By: Bama's Belle
Title: When it Starts to Fade
A/N: I love you all!! Readers keep a smile on my face. Reviewers keep me positively beaming though. And as for the few that I've seen that think the watcher is the obvious...well, you could be wrong, but you maybe right. We'll see I guess ;)
Chapter 3
Relena sprang away from Jerome so suddenly that he jumped a little as she stood and starting smoothing wrinkles from her skirt.
Jerome sat there for a moment, totally bewildered as to how any woman could go from being caught up in a kiss, which he figured was pleasing to the both of them, then suddenly jerk away, pretending as if it hadn't happened.
He peered up at the Foreign Minister in curiosity. She had one hand in her hair, smoothing down any signs of unruliness, and one toying with the end of her short, blue dress. Her deep blue eyes were filled with something akin to panic, and were darting this way and that, as if making certain there were no witnesses to what had happened.
She cleared her throat professionally, and then chanced a look at Jerome, who was studying her closely.
"You're never going to open up to anyone, are you?"
This question surprised her, not because who it came from, for Relena knew by now that Jerome Jackson didn't pay any mind to who he was speaking to, but because she was surprised that even he would go the length of calling her personality a closed one.
"Excuse me," Relena said, straightening completely, getting that defiant look on her face, "I believe I open myself up to millions of people in the public everyday. Who are you to say I'm too...too..."
"Distant?" Jerome provided.
Relena's mouth fell open with shock. She was distant??
"May I ask, Mr. Jackson..."
"Oh, that's rich," he sneered, "I kiss the daylights out of you, and you call me Mr. Jackson...I have to admit, Miss Foreign Minister, even I am surprised at your belief in yourself that you're so open."
"I just spilt my guts to you, made a fool of myself, and you're calling me distant!" Relena raged.
Jerome shook his head, and stood, "Relena, that's not what I meant. I never said 'secretive', just distant, and not necessarily to everyone...just who matters to you the most," Jerome gave her a meaningful look, "This must sound ridiculous to you...me urging you into the arms of Heero Yuy when I just thoroughly enjoyed a kiss," he paused to take in the cute blush coloring her cheeks, "But if you believe yourself to be lost of all happiness without him, then perhaps you should talk to him."
There was an agonizing moment of silence, filled only by the two of them staring each other dead in the eye.
Then, Jerome took a steadying breath, and nodded toward the waiting limo, "Shall I escort you to your ride Foreign Minister?"
Relena sighed heavily, and managed a tired smile, "Yes. Thank you. All I want to do is go home, take a hot bath, pour me a glass of wine and relax. I'm sick of thinking. I hope Sally and Wufei forgive me."
Jerome grinned, "Miss Relena, with no disrespect to you concerning your mutual friendship, I don't think they're going to be noticing the absence of anyone but one another for awhile."
Relena smiled, "I really am happy for them," she said quietly, staring toward the building.
Jerome walked to her side, and together they made their way down to the waiting car.
Jerome averted his attention away from her so as to watch the surrounding area for any signs of danger.
Most of the time, at least three Preventers were permitted to be with her at a time. However, though he was concerned with her safety, and felt that she did need some protection, he also respected the fact that she probably didn't want many people around on such a long and torturing night.
The only thing he noticed wasn't at all out of the ordinary, so he paid no mind. Someone was standing, silhouetted by the light from the entry hall, out on the large steps of the front entrance. It was far too dark to distinguish who the individual was, but if Jerome had a guess, he would say he was sure it was a woman.
Jerome climbed into the car after Relena, but sat on the opposite side, so as not to crowd her space that he felt like he may have intruded upon. He watched as she lay her head back against the seat, relaxed into a more comfortable position, and let her gaze fall on the scenery outside the car as they drove away.
