Chapter 4: The Singing Jukebox

"Eden?" Heero finally spoke. "What in earth is Quatre doing with a girl?"

"I am one of his employees," Eden replied said a little harsh to Heero, "I work with Quatre."

"I thought maybe you would be his girlfriend," Trowa remarked, recovering Heero's words. He soon saw the blood rush to Eden's cheeks. 'So, she must like Quatre' Trowa thought.

Silence settled down upon both of them. Trowa looked at Heero and then back to Eden. Heero's face had a frown painted on it. He really doesn't like when girls get involved with a guy's work. He thinks they just get in the way too much. Especically Relena.

"Well," Eden finally spoke, "I might as well bring you in. Quatre is off on a little buisness."

Trowa and Heero nodded and followed Eden into the garage. At first, it was a simple, plain garage with a couple of cars being worked on. Through the back door, they had entered, was a small living room where two computers were and the fire place with a couch and two chairs. Trowa and Heero sat in the chairs, while Eden sat on the couch.

"So, what has Quatre been up to for the past six months?" Trowa asked.

"Well, I'm not the one to be telling you. When Quatre gets back, you should ask him for yourself."

"When will he be back?" Heero asked.

Before Eden could answer, Quatre had walked right into the door. "Eden," he began while he hung up his long black coat onto a hanger. "We have a little party to attend to tonight." When he turned around, he saw Trowa and Heero stand up from their seats. Quatre's mouth opened in surprise. "Heero, Trowa!" He said.

The two nodded their heads. "It's been a long time." Trowa informed him.

After the boys had arrived, Quatre had shown them around the place. He explained to them what he had been up to for the past six months and why he didn't tell him about the three girls who had run away from home to persue their dreams of fighting for the planet's peace. He also explained to them about Ramson and his organization. However, he left out the new gundam wings.

"So what do you want us to do?" Heero asked.

"N-nothing." Quatre replied, "You guys came here on your own. I didn't send for you."

"It doesn't matter," Heero began, "We are here to help you Quatre. What do you want us to do?"

Quatre thought for a minute. "Well, we do need more spies for Ramson's ball tonight." He said grinning, "You two can go as Jessie's and Dezarae's dates."

Heero was taken by surprise. "What?"

"No problem." Trowa said. "This could become serious."

"Exactly." Quatre said.

Evening began to settle in and Trowa and Heero got ready for the ball. However, they never met Jessie and Dezarae for they were both working. They left a message saying that they would meet Quatre and Eden at the ball. But they were in for a little surprise. Quatre thought they would love it.

Trowa was given Dezarae's room while Heero was given Jessie's room to get ready. It was a simple big room, which had a queen size bed in it. Above it was a canopy and attached was long heavy dark curtains. The walls were painted two different colors for there was a black border that split the wall in half, vertically. Baby blue was on the top while a soft purple close to the shade of the baby blue was on the bottom. An oak dresser was on the wall in front of the bed. There was no closet what so ever and a computer was in the corner, beside the dresser. Quatre explained that Jessie liked the castle beds. She was an open-minded teenager who's mind was always in other worlds. But when it came to work, she was serious.

Heero adjusted his tie in the mirror. 'A ball' he thought. 'How Relena and the others would like to see this.'

When he was done with his tie and combing his hair, a small jukebox caught his eye. He opened it slowly and a soft, familiar song sang from it. A song he knew from his old days. A picture of December and November engulfed his mind. "Can it be?" He whispered to himself. "No, they're dead. Plus, anybody could have this song."

There was a loud knock on the door. Trowa called out to him, "Are you ready?"

Heero quickly closed the jukebox's lid and replied, "Yeah." He scanned the room once more and left it. He was so looking forward on meeting this Jessie.

Jessie and Dezarae were not in their dresses, yet. They at first refused to wear dresses and found out that it would be dangerous to attend a ball without a dress. Eden had persuaded them into two beautiful dresses. Underneath the dresses, they would put bands to hold small hand guns. These were only for emergencies.

The time had finally come when they finished collecting the data for the controls from the originals gundams that the pilots once used. The data had a back up. The scientists which created the originals handed over the folder to Jessie and Dezarae. After that, they had returned to the garage where they found everyone gone.

A pile of clothing were soon found in their rooms. Jessie was very puzzled. Who could have been in their rooms? Had Quatre invited people for backup? That must be the reason there are guy clothes in their rooms. Jessie's hopes began to rise. Maybe this mission was going to be a success. But before she left, she better hide the folders.

Going under her bed, she opened a small door that was on the wall, covered by the ruffles. She placed the folder's in there. But that wasn't the only thing in there. A small necklace with an emerald was embroided in it. The chain was silver and on the stone, it said, Dakota. She smiled.

Jessie glanced at her watch, "Oh no!" She whispered, "We're going to be late!" Shoving the folder in with the necklace, Jessie locked the hatch, made sure it looked like nothing was behind the ruffles, got out from underneath the bed, and ran out the door, down the hall and down the stairs where Dezarae was waiting patiently in a baby blue dress. Her hair was up in a bun.

Dezarae looked up at Jessie whose hair was up with pieces of the ends spiked out all about. Two small braids with feathers were dangling down past her neck. Jessie smiled, "We're going to be late."

"But, Jessie, we're always late."

Both girls laughed. They headed out through the doors.

They were off to the ball.