AN I changed the summary because this fic is taking some really weird twists and turns. It isn't like
I wanted it to be, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's rubbish. Though I'm not so sure this story
isn't. Yet I got two reviews (last time I checked) Woohoo! Go me! I don't know whether they're deserved,
but I think it's great/cool/wonderful/inspiring. You pick! Love getting reviews!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under Pressure
Chapter 6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero leaned back in his chair in the shuttle Quatre had lend him. Earth looked as beautiful as
ever from the port he was looking out of. But every time he looked at it another image moved over it.
Honey blond hair played around a face he was very familiar with. Big blue eyes stared into his own.
The kindness that they held, was breathtaking. Even Quatre couldn't do what Relena could. Those
amazing blue eyes said it all. They seemed to beckon him. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't
wait until he had landed. He knew she would be waiting for him. Maybe not on the landing track, but in
her thoughts she would be anticipating his arrival.
He still couldn't believe how much she had changed him. She had given him something of so much
value, he could never repay her. She had taught him that every life held value, even his own. She had
been the reason he had sworn to survive blowing up that fragment of Libra that had been plummeting down
to Earth. She had made him promise he would never kill again. And he meant to keep that. So far she had
made that possible for him. She had kept the world at peace. Any dispute would now be settled without
bloodshed.
His chest tightened at the emotions flowing through him. He owed her so much. And he had no chance
of repaying her. Because nothing he could do, could compare to what she had done.
The light in front of the shuttle lit up, indicating they would be entering the atmosphere soon.
Heero obediently buckled his seatbelt. He didn't feel much like being tossed around like a sack. A few
moments later the shuttle began to shake because of the turbulence. The green and blue planet took up
most of his view now. Soon he would be inside the atmosphere. The stars would be gone. Instead a clear
blue sky would be smiling down at him. He looked forward to it. It had been too long since he had been
on Earth.
Slowly the ground approached him. Like an eager child he came very close to pressing his nose to
the window to look at the greenery stretched out beneath him. He looked along the nose of the shuttle and
saw they were nearing the palace of the former Cinq kingdom. Smiling he settled back in his chair.
Finally. Why did it feel like coming home?
Relena looked impatiently at her watch. Heero should have landed about fifteen minutes ago and she
was still on the line with representative Forster of the American continent. That man could blab on for ages.
She wanted to see Heero!
"And that was all, minister Darlian." 'Oh, thank god!' "I am looking forward to seeing you at the
next meeting, scheduled for March 5th. Until then."
"Yes, goodbye, representative Forster." The line was terminated.
Relena sighed in relief. Then she bolted from her chair. She opened her door, startling Anna.
"Has Heero Yuy arrived yet?" she asked, desperately masking her impatience.
"I believe he has. Pagan showed to the computer research room you let installed."
Relena nodded her thanks. "I'll go and welcome him then." She walked out to the hallway and turned
left. The room Anna had been referring to was on a floor higher then this one. Relena decided to take the
stairs, slowly, to clear her head. She strolled along the hallway on the third floor and came to a halt in
front of a nondescript door. This was the one. She knocked softly and immediately entered.
The room was a mess. Prints with undecipherable writings were littered all over the floor and the
desks. Heero and Wufei were each bent over a computer screen, madly typing instructions.
Well, what had she expected? Two old friends happily chatting away about what they had done for the
past five years, while pleasantly sipping their tea? The were Gundam pilots. Not girls.
But they had slacked. They hadn't heard her come in. For a few moments she just stood at the entrance,
watching the two young men work.
Wufei suddenly straightened. "Hey, Heero, I think I found somethi..." He turned around and froze
when his eyes fell on Relena. "Why didn't we hear you come in?"
Heero whipped his head around. His eyes widened when he saw her. "Since when have you become an
expert at sneaking up on people?"
Relena smiled. "Oh well, I guess you're just slacking."
"We are not," they said in unison and with the same grumpy tone.
"What did you find?" she asked Wufei, distracting the both of them from her. She was beginning to
feel uncomfortable under their stares.