Jerome then knew he'd be troubled the rest of the night. Not only had he taken the chance of reporters snooping around, trying to get dirt on her reputation, by kissing her, but perhaps she'd never give him a chance at even a friendship now. True, he seen her as human as anyone else, maybe more so than some people, but many thought her at the level of some god. If a photo were to be on the newspaper tomorrow of the Foreign Minister smooching with a lowly bodyguard, there was no telling where her career would go.
Despite her popularity, Relena had done a good job thus far of receiving very much bad publicity. Even Jerome remembered, however, the headlines from a few years back when Heero Yuy had first been permitted to take a bedroom next to hers when he was on duty.
Jerome's scowl deepened. She must've enjoyed immensely the fact that the one she loved was only a room away if she wanted him.
That was it. It made up his mind. He was never going to have her. If Heero was fool enough to let her go for good by marrying someone else, it still wouldn't make a difference, because whoever eventually married the ESUN leader would always be only second choice to the Perfect Soldier.
Jerome's most pondered question in his mind, however, was 'when did I decide that I wanted her in the first place'.
Catherine stood leaning against the large, stone pillars of the building, and watched Relena Darlian's limo drive out of sight.
It was odd really, how fickle someone could be.
She heard several pairs of foot-falls behind her, and moved away from the wall to see who was coming out.
Heero, Duo and Milliardo exited the building all together, each one's eyes showing slight suspicion when noticing that they limo was no longer where it should be.
Heero Yuy looked beyond annoyed. It appeared as though an inner battle were taking place inside him. Yell at Duo Maxwell for letting her leave alone or curse himself for being less observant than was usually the case.
Milliardo was the first to spot Catherine.
"Miss Bloom," he said in that deep, quiet voice, "Did you happen to see...."
"Miss Relena left a couple of minutes ago," Catherine supplied, making her way to the door, "Preventer Jackson accompanied her. I suppose he didn't find that it was necessary to alert the other Preventers to her absence," she said rather stiffly, though none of the three men seemed to notice.
"Jackson?" Heero echoed in such an expressionless voice that it didn't sound much like a question.
"Mm-hmm," Catherine answered, starting back inside, "Yes. It appears to me that it appealed to the both of them by being alone, without the others of you," she shifted her purse on her shoulder, and taking one last look at Heero's eyes, for they were the only thing close to readable, she rejoined the party.
Duo watched Heero's face for any signs of change.
His jaw was tightened, and his eyes were narrowed.
"Zechs, maybe you should suggest to the Commander that we would like a more sufficient Preventer in Jackson's place. If he doesn't have the sense to alert other Preventers that the Foreign Minister is exiting the building, we should get someone who can."
Milliardo gave Heero a very hard look, then smiled in a nasty sort of way, "If I were going to do that, and hope for success, I'd suggest she replace you as well," and saying that, Milliardo left him glaring so deadly that he was in danger of having a hole burned through his back.
"Ya know..." Duo said, studying his friend carefully, "It's really odd that you have always had a radar about Relena, and this is the one time you didn't..."
"I knew she'd left," Heero said, shortly, "But I was...sort of slowed down by Noin...she wanted to know if we were engaged...didn't know really what to tell her."
"I'm assuming your wife-to-be dug you out of that awkward situation."
Heero nodded, "Yeah. She isn't going to tell her right now though."
Duo grinned suddenly, "Hey Heero, buddy, you realize that when you marry Camilla, and if Miss Noin marries Zechs, then you're going to be...."
"Don't say it," Heero growled slightly, "I won't be any more related to him than if..."
"...if you were marrying Relena," Duo finished for him, grinning widely, "And that means that you're sort of going to be related to Relena too."
Heero sent him a glare that immediately silenced him. However, though for once he'd managed to quiet Duo, that didn't stop the questions and tormenting thoughts running through his head.
By the end of the evening, Sally and Wufei had been long gone for quite awhile. The guests were left without their hosts, and therefore excused themselves as it grew later. Duo and Hilde hurried home around one o'clock, and Heero was left with his fiancee, her sister, and Zechs.
