Title: Exercising an Option
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance Pairings: 5+S, 13+6, 1+2, 3+4 Warnings: AU, Language, Shounen-ai, Citrus Rating: R Archived:
Chapter 2
"Quit fussing over me, or you're fired," snapped Wufei, said to the blond man who was handing him a bottle of water. "You're my manager, not my mother."
"You can't fire me," said Quatre, "I have an iron clad contract. Just ask your lawyer."
"He does," said the dark haired man Quatre had indicated with a jerk of his chin.
"Whose side are you on anyway?" Wufei asked him, glaring. The glare was returned with interest. "Mine."
"Kill all the lawyers," muttered Wufei.
"I heard that," said Heero Yuy. "As your lawyer, I wouldn't recommend it."
"Not that you're up to kicking much ass at the moment," said a taller, auburn haired man, coming back into the seating compartment of the private plane.
"Please, don't remind me, Trowa" groaned Wufei. "I still can't believe we screwed the pooch on that stunt. I'm just relieved you didn't get hurt too. I would have sworn we checked that rig at least 3 times." He ground his teeth in frustration.
"I'm glad you didn't permanently fuck up your shoulder," said Trowa. "I've taken a few spills myself doing stunts, but that was the all time wonder how the hell you walked away from it trick of all time."
"Your insurance people are screaming as it is," said Quatre. "One more of those, and I won't be able to get you insured at any price."
"We'll just sic Heero on them," said Trowa. "He'd scare a hungry wolf off a dead carcass."
"I'll have that printed on my business cards," said Heero, not looking up from his laptop.
"Do you ever turn that damned thing off?" asked Wufei, pointing at the platinum covered electronic device Heero was typing away at.
"No," said Heero. "Don't bother me, I'm negotiating the last details of the settlement from the studio."
"Going for the jugular," said Quatre, shaking his head.
"That's why he looks so happy," said Trowa dryly, totally deadpan.
"I don't know if Heero does a happy face," said Quatre, grinning at the auburn haired Latin man.
"I don't even want to know what makes him happy," said Wufei. "Too scary to think about."
Heero ignored them as usual and continued typing.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm looking forward to a little time off at this spa. Where is it again?" asked Quatre.
He loosened his navy blue tie and vest and leaned back in the first class seat, kicking off his loafers. Trowa glanced over at him and smiled faintly. Quatre was wiggling his toes, sighing and tousling his pale shaggy hair. It gave him a boyish air that was quite misleading, as Trowa well knew.
"Green Mountain, Montana," said Trowa. "Very out of the way. Hot springs, supposed to be very private, very beautiful back country. We'll be pretty much incognito."
"Sounds great," said Wufei, exhaling. "I'm so tired of ass kissers and deal mongers."
"Hey," said Quatre, with a pained expression. "You're talking about my favorite people."
Trowa snickered. "You need to start hanging out in the clean world, sweetie," he said. "You poor deprived thing."
"Someone has to do it," said Quatre shrugging. "And, I'm damn good at what I do." He grinned.
"That's because you're so blasted innocent looking, no one suspects anything until you've got them stripped down to their shorts," said Wufei.
"Whatever works," said Quatre, his grin turning evil. "Right, Tro?"
"I'm admitting nothing without my attorney present," said Trowa, pretending to look at a magazine.
"I'm here," said Heero, looking up briefly. "I advise you to get a prenup."
Quatre laughed.
"Oh, come on," said Wufei. "I know you only came along so you can play kissy face with my stunt coordinator," he said to Quatre. "And get me to pay for it."
"Interesting how that worked out," said Quatre, yawning widely and putting his seat back. "Wake me up when we get to this Montana place, Tro," he said, falling asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
"They're so cute when they're asleep," said Trowa, pulling a blanket over the other man, and giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
"You ought to rest too," said Heero to Wufei. "It's only been a few days since you got out of the hospital."
"Now you're doing it," complained Wufei. "I'm perfectly fine."
"Yes, but if you don't listen to me," said Heero levelly. "I'll break the other arm."
"Stick with law, Heero," said Trowa, stretching out his long legs and putting his head back. "You suck as a nurse."
"My next lawyer won't have a black belt in Karate," said Wufei, but he laid his seat back and closed his eyes.
"We should be there in about 2 hours," said Heero.
"Good, I really need some peace and quiet," said Wufei, wearily.
"You need a life," said Heero.
"Don't we all," said Wufei cryptically. He looked over at Trowa and Quatre, apparently asleep in their adjoining seats.
"At least they look happy."
Heero continued typing for a second, then looked up briefly frowning.
Reluctantly, he closed the laptop, and put it in his briefcase.
"I bet you can't keep that closed for the next two weeks," said Wufei, opening one eye.
"I bet I can," said Heero. "Try me."
"You're on," said Wufei.
