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Get in the mood: "Secrets" by OneRepublic


The Tower

Chapter 4

"So I'm gonna give all my secrets away."


"What reason could you possibly have for torturing me this early in the morning? There are no meetings scheduled for the next few days and I would assume you could have waited for a more acceptable hour to inform me of any news?"

"You've looked better. Late night last night?"

"..."

"Trouble in paradise? Did something happen?"

"No. Nothing."

"Hn. I delivered your report as well as my own research to Agent Rose. She's decided to call in reinforcements."

"Of course. Just perfect."

"She's calling a meeting for all the Gundam pilots to be briefed this afternoon at the main base here on Earth. Most of us are here already due to some reason or other."

"Great. Good luck with the briefing."

"Both of us are going to be presenting the information."

"What? No, I can't possibly... I'm still undercover and-"

"Agent Rose insists we both brief our comrades according to our specific roles."

"Well I refuse-"

"Agent Saber, this is a direct order, not a request. Your expertise with the company and firsthand knowledge is what we need to pass on. No one else can do that."

"Dammit."


Peace settled around Quatre and Dorothy as they lay intertwined on her bed. She had never planned to invite him in but she found herself wanting to be near him more and more. He looked so peaceful, like an angel from heaven, her very own angel. Although she knew how strong he could be, he looked so vulnerable. She laid her head gently on his bare chest and listened to his heartbeat. The rise and fall of his chest rocked her into a comfortable trance. He had told her countless times that he loved her, while she wished she had the capacity for love. At that moment her only wish was that the feelings she shared with Quatre could last forever. It was then, at that exact time, at that exact place, she had an epiphany. She loved Quatre. Of course her heart had felt love's pull, she would never have been in bed with him otherwise. But now the realization had seeped into her mind. There was no longer any miscommunication, no longer any disconnect within. Her whole being, mind, body and soul, was no longer hers alone. If he so much as asked, she knew she would not hesitate to share with him everything she had. She was afraid and excited at the same time. Emotions flooded over her and as if sensing them even in his sleep, Quatre stirred. He sleepily looked down at her and kissed her forehead.

"I love you Dorothy."

She pretended to be asleep but her heart swelled at his words and he gave a small chuckle as he sensed it. She silently cursed herself for not returning the sentiment but Quatre didn't mind. His spaceheart had already told him what her own heart had said. When his breathing came in a steady rhythm, her eyes ventured to look at his face once more to make sure he was sleeping.

She snuggled in closer and whispered to him as she closed her eyes, "I love you too Quatre." This time, his heart swelled and he smiled.


Lady Une looked out among the four young men assembled in the the large conference room.

"Thank you all for coming so quickly on such short notice. As you know we've been investigating a company for several months that we believe has plans to create another war. As soon as the two operatives working on the case arrive we can begin."

She was barely finished speaking when Heero Yuy opened the door and walked in. Taking his seat near the front, Lady Une addressed him.

"How nice of you to join us Agent Light. Where is Agent Saber? Please tell me she's coming."

Heero cocked a brow and smirked, "Hn. She's on the way."

The other four Gundam pilots looked bewildered with the slight revelation Heero had partnered with a woman during this mission. With Noin retiring to settle down in a quiet life after marrying Milliardo and Sally Po working exclusively in the infirmary, each man tried to imagine whom Heero had approved to work with.

"I hope Relena doesn't get too jealous you're working with a girl other than her!" Duo teased him. "Hey Heero is she a babe?"

Heero ignored him and instead focused on a visibly depressed and vacant Quatre.

"You've looked better," he directed toward the blonde pilot but Quatre was lost in his own world. "Mutual fascination huh?" Heero commented again, more to himself as an afterthought.

After a moment, Quatre realized Heero had spoken to him.

"I'm sorry Heero," the Arab apologized, "I'm just not feeling quite well today."

The other occupants of the room turned sympathetic eyes on him and Quatre could feel all the wishes of good health radiating from them.

The opening of the door caught everyone's attention and Dorothy walked in slowly as if unsure of how to move her body. Trowa and Heero had already solved the puzzle of Quatre and Dorothy's similar looks.

"Hey Dorothy are you not feeling well either? Maybe there's something going around." Duo piped up again.

A deadly glare promptly silenced whatever would have come out of his mouth next, if anything at all. Lady Une waited for Dorothy to speak after assessing her discomfort.

"I'm sorry for my tardiness. Let's begin without further delay. As I'm sure you've already been informed I've been working undercover for the past few months in this company called Fortune Enterprises. We've received some anonymous reports that this organization or some of its members are planning to disrupt the peace one way or the other. We don't know exactly how yet, but we do know quite a bit."

Dorothy continued to detail places of interest and the meetings she had attended before moving on to the theoretical component of her briefing.

"It seems the perpetrators like to use certain code names. They are based off of the major arcana of Tarot cards specifically. From the communications we've been able to intercept, the leader is referred to as the Tower while the second and third in command are the Chariot and the Fool respectively. The Lovers, the Emperor, the Sun and the Moon have also been used in their correspondences but from context they seem more like targets instead of members. Heero will brief you on the suspects we're investigating as well as the potential victims."

Dorothy exchanged a look with Lady Une then took her leave exiting the room quietly.

Quatre's mind frantically processed the information he had received regarding the mission, Dorothy's identity as a Preventer agent and the realization of her involvement. He sprang up from his seat before Heero could take his place at the front of the room. Mumbling an apology, he hurried out the door after Dorothy. His instincts brought him to one of the libraries used for research. There she stood facing a desk with a pile of papers with her back to him. She bristled as she realized he had followed her and turned to him with a disapproving look on her face.

"You should be listening to Heero's half of the briefing."

"Dorothy, you don't have to do this." His spaceheart was telling him that she was trying to shut him out but that she had little energy left to fight with.

"I accepted this mission-"

"I mean you don't have to distance yourself from me. I can protect myself and I want to protect you."

"Don't flatter yourself. It doesn't become you," Dorothy scoffed.

Quatre walked towards her and gingerly held her face in his hands.

Softly he spoke to her, "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't love me. If you can do that, I promise I will walk out that door and out of your life forever."

She raised a brow and smirked haughtily, "Are you a masochist Mr. Winner?"

He remained silent.

"I don't-" Dorothy faltered.

She was locked on his eyes as they seemed to search her soul.

"I-" She attempted again.

The tenderness and love that she could see in his eyes affected her deeply.

"I-" Dorothy swallowed the lump in her throat.

The tears were starting to well up in her eyes. She wet her lips, closed her eyes and accepted her sweet defeat.

"I love you," escaped her lips in a barely audible whisper.

Quatre smiled in relief and closed his own eyes. He touched his forehead to hers, never letting go of her face. Using his thumbs to wipe away her tears, Quatre softly kissed her lips.

"I love you too, Dorothy".