"Two different logs," came the immediate reply. "Seems like the base has been reused." Then he lodged
into a long talk about what the two might entail. It looked like the base had been a secret military laboratory,
where weapons were devised. It had been abandoned. All evidence had been taken away, with the exception of the
remaining logs. And those were incomplete. They didn't matter anyway. They dated from before the days of the
Earth Sphere Alliance. The other logs and documents were more interesting. They began somewhere halfway 196 AC
and ended December 199 AC. This was very recent. Now all they had to do was decrypt it.
"Like that is easy," Heero grumbled. "These codes are unlike any I've ever seen. This will take at least
a week.."
At that moment Relena pager decided to show it still existed. She looked at the tiny screen and saw she
had a call from the African delegate. Well, time to leave the two of them to themselves. She was only disturbing
them anyway. She made her goodbyes and hurried back to her office.
~~~~~~
Heero yawned and stretched, still seated in his chair. He glanced at his watch. It was ten o'clock in
the evening. No wonder he was hungry.
"Hey, how about we call it a day? I could use a bite to eat," he said to his silent friend.
"Okay, there no use staring at a screen, watching how slowly the decrypting progresses."
The two stood up and exited the room. They headed towards the kitchen where they hoped they could still
catch a late dinner.
In the kitchen they found no-one, but they could fend for themselves. In twenty minutes they had a meal
ready to be served. Silently they sat down at the table, spooning their food into their mouths.
It remained quiet for a few minutes. Then the door creaked open. A very tired looking Relena entered.
"Did you eat yet?" Heero asked without greeting.
Shaking her head in answer, the woman set down at the table.
Heero just got up, grabbed a plate and loaded it. He received a thankful look, before sitting down again.
For some time the only sound heard was the tinkling of cutlery against china. Then Wufei spoke up. "Had
a late meeting?" The question was obviously directed at Relena.
"Conference call," she answered thickly around her spoon. "Whoever invented that... well... he shouldn't
have. Four hours, twelve people. I'm beat."
Silence reigned again.
"So how did you two do?" asked Relena.
"We're cracking it," Heero shrugged. "Now all we can do is wait."
"I hope something useful comes out. I don't want to find I have wasted my time."
"Why would something useless be so heavily guarded?" asked Heero.
"I don't know," retorted Wufei. "Takes a fool to know one."
After that, nothing was said until they had finished their plates. They quickly washed what they had used
and placed it back in the cupboards.
"I'm going for a walk," Relena said and left.
"I'm taking a shower." Wufei turned the other way.
Heero sighed. Well, he might as well exercise a little. He could use it. His condition had worsened
considerably because of his illness. Snatching his coat from the coatrack in the entrance hall, he walked outdoors
and started lapping the palace grounds. It was still quite chilly, even on these parts of the Earth. After all, it
was only February. The sun had vanished some time ago, but the western horizon still glowed purple. This far from
cities the stars were very bright and even the galaxy began showing, a huge belt of stars that crossed the sky.
About an hour and three laps later - the palace grounds were larger than he had thought -, he stopped to
catch his breath. He really was out of shape. An hour was training enough for now. He also needed his rest. Slowly
he began walking back towards the darkened mansion, cooling down from his exercise. Not bothering to find the gate,
he hopped over the fence and crossed the garden. In the light of the waning moon he saw someone sitting at a picnic
table.
It was Relena. The wind played softly with her hair and the moonlight made it sparkle silver. He couldn't
see her face so he silently walked around. Then he smiled. She was sleeping. Apparently she was so worn out from
the day she hadn't made it far from the house. He could imagine what she had done. She had probably walked for a
few minutes and then decided it would be alright to sit down for a while. He expected she fell asleep the moment
she sat at the table.
He gently pushed her bangs out of her lovely face. Sleep had smoothed the worry creases that seemed to
appear on her face all too often, off late. Her cheek felt cold. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he lifted her
up in his arms and was amazed at how light she weighed. It was like carrying a feather. He slowly made his way up
to the palace. Opening the door with no free hands proved a little difficult, but he managed. Now he had to remember
where her room was.
