The Ice Queen's Revenge
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Period
AN: Ok so it's short but I'm in a creative period. I got back in to Collage and I've been without the internet for a few days so I pumped this one out. Enjoy.
3 months later:
Newport Times
November 1st 200 A.C.
Society Section
Winner Heir Seen In Arms of Another!
Reported By Anastasiya Kozel
Quatre Raberba Winner, current C.E.O of Winner Incorporation and its subsidiaries, was seen last night at the annually Newport Halloween ball with out his wife. Mr. Winner claimed his wife was tied up with other work issues to attend the Gala hosted by Newport Socialite Miake Heidrich.
However this reporter was aghast when she saw the three month married Mr. Winner with several, beautiful and high profiled ladies on his arms during the night. The one he seemed to be with most of the night was a Miss JessalynWren Bowen, current aid to the Vice Environmental Minister, Mr. Andrew Marco Zeni.
This reporter has it from a very good source that the Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian-Yuy was the one to introduce the pair at a fundraising event for the ESUN just a few weeks back. This has some of the people of both the social scene and the political scene questioning the motives of Mrs. Winner's best friend. And poses the question how true a friend Relena Darlian-Yuy really is?
There was no comment from the Vice Foreign Ministers Camp at this time.
Dorothy sat in front of Relena with a grim and saddened expression on her face as the two sat down for tea in a modest conservatory.
"I know they say it's my fault for the introduction," Relena stared out slowly.
"I know it's not," Dorothy replied in a low voice.
Relena sighed and then put down the tea cup she had in her hand.
"I just knew that this wasn't going to work," Dorothy continued just as sadly.
Relena furrowed her brows, "You're in love with him?"
Dorothy shook her head but Relena became more adamant with her friend.
"You're in love with him," she demanded.
Dorothy shook her head and closed her eyes tightly and gripped the bridge of her nose with her index finger and thumb.
"If I was in love with him, I would be mad at you and not here. You know I was always one for the Green monster," she said flustered trying to cover up for the emotions that seemed to well up with in her.
"Dot," Relena growled.
"Don't Dot me," Dorothy lashed out and then sighed.
There was a tension filled silence that seemed to last forever between the two friends. It seemed as that these emotions of Dorothy's were going to interfere with their friendship if it wasn't already there.
"I've got to go," Dorothy said and then stood up and smoothed out the skirt of the white satin day suit she had chosen to wear.
"Wait Dorothy," Relena found the words escaping her mouth as she watched Dorothy's retreating backside.
Dorothy stopped but kept her backside to Relena.
"I only have one thing to say to you before you leave. Tell him. Tell him if only for yourself. Tell him that you love him and that if he doesn't love you back you will let him love whoever he wants to."
Dorothy turned around to face Relena, who was now standing up but still near to the bench which she had occupied. She was smiling that polite smile she gave everyone she cared about, trying not to let the tear that glistened in the corner of her eye to fall on her cheek.
Dorothy sighed in resignation and then looked at Relena with frustration. Relena just kept on smiling as if trying to break down the walls that surrounded Dorothy's heart.
"I don't want my heart ever broken again," she said and then gave Relena a short curtsy and was out of the conservatory quicker then lighting.
Relena's polite smile fell to a sad look and then a slight frown. Her friend needed this relationship because she knew deep down in her heart that the quiet blonde pilot was in love with her just as much as she was in love with him.
Quatre was waiting for her when she walked into the modest house that she kept in Newport City to use for daily life and work in the capital of the ESUN. He stood in the living room near the bookcase looking through her titles as if it was his bookcase as well. He looked up as he watched her ignore him and headed straight for the kitchen. He followed behind her as she flung open a cabinet to reveal a refrigerated case of chilled wines. He observed her as she pulled out the first available bottle and then slammed the door. She rooted around for a glass, still ignoring him, still silent. She ended up pulling out a small glass that was normally used for scotch and poured a liberal amount into the cup, draining it just as quickly as she poured. She continued this till her third glass at which Quatre spoke up.
"You're going to get drunk," he stated matter of factly.
Dorothy's cold hard glaze, pinned him for his comment.
"That's the point," she said sharply and proceeded to down the third glass.
She poured a fourth glass and then looked with contempt at the man she loved and hated with all her being.
"What are you doing here?" she quipped with disdain.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Gella said I should come to see you as we haven't seen each other in a couple of months."
Dorothy snorted and then downed the fourth glass of wine.
"Can't a husband see his wife?" he mocked her and then pulled a glass out from the cabinet where Dorothy had got hers and poured himself a cup.
"What do you think you are doing?" Dorothy roared as he downed his first glass.
"It's unbecoming for a lady to drink alone," he replied with a smirk.
She downed a fifth and then returned to the chilled cabinet to retrieve another bottle. She then picked up her glass and began to head towards the kitchen door, then up the stairs to her room.
Quatre was close on her heels with his glass, "My sister enquires to your health lately. No queasy stomachs or tender area."
"None of the sort now bugger off," she said the alcohol taking affect quite quickly.
She walked into her room and tried to slam the door but was unsuccessful as Quatre followed in quickly.
"Get out!" She roared with anger.
"Not until you tell me what's going on?" he yelled back at her.
