Title: The Dog Walker
Author: Supurrkitty
Genre: Romance, some comedy
Pairings: 4xC
Description:
The circus has gone out of business and Catherine is desperate for more work as Trowa runs off alone. Quatre's workers refuse to deal with his many dogs, and they're going crazy with boredom. He needs to hire someone to work with them...hmmm...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: I got this strange idea after my dog died...umm, that really doesn't have that much to do with the story, except maybe I was using this as a pick-me-up! ...my poor doggy.... Anyways, this is my first ever 4xC, I was going to make it 4xD, but I think this fits better. I don't have any bias against either couple...or any couple for that matter! I just love couples...
Here we go now! Enjoy the very first installment of " The Dog Walker"!
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Part One
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~ Colony Cluster L4~
~AC 204~
" Wait! What am I supposed to do!?" Catherine shrieked at the circus manager. " I've been here my whole life!"
" I'm sorry, Catherine," The manager said, getting into his truck with all of his stuff, " Things just didn't work out. I wish I could do something for you, but we just don't have the resources."
Catherine sighed and slumped her shoulders, watching as he drove off.
" Catherine Bloom is now out of work, has no place to stay and is completely alone!" She yelled up at the sky.
Trowa had left not too long ago. Though not unexpected, Cathy was still pissed that he left.
She crossed her arms, looking around as she tapped her foot against the grass in the lot they had their circus tent set up in for the last time. She was desperate now; there was no where for her to go and she was stuck on the colony.
" L4," Catherine said, absently, " I don't know anyone here! What am I going to do? The manager only left me with a little bit of money, only enough to last a few days..."
" Get a job..." Some passerby answered, making her jump.
She glared in that direction, then sighed and looked at her feet.
' Okay, so I need to find somewhere to stay for a little bit, then I need to find a job and try to save up enough money to go...what am I thinking!? I don't have anywhere to go! Oh my God! I have no direction in my life, I'm just a jobless Carnie!' Catherine thumped her head with her palm, ' Okay, calm down...First things first...'
So, Cathy took off towards the main street to find an Ice Cream shop.
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(I can relate...)
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Quatre sat in his office, head hunched over as he rubbed his temples in exhaustion. Papers were strewn over his desk messily, making it obvious to others the lack of work he had done.
" Mr. Winner, there's a call for you on line one," His secretary told him.
" Hello?" Quatre answered wearily, rubbing his forehead while listening to what the other person had to say over the phone.
" What!? Are you telling me that all of my domestic workers are threatening to quit because of my dogs!?" Quatre blinked at his papers.
" Well, you do have a lot of them and they're all a handful...none of the workers are trained with animal care..."
" Well, what happened to the dog...guy?" Quatre asked.
" He quit."
" When? Why?" Quatre asked, frustrated.
" Just the other day, he said you have too many dogs and they've become unmanageable since you haven't made time for them." The person answered.
" Oh, Damnit all..." Quatre murmured and added a few Arabic curses to the end, " Well, bring the workers back and get a new dog...uh...person...Put an add in the paper or something..."
" Yes sir, where should I send them for the interviews?"
" Um..." Quatre scratched his head, " Just send them to my office, I'd like to interview them myself..."
" Yourself?" The person said on the other side, unbelieving. " Um...of course."
" Thanks," Quatre said and hung up the phone.
Quatre groaned and slid his head down to the tabletop, covering it with his arms. He closed his eyes and sighed.
" Sir," Quatre's secretary stepped into the office, " You have a meeting at the hour, it's 45 till now..."
Quatre didn't look up but held up his hand to the woman.
" Five minutes." He said, groggily.
" Uh..." She blinked at him, then started to back out of the room, " Alright...sir..."
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Two days had passed since Cathy was stranded on the colony without work. She had used the money to get a hotel for a few nights and buy herself food to live.
At the moment, she was sitting in front of a coffee shop, drinking coffee and flipping through the paper.
She blew on the warm liquid as her eyes skimmed over the paper, her crossed legs were swaying nervously. She skimmed through the jobs, crossing out the ones she had already tried for and failed at snatching.
" I have no experience at anything except throwing knives and handling dangerous animals..." Cathy murmured to herself before sipping at her coffee once more.
Then, another add caught her eye in the field of animal handling.
