide. Finally her last encounter with said system and the duel. Then the final blow came from seven words from a silent man. "How sad a woman who can't weep."

Dorothy cursed herself as the water cascaded over her and whimpered. What a fool. What a damned fool she was. She began to cry. Her tears mixing with the downpour of the shower.

"Dorothy are you all right?" Trowa's worried voice cut through her memories. She internally thanked him.

"I'm fine.

Dorothy finished her shower and changed quickly before stepping outside to greet Trowa. She gave him a pretty smile at his worried look; "Now don't tell me worried because a GIRL took too much time in the bathroom."

Trowa seemed relieved at her comment and shook his head; the tiniest hint of a smile lighted his face. He stepped past her into the bathroom.

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Trowa stepped into the shower and felt like screaming. She was right, why was he worried about her? For one thing she was a girl. Girls meant trouble, especially girls Catherine was especially friendly towards. Which brings about another train of thought. Cathy, his Cathy had willing accepted this girl as his girlfriend. That was completely out of character for her since; she was the basic overprotective big sibling. He let that thought slide and returned to his previous thoughts. Despite the fact that he already knew that girls took their sweet time in the bathroom, but when he didn't hear the shower so he got worried. Now why had he been worried about a girl he wasn't supposed to like that much? 

When he stepped out of the shower he closed his eyes. The first thing he saw was Dorothy, she had a pretty smile when she was being sincere about it. He smirked. ~Definitely been listening to Cathy too much. I'm starting to care about what women look like. ~

Soon Trowa was in the 'living room' of is trailer. Dorothy was reading one of his books. It didn't surprise him that she had already made herself at home enough to take one of his books without asking. Naturally, it had to be the exact book he was reading, but that was beside the point. "Dorothy," he whispered.

She looked up at, "yes?"

"You might want to get to bed soon. You'll have to be up early." Trowa mentally prepared himself for the argument that would ensue. But instead Dorothy shrugged.

"If you suggest, I suppose it might be wise to listen to you." She gave him a smug little smile when his mouth hung open a bit. But he just turned and left.

"Night Dorothy."

"Good night Trowa."

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Around midnight, Dorothy sat up from her bed on the couch. The nightmares were back. They had never left but they were still there. Visions of blood. The blood of her friends, her father, and innocent people she had seen passing by. Her grandfather's voice protruding through the chaos telling her it was all her fault. Sadly, this was normal for her, so Dorothy no longer screamed when this dreams came to her. It was just a matter of returning to sleep now, and most of the time they were dreamless so there was nothing to worry about. Taking a deep breath Dorothy laid her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes, letting sleep over take her.

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Trowa's eyes flew open. It was about midnight and the dreams were back. He saw people hurting, friends dieing, and everyone else in pain, while he sat in his Gundam, clutching the controls. Collecting his thoughts he rolled onto his side and took a few deep breaths. He needed to talk to someone. But, there was no on e to understand his pain. He shivered, he felt so cold and so alone and so hopeless. He needed someone. He shut his eyes tight and fell asleep, body and mind numb.

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The next morning….

"So this is what you need to do," the manager said handing Dorothy a list. "You have to fill out three sets of that set of paperwork, send them into the local government officials, file a fourth set, and these messages need to be sent to these people, you got that?"

Dorothy nodded and sat down at the computer, "Anything else?"

"Not at the moment."

"Oh, sir, what should I do when I finish, then?"

The manager shook his head, "Trust me you probably won't finish." Then he turned and left.

Dorothy smiled at the screen in front of her. Luckily, she had enough experience with Romefeller to be able to do any sort of such paperwork, quickly and efficiently. She began to hum softly and began to type..

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Trowa yawned as three knives were hurled at his face with deadly accuracy. "Oh, come on Trowa, don't tell me you're bored," his sister commented.

He shrugged like it didn't really matter, like having sharp objects thrown at you was no big thing. Catherine sighed and picked up he next knife. "Sometimes you can be so dull."

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The manager walked into the trailer turned office and saw Dorothy sitting contently, waiting for the last copy of the last document to print. She smiled at him when his mouth kind of fell open. "You're done already?"

"Well, yes, actually. You see most people tend to fill out paperwork by hand, but since this computer has a perfectly useful scanner, all I had to do was scan it once, fill it out nice and neatly on the computer and print it out. And with the wonderful invention of E-mail, I only had to print out one set. And the messages you gave me were easily typed up and sent via E-mail as well. Secretarial work is just like cooking, it's very easy once you know your way around the work place."

The manager scratched his head for a moment. "Well that save a great deal of time, usually it takes someone all day to get that stuff done."

"Is there anything else I can help out with, I would really hate to just sit around and do nothing when there is something that I can do."

"Yes, I suppose there is, go talk to Catherine, she'll be able to give you something to do."

Dorothy gave him another smile before exiting the trailer. When he was alone, the manager sat down in his chair and grinned like an idiot. "Whenever I hire someone with pathetic credentials, they always turn out to be a solid investment."

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"Oh, come one Trowa, can't you just pretend to be a little scared? It's absolutely no fun when you just stand there. You might as well be a chalk drawing for all the fun you're giving me."

Trowa frowned, "I have no reason to be scared. I know you're not gonna miss."

Catherine pouted, "You are so not fun."

Trowa rolled his eyes and he glanced around the big circus tent.  His sister could be so … whiney. With a smirk, he let Catherine rant at him while he thought of other matters. Like Dorothy. ~No. Bad clown. Dorothy is off limits. There has to be something else to think about. ~ Then, why, couldn't he stop thinking of her? ~Damn women! Always popping into a guy's thoughts at the most inopportune times. No wonder Yuy kept messing up his missions when Relena was around. ~

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AN: Chapter 3 is done!!! Kupput! Fini!!! * author laughs manically* Anyway, I'm sorry for the wait. Life just has this way of pushing everything at you at once. It really sucks. Besides that….. Please review. Oh yeah and um *Chibi M-chan (my muse) slaps author on the head. * What?  Okay bye. Thanks for reading!