DISCLAIMER ~ THESE ARE NOT MY CHARACTERS. NOR DOES THIS STORY GO BY THE TV
SHOW OR MOVIES. JUST MY OWN LITTLE THOUGHTS IN MY OWN LITTLE WORLD - YEA ~
Angel
OTHER STUFF~ I actually had a really good third chapter written up, and then I lost it, so uh, let's just hope this is just as good, k? *~*
*~* Back at the airport *~*
Duo was waiting calmly in the waiting area for his flight. He checked his watch one last time then heard the announcement that all first class passengers may board at that time. He grabbed his laptop bag and briefcase and held out his ticket as he walked through the boarding area.
"Um, Mr. Maxwell? We're going to have to see your id please?" The short, dark-haired ticketer mentioned quietly.
"Oh, really?" Duo grimaced as he held up the line trying to find his id. "Ah, here it is." He held it out to her. The ticketer lightly took it from his hands, matched the face with the name, and the name with the ticket.
"Thank you very much sir." She smiled and gave his id and ticket stub back. He stuffed both into his back pocket and smiling, picked up his briefcase again, and walked onto the boarding platform. As he walked onto the plane he noted the different types of people in first and second classes.
"Sir?" A slight blonde stepped up to him, "Are you having trouble finding your seat?"
Duo turned and smiled at her with his "melt your heart, jelly your legs" smile. "Actually," his eyes scanned her slowly, taking their time, then traveling straight back up to her brown eyes, "I am. Do you think you could help me?" He set his briefcase down again and dug in his back pocket for the ticket stub. He held it out to her and smiled his dashing smile again. She blushed.
"L-let's see," she stuttered, "B2, the only seat on the plane that has no other chair connected. The most room, you must like your privacy." She trailed off and led him to his seat. "Here you are Mr. Maxwell."
"For the flight just call me Chris, ok?" Duo's lie rolled easily off his tongue as he placed his briefcase in the over head compartment. He took a longer time than needed doing so, he wanted the woman to see his muscles and his build. He smirked when he saw her eyes widen slightly and the blush rise to her cheeks. "Well, thank you for your help," he dropped his hands to his side and paused.
"S-Sheree, my name's Sheree. And your welcome sir, uh, Chris." She smiled and moved quickly to the light at the back of the plane that suddenly blinked on with a loud "bling" noise.
Duo chuckled to himself as he sat down. This would be a fun flight after all, even though he had no intention to follow through on the plans that were surely forming in the blonde's head.
*~*Outside*~*
"Well, this is a great predicament!" Trowa, frowning immensely, chattered away, "Seeing as someone in our group needs serious anger management, we couldn't talk our way onto a flight." Heero shot him a death look. Quatra nearly smiled. They were on the other side of the fence around the runway and walking around. He suddenly turned, jumped on the fence, and scaled it in under a second. Wufei gave him a look and taking a running jump, kicked off a tree and over the fence. Heero and Trowa, who were too busy bickering, kept walking.
"Uh, guys?" Quatra called out. The two pilots looked over, Heero smiled and Trowa blushed. They were over in a matter of minutes. It would've been a quicker task if Trowa hadn't gotten caught on the fence by his belt. They were all a little filled with the jollies because they knew exactly what was on Quatra's mind without even having to ask. It was going to be rather easy outwitting the guards at the luggage gate, but hey, it was worth it to watch out for their best friend.
Slowly, as Quatra created the distraction, one by one the other 3 pilots climbed up the loading bay. Then Trowa threw his voice towards one of the officers and, making sound as though his voice were coming from the walky- talky around the mans belt, informed the group that there was a bomb on one of the other planes and that they shouldn't worry about one cargo holder, they would just send others over to take care of him. Easily Quatra ran around the back of the plane to hide behind a wheel as the group of police ran toward an imaginary number of a plane export. He watched them leave and sidled around, then simply walked up the loading bay. He smirked at his friends sitting in the darker parts of the cargo bay and pulling out pressurized masks.