' Dog handler needed to take care of large amount of dogs. Feeding, washing, and walking. Experience needed. Good pay. Call: 555-1539 for interview.'
" Dog handling?" Catherine scoffed, " Well, I suppose I can qualify for that...And if it has good pay...oh, what the hell..."
She circled it with the "red pen" and got up to go use the payphone.
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Cathy smoothed out her blue, three-piece suit as she waited in the lobby of the large building. It had a white shirt underneath the jacket and a light blue bow was tied around her neck. She had straightened her hair earlier that morning, mainly just to give herself a new look.
' If this is for a dog handling job, why am I in a business building?' Catherine thought, examining her surroundings.
" Ms. Bloom?" A woman stepped out into the lobby looking at the people waiting. Cathy looked up and the woman smiled, " Mr. Winner will see you now."
' Mr. Winner?' Cathy thought to herself as she got up and smoothed out her clothes again. ' As in head of the Winner family company, Winner? As in Trowa's friend and Gundam pilot Winner?'
The woman lead her through the office and into Quatre's private office. Quatre was at his desk looking bored as usual and flipping through some documents.
" Sir, one of your applicants are here," The secretary said, handing Quatre a file that had Cathy's info and resume.
Quatre took the document without looking up.
" Go ahead and be seated," Quatre motioned to a chair in front of his desk, " I'll just take a moment..."
Catherine examined her potential employer and came to the conclusion that this tall, handsome man had, at one point, been the same, blonde Gundam pilot she had met years ago.
Quatre looked up from his desk and blinked at the woman still standing in front of him.
" You can have a seat," Quatre repeated.
" Oh," Cathy budged from her spot and seated herself in front of Quatre who was still looking at her oddly. She continued to straighten out her suit and stroke her straight hair, nervously.
Quatre shook his head and looked back down at her papers.
" Catherine Bloom..." Quatre said, aloud. " Don't I know you from somewhere?"
" Why...um..." Catherine flipped her hair back, fumbling nervously for words. " Maybe."
Quatre looked back up at her and studied her for a moment.
" You look a little familiar, too." Quatre said, " Wait, I think I know where I've seen you!"
" Yes, " Catherine interrupted with a smile, " You've been to the circus that comes here every few years. I used to be a performer."
" Oh," Quatre drew back a little, " I guess I was wrong, but, yes, I do think I have been to that circus before..."
" I see," Catherine said, a little disappointed that he did not remember her, " You came because Trowa, my brother."
" I remember now," Quatre smiled at her, " I haven't seen Trowa in a few years, how is he?"
" Well," Catherine looked to the side, " He left, I'm not sure where. Away from the circus."
" Is that why you left the circus?" Quatre asked
" Huh?" Cathy came out of her daze, " Oh, no. The circus was my life...but...we, uh, went out of business..."
" I'm sorry to hear that," Quatre said, " But why are you going for a job like this? I'm sure you could find better opportunities on Earth."
" I...um..." Cathy scratched her head, " Sort of don't have the money to...do anything...at this point..."
" Are you saying you're stranded here?" Quatre asked.
Catherine simply nodded, politely. Quatre thought for a minute then tapped his finger on the tabletop.
" Well, I insist you come work for me, then," Quatre sighed, letting his soft side get the best of him. " After all, you are more than qualified with all the animal experience you have. I'm sure some dogs will be no biggy."
" What?" Cathy said, unbelieving, " You mean...I have the job? Just like that?"
Quatre nodded. Catherine wanted to jump up and give him a big hug, but decided it wouldn't be professional. She got up and bowed.
" Thank you, sir," Cathy said, smile on her face, " I will do my best."
" Just go talk to my secretary," Quatre said, " I'll send a limo to come and pick you up later."
" A limo?" Cathy asked before heading out, " Why?"
" Oh, didn't I mention you get free room and board with this job?" Quatre asked, " I guess we'll be seeing each other more often, then."
" uh..." Cathy fumbled. This was just too perfect. Quatre must really like his dogs, " Y-yes...sir..."
Quatre nodded to her and turned his attention back to his work before she exited the room. Quatre sighed.
" Maybe now I can get some more work done without any petty interruptions..." Quatre mumbled to himself and glared down at his papers.
A/N- Okay, so this is...um...different...It'll get better.
Haha, a dog walker...*shakes head*
Please review. I love you.