Noin and Camilla carried on a conversation as they began to tidy up the hall a bit before leaving for the Peacecraft Manor. It was almost enough to bother Heero.
He was taking his future wife back to the place, in fact to the very room where he'd lay so many nights, listening to Relena just a room away, when she would sing or hum to herself, or listen to the news, practice her speech. It was almost unnatural to bring Camilla into an environment he'd felt was his and Relena's alone.
Nothing else had been obviously.
Heero scowled deeply at the thought.
His eyes drifted to Camilla, who was slipping her shawl onto her shoulders, apparently ready to leave. She gave a small yawn, and brushed the dark hair away from her eyes.
She was really very beautiful. It amazed Heero that he'd ever thought so, while at the same time, amazing him that it should be such a shock. Her raven hair contrasted too wonderfully with her porcelain skin, and her gray- blue eyes shined brightly under thick, black lashes. She caught his eye, and smiled briefly, sleepily.
"Are you ready?" he asked, walking over to her, and out of sheer habit now, he took her hand.
Camilla nodded, "Yes, I suppose so. I'm pretty tired," she glanced toward Noin, "I'll be having lunch with her tomorrow, there's a lot to catch up on after all."
Heero nodded, "Hn."
With another yawn, Camilla gently tugged on Heero's hand, and they started for the door.
"Good night, Lucrezia. Good night, Milliardo," she called over her shoulder to the two of them, still tidying up a bit.
"Good-bye, Camilla, Heero," Noin called, waving at them.
Heero nodded to her, and followed Camilla out.
The limo was waiting outside, presumably just for them. Lance Porter stuck his head out the window, "Hurry up, lovebirds, we're waiting on you two, ya know."
Heero helped his fiancee into the limo, which consisted of not only Lance, but two other lower ranking Preventers.
Camilla fell asleep on his shoulder on the way to the mansion, and though Heero would've normally relaxed into their position, and enjoyed the comfort of having her close, he couldn't help but let his mind wander elsewhere...to the main suite in the Peacecraft Manor, where the Vice Foreign Minister would be laying her head tonight, just twenty feet away from him.
And there would nothing he could do to take any comfort in it, because he couldn't let his mind revel in the thought of being so close to Relena, when Camilla would be sleeping by his side.
Relena couldn't stop the tears and they were driving her absolutely mad. Why couldn't she stop crying over the bastard? Why had she ever thought he'd come around? It seemed so conceited to have ever thought he might've secretly been in love with her.
She had always thought in the back of her mind, It's me, and it's Heero. We're just too right for each other, too much alike, with too many things shared not to eventually be together. One day, he'll see, on day, he'll come around...
And yet Heero had never come around, and he was never going to come around, because in a few short months he would be married to the Italian beauty with the gray eyes and raven hair, with such a lovely name...Camilla.
Heero and Camilla Yuy. Why did it have to sound so perfect? So absolutely ringing? And then she imagined that they'd have kids, and name them names like their own. Strong, beautiful, uncommon names that would immediately catch one's attention, and sound almost poetic on peoples' lips. Names such as Verena, or Elizabeth, or William or Damian. She could see it almost in her mind, her visiting the most expensive school in the area, personally delivering fitness awards to DamianYuy, or merit awards to Verena Yuy.
Was she going insane? Finally cracking? Relena furiously wiped at her eyes. How amazing, that she still had tears left to cry by now. They should all be gone. Scrubbing at her cheeks, she dared to look in the mirror and face the red, raw, screwed up face of a person with a heart broken numerous times.
She was so weak. And she loathed it more than anything.
She touched the beautiful gift he'd given her some two years before that hang from her neck. Gently, and carefully, she unclasped it, and let it fall into her hands. He had spent so much money on it, put so much thought into it...but why? Friendliness?
In a sudden fit of fury, Relena, glaring into her hand, chunked the necklace across her room. It slammed into her mirror with a slight clink and fell to the floor silently.
She let out a terribly frustrated growl, and stomped into her bathroom.