"Well," He stated softly, "At least our luggage got here ok." He pointed and lay back on a bean bag going cross-country and had to resist laughing.
*~* In America*~*
The three girls scrambled from Zita's parked Mustang and dashed toward the back of a re-furbished castle. Dympna smiled as she saw a friendly African- American face coming toward them.
"Hey girls," he smiled back as the all got there turns to hug the tall man, "The Queen wants to see you right away." His deep voice rumbled with concern.
"What's up, Habib?" Chrystal said as she back up from the bear hug.
"I'm not sure." He smiled, "Or rather, I'm not permitted to explain out here, come, and follow me." He turned quickly and strode away.
The two Asians turned to their Caucasian friend; she shrugged and stepped forward to follow the man.
After being allowed inside through an almost completely invisible back door, they walked down a long, brightly lit hallway.
"Here," Habib said quickly, "I need to explain that it will not be easy to handle what has happed to Her Majesty. Look," he pulled off his shirt and they noticed all the gauze and large band-aids over his body. It was obvious the tall, slender but muscular man, had taken a serious blow. "I took most of the flame, but Milady took a small amount also. It is mostly on her left side. I would be most appreciative if you didn't mention it to her, she is doing much better now, and we knew you three would be on your way." He smiled and pulled his shirt back on. Opening the door, he stepped inside last.
Oh dear, Zita thought, poor Relena. She smiled and walked over to hug her burnt friend.
"My friends!" Queen Relena threw her arms open to embrace them all. She was in pain, but as queen, she wouldn't show it.
"So," Chrystal started, "What's up? What do you need us to do? Did someone try to assassinate you again? Do you need us to go after someone?"
"Calm, Chrystal, breath," Queen Relena smiled, "Nothing is the matter. A few children were playing with rather large cherry bombs at the orphanage that I was visiting and one of them accidentally dropped theirs in water. Somehow the chemical reaction started a fire. Habib, here, took most of the blow for me." Her body guard and the Queen shared a look that couldn't be mistaken for more than pure affection. She quickly looked back to her friends. "I merely need you three, or one of you, to pick someone very important up at the airport later on this afternoon." She giggled, "He is a very old friend of mine, his name is Maxwell, and I really don't care about the amount of you who goes to retrieve him, but either way. Would it be ok with you girls if he lived with you for a while? I have no place for him to be put up. I had told him that he would be staying at Gem Palisades, but as you know they were taken by arson. You girls don't mind do you?" Their queen smiled at them already knowing the answer.
"No, not at all," Dympna replied, "We'd do anything for one of our best friends." She smiled and bobbed her head to the beat that was coming out of the radio on the side table of the four-poster bed. All four girls, and even young Habib had a hearty laugh. They all said their goodbyes and Habib showed Zita, Dympna and Chrystal to the door again.
"Thank you girls, for not mentioning her face. She's really rather distraught about it, and you haven't even seen her side yet." He blushed slightly at letting the small piece of information slip that he had seen the Queens bare side. The girls laughed and Zita explained, "No biggie, it's kind of obvious you two like each other." She slapped him playfully. "Anyway, it didn't look all that bad; we could just tell it hurt a lot." She remembered the way Relena had stiffened when they'd hugged her and the already scabbed over cuts up her left side of her neck and part of her face, and grimaced.
"Well, we'll see you later then," Dympna smiled and slapped him on the back, were it wouldn't hurt.
"Oh," he said as they started to walk away, I forgot to tell you that you have to remember to hold a sign that says 'Section Altasie' and are to drive the limo." He threw the keys to the girls. Zita, being the tallest, snatched them out of the air and beamed, "I'm driving!"