Still wearing his coat he made his way to the elevator. If he remembered correctly, her room was on the same
floor as her office, which was the second floor. He pushed the right button and waited for the elevator doors to open
again. He carried the sleeping vice foreign minister into the hallway, searching for the door for her bedroom. He hoped
it was the one past her office.
It was not. It was the living room leading to her bedroom. 'Figures.' He gently placed her on the bed, forcing
her to sit upright. Like a little child, her eyes barely open, she obeyed. He took of her coat and jacket. The long
sleeved shirt she would have to keep on. This was as far as decency allowed. He knelt down and took of her shoes and
socks. His throat tightened strangely when his hands touched her bare skin. He quickly stood up, just in time to catch
her from falling backwards. As tender as he could he laid her on the bed and tucked her in.
And all that time she had not awakened. She really had to be beat. He shook his head. She really worked too hard.
Silently he walked out of the room, looking back at the door. The faint light in the room played across her features and
lit up her honey blond hair. She looked so peaceful now. He hoped she got a good night sleep.
He noiselessly closed the door behind and suddenly had to lean against it with shaking knees. How come he
suddenly felt so exhausted? Like he had run three times around the world, instead of just around the palace. Or
was there another reason why his heart beat so rapidly? He closed his eyes and rested his head against the doorframe.
He didn't understand himself anymore. Relena confused him. The whole world confused him. Was this an aftereffect of
his illness? Had that bacteria somehow affected his brain, changed him?
Shaking his head he walked off towards the door of her suite. Two more steps and he stood out in the hallway.
His hand lingered on the doorknob, hesitant to close the door behind him. He felt an unexplainable urge to go back
inside, to be with Relena. He didn't understand. It felt a bit the same as when he wanted to protect her, like when
Peacemillion rammed into Libra. Protecting her then had been easy. All he had to do was make sure no debris fell on
her. But now, there was nothing threatening her, was there? All she had was piles and piles of work waiting for her
in the morning.
He firmly closed the door behind him. He was acting foolishly. Angrily he ran a hand through his hair and made
his way to his own room, one floor up. He took a quick shower and dressed for the night. Even though he was tired, he
lay wide awake, staring up at the ceiling, trying to understand his emotions.
~~~~~~
Wufei tossed and turned in his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Giving up he sat upright, glowering at the wall, as
if it was to blame for his lack of sleep. Something that had been bothering him for the past three years kept roaming
around in his thoughts, refusing to leave him alone. The reason he had left the Preventers.
It had begun so meaningless. Sally had teased him again about something. He couldn't even remember what it had been.
Then Lady Une had demanded the report he wasn't supposed to hand in until the end of the day, putting immense stress on him.
An hour later he finished with it. He let a clerk run to the lady's office with it. Then Sally came to ask him about the
progress on his latest assignment.
"I'm working on it," he muttered angrily. "What do you think I am, a miracle maker?"
"No," Sally laughed, "just a guy who is late with his work."
"I am not late," he bit. "Lady Une wanted a report done that I had scheduled for later today."
For some reason he had been more irritated than usual. Maybe it was something Sally had said, or maybe something he
had to do for work. But halfway the afternoon you could do so much as drop a pin and you would receive a serious scolding
from the angered young man.
"Hey, lighten up," Sally said, as she dropped by with a few files. "You look like you got something really smelly
under your nose. Did you forget to wash this morning?"
He glowered at her. "I'm perfectly fine."
She frowned at him. "Something is bothering you. You've been like that for days."
"Like what?"
"Grumpier than usual."
He snorted in reply. He didn't like the direction this conversation was going. People had to but out of his personal
business. Even if those people were that personal business, they had no right to badger him. He couldn't really scold at Sally
though. Something held him back.
"I have some copies to make," he made an excuse to get out of his suddenly cramped feeling office. But at the door
she had suddenly grabbed his arm, blue eyes looking at him in earnest.
"Whatever it is, you can always come to me, okay?"