"Damn you, Heero Yuy, I'll be six feet under before you get the better of me, you bastard," she muttered, turning on the taps of her bath, and tearing off the small, blue dress, "You'll be sorry you played with me like this, you will. You hurt me, and it'll come back...you will get yours..."
But how would she do it? How could Relena Darlain, the weak, good-hearted, sweet, innocent Foreign Minister, who wanted to keep peace between everyone, possibly hurt the indestructible Perfect Soldier?
She honestly didn't want to ruin his life, or hurt his fiancee for that matter. It wasn't her fault really. Though Relena very much would've liked to strangle that pretty necks of hers, Camilla wasn't really in the wrong.
The only thing Relena wanted to do was make Heero regret leading her on for such a long time. But it seemed almost impossible. What could get to him?
Then it suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation they'd had earlier, about the dress. He'd been staring at her, in interest it seemed. He didn't like other guys looking at her.
It was so obvious, she knew she should've thought of it before.
Relena smiled slightly to herself.
Yes, that was it. Make him squirm. Date a ton of different guys, put a little more danger in her life than he was comfortable with. It was a stroke of genius on her part really.
But then, she didn't want to date riffraff, and she wasn't fond of other politicians...except Quatre, but of course he'd have to be in on the plan.
Good heavens, why did she have to be so picky? It was a simple, small project. It wasn't like she actually wanted a suitor. She needed someone who would understand, who knew what she was thinking when carrying this out...
And unwillingly, the name came to her mind, and feeling slightly guilty, Relena couldn't help but admit to herself.
Jerome Jackson was just the man to help her carry out this plan.
How awful of her to use him so.
But really, Relena thought, sinking deeper into the warm water of the tub, he seems the type of person that would think it fun. Yes, Jerome Jackson is the perfect person I need to carry out this plan...
The next day, Preventer Head-quarters was quite busy. Quatre Winner had planned a charity ball on Earth that the Preventers were supposed to provide security for. Dorothy Catalonia perked up greatly at this idea. She was practically floating through the corridors all day.
Catherine Bloom watched her with disgust on her face. Why did that little wench think she could get any and every man in the world if she wished?
She flirted endlessly with Trowa, had always had a bit of a thing for Quatre, had once had a crush on Milliardo Peacecraft, possibly even an affair, had flaunted herself in front of Heero Yuy, and had dated Lance Porter off and on for four years. It was horrid really, the way she made all women appear to be.
What a little hussy, Catherine thought with narrowed eyes, as she seen Dorothy chatting with Lance, flipped her hair every now and then, smiling flirtatiously at him.
It made Cathy just bubble up with anger to see her do this to everyone. At least she hadn't moved in on Jerome yet, Cathy thought confidently, surely Relena Peacecraft can't interest him for that long.
Cathy's eyes narrowed even more at the thought of what she'd witnessed the night before.
She was sure Relena had been in love with Heero. Now that he'd brought a new girlfriend, perhaps the Foreign Minister had given up, and decided to chase after another man. Well, she'd learn soon enough that Jerome wasn't hers to chase.
Cathy leaned back in her chair, examining her well-manicured nails.
Relena really wasn't that attractive when it came right down to it. Her position in politics was attractive perhaps, but she was not beautiful. She was plain, and boring, and dull, and did nothing interesting in her life really. Great things, yes. Saved the world, definitely. But nothing that was attractive for actual marriage or courtship even with someone like Jerome.
No, if by a small chance he ever got desperate enough to date her, it was sure not to last long. She was a boring little thing, and Jerome was exciting.
Like me, Catherine thought, with a smile on her face.
"Miss Bloom."
Catherine looked up into the laughing blue eyes of Dorothy Catalonia, "Yes?"
"I was just wondering if you could fax this," she said, dropping some papers onto Cathy's desk, "Lance and I are taking an early lunch break, and we really haven't got time to waste messing with something that you do so well," Dorothy smiled brightly, "You know, secretarial work and such. Well, have a nice day, Miss Bloom."