Habib chuckled as he watched the three girls scramble toward the white limo, "Be careful, Zita, the man is a heart tamer." He walked back inside to attend to his Lady.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sorry for the late arrival. Speaking of late, I'm tired, so I'm sorry if it sorta trailed on and on- heh heh ~ Angel
OTHER STUFF~ I actually had a really good third chapter written up, and then I lost it, so uh, let's just hope this is just as good, k? *~*
*~* Back at the airport *~*
Duo was waiting calmly in the waiting area for his flight. He checked his watch one last time then heard the announcement that all first class passengers may board at that time. He grabbed his laptop bag and briefcase and held out his ticket as he walked through the boarding area.
"Um, Mr. Maxwell? We're going to have to see your id please?" The short, dark-haired ticketer mentioned quietly.
"Oh, really?" Duo grimaced as he held up the line trying to find his id. "Ah, here it is." He held it out to her. The ticketer lightly took it from his hands, matched the face with the name, and the name with the ticket.
"Thank you very much sir." She smiled and gave his id and ticket stub back. He stuffed both into his back pocket and smiling, picked up his briefcase again, and walked onto the boarding platform. As he walked onto the plane he noted the different types of people in first and second classes.
"Sir?" A slight blonde stepped up to him, "Are you having trouble finding your seat?"
Duo turned and smiled at her with his "melt your heart, jelly your legs" smile. "Actually," his eyes scanned her slowly, taking their time, then traveling straight back up to her brown eyes, "I am. Do you think you could help me?" He set his briefcase down again and dug in his back pocket for the ticket stub. He held it out to her and smiled his dashing smile again. She blushed.
"L-let's see," she stuttered, "B2, the only seat on the plane that has no other chair connected. The most room, you must like your privacy." She trailed off and led him to his seat. "Here you are Mr. Maxwell."
"For the flight just call me Chris, ok?" Duo's lie rolled easily off his tongue as he placed his briefcase in the over head compartment. He took a longer time than needed doing so, he wanted the woman to see his muscles and his build. He smirked when he saw her eyes widen slightly and the blush rise to her cheeks. "Well, thank you for your help," he dropped his hands to his side and paused.
"S-Sheree, my name's Sheree. And your welcome sir, uh, Chris." She smiled and moved quickly to the light at the back of the plane that suddenly blinked on with a loud "bling" noise.
Duo chuckled to himself as he sat down. This would be a fun flight after all, even though he had no intention to follow through on the plans that were surely forming in the blonde's head.
*~*Outside*~*
"Well, this is a great predicament!" Trowa, frowning immensely, chattered away, "Seeing as someone in our group needs serious anger management, we couldn't talk our way onto a flight." Heero shot him a death look. Quatra nearly smiled. They were on the other side of the fence around the runway and walking around. He suddenly turned, jumped on the fence, and scaled it in under a second. Wufei gave him a look and taking a running jump, kicked off a tree and over the fence. Heero and Trowa, who were too busy bickering, kept walking.
"Uh, guys?" Quatra called out. The two pilots looked over, Heero smiled and Trowa blushed. They were over in a matter of minutes. It would've been a quicker task if Trowa hadn't gotten caught on the fence by his belt. They were all a little filled with the jollies because they knew exactly what was on Quatra's mind without even having to ask. It was going to be rather easy outwitting the guards at the luggage gate, but hey, it was worth it to watch out for their best friend.
Slowly, as Quatra created the distraction, one by one the other 3 pilots climbed up the loading bay. Then Trowa threw his voice towards one of the officers and, making sound as though his voice were coming from the walky- talky around the mans belt, informed the group that there was a bomb on one of the other planes and that they shouldn't worry about one cargo holder, they would just send others over to take care of him. Easily Quatra ran around the back of the plane to hide behind a wheel as the group of police ran toward an imaginary number of a plane export. He watched them leave and sidled around, then simply walked up the loading bay. He smirked at his friends sitting in the darker parts of the cargo bay and pulling out pressurized masks.
