Disclaimers: This is one of those reoccurring problems, see, when I close my eyes, I imagine myself owning Gundam wing and totally messing with their lives while I make billions of dollars of it. But then when I open my eyes, in reality I don't own gundam wing, (I still get to toy with their lives ^_^)
AN: I'm back! So cool. I can't believe I have fans! This is so awesome! But any way on to the fic!
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"Hey Cathy," Dorothy called from across the large tent where Cathy and here brother were practicing. "Got anything for me to do?"
Catherine stared at her brother with an amazed look and then
back to Dorothy, "You're looking for work?" Dorothy nodded and Catherine turned
to her brother, "Trowa, she's looking for work. She must be sick!"
The clown snorted and Dorothy rolled her eyes. "No, I'm quite well, I just hate
doing nothing. I hate being bored."
Some how, for some reason, Trowa had no doubt that was true. Of, course, at the
current moment, Trowa would have believed her if the sky was falling. Dorothy
wore a pair of loose khaki pants and a tight white shirt on. Her hair had been
shortened so that it hung just above her waist. And her eyebrows had also been
altered, probably so that nobody would notice them and remember her. She was
still beautiful. ~Damn! Just why is it she has me drooling all over her. I bet
she's trying to get this reaction. It's all part of some sick plan. ~ Boy would
Trowa have loved to believe that BS. But, that was completely untrue. The fact
that he had advised that outfit, (AN: I know, Trowa picking out clothes, scary
idea.) over the skirt and blouse outfit was not helping his cause.
Dorothy was having problems of her own. Trowa was so hot! The loose jeans and T-shirt were definitely a look made for him. And even better the shirt wasn't clingy, but didn't droop, just fit his frame perfectly. That man was getting on her nerves and she had only been there a few days. It was so not fair! She couldn't fall in love! That was not part of her plan; love was bad. Love meant hurt. There was no doubt; love meant, in bold letters, 'Heartbreak City, One way!'
Catherine gave an interesting look at both of the tent's other occupants. Dorothy had moved close to the group; and the look she was giving Trowa was the one that every other girl on earth gave him. The look that said, 'He is so damn cute!' And Trowa was giving her the same look. Sisterly instinct kicked in. There was definitely something going on between them and they weren't going to do anything to help it along. Oh well, if there was anything Catherine loved it was playing matchmaker. Inside a little figure of herself in a devil costume smirked and rubbed her hands together deviously. Newest targets: Dorothy Catalonia, Trowa Barton.
"Well, Dorothy, um, I know Trowa still has to feed the
lions, but since I've heard you get along with them very well, why don't you
help! You know just make sure Trowa doesn't stay too long when we have to
practice," Cathy announced cheerily.
Dorothy looked at her suspiciously. She was reminded all to well of the,
'girlfriend incident.' If instinct was telling her anything, it was that
Catherine Bloom was up to something. Trowa was thinking the exact same thing.
His sister was defiantly up to something. But then the little demon known as
'hormones' kicked in, and he got the little wicked idea of being with Dorothy.
She really was very pretty.
So as a result, THEY ended up feeding the lions. Which meant, Trowa fed the lions and talked to them while Dorothy watched. Which didn't bother her as much as she thought. He showed so much kindness to the lions. Dorothy wondered if anyone would be so kind, so loving to her. That thought brought on a scowl. Not looking for love. Stop thinking about it!
Trowa turned to her, "So Dorothy I see you did something
useful."
She pursed her lips together before replying sweetly, "Well, you see, I'm just
a useless Duchess, who can't go into feed the big mean lions. So of course I
just HAD to let the big brave man do it while I sat and watched with baited
breath, for fear something should happen to my brave champion." She clutched
her hands in front of her. Every word dripped with sarcasm.
He smiled back at her, "Since when was I anything of yours?" he asked coolly.
Dorothy blinked, "Well, since you're a little slow I'll have to explain. You see I was being sarcastic." She broke down the last word as if speaking to a child, "And that means that I was in a joking way lying about a trivial thing. So that means that I didn't mean a word of what I said. Do you understand?"
The lion tamer worked really hard not to roll his eyes. "I
understand sarcasm, Dorothy. And I was just making sure. I'd be scared if you
meant it."
