Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and I am not earning a profit from this fan fiction. However, any other original characters are my own creation. This is my first drabble series. I just started thinking of awkward situations to unleash on the Gundam pilots and other GW characters. The theme of each drabble will vary. There is no specified genre for the series so expect anything.

"Oddities"

By: Inazuma Akai

Scenario Two

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"Mother/Daughter Talk"

The day wasn't a scorcher but the sun was beaming down hot enough that a random pool party had been thrown together in a matter of hours. The adults claimed it was a chance for their children to spend time with their friends and family. But there were obviously ulterior motives, namely those that got them all out of their offices so they could enjoy a nice sunny day.

As usual, the festivities were taking place at the Winner Estate. Only Quatre and Relena owned property adequate enough to keep their guests entertained. But out of the two, only Quatre gave the air that there was a welcome invitation to his mansion. Of course, Relena was always open to entertaining guests. Yet she could never figure out why no one ever really came to visit. (She would later learn that having her husband and self-appointed bodyguard, Heero, around the house was a deterrent for anyone considering accepting an invitation).

Though Dorothy was also lacking in the area of making guests feel comfortable, she at least had training in proper etiquette to fall back on. In other words, she'd fake it if necessary. Quatre liked having people around and she liked seeing Quatre happy (the alternative was actually quite disturbing).

Having decided to take a break from socializing (as she was beginning to feel a migraine coming on) Dorothy sat pool side, her legs dangling over the edge. Her three-year-old daughter, Jasmine, perched on her lap, glaring into the water.

Pulling her gaze away from the people around her, who were acting more like children than the adults they truly were, Dorothy nudged Jasmine's arm to get her attention. Her daughter glanced up, still pouting.

The lone Catalonia had a penchant for inspiring fear in little children. Of course, that fear took the form of respect in her young daughter. But even her daughter wondered about her mother's sanity. At three years old she knew to step lightly.

There was some maternal instinct in her though. And it always niggled at her conscience when the little girl was upset or distraught. After various mishaps, she'd learned to find out what was bothering her daughter before going off on a tirade.

"What's wrong?" Dorothy asked.

"I don' wanna sim no more...."

"That's not the only reason you're sitting here instead of playing with your friends."

Jasmine tensed. "Yes, it is."

"No, it's not. So, either you tell me what's bothering you or I'll ask your daddy. I'm sure he knows."

"Otay, otay!" The little girl fumed in exasperation. Above her, Dorothy smiled victoriously.

"So spill."

"Aiden..."

"Yea...."

"I don' like him..."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don'."

Dorothy sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead. "I know you don't want to tell him you like him, quite frankly you shouldn't even be having crushes, but that's no reason to be rude. He's still your friend." Aiden was Heero and Relena's son. She doubted the four-year-old boy had any idea that Jasmine's strange behavior had something to do with a crush. His father had been just as clueless at 15 so she expected as much. His father hadn't been the 'sharpest tool in the shed' back then.

The young girl shifted, knowing her mother was right. "I won' be mean no more, but I still not wanna go back..."

"Then you can stay here with me if you want. I just don't want you being mean to Aiden, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Dorothy smirked. "Good. Now where's your water gun? Daddy's about to get a close encounter with a Super Soaker..." Dorothy chuckled evilly, spotting her husband, Quatre, seemingly still dry.

Jasmine grinned and then went to retrieve her water gun.

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Author's Note: So far I've posted two drabbles. Now there are only two remaining.

I decided this drabble would star Dorothy since I sort of ridiculed her in the last entry. Notice the irony of the situation (apparently she finally got him, lol ^^)

As always, I'd love feedback...and constructive criticism...hence 'constructive' criticism...not flames…

And here's the 5-star system for your convenience.

Inazuma Akai's 5 Star Rating System for Fanfiction:

1 star – This fic is unreadable! Get a beta-reader stat!

2 stars – This story needs a face lift in the worst possible way…

3 stars – Not bad, but with a little more effort you can make it a really good fic.

4 stars – There are some minor errors here and there but otherwise it's a very nice fic!

5 stars – It's an exceptional work of art! More, please?

Thank you all for reading!