Get Rel
NOTE: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
Absently he drummed his fingers on his desk while pretending to read the report that was in his hands. Luckily he was in the room alone and no one was there to witness Quatre Winner slacking off when he should be working, but, by Jove, it was hard when his mind kept wandering off on its own accord.
It had been-what?-six weeks since he saw Relena, walked with Relena, even talked to Relena but his mind was still not calm. No, instead his mind was actually thinking of all sorts of scenarios that might have happened to Relena to prevent her calling him in the last weeks. None of the thoughts were very pleasant.
At least he knew that the Preventers had not gotten to her, if they had it would have been in the media in 10 seconds. So where was she and why hadn't she called him?!
The phone rang, startling Quatre out of his thoughts to the extent that he threw the report papers across his desk, covering the phone. Regaining his composure the young representative leafed through the papers as the phone rang a second time.
"Coming," he muttered as he found his buried phone and answered it, figuring it to be Ms. Jennings, his secretary, or Rashid. "Quatre Rabera Winner speaking."
"Do you feel that you must let people know your middle name?" came a laughing voice on the other end.
Quatre practically dropped the phone at the same time his jaw dropped to his desk. His prayers have been answered, there was a higher being!
"For your information, no, it's just out of habit," he stated matter-of-factly as he leaned back with cat like smile on his features.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," the voice laughed.
"Nah, I was just packing up to go home for the night," Quatre lied as he eyed the reports. "Heard you narrowly escaped the Preventers, Relena."
There was a slight pause on the other side of the phone. "How did you find that out?" she inquired and Quatre could have sworn he felt her smile at him in that challenging manner he learned at Six Flags that she had attained.
"Oh a little birdie told me," he teased as he put his feet on his desk.
"Oh, and would this "little birdie" happened to be a piece of paper with lots of typing all over it?" she asked.
"As a matter of record, yes and no. I have a report of it, I being your friend after all Une sent me a copy of Heero, Duo, and Hilde's reports, but I also heard it from Duo over the phone.
"I see." There was another pause. "Well, I did escape, but not necessarily narrowly," she boasted. "It was all a matter of timing and deception."
"So you were Salimar all a long, I had my money on Lynn," Quatre told her honestly.
"I think most people did, but that was the plan. To confuse you all," Relena told him.
"Ah. So how have you been? Back into a college at all?" he questioned.
"Yeah, I'm back in a college and I'm enjoying myself tremendously Quat," she told him in a louder voice.
"Who's there Relena?" Quatre whispered as he knew that Relena never ever called him 'Quat' especially since she knew he hated that nickname since it sounded more like the female name 'Kat'.
"Sorry, it was just some new college kid," she told him returning back to her normal tone.
"A college kid? Friend of yours?" There was a little queasy feeling in Quatre's stomach and he felt a little envious of that college kid for evening within Relena's company, even if he or she didn't know it.
"No, not a friend of mine," she stated. "Hey Quatre, can you access the Preventer files for employees?"
"Yeah, I have clearance for it but by the tone of your voice I would want to cover my tracks as best as I can," nodded Quatre, tossing his feet off his desk and propping his elbows on it instead.
"Would you check what Heero's activities are for me?" she implored.
"Do you think he's there with you or something?" Quatre questioned.
"I don't know but if he is he's keeping a low profile and I just want to be careful. So can you do this for me, please?!" she replied.
"Yeah, yeah, I can have the information you need in a couple of weeks, maybe earlier," Quatre shrugged. He heard her sigh in relief on the other side of the phone and his heart raced, he would be of service to Relena in any way that he could if it would make her happy.
"Okay, I'll call you back in a week okay?" she told him.
"It's a date," he agreed about to hang up.
"Hey Quatre," he quickly brought the phone back up to his ear, "do you have anything planned for May 20, it's a Saturday?"
"Uh…" desperately Quatre searched his desk for his weekly planner underneath all the reports and other miscellaneous papers. It took him a total of three minutes to find it, but he did find it. Quickly he flipped through the book to the day, May 20th, AC 199 was blank. Good. "No, nothing's in it at the moment. Why?"
Please let her say that she'll meet me again. Please let her say that she'll meet me again. Please let her say… chanted Quatre, holding his breath.
