Hey guys... long time.. lol... well here's chapter 5, I hope you all enjoy it

remember that the italics - thoughts..... read, and review and tell me if you guys like it or not..

laters,
Siren

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Chapter 5 - I'm Here To -ahem- Protect You..

Duo walked into Dorothy's apartment for the eighth time that week. He had heard from Lady Une that she would be returning to earth with Quatre today, so he took this as his last chance to walk around freely and see Dorothy's room. Sure that sounded creepy and psychotic when he told Heero, but it was all in the name of love. That and he had broken one of her lamps a couple of nights ago and wanted to replace it with an exact replica. He was a man's man, but that didn't mean he wanted to experience the wrath of Dorothy Catalonia.

He had tried for the past week to get into her room. Dorothy apparently had more than 20 locks on her room, if that wasn't it she had one hell of a lock. When he was able to unlock the door, he entered Dorothy's room and looked at it. One day, Dorothy and I will use this room... not sure how... but we will. He noticed that her room looked like it had been decorated for a very delicate person, he wasn't sure if this room was Dorothy-esque, because she certainly didn't act delicate... with him anyways. The walls were white with very thin lilac stripes. Her bed looked pretty clean, and her night stands were in perfect order. The room looked almost perfect, except for all the bras that were lying on the floor that led to her closet. Satisfied with what he had seen, and a bit freaked out that he had acted like a stalker and gotten into Dorothy's room without being invited, he decided to leave. This is too much, even for you Duo.

He exited the room and walked into the living room. He put the lamp on the on the table next to the black leather couch and tried arranging it to the way he had found it. No matter what position he gave it, it never looked right, so he did what any normal male would do in this situation... he gave up. As he headed for the door to leave the apartment, he noticed that the answering machine was beeping. He stood next to it cocked his head left, then right, then left again, and then right again. Naughty Duo would try to find out who the message was from, but Angel Duo knew it was an invasion of privacy. Naughty Duo reasoned that this would be a doorway into the Dorothy he wanted to know so badly, but Angel Duo reasoned that if Dorothy were to find out that he had been meddling with her answering machine, something she was very fond of for no apparent reason, there would be hell to pay. Naughty Duo wins, and anyways I'm human. She'll forgive me.

He leaned down and pressed the play button. He heard the beep and then waited for the message. As he heard the message he couldn't believe it.

"Dorothy, it's me.... I know I told you I would stop calling, but I really need to speak with you. I miss... um.... I know it's been a couple of months, but I can't get you or our conversations out of my head. I know that being involved with me caused you problems with the Preventers and with other things, but this is something important... I do understand why you wouldn't want to be involved with me, but there are things I just can't help... I promise this won't turn into a scandal like it did last time. Please call me as soon as possible. I'll be waiting." Beep. Duo shook his head in amazement.

So this is what Dorothy had been up to. As he stared at the answering machine he remembered the scandal that Dorothy had been in a couple of months back because of this man. She was put on probation, and had reporters coming at her left and write, asking how it felt to have broken up the marriage of such an important family. Most of what Duo knew about Dorothy had come straight from her mouth; she wasn't the type to lie to make herself seem grandiose. During that time Lady Une had appointed Duo as Dorothy's temporary bodyguard until things settled down. Strangely enough, for Duo anyways, she had never told him exactly what went on between herself and the Preventer Skirt-Chaser, as the media so warmly called him. She never cleared things up and said if the rumors were true or not. Which wasn't anything like her at all.

Duo rewound the tape and left the apartment. Dorothy and I have a lot of things to talk about, if she'll talk about it with me, her future husband, anyways... now for my dinner. Hope Wufei cooked something good, I'm starving.

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Dorothy looked at herself in the mirror of the bathroom. Four more hours until they landed on earth, and one more week until her birthday. In seven days Dorothy would officially become and old maid, in her grandmother's world anyways. Truth be told Dorothy looked no older than 22. It's amazing what night creams, facials, and wearing little to no make up at all can do to one's skin.