"Well," He stated softly, "At least our luggage got here ok." He pointed and lay back on a bean bag going cross-country and had to resist laughing.
*~* In America*~*
The three girls scrambled from Zita's parked Mustang and dashed toward the back of a re-furbished castle. Dympna smiled as she saw a friendly African- American face coming toward them.
"Hey girls," he smiled back as the all got there turns to hug the tall man, "The Queen wants to see you right away." His deep voice rumbled with concern.
"What's up, Habib?" Chrystal said as she back up from the bear hug.
"I'm not sure." He smiled, "Or rather, I'm not permitted to explain out here, come, and follow me." He turned quickly and strode away.
The two Asians turned to their Caucasian friend; she shrugged and stepped forward to follow the man.
After being allowed inside through an almost completely invisible back door, they walked down a long, brightly lit hallway.
"Here," Habib said quickly, "I need to explain that it will not be easy to handle what has happed to Her Majesty. Look," he pulled off his shirt and they noticed all the gauze and large band-aids over his body. It was obvious the tall, slender but muscular man, had taken a serious blow. "I took most of the flame, but Milady took a small amount also. It is mostly on her left side. I would be most appreciative if you didn't mention it to her, she is doing much better now, and we knew you three would be on your way." He smiled and pulled his shirt back on. Opening the door, he stepped inside last.
Oh dear, Zita thought, poor Relena. She smiled and walked over to hug her burnt friend.
"My friends!" Queen Relena threw her arms open to embrace them all. She was in pain, but as queen, she wouldn't show it.
"So," Chrystal started, "What's up? What do you need us to do? Did someone try to assassinate you again? Do you need us to go after someone?"
"Calm, Chrystal, breath," Queen Relena smiled, "Nothing is the matter. A few children were playing with rather large cherry bombs at the orphanage that I was visiting and one of them accidentally dropped theirs in water. Somehow the chemical reaction started a fire. Habib, here, took most of the blow for me." Her body guard and the Queen shared a look that couldn't be mistaken for more than pure affection. She quickly looked back to her friends. "I merely need you three, or one of you, to pick someone very important up at the airport later on this afternoon." She giggled, "He is a very old friend of mine, his name is Maxwell, and I really don't care about the amount of you who goes to retrieve him, but either way. Would it be ok with you girls if he lived with you for a while? I have no place for him to be put up. I had told him that he would be staying at Gem Palisades, but as you know they were taken by arson. You girls don't mind do you?" Their queen smiled at them already knowing the answer.
"No, not at all," Dympna replied, "We'd do anything for one of our best friends." She smiled and bobbed her head to the beat that was coming out of the radio on the side table of the four-poster bed. All four girls, and even young Habib had a hearty laugh. They all said their goodbyes and Habib showed Zita, Dympna and Chrystal to the door again.
"Thank you girls, for not mentioning her face. She's really rather distraught about it, and you haven't even seen her side yet." He blushed slightly at letting the small piece of information slip that he had seen the Queens bare side. The girls laughed and Zita explained, "No biggie, it's kind of obvious you two like each other." She slapped him playfully. "Anyway, it didn't look all that bad; we could just tell it hurt a lot." She remembered the way Relena had stiffened when they'd hugged her and the already scabbed over cuts up her left side of her neck and part of her face, and grimaced.
"Well, we'll see you later then," Dympna smiled and slapped him on the back, were it wouldn't hurt.
"Oh," he said as they started to walk away, I forgot to tell you that you have to remember to hold a sign that says 'Section Altasie' and are to drive the limo." He threw the keys to the girls. Zita, being the tallest, snatched them out of the air and beamed, "I'm driving!"
Habib chuckled as he watched the three girls scramble toward the white limo, "Be careful, Zita, the man is a heart tamer." He walked back inside to attend to his Lady.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sorry for the late arrival. Speaking of late, I'm tired, so I'm sorry if it sorta trailed on and on- heh heh ~ Angel