He started to shake her off, but was again held back by something he didn't know. "There's nothing wrong," he grunted
instead. "Anyway, you wouldn't be able to help."
"So there is something!"
He nearly bit his tongue out of frustration. He shouldn't have said that. "Forget it." He tried to get away again, but
this time she blocked the door.
"I want to know, Wufei. What is wrong with you?"
A shiver ran down his spine when she said his name. 'You're what's wrong!' he wanted to shout. 'Do you have any idea
what you're doing me, how you're tormenting me?' He didn't, though. He just stared at her, blank faced.
"Please, tell me?"
How could he? How could he say he was in love with a woman older than him? She would laugh at him, if she didn't just
slam the door she was guarding into his face. He couldn't work with her anymore. It was too confining. He had to get away from
her. He had to get over this ridiculous infatuation with her. It was only clouding his judgment and interfering with his work.
He was slacking and he knew. He hated it.
"I can't," he forced.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is it that embarrassing?"
He shook his head in despair. "I just can't," he whispered.
For a few moments they stood there silently. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope he had been
carrying around for weeks. "This is my resignation form. Please, hand it to Colonel Une, when you see her."
Sally's eyes had widened at his words. "Resignation?" she whispered in disbelief. "But why?"
His stomach tightened. This would be the last time he'd see her. He planned on getting away from here as fast as he
could. So he answered in the only way he could think of. He leaned towards he to kiss her. As soon as their lips met, he
realized it had been a mistake. Her mouth opened willingly and he was dragged away on a wave of love and passion. When he
let her go he refused to look in her eyes. He just pressed the lettre in her hands and ran out the door, leaving her standing
very much at a loss. As soon as he got home he packed the necessary things and left.
Wufei hid his head in his hands and, like he had done so many nights in the three years after that fateful day, he
cried salty tears of sorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN Sorry about making Wufei seem so soft. But I really like that last scene. I like Wufei/Sally pairing. I think this fic is
becoming more and more a psychological drama. But the action is on its way, I promise. Just a chapter or two, three I think.
Well, until next time. Please review? ^_^
I wanted it to be, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's rubbish. Though I'm not so sure this story
isn't. Yet I got two reviews (last time I checked) Woohoo! Go me! I don't know whether they're deserved,
but I think it's great/cool/wonderful/inspiring. You pick! Love getting reviews!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under Pressure
Chapter 6
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Heero leaned back in his chair in the shuttle Quatre had lend him. Earth looked as beautiful as
ever from the port he was looking out of. But every time he looked at it another image moved over it.
Honey blond hair played around a face he was very familiar with. Big blue eyes stared into his own.
The kindness that they held, was breathtaking. Even Quatre couldn't do what Relena could. Those
amazing blue eyes said it all. They seemed to beckon him. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't
wait until he had landed. He knew she would be waiting for him. Maybe not on the landing track, but in
her thoughts she would be anticipating his arrival.
He still couldn't believe how much she had changed him. She had given him something of so much
value, he could never repay her. She had taught him that every life held value, even his own. She had
been the reason he had sworn to survive blowing up that fragment of Libra that had been plummeting down
to Earth. She had made him promise he would never kill again. And he meant to keep that. So far she had
made that possible for him. She had kept the world at peace. Any dispute would now be settled without
bloodshed.
His chest tightened at the emotions flowing through him. He owed her so much. And he had no chance
of repaying her. Because nothing he could do, could compare to what she had done.
The light in front of the shuttle lit up, indicating they would be entering the atmosphere soon.
Heero obediently buckled his seatbelt. He didn't feel much like being tossed around like a sack. A few
moments later the shuttle began to shake because of the turbulence. The green and blue planet took up
most of his view now. Soon he would be inside the atmosphere. The stars would be gone. Instead a clear
blue sky would be smiling down at him. He looked forward to it. It had been too long since he had been
on Earth.
Slowly the ground approached him. Like an eager child he came very close to pressing his nose to
the window to look at the greenery stretched out beneath him. He looked along the nose of the shuttle and
saw they were nearing the palace of the former Cinq kingdom. Smiling he settled back in his chair.
