Waking Up In Vegas
Chapter Six
A good twenty minutes after Cathy had slammed her door on them, Trowa and Quatre were under the covers in Trowa's bed. Quatre had donned his usual silk pj's... and though Trowa usually slept in the nude, he'd favored prudence tonight and hunted up a T-shirt and sweats.
And thought they were scooted as far as possible on the bed, they could still feel the other there with them... and it was... unusual for them both. Quatre tried to fall asleep, but the Sandman eluded capture. Finally, after another thirty minutes of this... insomnia, Quatre sighed loudly.
"This isn't working," he said.
"Agreed," was Trowa's immediate response, letting Quatre know that Trowa had not managed to fall asleep either.
Quatre let out an annoyed groan. This was not going to work. And he was determined to get to sleep. And why were they acting so childish over this? They were grown-ups, after all. Right?
"Fine," Quatre growled, annoyed, at himself and at Trowa and at the situation in general. "Roll over."
Curious, Trowa complied, but was surprised to see Quatre twisting this way and that, and the mattress dipping as the blond came closer. Before the artist could even comprehend, Quatre was spooned up against him, grabbing Trowa's hand and pulling it over his waist.
Quatre sighed happily. That was better. Curiously, it gave him that same warm and cherished feeling as when he'd first awoke in Trowa's arms. Curiouser and curiouser, he though, pondering how he could feel so safe and *right* with someone he barely knew. Surprised, Trowa could only lay there as Quatre snuggled down, and the blonde's breathing evened out as sleep took hold.
Trowa blinked once, then twice... then decided he'd never get to sleep if he tried to figure out what it all meant. So then he too drifted off into slumber.
~*~*~
Trowa slipped out of bed in the pre-dawn hours, before Quatre awoke, creeping quietly out of the room and leaving the blond still sleeping. He sighed out loud as he opened the door to his office and collapsed into the desk chair. Dreading what he would find, he booted up the computer to check his emails. Trowa was most certainly an artist. A very good one on a normal basis... but after his creativity dried up last year, he'd had to take up a different job. An artist didn't make any money if he didn't paint.
Surprisingly, there were very few emails, and only one of them from his boss... and ex-uncle. Treize Kushrenada, while divorced from Leia Barton, was still on good terms with the entire family. Maia never lacked for anything, and she usually spent a few days every month or so with her father.
And when Trowa had needed a job... Treize had immediately came up with the idea of having him design the company billboards and other advertising media. Trowa managed to do a good enough job of it. Treize was satisfied, and got a discount from having a professional do it. And Trowa got to keep some very limited form of art in his life... and make money at the same time.
Trowa smirked when he saw the Romefeller letterhead on the email, then his uncle's wording, eloquently asking when Trowa would be able to work on a new ad. Trowa typed up his simple reply, telling him soon... then he paused. Romefeller? Romefeller, a rather large company working in the oil and plastics industry, would have ties with WEI... and maybe even Sandrock Industries. Deleting the reply, Trowa snatched the phone off it's cradle and hit Treize's office speed dial button.
"Romefeller Inc. Mr. Kushrenada's Office. This is Ms. Une, how may I help you?"
"Lady," Trowa smiled. "It's Trowa. I was wondering if I might speak with my dear uncle."
"He's on the phone with a client at the moment. He'll be finished in just a moment, Trowa. You want to wait?"
"Sure. How are you doing lately?"
A deep throaty laugh. "Very well."
"So... I take it my uncle hasn't popped the question yet?"
"No. Not yet... but I live in hope," she laughed. It was no secret in the Barton family that Treize had been dating his secretary for some time now. And Trowa approved. Maia liked Lady Une, and Lady and Leia, while not exactly friends, got on well enough. "Oh, wait... He's done. I'll transfer you back now."
"Thanks, Lady," Trowa said before the call transferred back. It was picked up on the second ring.
"Treize speaking," was the smooth tone.
"It's Trowa."
"Ah, my nephew. How are you? Are you back from Vegas yet? Please tell me you didn't spend *too* much money."
Trowa laughed. "No. My bank accounts are all intact. I was calling to let you know that I'll get started on that ad. I'll have it to you by the end of the week."
"Good to know, but I doubt you wasted your time calling just to inform me of that. Tell me, what's on your mind?"
Trowa smirked. Astute as ever, his uncle was. "I was wondering what you knew of two companies. Winner Enterprises and Sandrock Industries."
"Ahhhh....." Treize took a breath. "Very sad, that. I cannot beleive what that man did. Incorigible. I was going to offer a large deal to them... but I am second guessing my choices."
Trowa sighed. "Might I beg you to consider Winner's son? Offer a deal to Sandrock Industries."
"That company is well endowed, but young, Trowa. And it will probably go out of business soon. It was a sad thing to happen, but it's true. Why this sudden interest? What do you have to gain should I offer SI a contract?"
"Not much... but I know Quatre Winner personally. And I think a deal with Romefeller would help him right now."
"Oh... so the truth comes out. So.... how do you know such a wealthy, influential man?"
"I.... I'm kind of married to him," Trowa admitted, finally saying it out loud for the first time since leaving Vegas.
The gasp over the phone was echoed by the one from the door. Trowa looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Cathy's. But then... Treize laughed.
"Treize?" Trowa questioned.
"Oh, it's nothing," his uncle assured him. "It's just... it's so cliche! Just like the song! I can't believe this. That's what you get for waking up in Vegas!"
Trowa rolled his eyes. "Okay... I'll talk to you later, Treize. I've got some explaining to do to a very confused sister of mine."
"Oh, very well. Do keep me informed of what happens, though. That's exceptionally funny, Trowa."
Trowa hung up the phone on Treize's almost maniacal laughter.
"Cathy..." Trowa said, standing up, keeping his eyes on his sister. "I... I don't know what to say..."
"You're married," she whispered in awe. "And married to a very wealthy man, obviously. Trowa... I just don't know what to think..."
"Me neither. We agreed to just take things slow for now. We'll explain everything later... but right now...."
Ding-dong.
Saved by the door bell. Trowa sighed. It wasn't even seven in the morning yet. Who could be at their door. Trudging behind his sister, he watched as she threw the door open to find a little gray haired old lady.
"Mrs. Henderson," Cathy smiled. "You shouldn't be out of bed so early."
The little woman smiled, holding out a basket. "I noticed that both of you were home. Plus the little one, and a guest. And I didn't think anyone would bother to have ran out for groceries, and you've all been gone so long. It's not much. Just some muffins I made yesterday, a carton of OJ. It should tide you through breakfast, give you energy to go shopping later."
Cathy smiled, taking the basket. "Would you like to join us all?"
"No dearie. I just wanted to drop that by. Julia's coming by later for a knitting session. I'd best clean the porch off. I'll see you later, dearie. And don't be strangers, now."
"Thank you miss Henderson," Cathy smiled as the lady departed. Cathy didn't like charity... but she knew that Mrs Henderson simply loved to cook and take care of people. So she'd learned long ago not to argue. She'd end up loosing anyway.
She turned around to find a messy-haired blond standing next to her brother. She speared them both with a cold gaze before grabbing a muffin and shaking it at them.
"You two have some serious explaining to do."
AN: Yay! I made Treize a good guy... or have I? *raises eyebrow, followed by maniacal laughter* Mwahahahaha!!
And Dear Animechan123... no your gift hasn't appeared yet. Keep watching... I think you'll certainly notice when it does!