Will You Let Me Be Your Hero 4
Quatre first started to notice the strain in her eyes six months later. It was soon followed by frowns at nothing, far away stares when she should have been paying attention. Just little things that Relena was not known for.
It could have been the meeting they were in, it was boring and over many trivial matters. But that had never seemed to affect her before. He hadn't bothered to approach her on it though. It was likely none of his buisness and it wasn't his nature to interfere.
"Relena," he said warmly, coming up next to her after the meeting. "I haven't had the chance to talk to you in awhile, would you consider having lunch with me?" In his head he was thinking more of the lines of him having a chance to be around her. He thought it was pitiful really, he was deep in the throes of desparation.
She snapped out of her trance and glanced at him. "Oh Quatre, I'm sorry, there are some things I really most attend to. I appreciate the offer though." She seemed not to notice her frown as she turned away and began heading to the outside of the building without even saying bye.
Quatre was somewhat shocked. Relena was never rude, and she never ruled him out as a distraction before either. His chest panged roughly and he quickly wiped the hurt look off his face before anyone could take notice of it. Mouth set in a stern line he took leave of the room himself. His pleasant disposition ruined for the rest of the day.
The next time he saw Relena was at a meeting several months later. If she had looked downcast the first time, she was positively stormy in appearance now. He wondered why he was the only one who seemed to notice. Of course being a polotician gave her some advangtage, she was undoubtably in control of her appearance, but even the dullest could see some of her emotional slip ups. Going against his better judgement he made up his mind to ask her the problem when everything was threw.
She left quickly as the people attending the meetings dispersed and he was hard pressed to keep up with her.
"Relena," he shouted, not caring that the bystanders nearby gave him a funny look. She turned around, an irritated look flashing across her features before she saw it was Quatre.
"Hello Quatre, I haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been?" The pleasantries were almost forced.
"I'm fine. Listen, could we talk?"
"I'm afraid I have some other things scheduled for today."
"Just for a couple minutes. Please?"
She sighed. "I suppose." They took seats in two of the chairs by the hallway. "Yes?"
"Whats going on Relena?"
"Whatever do you mean." A bland expression was given to him.
"You're not acting like you. Is there something the matter?"
Different emotions flitted across her face and to his great surprise she flung her arms around him and started to cry.
"Relena?" he asked tenatively, his hand unconsciously coming up to stroke her hair in an attempt to soothe her.
"I'm just some figurehead. Not worth being loved for who I am, just what I bring. I thought he loved me." She sniffed.
Quatre couldn't have been more shocked. "What?"
"He wants a divorce." A fresh batch of sobs swallowed anything else she was going to say.
"Why!" Quatre couldn't believe it. He would never have suspected Heero to do that to her. Especially after the talk that they had had.
"He said he thought loved me, that he wanted to be with me. But when he thought about it over the past couple of months he just loved what I represented and that wasn't fair to me. He started out just being cold and I confronted him finally and he said all that!" Her words were interrupted by a hiccup that came out with sobs.
Quatre looked around, glad that the hallway was empty save them. He was sure that had Relena been in a coherant state she wouldn't have wanted to say that in front of anyone. "I don't know why Heero would do this Relena. But I truly am sorry. I wish...." He didn't finish the thought. I wish I had been with you instead of him. He stood up, bringing her up to stand beside him. "Come on, we'll get you back to your hotel, I'll call your office and have them cancel your appointments for the rest of the day."
She sniffed and tried to straighten her hair. "Thank you Quatre, you're so good to me, even though I have been rather rude to you as of late."
"You're my friend Relena. I'd do anything for you." He mentally slapped himself for adding the last part. He led her out to the lobby and to his limo. Giving the driver directions to her hotel he put a comforting arm around her as she continued crying.
The limo pulled to a stop in front of the posh hotel and he escorted her up to her room. Standing at the door he gave her a look over. Her eyes were red rimmed and her makeup smeared. But she still looked beautiful.
"Thank you Quatre. I appreciate everything. I'll give you a call tomorrow ok? I'm just going to get some alone time now." She gave him a watery smile.
"Alright Relena, try to get some rest." He turned from the door and heard it close quietly behind him. "I'm sorry Relena," he whispered.
His eyes narrowed. "Heero."