Finally. Why did it feel like coming home?
Relena looked impatiently at her watch. Heero should have landed about fifteen minutes ago and she
was still on the line with representative Forster of the American continent. That man could blab on for ages.
She wanted to see Heero!
"And that was all, minister Darlian." 'Oh, thank god!' "I am looking forward to seeing you at the
next meeting, scheduled for March 5th. Until then."
"Yes, goodbye, representative Forster." The line was terminated.
Relena sighed in relief. Then she bolted from her chair. She opened her door, startling Anna.
"Has Heero Yuy arrived yet?" she asked, desperately masking her impatience.
"I believe he has. Pagan showed to the computer research room you let installed."
Relena nodded her thanks. "I'll go and welcome him then." She walked out to the hallway and turned
left. The room Anna had been referring to was on a floor higher then this one. Relena decided to take the
stairs, slowly, to clear her head. She strolled along the hallway on the third floor and came to a halt in
front of a nondescript door. This was the one. She knocked softly and immediately entered.
The room was a mess. Prints with undecipherable writings were littered all over the floor and the
desks. Heero and Wufei were each bent over a computer screen, madly typing instructions.
Well, what had she expected? Two old friends happily chatting away about what they had done for the
past five years, while pleasantly sipping their tea? The were Gundam pilots. Not girls.
But they had slacked. They hadn't heard her come in. For a few moments she just stood at the entrance,
watching the two young men work.
Wufei suddenly straightened. "Hey, Heero, I think I found somethi..." He turned around and froze
when his eyes fell on Relena. "Why didn't we hear you come in?"
Heero whipped his head around. His eyes widened when he saw her. "Since when have you become an
expert at sneaking up on people?"
Relena smiled. "Oh well, I guess you're just slacking."
"We are not," they said in unison and with the same grumpy tone.
"What did you find?" she asked Wufei, distracting the both of them from her. She was beginning to
feel uncomfortable under their stares.
"Two different logs," came the immediate reply. "Seems like the base has been reused." Then he lodged
into a long talk about what the two might entail. It looked like the base had been a secret military laboratory,
where weapons were devised. It had been abandoned. All evidence had been taken away, with the exception of the
remaining logs. And those were incomplete. They didn't matter anyway. They dated from before the days of the
Earth Sphere Alliance. The other logs and documents were more interesting. They began somewhere halfway 196 AC
and ended December 199 AC. This was very recent. Now all they had to do was decrypt it.
"Like that is easy," Heero grumbled. "These codes are unlike any I've ever seen. This will take at least
a week.."
At that moment Relena pager decided to show it still existed. She looked at the tiny screen and saw she
had a call from the African delegate. Well, time to leave the two of them to themselves. She was only disturbing
them anyway. She made her goodbyes and hurried back to her office.
~~~~~~
Heero yawned and stretched, still seated in his chair. He glanced at his watch. It was ten o'clock in
the evening. No wonder he was hungry.
"Hey, how about we call it a day? I could use a bite to eat," he said to his silent friend.
"Okay, there no use staring at a screen, watching how slowly the decrypting progresses."
The two stood up and exited the room. They headed towards the kitchen where they hoped they could still
catch a late dinner.
In the kitchen they found no-one, but they could fend for themselves. In twenty minutes they had a meal
ready to be served. Silently they sat down at the table, spooning their food into their mouths.
It remained quiet for a few minutes. Then the door creaked open. A very tired looking Relena entered.
"Did you eat yet?" Heero asked without greeting.
Shaking her head in answer, the woman set down at the table.
Heero just got up, grabbed a plate and loaded it. He received a thankful look, before sitting down again.
For some time the only sound heard was the tinkling of cutlery against china. Then Wufei spoke up. "Had
a late meeting?" The question was obviously directed at Relena.
"Conference call," she answered thickly around her spoon. "Whoever invented that... well... he shouldn't
have. Four hours, twelve people. I'm beat."
Silence reigned again.
"So how did you two do?" asked Relena.
