A/N: Hey readers! Thank you for sticking with this story, as it really has turned out to be much longer than I normally intended it to but oh well, I'm enjoying it still very much. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a nice one. I'd also like to thank the beautiful Beautiful Innocence for reading and reviewing! Thank you!
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My Memory of Her: Sand Castles, Just Like Castles In The Sky
Heero and Dorothy sat in Duo's truck annoyed that they had to go to the beach. Dorothy went only because if her Blackberry got ruined, Duo was going to be the mansion maid for two weeks. Including uniform, one that she would choose personally.
Duo was driving and Quatre was riding shotgun and they were both excited, probably just as much as Michael was. The three of them were in thin t-shirts, bright and loud colored swimming trunks, flip flops, and sun glasses.
Dorothy was in a sundress and a big floppy hat to protect her face from the sun and tan lines from her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. She saw the beach as no excuse to not look your best.
Heero was in a loose thin t-shirt, plain trunks, and sneakers. He wasn't one to wear sunglasses and even then, he wasn't sure what to wear to the beach. The whole experience was too messy and frustrating for his taste.
Dorothy was texting orders to George and Aaron as Duo drove them into the parking lot. They did not have the day off.
Michael sat on his knees as he peaked out the tinted windows and looked around in awe. He had never seen such a busy place that was small and so decorated with bright colors, umbrellas of all sizes and colors and chairs too.
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Seth walked out of the local Apple Store with his new iPhone and new number. He was more suspicious of people following him now but did his best to blend in with normal society as best he could.
Seth dialed Martly's cell.
"The fuck do you want?" answered an annoyed Martly.
"Chill the fuck out man, its me," Seth scolds now annoyed with Martly.
"Sorry. Got the new line?" Martly asks sounding a little less annoyed.
"Yeah, the old one is no longer active but you can still access that picture," Seth says.
"Cool, cool," Martly says. "You coming over?" He adds.
"No, I have some errands to run," Seth says as he gets into his car and drives away from the mall and to the center of the city. He sat in his car at a red light and looked to his right, passenger side, and makes sure what he brought was still with him.
"Oh alright man. See ya," Martly says hanging up the phone and pressing play on the DVD remote to continue watching the porn he put in. He takes a drag of his joint, "oh yeah." He says exhaling.
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"Dude, this is odd," George says seeing his phone with text messages from Dorothy. She was on vacation? Now that was odd.
"Ugh, and us?" Aaron says exasperated. He wanted to be relaxing too. Though, they didn't have too much stuff to do that wasn't out of the ordinary.
"I know, hopefully she sends us to some place again like she did last year," George comments with a sigh as he drinks his coffee.
"That would be great! But, you know she'll fly us back if something comes up," Aaron retorts.
"Yeah, but I doubt it," George says and stands up as someone walks in.
"Is Madam Catalonia in?" The man asks. He wore all black, had black spiky hair, and even wore his dark sunglasses inside.
"No, she's not in. May I take a message?" George asks.
"Tell her, he wanted to speak with her. She'll know what it means," the man says before walking out.
George blinks, okay?
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"Oh my fucking God Quatre, I will kill you!" Dorothy declares as she makes her way through the hot sand. Her designer sandal clad feet sank through the soft sand and she didn't like the feeling or the intense heat from the sand either. If only she had answered the phone when Duo called, it was Quatre's fault she had to come.
Quatre and Duo kept their heads down as they pulled harder and faster on the big ice chest they brought with them. Quatre pulled as hard as he could and Duo was trying to get them to go faster, he knew he was dead when Dorothy and Heero would get to them.
Heero was with Michael, who was sitting down on the bed of Duo's truck on top of a towel as Heero covered him in sun block.
Michael's eyes kept darting around back and forth as he saw all the cars, people in bright colored clothes, very little clothes, and some with puppies and babies. The seagulls did scare him though. They were so loud and like giant flies.
