Episode Three
Destiny closed the door to her proxy room silently, barely hearing the soft click of the door latching. She moved slowly to the bed and lay down. She put her arm over her face and sighed, trying to keep the tears from falling from her eyes, once again. "These guys must think I'm an emotional wreck. For fuck's sake, I cry every time they're around!" She sighed again, "But, I just got thrown at least two centuries into the future. How is that even possible?"
Destiny rolled over on her side to stare out the open doors to the sea. She lay there for a while, trying not to think of her present situation, but instead, trying to take in cleansing breathes to match the breaking of the waves not too far away from her room.
"I wish I was back at home." Said Destiny, finally letting the depression sink in, farther than it had been. "But that guy. That, Trowa. His eyes are so familiar. I feel like I've stared into his eyes a thousand times before this," she rolled back onto her back, "A dream maybe? Perhaps it was in a dream. Or, maybe he just has one of those familiar faces?" Destiny sighed heavily, "No. ugh! I don't know."
Soon, Destiny was so overwhelmed by the sound of the sea, that she fell into a not so peaceful sleep.
Destiny's Not So Peaceful Dream-
The girl awoke with a start, having hearing the door to her bed chamber being shut softly. She was facing the window, her eyes gazing out to the vast amount of stars that lay sparkling above the large garden outside of her widow.
"I know you're there." She whispered quietly. "You're not as quiet as you think. Either that," she laughed lightly, turning around and sitting up, "Or I've managed to evade your skills, dear prince."
She heard a light chuckle coming from beside her large oak door. "Or perhaps," she heard a masculine voice speak through the darkness, "I taught you well."
Destiny awoke with a start after hearing the silent click of the door opening. She opened her eyes and stared out the French doors and saw that the sky had turned a velvety black, stars glistening from the heavens. She slowly sat up and quietly turned around to face the intruder. She was met with those same clear green eyes that she had seen earlier in the day.
"I'm sorry to have woken you up. It had been a while and I was wondering if you were okay," came the smooth voice from Trowa. "I guess I'm not as quiet as I thought," he said after a moment. He moved closer to the bed and stared down at the girl.
Destiny looked up at him. He had on a long sleeved white shirt, unbuttoned and revealing a part of his toned chest. He also had on a pair of black and orange striped pajama pants. Destiny cleared her dry throat, "I'm fine. I guess I had a lot taken out of me. You know, what with being thrown in the future and what not." Destiny laughed bitterly.
Trowa caught the comment, and the emotions behind it. His heart tensed up just a moment before saying, "Would you like something to eat? You haven't eaten all day, and you really need to try and eat something."
Destiny looked at him for a moment, surprised that a stranger would care about her well being so soon. "Uh, I , I guess so. I am kinda hungry," she said after a brief hesitation.
Trowa held out his hand to help her out of bed, "Come with me."
Destiny's heart started beating just a bit faster as she grabbed his hand to follow him to the kitchen.
He held her hand just long enough to lead her out of her room. He then almost reluctantly dropped her hand. When he did so, Destiny let out an inaudible sigh of disappointment.
'Did I want him to hold my hand? Jesus! I just met him!' Destiny thought as she followed the man to the kitchen.
'What am I thinking!? Why did I hold her hand for so long? You'd think I felt something for this girl I just met.' Trowa thought as they walked into the kitchen.
Trowa motioned Destiny to sit at the table. He moved to the cupboards and pulled out some bread, peanut butter, and then grabbed some jelly out of the refrigerator. "I hope you don't mind a simple sandwich," said Trowa in his normal tone over his shoulder, "I'm not much of a cook."
Destiny shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't mind at all. I'm not too hungry, so it's quite alright."
After a couple of minutes, Trowa came back with two plates, both with a single pb&j sandwich on them. Destiny nodded her thanks and took a bite into her sandwich.
"So, how old are you Trowa?" asked Destiny after a couple of minutes.
Trowa looked to her after swallowing a bite, "Twenty."
"And the others?" she asked after swallowing another bite.
"The others are nineteen. Quatre is eighteen though. He's the youngest of us," replied Trowa quietly.
Destiny nodded, "You're not exactly a man of many words, are ya?" she laughed lightly at her little joke.
Trowa almost smirked, and nodded.
Destiny finished her sandwich and leaned back, "So, how did you five boys end up with such a nice house?"
Trowa was kind of startled at the question, afraid of saying the wrong thing, "Quatre inherited this one and a few others from his family. They're what you would call, loaded."
Destiny laughed at Trowa's attempt to make a joke. "Well, at least they were, until his father died," he finished. That instantly sobered Destiny's laugh and she fell somber.
Trowa continued, "So, after the war, Quatre inherited the family business and all of the estates. Well, most of them. His sisters live in some of them."
"War?" Destiny questioned.
"Uh," Trowa started, "There was a war that ended about a year or so ago. We were all involved. It was hard not to be."
"Were you soldiers or something?" Destiny inquired. "I guess you can say that." Trowa replied.
"I see." Destiny said. Trowa inwardly sighed in relief at the fact that Destiny didn't pursue the topic any farther.
"Well," Destiny said, getting up and pushing her chair in, "I'm off to bed. I'm still tired. I'll see you in the morning." With that, she walked out of the kitchen, and left Trowa sitting at the table by himself.
Trowa sat down at his computer desk, turned it on and waited for the desktop to pop up. Once it did, he opened the internet browser and sent a search on Destiny Rayne McLaughlin.
He found the link he was searching for, the link to her records. He pressed the link to open it and brought it up. He scrolled down the page, past the items that Heero had discussed earlier that day. He scrolled down to a passage that stated, 'McLaughlin suffered from anorexia and depression in her early teen years. She joined the United States Navy, but later decided that she would rather go to college. She studied at the university in Denver as a music education major, as a violinist for only two months before her mysterious disappearance.
Her mother, Carla Anita Schwab-McLaughlin, was the daughter of a United States Army Sergeant Major, and a German refugee from World War Two. She was in the United States Marine Corps when she met her husband Christopher Xavier McLaughlin. They produced Destiny using natural child birth, as was the only method of child birth in those days of the 21st Century.'
Trowa shut off the monitor after reading that. 'I've got a better idea of who she is after this. Now I know a bit of her back ground. Gave me a better feel of her.'
He lay down on his bed, his arm behind his head. He sighed deeply and turned to his side to stare out to he sea.
Destiny lie in bed, after finding a pair of comfortable black cotton pajama pants and white tank top. She lie looking out to sea. She sighed and got up, walking out the doors onto the balcony and sat on a chair. She sat there, staring out to the ocean and breathing in the cool night air. She looked to her left towards the Trowa's balcony. She sighed again, 'He's really nice. He doesn't open up much. But I guess I can be all of their friends. I just need to cope with my loss right now. Might not be too hard. These guys seem really chill,' she brought her knees to her chest and hugged them to herself, 'I'll be okay.'
Thanks guys! I know it was a short chapter, but I'll try and make them longer. And again, please review, or I'll be very sad. HaStA!-Lady Elenwen