"We're cracking it," Heero shrugged. "Now all we can do is wait."
"I hope something useful comes out. I don't want to find I have wasted my time."
"Why would something useless be so heavily guarded?" asked Heero.
"I don't know," retorted Wufei. "Takes a fool to know one."
After that, nothing was said until they had finished their plates. They quickly washed what they had used
and placed it back in the cupboards.
"I'm going for a walk," Relena said and left.
"I'm taking a shower." Wufei turned the other way.
Heero sighed. Well, he might as well exercise a little. He could use it. His condition had worsened
considerably because of his illness. Snatching his coat from the coatrack in the entrance hall, he walked outdoors
and started lapping the palace grounds. It was still quite chilly, even on these parts of the Earth. After all, it
was only February. The sun had vanished some time ago, but the western horizon still glowed purple. This far from
cities the stars were very bright and even the galaxy began showing, a huge belt of stars that crossed the sky.
About an hour and three laps later - the palace grounds were larger than he had thought -, he stopped to
catch his breath. He really was out of shape. An hour was training enough for now. He also needed his rest. Slowly
he began walking back towards the darkened mansion, cooling down from his exercise. Not bothering to find the gate,
he hopped over the fence and crossed the garden. In the light of the waning moon he saw someone sitting at a picnic
table.
It was Relena. The wind played softly with her hair and the moonlight made it sparkle silver. He couldn't
see her face so he silently walked around. Then he smiled. She was sleeping. Apparently she was so worn out from
the day she hadn't made it far from the house. He could imagine what she had done. She had probably walked for a
few minutes and then decided it would be alright to sit down for a while. He expected she fell asleep the moment
she sat at the table.
He gently pushed her bangs out of her lovely face. Sleep had smoothed the worry creases that seemed to
appear on her face all too often, off late. Her cheek felt cold. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he lifted her
up in his arms and was amazed at how light she weighed. It was like carrying a feather. He slowly made his way up
to the palace. Opening the door with no free hands proved a little difficult, but he managed. Now he had to remember
where her room was.
Still wearing his coat he made his way to the elevator. If he remembered correctly, her room was on the same
floor as her office, which was the second floor. He pushed the right button and waited for the elevator doors to open
again. He carried the sleeping vice foreign minister into the hallway, searching for the door for her bedroom. He hoped
it was the one past her office.
It was not. It was the living room leading to her bedroom. 'Figures.' He gently placed her on the bed, forcing
her to sit upright. Like a little child, her eyes barely open, she obeyed. He took of her coat and jacket. The long
sleeved shirt she would have to keep on. This was as far as decency allowed. He knelt down and took of her shoes and
socks. His throat tightened strangely when his hands touched her bare skin. He quickly stood up, just in time to catch
her from falling backwards. As tender as he could he laid her on the bed and tucked her in.
And all that time she had not awakened. She really had to be beat. He shook his head. She really worked too hard.
Silently he walked out of the room, looking back at the door. The faint light in the room played across her features and
lit up her honey blond hair. She looked so peaceful now. He hoped she got a good night sleep.
He noiselessly closed the door behind and suddenly had to lean against it with shaking knees. How come he
suddenly felt so exhausted? Like he had run three times around the world, instead of just around the palace. Or
was there another reason why his heart beat so rapidly? He closed his eyes and rested his head against the doorframe.
He didn't understand himself anymore. Relena confused him. The whole world confused him. Was this an aftereffect of
his illness? Had that bacteria somehow affected his brain, changed him?
Shaking his head he walked off towards the door of her suite. Two more steps and he stood out in the hallway.
His hand lingered on the doorknob, hesitant to close the door behind him. He felt an unexplainable urge to go back
inside, to be with Relena. He didn't understand. It felt a bit the same as when he wanted to protect her, like when
Peacemillion rammed into Libra. Protecting her then had been easy. All he had to do was make sure no debris fell on
her. But now, there was nothing threatening her, was there? All she had was piles and piles of work waiting for her
in the morning.