She felt herself growing red with angry. Before she knew it she had muttered a
Spanish curse, its meaning not lost to Trowa, who understood Spanish. In return
he gave an insult in French. But naturally, Dorothy was fluent in French and
retorted in German. The battle between them continued. Each firing back another
insult in a different language. Catherine just happened to peek at her handy
work and saw the two targets in the middle of their very heated, multi-language
argument. In a few minutes she was sure they had spoken in at least ten
different dialects. Not to mention that Trowa had probably said more than he
had over the past year. Finally she gave up. There would most definitely be no
stopping them.
Trowa looked at Dorothy, impressed with how many languages she knew. They had managed to understand each other in different lingoes for the past twenty minutes. He finally decided that this was enough, his throat hurt. He didn't think he had ever talked this much. So with a quick breath he spoke. In Vietnamese. Dorothy gave him a blank look. Hah! He beat her.
The ex-Duchess racked her brain far a language, any one would do. She bit her lip for a minute then smiled when her idea came to her, she spoke, this time in Filipino. Trowa had no clue in hell what she said. They both looked at each other smugly for a minute, then spoke in English. "You don't know what I said do you?" Dorothy asked.
Trowa shrugged, "You don't know what I said either. Call it a tie. Later. Got to practice."
The clown followed his sister back to the tent mentally slapping himself for his lack of self-control. Sure, she didn't understand what he said, but HE knew what he said. He called her, 'A sarcastic, stubborn sieren.' And he knew it was true.
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All she wanted to do was scream. How the hell could she have let that slip! Just because he didn't understand didn't mean she was allowed to say that he was, 'A conceited, arrogant, hottie.' It wasn't fair. She couldn't afford to fall in love. But then again…..
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The performance that night was spectacular! Everything from the clown act to the acrobats to the animals was perfect! Three more shows and they would be off to start their tour of colonies. As in, leaving earth. Dorothy was in a content mood when she stepped into Trowa's trailer late that night. She could hear Trowa in the shower and smiled wistfully. There were no doubts about it, Trowa really was a hottie. After the finale, Dorothy had insisted she help with the 'post-show' chores that need to be done, and since she wore no make-up or was terribly sweaty from an act she stayed till everything was done. It had been a long time since she had ever felt more fulfilled. She felt needed, a completely new experience for her. And she liked it.
She plopped down on the couch and smiled, picking up the book she had started the other night. When she opened it, she discovered a second bookmark a few pages before hers. Obviously Trowa had been reading as well. No matter, she thought, not my problem.
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The days following were very much the same. Since Dorothy did not have much paper work to do, she did the little odd jobs that other people were to busy to do. She offered a hand when needed and anything else asked of her. She found it all very nice. Before, she sat on her ass and TOLD people what to do instead of doing things herself. With a relaxed sigh she began to read.
The last performance was a huge success. Not a soul in the sold out show was standing on their feet clapping. Everyone was happy, and even the backstage crew, like lighting and Dorothy were called out for a final bow. Never in her life did Dorothy feel so happy. Life was going good.
The morning after all the equipment was being packed up, the tents, extra supplies, costumes, etc. Because everyone was working it was all done by noon and all Dorothy wanted to do was go take a nap.
But Catherine intercepted her on the way to Trowa's trailer.
"Hey, Dorothy, where ya goin?"
She closed her eyes and pictured a nice shower, "To go take a shower and a nap. Why?"
Cathy rolled her eyes, "The shower is fine, but there is no way in hell, you're gonna take a nap."
"There a reason?" Dorothy asked irritantly.
"Like, yeah!" Cathy replied just as annoyed. "Didn't anyone tell you?" Dorothy shook her head. "Well after we all pack up, we have this big barbeque/dance/party thing. It's really fun. If you have a significant other you get in some dance time, or just have fun. It's really awesome." Dorothy looked at her skeptically. "You're not thinking of not coming are you?!"
"Well, actually, yeah."
"No way uh huh. Everyone who helps has to come. Come on, it's
so much fun."
"Fine, I'll go. Now can I go take my shower?"
Catherine sighed dramatically, "Fine but hurry up, and meet back in my trailer when your done. Keep your hair wet!"
Dorothy blinked at her, "Why?"
"Because, getting ready is half the fun!" ~ And we've got to knock Trowa off his feet! ~
Dorothy marched off into the trailer with a deep set scowl. ~ What had she gotten herself into this time? ~