She exited the closet disguised as a bathroom that was on the shuttle and sighed. She couldn't wait to get to earth and to her apartment. She needed a break from the ridiculousness that was Quatre's life. First, the twin maids hated her for no apparent reason, then they start crying every morning when Quatre left for work, and last but not least: they didn't clean. Honestly, what's the point of having them in that house if they don't do their job... unless their job is something else. She let the thoughts that ran through her head as to what exactly the two maids' job was be until she found her seat next to Quatre.

Being Winner's bodyguard had been anything but easy for Dorothy. She was almost glad when night time came because it gave her a chance to be away from him completely, which was the opposite of what she should have been doing seeing as she was his bodyguard. She thought about that for a moment and shrugged. I never said I wanted the job in the first place.

After Dorothy's first night as Quatre's body guard, where she had basically asked him when he had moved on and gotten over here, they never spoke much, other than Quatre's daily complain why Duo called Dorothy on a nightly basis at around 11 p.m. At one point he even had the nerve to tell her that if she and Duo were having phone sex to do it on the floor because he didn't want his silk sheets dirtied. After Quatre had made such a statement Dorothy proceeded to slap him. She slapped him so hard he had the print of her hand for the two days following the incident, if that was possible.

As Dorothy sat in her seat, Quatre sighed. Going to earth would be a vacation for him, although the reason he was going was to seal the deal with Peacecraft Industries. He looked in Dorothy's way and sighed again. He had had a hard time believing that Duo and Dorothy weren't having some sort of fling. What else could explain the nightly calls? Although he and Duo had been somewhat close, after the war they had lost touch. It had been unintentional, and Quatre never really had enough time to make friendships or mend old ones. His life had become his work. His company had become the most important person in his life, which is funny because last time I checked the company wasn't a person. He turned to look out the window and look at the blue sphere called earth.

Trying to keep his head cool for the past week had been one of his biggest challenges to date. Dorothy was a hot blooded woman who only knew how to: 1. Make him loose all his senses (in the good way), and 2. Make him loose his senses (in the bad way). This time however, Dorothy had only made him lose his sense in the bad way, as in loosing his temper. And after he had made that comment about Duo and the nightly calls Dorothy seemed as if she was on a mission to make his life a living hell. God I missed her.

He looked at Dorothy as she sighed, leaned her head back against the comfortable seat, and closed her eyes to get some rest. Then a sudden though popped into his head. What kind of bodyguard is she? Last time he checked bodyguards were supposed to be on alert at all times. They barely ever slept. Dorothy on the other hand seemed to not be paying attention to her, or better yet his, surroundings at all. She never seemed worried that someone might try to attack him, and as far as he knew she didn't carry a weapon. Besides her attitude that is. He suddenly began to fear for his safety. Instead of protecting him, and being all over him, she pretty much ignored him. It seemed to him that although it was Dorothy's job to keep him from harm, she wouldn't mind if somebody: 1. beat the crap out of him, 2. Tried to blow him up, or 3. Try to shoot him. He suddenly feared for his life. And for some reason couldn't keep his concerns to himself.

Dorothy was forced to open her eyes as she felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked to her left and saw the perpetrator was. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Do you not see that I'm trying to sleep? This better be good, because my time is gold." She didn't wait for his response, instead she leaned her head against the back of her seat for a second time.

Quatre tapped her shoulder once again. "Ms. Dorothy, don't you think it's a little inappropriate for you, my bodyguard, to be falling asleep? I mean, anyone could attack me at any moment, and you don't seem concerned about that at all. In fact, I'm beginning to think you'd enjoy seeing someone harm me in any way."

Dorothy looked at his wide-eyed expression, and his face full of concern and laughed. After a few minutes she realized that she was probably hurting Quatre's feelings and began to laugh harder. When she was done laughing, she wiped the couple of tears that had come out and rubbed her stomach a bit. Then all of a sudden she had a serious expression on her face. "As much as I would love to see someone take a shot at you, and actually succeed, I am here to protect you. And I'm doing a fine job at it if I do say so myself. And the reason why I have been acting the way I have, Mr. Winner, is because no one is supposed to know that I am your bodyguard." She took in a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, to make sure her ponytail was still in place. "So relax, nothing's going to happen to you..."

Quatre took in a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair.

"Unless of course I make, or let it happen." Dorothy ignored the look Quatre shot at her and continued to seek sleep. Something that she had been completely deprived from in the past couple of days.