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
Quatre first started to notice the strain in her eyes six months later. It was soon followed by frowns at nothing, far away stares when she should have been paying attention. Just little things that Relena was not known for.
It could have been the meeting they were in, it was boring and over many trivial matters. But that had never seemed to affect her before. He hadn't bothered to approach her on it though. It was likely none of his buisness and it wasn't his nature to interfere.
"Relena," he said warmly, coming up next to her after the meeting. "I haven't had the chance to talk to you in awhile, would you consider having lunch with me?" In his head he was thinking more of the lines of him having a chance to be around her. He thought it was pitiful really, he was deep in the throes of desparation.
She snapped out of her trance and glanced at him. "Oh Quatre, I'm sorry, there are some things I really most attend to. I appreciate the offer though." She seemed not to notice her frown as she turned away and began heading to the outside of the building without even saying bye.
Quatre was somewhat shocked. Relena was never rude, and she never ruled him out as a distraction before either. His chest panged roughly and he quickly wiped the hurt look off his face before anyone could take notice of it. Mouth set in a stern line he took leave of the room himself. His pleasant disposition ruined for the rest of the day.
The next time he saw Relena was at a meeting several months later. If she had looked downcast the first time, she was positively stormy in appearance now. He wondered why he was the only one who seemed to notice. Of course being a polotician gave her some advangtage, she was undoubtably in control of her appearance, but even the dullest could see some of her emotional slip ups. Going against his better judgement he made up his mind to ask her the problem when everything was threw.
She left quickly as the people attending the meetings dispersed and he was hard pressed to keep up with her.
"Relena," he shouted, not caring that the bystanders nearby gave him a funny look. She turned around, an irritated look flashing across her features before she saw it was Quatre.
"Hello Quatre, I haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been?" The pleasantries were almost forced.
"I'm fine. Listen, could we talk?"
"I'm afraid I have some other things scheduled for today."
"Just for a couple minutes. Please?"
She sighed. "I suppose." They took seats in two of the chairs by the hallway. "Yes?"
"Whats going on Relena?"
"Whatever do you mean." A bland expression was given to him.
"You're not acting like you. Is there something the matter?"
Different emotions flitted across her face and to his great surprise she flung her arms around him and started to cry.
"Relena?" he asked tenatively, his hand unconsciously coming up to stroke her hair in an attempt to soothe her.
"I'm just some figurehead. Not worth being loved for who I am, just what I bring. I thought he loved me." She sniffed.
Quatre couldn't have been more shocked. "What?"
"He wants a divorce." A fresh batch of sobs swallowed anything else she was going to say.
"Why!" Quatre couldn't believe it. He would never have suspected Heero to do that to her. Especially after the talk that they had had.
"He said he thought loved me, that he wanted to be with me. But when he thought about it over the past couple of months he just loved what I represented and that wasn't fair to me. He started out just being cold and I confronted him finally and he said all that!" Her words were interrupted by a hiccup that came out with sobs.
Quatre looked around, glad that the hallway was empty save them. He was sure that had Relena been in a coherant state she wouldn't have wanted to say that in front of anyone. "I don't know why Heero would do this Relena. But I truly am sorry. I wish...." He didn't finish the thought. I wish I had been with you instead of him. He stood up, bringing her up to stand beside him. "Come on, we'll get you back to your hotel, I'll call your office and have them cancel your appointments for the rest of the day."
She sniffed and tried to straighten her hair. "Thank you Quatre, you're so good to me, even though I have been rather rude to you as of late."
"You're my friend Relena. I'd do anything for you." He mentally slapped himself for adding the last part. He led her out to the lobby and to his limo. Giving the driver directions to her hotel he put a comforting arm around her as she continued crying.
The limo pulled to a stop in front of the posh hotel and he escorted her up to her room. Standing at the door he gave her a look over. Her eyes were red rimmed and her makeup smeared. But she still looked beautiful.
"Thank you Quatre. I appreciate everything. I'll give you a call tomorrow ok? I'm just going to get some alone time now." She gave him a watery smile.
"Alright Relena, try to get some rest." He turned from the door and heard it close quietly behind him. "I'm sorry Relena," he whispered.
His eyes narrowed. "Heero."
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.