After Michael had a white coating of sun block all over his light complected body, Heero applied some to himself as Michael climbed down and then yelped.
"Daddy, the ground is so hot!" Michael said sounding like he was about to cry. Excitement got the better of him and didn't wait for Heero to take him to where everyone else was, but the sand was so hot on his little feet.
Heero lifts him up and checks his little pale feet to make sure he wouldn't have a blister or anything. Michal being so young, Heero knew he was more susceptible to things like this.
Heero grabbed some towels, Michael's little backpack that contained sun block, cooling gel, snacks, some water and juice, sunglasses, little sandals, and a towel.
Michael was in awe as Heero walked through the sand barefoot carrying everything. The ground was so hot... how could daddy walk through with no socks or shoes? He was like Superman.
"Don't be so bitter! Ow! Oh my God, that was a shoe!" Duo wails as the Dolce and Gabana logo glows red on his face. Quatre was hiding, getting a mango from a vender.
Dorothy had hit Duo because he made a joke about how the water would make her melt and not to get too close to the ocean.
Duo was about to call her a bitch, but saw Heero and Michael next to him and just sighed heavily.
Michael was in awe of the ocean, "Oh my God daddy... its sort of scary..." he whispers.
Heero nods, "Around water, you always have to be careful."
"Come on Macky! Leys go swim!" Duo says jumping right in front of him. Lucky for Duo, the sand barely missed Dorothy as she crossed her legs so that her foot wouldn't touch the sand.
Michael was about to hop off the chairs that Dorothy made Duo and Quatre set up as she bitched about their work ethic, the heat, and that she better not burn, or else she'd use Duo's skin as a coat until her skin was back to normal.
"No," Heero says flattly.
Michael and Duo blink, what? Wasn't that the point of going to the beach?
"He has to wait for the sun block to soak in," Heero says.
Duo falls over, was he serious? My God!
Dorothy smirks, "Yes sir Mr. Mom." She says mockingly but is then distracted by Quatre in his red board shorts. His hair bounced as he made his way back as he ate the big mango and had his lips covered in something that looked like chile powder. She licked her lips.
Thankfully, Michael was poking Duo to make sure he was okay from falling over, if not Heero would've had to cover his eyes.
Michael ended up being pulled under and being tickled by Duo. He squealed and giggled happily. Heero watched.
Michael was so innocent, so happy, he hoped, but also, he had a family. Marie would be happy... maybe one day Heero would take him to meet his mother. The mother who loved to laugh and smile, and made Heero feel uncomfortable with his feelings. She still did… Marie, I don't think I am the best person to raise him, but I won't let you or your son down.
Quatre saw that Heero was deep in thought and as he got closer, Dorothy tugged on his board shorts and he gasped. Saw it was her and blushed as she grinned and sat next to her.
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George and Aaron were updating client information and sorting out priority cases so that Dorothy would see what was most pertinent at the moment. She needed the time saving task as she was also managing Catalonia Enterprises. Her and Quatre were working extra hard to make sure their businesses would still be fine during the recession and that their investments were still profitable and healthy.
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Martly walked by the big and luxurious building that read Catalonia At Law. He scoffed, people who flaunted their riches got on his nerves. He especially didn't like it when he was in college. Now that he did have lots of money, he was still careful to not attract attention to himself.
He sighed, what the hell was he gonna do with what happened to Seth. Fuck, was it a sick joke by the cops? No, the body was gone by then... and Heero was incapacitated, so it couldn't be from him. He sighed.
He pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, and continued walking as he pressed it to his ear and heard the dial tone.
"Martly, what can I do for you?" A voice asks from a smooth talking man.
"Eh, nothing much, just was wondering if you could use a boost," Martly said, which was code for meth.
"Oh man, I just pulled a double shift and that sounds amazing!" The voice says.
Martly grins, hook, line, and sinker, "Great, I'll stop by in a bit." He was a faithful buyer, he believed in the gift that Martly created. It was his genius.