There was silence between the two as the strain that the pending argument began to build.
"Get out," she stressed with a bitter spat.
Quatre stood his ground, "Not until you tell me what is wrong?"
She looked down at the bottle in her hand and then back to Quatre. He was devastatingly handsome tonight. He was dressed in a pair of pressed kaki pants with a Light blue button down shirt that was untuck from his pants. His hair was somewhat dishevelled but it made her want to reach out and touch it.
She sighed and sat down on a settee that was near the balcony in the bedroom.
"I'm fine," she slurred.
He looked sceptically at her and she just looked away.
"I had a bad day at work is all,"
He cocked and eyebrow at her and then came closer to her, "is all? Wow that is a first for the great and noble Dorothy Catalonia,"
She let a chuckle escape her lips and then looked up into his face.
"Ok so I'm not perfect is that what you want to hear?" she asked with another slur and poured herself another drink and downed it quickly.
"And you are admitting you are not perfect, to what do I owe the pleasure to this version of Dorothy?" He asked with a smile and a laugh, as he watched her pour another glass.
"To finally finding it within myself to say that this marriage is a sham. You were right, this isn't going to work. We were able to pull it off for the trip but I think that we really are in two different places and states at this point.
"So I toast to the façade that we call a marriage. To You Master Quatre and our ruined marriage of convince," to that she downed her glass and the whipped her mouth on the back of her hand.
He cast his eyes down and then looked away from her.
"It's a shame that you feel like that," he said with a sad tone.
"That's why I was here. I wanted to clear some things up." He continued, "you no doubt read the papers today and I wanted to say that I was doing that to make you jealous. It must be a PR nightmare for you right now seeing as you are the head of the Intel department for the Preventers. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for that.
"It's funny the things people do to the ones they love," he said looking up to see that Dorothy was now past out on the settee.
Her face was red from the drinking and it looked as if there were traces of tear stains that had been scrubbed away furiously. She was a softer looking person while she slept. The tension and anger seem to melt and were replaced with an angelic beauty that seemed to captivate Quatre.
He shook his head and then knelt beside her to caress her brow. She sighed and let her face fall into the hand as if it would help her fall deeper into sleep.
"It would figure that you would have to be asleep when I finally admit something to you," he whispered softly to her.
He continued to stare at her and caressed her face. they were supposed to go the charity ball together as they were both prominently public figures. It would have been the first time he had seen her face to face since they had departed from Greece. However she had cancelled on him at the last minute stating that there had been some last minute high priority mission that she needed to brief on and that it would take most of her night.
He had been disappointed. Public function or not it was a chance for him to see her. He had realized that day on the tarmac that there was something undeniably wrong with both of them and that he wanted to find it out. With her being in Newport most of the time and him jumping from space to earth every few weeks, it was times like these that they needed to show the media, his family and the remnants of the Romafella foundation that they were married.
He had meet Jessalyn Wren Bowen, quiet by accident that night. He had pulled up to the door quite late and was not surprised to see Relena standing outside with Heero, tapping her foot and a smirk on her face. He had just shrugged his shoulders and then laughed.
As he was climbing up the stairs, another guest who was late as well bumped into him. She was pretty. Her long, straight brown hair was pulled back in a low chignon and held together with a diamond clasp. Dressed in a sleek black off the shoulder dress she was curvy and striking in her way. She had apologized and then said a hello as Relena came up to meet them.
"Hello Miss Jessalyn, it is good to see you have come, and I see you have had the unfortunate pleasure of bumping in to our friend Mr. Quatre Winner," Relena said.
He remembered the woman giving him a quick curtsy, a smile and then a quick apology before heading inside. Quick simple and easy their meeting had been and Relena had been tagged as setting them up all because Relena had answered the poor assistant's hello.
Quatre shook his head and then looked down at Dorothy again. She was quite different from Miss Jessalyn. Her features were sharp, smooth and refined. Her lips always seemed pursed but now they looked pink and relaxed. Her high cheek bones, small perfect ears rounded out her face nicely. He then trailed his eyes to her eyebrows and noted that they were still slightly forked. He noted also that her massive mane of lemon silk draped her body with a few strands straying across her cheeks.
Her body was also different from Jessalyn's. She was lithe, and fair where Jessalyn was curvy and ruddy. Dorothy also petite to Jessalyn's tall frame. In some cases she could never pull off the slinky look. But he thought back to the night of the auction and the black A line dress she had adorned and how that even though she had been tall when they were fifteen, she was now dwarfed by Quatre.
She moaned slightly in his sleep and it brought his attention back to face and he smiled. She was perfection to him in that moment. Then it hit him like the jolt a Gundam feels when it takes off for air combat. It was sickening and hurt him but he could not avoid the wash that seem to accompany it. He was falling, and falling hard for Dorothy.
But how was it that she could affect him so. She did not seem to feel the same way and on many occasions displayed her disgust for him, however there were the moments that make him doubt all of that.
He moved away from her quickly only to have his hand grasped from behind.
"Don't leave me," she seemed to cry out from her sleep.
He turned around and looked down to see that she was now in the throws of a nightmare and her cheeks were now wet with tears. He felt his insides twist and then bent down to wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheek.
"I won't leave," he whispered and then placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
TBC…