~Supurrkitty
Author: Supurrkitty
Genre: Romance, some comedy
Pairings: 4xC
Description:
The circus has gone out of business and Catherine is desperate for more work as Trowa runs off alone. Quatre's workers refuse to deal with his many dogs, and they're going crazy with boredom. He needs to hire someone to work with them...hmmm...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing or any of it's characters.
Author's Note: I got this strange idea after my dog died...umm, that really doesn't have that much to do with the story, except maybe I was using this as a pick-me-up! ...my poor doggy.... Anyways, this is my first ever 4xC, I was going to make it 4xD, but I think this fits better. I don't have any bias against either couple...or any couple for that matter! I just love couples...
Here we go now! Enjoy the very first installment of " The Dog Walker"!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Part One
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Colony Cluster L4~
~AC 204~
" Wait! What am I supposed to do!?" Catherine shrieked at the circus manager. " I've been here my whole life!"
" I'm sorry, Catherine," The manager said, getting into his truck with all of his stuff, " Things just didn't work out. I wish I could do something for you, but we just don't have the resources."
Catherine sighed and slumped her shoulders, watching as he drove off.
" Catherine Bloom is now out of work, has no place to stay and is completely alone!" She yelled up at the sky.
Trowa had left not too long ago. Though not unexpected, Cathy was still pissed that he left.
She crossed her arms, looking around as she tapped her foot against the grass in the lot they had their circus tent set up in for the last time. She was desperate now; there was no where for her to go and she was stuck on the colony.
" L4," Catherine said, absently, " I don't know anyone here! What am I going to do? The manager only left me with a little bit of money, only enough to last a few days..."
" Get a job..." Some passerby answered, making her jump.
She glared in that direction, then sighed and looked at her feet.
' Okay, so I need to find somewhere to stay for a little bit, then I need to find a job and try to save up enough money to go...what am I thinking!? I don't have anywhere to go! Oh my God! I have no direction in my life, I'm just a jobless Carnie!' Catherine thumped her head with her palm, ' Okay, calm down...First things first...'
So, Cathy took off towards the main street to find an Ice Cream shop.
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(I can relate...)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Quatre sat in his office, head hunched over as he rubbed his temples in exhaustion. Papers were strewn over his desk messily, making it obvious to others the lack of work he had done.
" Mr. Winner, there's a call for you on line one," His secretary told him.
" Hello?" Quatre answered wearily, rubbing his forehead while listening to what the other person had to say over the phone.
" What!? Are you telling me that all of my domestic workers are threatening to quit because of my dogs!?" Quatre blinked at his papers.
" Well, you do have a lot of them and they're all a handful...none of the workers are trained with animal care..."
" Well, what happened to the dog...guy?" Quatre asked.
" He quit."
" When? Why?" Quatre asked, frustrated.
" Just the other day, he said you have too many dogs and they've become unmanageable since you haven't made time for them." The person answered.
" Oh, Damnit all..." Quatre murmured and added a few Arabic curses to the end, " Well, bring the workers back and get a new dog...uh...person...Put an add in the paper or something..."
" Yes sir, where should I send them for the interviews?"
" Um..." Quatre scratched his head, " Just send them to my office, I'd like to interview them myself..."
" Yourself?" The person said on the other side, unbelieving. " Um...of course."
" Thanks," Quatre said and hung up the phone.
Quatre groaned and slid his head down to the tabletop, covering it with his arms. He closed his eyes and sighed.
" Sir," Quatre's secretary stepped into the office, " You have a meeting at the hour, it's 45 till now..."
Quatre didn't look up but held up his hand to the woman.
" Five minutes." He said, groggily.
" Uh..." She blinked at him, then started to back out of the room, " Alright...sir..."
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Two days had passed since Cathy was stranded on the colony without work. She had used the money to get a hotel for a few nights and buy herself food to live.
At the moment, she was sitting in front of a coffee shop, drinking coffee and flipping through the paper.
She blew on the warm liquid as her eyes skimmed over the paper, her crossed legs were swaying nervously. She skimmed through the jobs, crossing out the ones she had already tried for and failed at snatching.
" I have no experience at anything except throwing knives and handling dangerous animals..." Cathy murmured to herself before sipping at her coffee once more.
Then, another add caught her eye in the field of animal handling.
