Short, I know, but I couldn't help it. Anyway, on with my story, that my crazy mind came up with.
Chapter four
She was actually looking forward to her new assignment. To let OZ capture her again, and help them take down the base, and find out what they had hidden there, besides her. She was going to have to go through some tests to overcome the drugs they would give her. Dr. J said it would only take a few days. So they waited a few days, to get to know each other and for her to find out a few things about herself, before they started.
She was keeping to herself, which the other pilots didn't mind at all. They saw her as a threat, and knew she was stronger than all of them. She had locked herself up in the library, that she was obsessed with, until she was disturbed by someone breaking into the room. To her surprise, it was none other than Duo. She had been in one of the comfortable leather chairs, reading a book of poems, which she was surprised the doctor had.
He didn't notice her at first, not until he had successfully slithered in, and closed the door behind him. She stared at him, with curiosity in her eyes, and not her usual hateful flames.
He looked up at her, and was about to apologize, when she stood up. He started to back up against the door, but she calmly walked over to the shelf, and put the book up.
"It's OK. I wouldn't mind some company once in awhile. Everyone just ignores me around here."
"Yeah, well after that little show you did down in the lab, everyone's been kinda...catious."
"Oh, sorry about that. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just don't trust people who shoot stuff up my arms with needles."
"Well, I can understand that", he said sympathetically.
"So, who saved me?"
"Well, I'm the one who carried you out, and well everyone else helped to, umm, clean you up."
"Oh, thank you", she whispered.
"Your welcome."
"So, what are you doing in here. I didn't know you liked to read."
"Well, I know how to do more than just talk, you know. I do like to read, just don't tell the others. K?"
She actually laughed a little.
"Fine, I won't. As long as you stay and talk with me for awhile."
"I was planning on it anyway."
"Good."
They sat down in the plush chairs around a small coffee table, and began to talk.
"So, what were you reading?"
"A book on British and American poetry, before WWII. I really like poetry."
"Hmm, really, so do I."
"Cool. Have you ever read the one called, "The Crow-Marble Whores of Paris"?"
"No, but I will. Sounds interesting."
They talked for a few hours. Discussing things about their lives, that they could remember, books they read, and the other pilots. Duo making her laugh even more, when he talked about how uptight Heero was.