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"Am I reading this right?" George asks pointing to the email that said that the District Attorney, Dave Harrell wants to meet with Dorothy?
Aaron raises an eyebrow, "Now this will be interesting..." They both knew how much Dorothy hated the man. She was dead set he was the kind of man who slept with his wife when necessary, but would still go to glory holes and suck dick, yet refuse to acknowledge gay rights. She really didn't like him.
"Not it," George blurts. He sure as hell didn't want to be the one to have to call her while she was on vacation.
Aaron groaned, sat back on his chair, defeated, and dials Dorothy's cell phone number.
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Heero, Duo, and Michael were in the ocean and helping Michael adjust to being immersed in water that was not a tub. In essence they were playing with him.
"Shit…" Dorothy muttered as her phone rang, she had just convinced Quatre to have sex in dressing room. Now he'd be spooked from doing it in a public place every again.
"Yes?" Dorothy asks annoyed over the phone.
Aaron gulped and took a deep breathe but, "Madam, we just received an email from the DA and-"
"An email? A fucking email from Harrell?" Dorhothy says incredulously at the nerve Aaron had and George for not stopping him. The nerve of that man to being with was what was going to get his ass kicked. She pauses, "Do me a favor. Get up, tell George to reply saying that I'll be there today. And make sure that no pink glitter falls out your ass as you do so, but if it does, clean it up."
She then drops the Blackberry into the ice chest that now had some water from the melting ice; ruining it. Leave it to Harrell to mess up what would've been a great moment.
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Aaron died from how Dorothy sounded over the phone. "God! What a bitch, she better get laid soon, or else, Quatre will not be able to walk for a while," he says angrily as he vents.
Dorothy had been a tab bit on edge lately, and since she was always so intense it was taking its toll on them.
George replies to the email back to the DA's secretary, that Dorothy would be there in an hour. Though, he knew she wouldn't. But hey, she knew what she was doing.
Aaron dove off in their sports car, he needed to get out of the office for a bit. He was freaking out as he was trying to be able to put together the strange events that had been going on in the office. George told him not to let it get to him, that it was some weird fluke; as well as some other encouraging and brotherly words.
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Dave sat in his office waiting for Dorothy to show up. He was actually surprised that she responded. Much to his annoyance, she was three hours late and her office was no longer answering the phone or emails.
After a few more minutes of thinking, he realized what was going on. She stood him up. He was pissed off to say the least, "What a bitch!" He yells as he flung the stapler off the desk and crashing into the wall of his office. This was insult to injury, and he was not one to take things sitting down.
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Michael walked back to the little site where they had the ice chest. He had made several trips back and forth for sandwiches, water, Gatorade, sun block, and shade. But this time, he was so tired that all he wanted some rest.
Heero, Duo, and Quatre followed him. Poor boy was tuckered out from so much play in the water, but they all enjoyed seeing him so happy. Duo, Quatre, and Dorothy didn't want to see him so sad any more and Heero wanted Michael to know that everything was okay despite what had happened to Heero.
Michael curled up on Heero's lap and laid his head on Heero's flat stomach and toned chest. He was so tired; he didn't struggle to fall asleep at all.
Quatre smiled, "He missed you. I'm glad you thought of coming to the beach." He too needed a vacation, and it came just in time.
Heero raised an eyebrow and Duo whistled innocently. He was already in enough trouble.
"Yuy, we still need to talk," Dorothy mouthed unnoticeably, but he caught on. He knew, and now time was running out.
Heero put some water on his hands and put it on Michael gently, in order to keep his body cool and him comfortable. No one understood this side of Heero, it was so strange and not part of his character. But one thing was clear, despite the stoic face on the young man who was a father at twenty without warning, he had love for the boy. That was never a doubt. Michael nuzzles him in his sleep as he takes in Heero's scent.
Duo and Quatre smile at the sight, even Dorothy smiled a little.