A/N: First off, special thanks goes to StraightedgeWingZero, who's been discussing this story with me and helping me out. Also, thank you StraightedgeWingZero for letting me use the nickname Crazy Une. I hope you all like this. For anyone who's wondering, the TreizeXUne scenes will not be in every chapter, though there will be references to both of them throughout, either separately or together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I make no profit from this. I also don't own the TV show, George Lopez, which I took the last little bit with Catherine's Dad and Trowa from. Kind of. If you've seen it you'll see what I mean.
"Noin... it's morning..." Milliardo murmured, trying desperately to untangle himself from his girlfriend. "Noin." He repeated, trying to rouse her.
"There's no school today, it's Saturday..." Noin muttered, burying her face in his t-shirt. "Don't make me get up, I was having a really nice dream."
"Alright, go back to sleep." Milliardo gently moved her off of him and onto the bed, making sure her head was on a pillow and she had enough blankets.
"Love you." Noin murmured, curling up more.
"Love you too." The blonde teacher resituated the blankets around her, and then slipped out of the room.
He mulled over the words he had said the night before, how he had thanked Noin for never giving up on him. They had both been through a lot, Noin especially, but Milliardo had the most family troubles, not counting the death of Noin's brother of course.
Milliardo's parents had died when he was five, and he had been separated from his little sister, Relena, by child protective services when they were put up for adoption. Though he had tracked Relena down, without her knowing, the moment he turned 18, he had still been damaged goods from his parents' death. Noin had been the one person, who even as a kid, never gave up on him.
Milliardo peeked back into his room, where Noin had kicked off her blankets again. He tucked them back around her and kissed her forehead lightly.
He loved her, and he would return the favor. She had never given up on him, so he would never give up on her.
"It's really early, Quatre, use smaller words and speak slower." Dorothy yawned and rubbed her eyes. 7:30 was a God-awful hour to be talking to a boy, cutie or not.
"I want to help you work things out with Relena." Quatre smiled at Dorothy. "May I come in?"
"If you value your life then no." Dorothy ran her hands through her hair, which she hadn't had time to brush. Hell, Quatre had woken her up when he knocked on the front door. "Can't this wait?"
"No, may I please come in?" Quatre took a step into the doorway, without her permission, and shut the door after himself. "Dorothy, I want you to make up with Relena."
Dorothy's heart sank; he didn't like her and he didn't want to be around her anymore, she was sure. "Why?" She clenched her nails into her palms to keep from crying. She didn't want it to end, especially not like this.
"I really like you Dorothy-" Quatre blinked at her in surprise as her eyes teared up. "What's wrong?"
"You're breaking up with me and we're not even together!" Dorothy shook her head, trying to dispel the pain she felt inside.
"No!" Quatre blinked and quickly apologized for his outburst. "That's not it at all, I just don't think that you're happy with just me. You need a friend of your own gender that you can talk to about... girl things."
"What girl things can't I talk about you with?" Dorothy's tears were dissipating, a look of confusion taking their place. "You have sisters, and you're sensitive. You might as well be a girl." She blinked, and then said, "That sounded worse than how I meant it..."
"If we... start to date..." Quatre seemed at a loss for words, fidgeting and more nervous than a cat at the vet. "Who will you complain about me to?"
"Have I ever had any complaints about you?" Dorothy narrowed her eyes. "You are sick of me, aren't you?"
"Dorothy, no, not at all." Quatre smiled at her, a dim reality of his usual smile. "I just want you to be happy."
"I am." Dorothy gave him a rare smile and a hug. "Though you're annoying the shit out of me with all this confusing talk."
"Sorry." Quatre chuckled, a nervous little laugh and let her lead him into the living room.
Dorothy still wondered if she was truly happy with just Quatre, even though she had said it.
She would keep wondering for a while.
"I hate that she won't just tell me what was going on." Relena muttered into her cell phone as she lay on her bed, spread out in the middle of it. "Heero, are you there?"
"I'm listening." Heero dropped something on the other line and muttered a short list of heavy profanities to himself before adding, "You haven't asked any questions, so I haven't been required to say anything."
"You're a horrible phone talker." Relena wandered into the bathroom, looking for good nail polish. "Most people would at least let me know they're still there and they didn't hang up on me."
"I'm still here." Heero swore again and Relena stifled her laugh with a cough.
"What are you doing?" Relena asked, as a clatter of metal on the other end of the line made her flinch.
"Fixing my car." Heero sighed. "I have to go. I just spilled several components that I need. Why don't you just let whatever secret Dorothy was keeping from you go?"
"It's the principle, Heero." Relena sighed. "Alright, I'll talk to you later." But she realized that he had hung up on her after she said alright. "Some manners you have." She muttered and sat down to paint her toenails.
"So you're stalking me now?" Wufei noted as he spotted Sally's car in his driveway. "Do you think I cheated on you already?"
"It was bad." Sally muttered as she popped open the passenger side door for him. "It was really bad." She rubbed her eyes, smearing mascara that Wufei didn't know she wore, and kept her eyes closed.
"Your parents?" Wufei guessed, climbing in and sitting with her. "What happened?"