Author: Gina Lin Melton Genre: Romance Pairings: 5+S, 13+6, 1+2, 3+4 Warnings: AU, Language, Shounen-ai, Citrus Rating: R Archived:
Chapter 2
"Quit fussing over me, or you're fired," snapped Wufei, said to the blond man who was handing him a bottle of water. "You're my manager, not my mother."
"You can't fire me," said Quatre, "I have an iron clad contract. Just ask your lawyer."
"He does," said the dark haired man Quatre had indicated with a jerk of his chin.
"Whose side are you on anyway?" Wufei asked him, glaring. The glare was returned with interest. "Mine."
"Kill all the lawyers," muttered Wufei.
"I heard that," said Heero Yuy. "As your lawyer, I wouldn't recommend it."
"Not that you're up to kicking much ass at the moment," said a taller, auburn haired man, coming back into the seating compartment of the private plane.
"Please, don't remind me, Trowa" groaned Wufei. "I still can't believe we screwed the pooch on that stunt. I'm just relieved you didn't get hurt too. I would have sworn we checked that rig at least 3 times." He ground his teeth in frustration.
"I'm glad you didn't permanently fuck up your shoulder," said Trowa. "I've taken a few spills myself doing stunts, but that was the all time wonder how the hell you walked away from it trick of all time."
"Your insurance people are screaming as it is," said Quatre. "One more of those, and I won't be able to get you insured at any price."
"We'll just sic Heero on them," said Trowa. "He'd scare a hungry wolf off a dead carcass."
"I'll have that printed on my business cards," said Heero, not looking up from his laptop.
"Do you ever turn that damned thing off?" asked Wufei, pointing at the platinum covered electronic device Heero was typing away at.
"No," said Heero. "Don't bother me, I'm negotiating the last details of the settlement from the studio."
"Going for the jugular," said Quatre, shaking his head.
"That's why he looks so happy," said Trowa dryly, totally deadpan.
"I don't know if Heero does a happy face," said Quatre, grinning at the auburn haired Latin man.
"I don't even want to know what makes him happy," said Wufei. "Too scary to think about."
Heero ignored them as usual and continued typing.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm looking forward to a little time off at this spa. Where is it again?" asked Quatre.
He loosened his navy blue tie and vest and leaned back in the first class seat, kicking off his loafers. Trowa glanced over at him and smiled faintly. Quatre was wiggling his toes, sighing and tousling his pale shaggy hair. It gave him a boyish air that was quite misleading, as Trowa well knew.
"Green Mountain, Montana," said Trowa. "Very out of the way. Hot springs, supposed to be very private, very beautiful back country. We'll be pretty much incognito."
"Sounds great," said Wufei, exhaling. "I'm so tired of ass kissers and deal mongers."
"Hey," said Quatre, with a pained expression. "You're talking about my favorite people."
Trowa snickered. "You need to start hanging out in the clean world, sweetie," he said. "You poor deprived thing."
"Someone has to do it," said Quatre shrugging. "And, I'm damn good at what I do." He grinned.
"That's because you're so blasted innocent looking, no one suspects anything until you've got them stripped down to their shorts," said Wufei.
"Whatever works," said Quatre, his grin turning evil. "Right, Tro?"
"I'm admitting nothing without my attorney present," said Trowa, pretending to look at a magazine.
"I'm here," said Heero, looking up briefly. "I advise you to get a prenup."
Quatre laughed.
"Oh, come on," said Wufei. "I know you only came along so you can play kissy face with my stunt coordinator," he said to Quatre. "And get me to pay for it."
"Interesting how that worked out," said Quatre, yawning widely and putting his seat back. "Wake me up when we get to this Montana place, Tro," he said, falling asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.
"They're so cute when they're asleep," said Trowa, pulling a blanket over the other man, and giving him a light kiss on the cheek.
"You ought to rest too," said Heero to Wufei. "It's only been a few days since you got out of the hospital."
"Now you're doing it," complained Wufei. "I'm perfectly fine."
"Yes, but if you don't listen to me," said Heero levelly. "I'll break the other arm."
"Stick with law, Heero," said Trowa, stretching out his long legs and putting his head back. "You suck as a nurse."
"My next lawyer won't have a black belt in Karate," said Wufei, but he laid his seat back and closed his eyes.
"We should be there in about 2 hours," said Heero.
"Good, I really need some peace and quiet," said Wufei, wearily.
"You need a life," said Heero.
"Don't we all," said Wufei cryptically. He looked over at Trowa and Quatre, apparently asleep in their adjoining seats.
"At least they look happy."
Heero continued typing for a second, then looked up briefly frowning.
Reluctantly, he closed the laptop, and put it in his briefcase.
"I bet you can't keep that closed for the next two weeks," said Wufei, opening one eye.
"I bet I can," said Heero. "Try me."
"You're on," said Wufei.