"Well, how do you feel about flying down the Philadelphia for a day?" she teased.
"Depends what I'm flying there for."
"Well there's a convention there, Wizard World, and I was wondering if you wanted to go there with me," she told him.
His heart stopped, he was sure of it! It had to be his lucky day, a call from Relena, a talk with her, and now a chance to see her again, what more could Quatre have asked for?!
"Most certainly," he assured her.
"Great!" she cheered but there was a voice in the background calling out to her to get off the phone. "Hold your pants up Salem I'm getting off. I got to go, I'll call you in a week."
"Can't wait." It was true he couldn't.
"Bye Quatre."
"Bye Relena." Next thing Quatre heard was the dial tone as he sat back and dropped the phone to the floor.
Was a week over yet?
*****
This sucked, royally, in Duo's opinion. Apparently the town was one of those small towns where everyone knew each other, everyone was friends and if any two people were enemies they were on civil terms, and there was a lot of going over to other people's houses for dinner. So Duo and Bobby ended up dinning with the Alley's along with Shelly's.
Now this was not what bothered Duo. No, it was at the dinner table when he found out he was seated between Joey and Robyn with Salem right across from him and kept sending Duo winks, encouraging smiles, and glances. Gorgeous temptation to the right, cool guy to the left, and weird, possibly homosexual guy in front, it was enough to drive Duo to insanity.
While playing with his food Duo glanced at Bobby, whose hand was reaching out to touch the candle center piece until Bobby slapped it away. The scene caused Duo to raise an eyebrow. In comparison Duo felt that he was at least saner than Bobby or half the people at the table, especially the so-called adults who were currently having a debate over the correct plural word for goose; gooses vs. geese.
Apparently his lost appetite was noticed for Robyn nudged him a bit to gauge his attention.
"You going to eat or are you just going to sit there and play with healthy food?" he asked him.
"Oh…uh…" Duo started as he looked down at his chicken, rice, and corn. He didn't particularly like corn to be quite honest but he loved chicken. "Yeah."
"Good." His eyes were quickly averted back to his own plate which made Duo quite exasperated.
"Robyn, why are people looking at me as though I just grew a new head?" he inquired. I know for a fact it's not the panty lines this time since I'm wearing shorts under this dress, Duo thought as he noticed Frankie's laughing eyes and Kaitlyn's amused stare.
"Do I look at you strangely?" Robyn asked.
Duo gave her a look that simply stated 'yeah!'. "Almost everyone has throughout today," he told him.
"Well that's because…" began Robyn before stopping, possibly thinking of how he should word his explanation. "How long have you been doing this?"
Not the answer Duo wanted and it certainly didn't answer his question. "Doing what?" he urged with a quizzical expression. What was it that he was doing?! Eating? Sitting? Talking?
"You know." No, Duo didn't know so he shook his head. "Cross-dressing," Robyn elaborated.
Time froze for Duo but everything else seemed to going as normal behind him. How did he-they-know?! How did they find out?! Did they also know he was a former Preventer?!
"I take it you haven't been doing this long," Robyn assumed with a grin.
"H…how d…did y…you figure it out?" stammered Duo, still in a state of shock.
"Let's just say this, any information that lies about and is found will not be kept silent for long," he winked. "Plus, you are the second worst cross dresser I've ever met."
"Who was the first?" Duo questioned. He was a horrible cross dresser and yet there was at least another who was even worse than him out there in the world. Who could this person be? He had to know.
"Salem."
For the second time that day Duo was stunned into silence and left with his eyes wide and mouth flopping up and down, forming soundless words.
Noticing his surprise Robyn nodded, "Yeah, he tried it out back in 6th, 7th, 8th, and 9th grade, but then gave it up when Amy moved in and when the school was having problems trying to decide if he should go into the girls' locker room or the boys' for gym."
"Are you serious?!" gasped Duo, regaining his ability to form words with sound. Taking a glance across the table at Salem who was busy speaking with Bobby and trying to keep the latter's hand from the candle. Duo could never imagine him as a girl.
"Completely and utterly," assured Robyn.
Duo, you are the only really sane person here at the dinner table right now. May God or any other higher power that be, help you!