Alright guys... so it's been a really long time since I've updated this... this chapter has been sitting in my computer for QUITE a while now... so I just finished it and decided to put it up so it can be read... now that I'm on break I'll deffinetly update more often... please review and tell me if you like the story so far.. laters p

Siren

Chapter 6 - Officially Missing You

Dorothy sat in the balcony of the suite and played with her pencil lead. Sure she was being idle, but Winner had a habit of bringing out her bad habits. That and she had just checked her messages. As was customary in Dorothy's life, her grandmother left her weekly message about how she's breaking her heart by not being married. Dorothy found it weird that she had only received one new message... but then again her answering machine wasn't fully functional. Oh grandmother will you give up already? Isn't it bad enough that I have to baby-sit Quatre? NOOO, of course not... the universe had to throw me its usual guiltcurve ball... or whatever the baseball term is, I'm pretty sure I used that term the wrong way... but whatever. Dorothy sighed and put down the pencil lead, after getting her fingers dirty of course. As she stood up and got ready to go back to the suite she saw Quatre was lying on the bed, exhausted, and sleeping. She entered the room and walked to where the bed was. She kneeled and put her arms on the edge of the bed, her face centimeters away from Quatre's. She moved the lock hair that covered his left eye and sighed. I missed you. She saw him move a bit, responding to her playing with his hair and moved away a bit. He almost looks harmless when he's sleeping. Like a fallen angel, trying to find his way back to heaven. Funny how those types of people are also the most dangerous to one's heart.

Truth be told, she still loved him, but she also hated him. She hated Catherine more though. Circus bitch. Dorothy breathed in and looked at him. I thought it would be a piece of cake getting over you. And here I am, 5 years later, looking at you and still wanting to be with you... to be your everything. What happened to us? Why couldn't I just forgive you? Why did my pride get in the way? Why did you do it, Quatre? Why'd you have to break my heart like that? Why'd you have to be like every man out there that I've come across? Why did you ruin a good thing? I wish I could just find someone to replace you... to take over that part of my heart that still belongs to you. But I guess it's impossible... no one's held me like you... or told me the sweet things you did. Dorothy shook her head a bit and fought the tears that were almost out. Be strong Dorothy.

As she stood up she felt an arm grab her wrist. She looked down and saw it was Quatre, who was wide awake.

"I only shampoo once," he said.

She looked at him, a bit perplexed. "What!"

"Well it felt like you wanted to know what the secret to my shiny, beautiful hair was, so there it is. I only shampoo once."

Dorothy looked away and smiled a bit, of course she couldn't let him know he had made her smile. She planned on walking away but his hold on her wrist wouldn't budge. "Do you mind? I have things to do."

"Like what?" Quatre asked. Curious as to what she was going to do, or who. Get over it Quatre, she's not Catherine... or you for that matter.

"I have to go to my apartment and get some things ready." Dorothy answered, trying to get loose.

Quatre looked her in the eye and shook his head. "You're not going anywhere until you lie down with me and take a nap."

Dorothy scoffed, half surprised and half... amused? She wasn't sure. "Are you kidding me?"

Quatre shook his head and gave her a playful smile while he tugged at her arm, motioning her to lie down... "No one told you to play with my hair. I think it's a fair trade."

Dorothy sighed and got her wrist free. "I don't know what is going on in that little head of yours, but I don't think I need to remind you that this is strictly business, and that making such an offer to me, your semi-employee, or whatever, can be considered harassment. I am only going to say this once: Just because you don't have respect for yourself, does not give you the right to disrespect me"

Quatre got up from the bed and walked towards Dorothy, with Dorothy walking backwards to avoid being close to him. She hit the wall and looked down. When she looked up again she saw that she was trapped between the wall and Quatre's two arms. "Mr. Winner please, I advice you to keep your distance."

Quatre looked at her and gave her a mischievous smile. I'm not liking this smile. Dorothy looked left and right, and up and down to avoid eye contact. When she made eye contact with him she knew exactly what was going to happen next.

Quatre leaned down and kissed her. Dorothy tried her best, but she couldn't conceal the shiver of satisfaction she got from his kiss. He put his arms around her waist to pull her closer but Dorothy resisted. He pulled away and looked at her, and didn't like the expression on her face. Although he felt her shiver, her face painted something completely different to him.

Dorothy looked at him, smirked, and wiped her mouth. "And now what? Do I fall madly in love with you again? Am I supposed to run to your arms and tell you how much I've missed you? Ha, no offense but I think you've been watching too many soap operas and reading too many romance novels. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to take care of. There are preventer officers all over the hotel, so feel free to walk around, try to look for a streetwalker, or would it be a hotel walker in this situation... whatever, I don't care. I'll be back tonight." With that she walked to the door and grabbed her keys. She left the room and walked to the elevator I need to find a replacement as soon as possible. I don't know what will happen if I don't.

Relena sat at her desk, looking at the document in her hand and trying hard to concentrate, but to no avail. What the hell is wrong with me? How could I give him Dorothy's number? After Lucrezia specifically asked me not to. She shook her head and tried to read the document again. She got so frustrated by her lack of concentration that she swung the document out the window. She combed her honey locks with her hand and stood up from her desk. Heero's right... I need to be less involved when it comes to other people's problems. She walked to the mini-bar on the opposite side of the office and poured herself some scotch. Just then she heard the door to her office open.

"Heero, thank God." She said as she turned around.

"Why did you give him her number Relena?' Heero asked impatiently. "Dorothy told you not to get involved."

Relena looked at him for a moment and then looked away. "He's my brother, he's hurting, he needs to talk to her. Dorothy's the only one that can help him go back."

"He's divorced, and Dorothy still lives with the fact that she might have been the straw that broke the camel's back. I've told you once, and I'll tell you again." He walked up to Relena and took the glass out of her hands. "Don't get invovled."

She nodded and hugged Heero. "How am I going to tell her about Catherine?" She asked as she took in his scent.

Heero hugged her tight. "You won't. If she's going to find out, it has to be through Catherine herself. Although at this point in the game, I doubt Dorothy cares."

He paced back and forth in front of the door. When is she going to get here?

Dorothy got out of her car and locked it. She looked at her wrist watch. 4:30... I made it here in 20 minutes... good timing. She took the keys out of her purse and headed for the elevator. She was sure Duo would be waiting for her.

The elevator doors opened and she walked to her apartment, looking through all the mail she had received. She heard footsteps on the soft carpet, and didn't bother paying attention. She had reached her door, and while she was still looking down she saw some nice, expensive, loafers covering some male feet. I knew it.

She cleared her throat. "I'm surprised you actually have good taste Duo. Who knew you had such a good paycheck to be able to pay for such expensive loafers. And those slacks are to die for!" she said still looking down. She heard the person in front of her clear their throat and she looked up. When she saw the face of the person she let the envelopes fall to the floor.

"Milliardo!"