' Dog handler needed to take care of large amount of dogs. Feeding, washing, and walking. Experience needed. Good pay. Call: 555-1539 for interview.'
" Dog handling?" Catherine scoffed, " Well, I suppose I can qualify for that...And if it has good pay...oh, what the hell..."
She circled it with the "red pen" and got up to go use the payphone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Cathy smoothed out her blue, three-piece suit as she waited in the lobby of the large building. It had a white shirt underneath the jacket and a light blue bow was tied around her neck. She had straightened her hair earlier that morning, mainly just to give herself a new look.
' If this is for a dog handling job, why am I in a business building?' Catherine thought, examining her surroundings.
" Ms. Bloom?" A woman stepped out into the lobby looking at the people waiting. Cathy looked up and the woman smiled, " Mr. Winner will see you now."
' Mr. Winner?' Cathy thought to herself as she got up and smoothed out her clothes again. ' As in head of the Winner family company, Winner? As in Trowa's friend and Gundam pilot Winner?'
The woman lead her through the office and into Quatre's private office. Quatre was at his desk looking bored as usual and flipping through some documents.
" Sir, one of your applicants are here," The secretary said, handing Quatre a file that had Cathy's info and resume.
Quatre took the document without looking up.
" Go ahead and be seated," Quatre motioned to a chair in front of his desk, " I'll just take a moment..."
Catherine examined her potential employer and came to the conclusion that this tall, handsome man had, at one point, been the same, blonde Gundam pilot she had met years ago.
Quatre looked up from his desk and blinked at the woman still standing in front of him.
" You can have a seat," Quatre repeated.
" Oh," Cathy budged from her spot and seated herself in front of Quatre who was still looking at her oddly. She continued to straighten out her suit and stroke her straight hair, nervously.
Quatre shook his head and looked back down at her papers.
" Catherine Bloom..." Quatre said, aloud. " Don't I know you from somewhere?"
" Why...um..." Catherine flipped her hair back, fumbling nervously for words. " Maybe."
Quatre looked back up at her and studied her for a moment.
" You look a little familiar, too." Quatre said, " Wait, I think I know where I've seen you!"
" Yes, " Catherine interrupted with a smile, " You've been to the circus that comes here every few years. I used to be a performer."
" Oh," Quatre drew back a little, " I guess I was wrong, but, yes, I do think I have been to that circus before..."
" I see," Catherine said, a little disappointed that he did not remember her, " You came because Trowa, my brother."
" I remember now," Quatre smiled at her, " I haven't seen Trowa in a few years, how is he?"
" Well," Catherine looked to the side, " He left, I'm not sure where. Away from the circus."
" Is that why you left the circus?" Quatre asked
" Huh?" Cathy came out of her daze, " Oh, no. The circus was my life...but...we, uh, went out of business..."
" I'm sorry to hear that," Quatre said, " But why are you going for a job like this? I'm sure you could find better opportunities on Earth."
" I...um..." Cathy scratched her head, " Sort of don't have the money to...do anything...at this point..."
" Are you saying you're stranded here?" Quatre asked.
Catherine simply nodded, politely. Quatre thought for a minute then tapped his finger on the tabletop.
" Well, I insist you come work for me, then," Quatre sighed, letting his soft side get the best of him. " After all, you are more than qualified with all the animal experience you have. I'm sure some dogs will be no biggy."
" What?" Cathy said, unbelieving, " You mean...I have the job? Just like that?"
Quatre nodded. Catherine wanted to jump up and give him a big hug, but decided it wouldn't be professional. She got up and bowed.
" Thank you, sir," Cathy said, smile on her face, " I will do my best."
" Just go talk to my secretary," Quatre said, " I'll send a limo to come and pick you up later."
" A limo?" Cathy asked before heading out, " Why?"
" Oh, didn't I mention you get free room and board with this job?" Quatre asked, " I guess we'll be seeing each other more often, then."
" uh..." Cathy fumbled. This was just too perfect. Quatre must really like his dogs, " Y-yes...sir..."
Quatre nodded to her and turned his attention back to his work before she exited the room. Quatre sighed.
" Maybe now I can get some more work done without any petty interruptions..." Quatre mumbled to himself and glared down at his papers.
A/N- Okay, so this is...um...different...It'll get better.
Haha, a dog walker...*shakes head*
Please review. I love you.
~Supurrkitty