He firmly closed the door behind him. He was acting foolishly. Angrily he ran a hand through his hair and made
his way to his own room, one floor up. He took a quick shower and dressed for the night. Even though he was tired, he
lay wide awake, staring up at the ceiling, trying to understand his emotions.
~~~~~~
Wufei tossed and turned in his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. Giving up he sat upright, glowering at the wall, as
if it was to blame for his lack of sleep. Something that had been bothering him for the past three years kept roaming
around in his thoughts, refusing to leave him alone. The reason he had left the Preventers.
It had begun so meaningless. Sally had teased him again about something. He couldn't even remember what it had been.
Then Lady Une had demanded the report he wasn't supposed to hand in until the end of the day, putting immense stress on him.
An hour later he finished with it. He let a clerk run to the lady's office with it. Then Sally came to ask him about the
progress on his latest assignment.
"I'm working on it," he muttered angrily. "What do you think I am, a miracle maker?"
"No," Sally laughed, "just a guy who is late with his work."
"I am not late," he bit. "Lady Une wanted a report done that I had scheduled for later today."
For some reason he had been more irritated than usual. Maybe it was something Sally had said, or maybe something he
had to do for work. But halfway the afternoon you could do so much as drop a pin and you would receive a serious scolding
from the angered young man.
"Hey, lighten up," Sally said, as she dropped by with a few files. "You look like you got something really smelly
under your nose. Did you forget to wash this morning?"
He glowered at her. "I'm perfectly fine."
She frowned at him. "Something is bothering you. You've been like that for days."
"Like what?"
"Grumpier than usual."
He snorted in reply. He didn't like the direction this conversation was going. People had to but out of his personal
business. Even if those people were that personal business, they had no right to badger him. He couldn't really scold at Sally
though. Something held him back.
"I have some copies to make," he made an excuse to get out of his suddenly cramped feeling office. But at the door
she had suddenly grabbed his arm, blue eyes looking at him in earnest.
"Whatever it is, you can always come to me, okay?"
He started to shake her off, but was again held back by something he didn't know. "There's nothing wrong," he grunted
instead. "Anyway, you wouldn't be able to help."
"So there is something!"
He nearly bit his tongue out of frustration. He shouldn't have said that. "Forget it." He tried to get away again, but
this time she blocked the door.
"I want to know, Wufei. What is wrong with you?"
A shiver ran down his spine when she said his name. 'You're what's wrong!' he wanted to shout. 'Do you have any idea
what you're doing me, how you're tormenting me?' He didn't, though. He just stared at her, blank faced.
"Please, tell me?"
How could he? How could he say he was in love with a woman older than him? She would laugh at him, if she didn't just
slam the door she was guarding into his face. He couldn't work with her anymore. It was too confining. He had to get away from
her. He had to get over this ridiculous infatuation with her. It was only clouding his judgment and interfering with his work.
He was slacking and he knew. He hated it.
"I can't," he forced.
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is it that embarrassing?"
He shook his head in despair. "I just can't," he whispered.
For a few moments they stood there silently. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope he had been
carrying around for weeks. "This is my resignation form. Please, hand it to Colonel Une, when you see her."
Sally's eyes had widened at his words. "Resignation?" she whispered in disbelief. "But why?"
His stomach tightened. This would be the last time he'd see her. He planned on getting away from here as fast as he
could. So he answered in the only way he could think of. He leaned towards he to kiss her. As soon as their lips met, he
realized it had been a mistake. Her mouth opened willingly and he was dragged away on a wave of love and passion. When he
let her go he refused to look in her eyes. He just pressed the lettre in her hands and ran out the door, leaving her standing
very much at a loss. As soon as he got home he packed the necessary things and left.
Wufei hid his head in his hands and, like he had done so many nights in the three years after that fateful day, he
cried salty tears of sorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN Sorry about making Wufei seem so soft. But I really like that last scene. I like Wufei/Sally pairing. I think this fic is
becoming more and more a psychological drama. But the action is on its way, I promise. Just a chapter or two, three I think.
Well, until next time. Please review? ^_^