"They're arguing over me now. Like I'm property." Sally tried to laugh, but it came out a dry sob. "Dad wants to move across the country and take me with him, because Mom is an unfit Mother, or so he says. Mom says he's a terrible influence and she'll let him take me over her rotting corpse. It's just... not a pleasant situation. At all." Sally let out another dry sob, but the tears weren't coming, she had cried herself all out at home.
"Sally..." Wufei leaned over the console and hugged her. "If all fails, I could probably convince my parents to let you stay with us..."
"Don't do that." Sally snapped, pushing him away. "I don't want to see our relationship ruined the way my parents' was. I know there's no such thing as happily ever after, I'm not some stupid little kid, but couldn't I end up happy just once? I hate that everything is falling all apart! I hate it!" She whacked the steering wheel and the horn blared, causing several neighbors to look at them.
Wufei blinked in surprise. Sally had always been his protector, and now the tables were turned. "I'll make sure everything turns out alright." He whispered, pulling Sally over the console a bit so she could rest her head on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine."
Sally took a deep breath and tried to believe him. She tried with everything she had, but it just wasn't working.
"Hilde, are you ever going to tell me what I did that made you so mad?" Duo sighed. He was stretched across length of the couch, giving Hilde a little room to sit with him, though he had his head on her lap.
"Do I have to?" Hilde sighed and leaned back against the couch.
"If you don't, I may have to sick Crazy Une on you." Duo grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
"Oh like you have any control over Crazy Une." Hilde gave a small giggle, the premise was still funny, whether or not Duo could actually do it. "It's just hard to talk about." She added and shrugged. She didn't meet his eyes.
"I didn't... did I?" Duo's eyes filled with fear without him even saying it.
"It wasn't anything physical that you did, promise." Hilde was able to meet his eyes for a second. "Just... something you said threw me for a loop."
"Oh yeah?" The fear in the braided boy's eyes disappeared and he got a devilish look to him. "What was it?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Hilde maintained her belief that she didn't want to talk about it. After all, maybe she could just put it in the past, though everyone believed that she couldn't do that.
"You can't just shove it aside." Relena sighed as they sat in the girls' bathroom on the tile floor. "It'll be really hard to talk about with him if he doesn't remember, but if you just shove it in a box in the back of your mind, well..."
"Then if you're together, later in life, you'll harbor resentment for him for not remembering." Catherine shook her head. "Something similar with my parents, 15 months of therapy and it still gets whipped out in arguments. Not pretty."
"Trust me, you need to bring it up." Relena continued. "You might be able to spark his memory, but chances are you might have to just tell him."
Hilde closed her eyes; this was going to be hard.
"Nothing." Hilde blinked, and the next thing she knew Duo was pinning her down on the couch, kissing her like she was sure she had never been kissed before.
"Bastard!" Hilde whacked him upside the head when they came up for air. "You knew all along, you asshole!"
"Nah." Duo smirked as Hilde tried to roll out of his grip. "I just got a flash of it laying there with my head on your lap. Ow." He flinched suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Hilde instantly went into panic mode.
"You're on my braid." Duo, despite his pain, smiled at her.
"You deserve it." Hilde smirked, but sat up and pulled his braid out from under her shoulders.
"Still mad?" Duo pouted his famous puppy dog pout.
"No." Hilde kept a straight face until she added, "For now," And let out a crazy laugh.
Both of them were still laughing when Mr. Maxwell walked in the door.
"Oh, come on, Trowa!" Catherine begged. She was on her knees, on the floor, her dress in a puddle around her. "Please?"
"Alright, alright." Trowa's lips perked up at the corners in his smile. "We can have our tutoring session outside. It is nice."
"Yes!" Catherine jumped up and tackled him at the same time, landing on his lap. Blushing, she jumped off of him, her face slowly turning the same color as a ripe tomato.
"You're beautiful." Trowa murmured, touching the side of her face with his fingertips.
Catherine's lips turned up into a smile too, and then she became serious again. "Trowa." She stretched out his name. "Come on, this is the one time we need to be serious and you're hitting on me?"
"Inappropriate. Sorry." Trowa gathered up the math books and led Catherine out onto the porch. "You're actually making progress in your math." He said, trying to regain his stoic composure.
"You say that like you're surprised." Catherine made a face at him, but ended up laughing. "Oh geez, now I can't be serious. Sorry."
"Why are you always so happy?" Trowa asked as he spread the books out.
"You don't like my upbeat attitude?" Catherine frowned, but never lost the sparkle in her eyes.
"I admire it." Trowa smiled and leaned in to give her a kiss.
"Son," Catherine's father boomed from the doorway. "I appreciate young love and all, but right now you're here to help my daughter with her math."
"Sorry sir." Trowa leaned back away from Catherine, turning back to his math books.
"Oh, and if you break my daughter's heart, I'll bury you next to Jason." Catherine's Father added with a smirk.
"Who's Jason?" Trowa raised an eyebrow.
"Jason is what makes my flowers bloom." Catherine's Dad gestured around at the garden.
Trowa paled.
"Daddy!" Catherine rolled her eyes and shook her head. Her father was always like this, and it just figured that Trowa didn't get the joke.
A/N: This story will be coming to a close soon, when everyone gets their issues worked out. I have no clue how long that will take, so please don't ask me how many chapters I have left. Anyway, will you tell me how I'm doing? What did you like/hate/love/didn't care about? Thank you for reading!