With that said, she practically trotted off, her silvery blonde hair swishing behind her rhythmically.
Oh, I'll have a nice day, Cathy thought venomously, when you're bones are rotting in hell. Stay away from my brother wench. It's bad enough having to deal with the Minister, let alone having to deal with you as well.
"Miss Catherine, how are you today?"
Camilla. Sweet, beautiful, kind Camilla. She might have been the best thing that'd happened to Heero, driving him away from the much fickle Miss Darlian. "I'm fine, thank you, Miss Noin, how are you today?" Catherine said brightly, forcing a smile onto her face.
The young woman smiled serenely, which looked almost odd, for it was not at all her custom to smile at all, "I'm wonderful, thanks."
"Looks like somebody got some last night!" Dorothy called from down the hall, grinning.
Camilla sent her a glare, that she had most likely picked up from Heero, and turned to ignore her.
Catherine, however, knew that if she was anything like Heero, that the mighty glare was something of an endearment to annoying friends.
Heero entered a moment after his girlfriend, and coming up behind her, pressed a modest kiss on her cheek, that went unnoticed by most.
How sweet, Catherine thought. However, if Camilla was what pushed Heero and Relena apart, and Relena and Jerome together....then maybe Catherine would just have to start doing some pushing of her own.
Yes, indeed. She watched Jerome as he came in slightly after Heero and Camilla, watched him punch in the time clock, watched his every move. It still hurt. After so long, it still hurt.
That had to mean something. She knew they belonged together. She would get him back somehow, she knew she could. She just had to think of a way...
And she would. If it was the hardest, longest, last thing she did, she'd triumph over Relena, and she would get Jerome back.
Their relationship would never be a secret as it was before. No. No, this time it would be public. She would attend dinners with him, on his arm, known as Mr. Jackson's beautiful young wife.
Yes, it was too perfect.
Mrs. Catherine Jackson.
No. Relena would not win this one. Jerome would be Catherine's again. It was just a matter of time.
Relena had a lunch meeting at one o'clock that Lucrezia Noin and Jerome escorted her to. It was odd really. In the limo on the way there, she and Jerome joked around a bit, and were very comfortable in each other's presence despite what'd happened the night before. It almost made her feel terribly guilty to be even considering bringing him in on her scheme.
He seemed friendly enough to do it. He knew obviously that she had feelings for Heero and had been hurt by him, and perhaps he would even find it amusing.
Yes. Jerome would probably laugh and join in on the scheme 100% but...what if he developed feelings for her, or she for him?
That wouldn't be so bad really though...would it?
It would actually be quite good.
All through lunch, Relena had to endure the long-winded, dragged out speech of a rather old representative from Brussels, who seemed to think Sank's school system was lacking terribly. She promised to see what she could do, and try to get better funding, but this didn't shorten the meeting any.
Every so often, her eyes would meet Jerome's deep brown ones, that were filled with amusement, from across the room, and they would share a knowing smile, before breaking contact.
He was almost a comfort to have around, really.
Jerome, from his post in the corner, kept his eyes on her almost constantly. She looked particularly pretty today in a simple, light blue suit, with her hair left down, curling outward at her shoulders.
He could tell she was bored, and resisted the urge to go and rescue her. This was almost laughable. He could picture himself, walking over there, telling off the old man, and sweeping the princess off her feet, carrying her out the door...why in the hell was that so appealing?
After awhile, Jerome became aware of Noin's eyes upon him.
"Chang will join you in a few minutes, I have a plans for lunch," Noin said quietly, seeming to study him, "Ya know,....she is single, and you are a handsome guy..." Noin trailed off suggestively.
Jerome glanced at her curiously, trying to suppress a grin, "And this is coming from where?"
Noin rolled her eyes, "Come on, Jackson, I see the looks you two keeping sending each other. You're both single, young, and good-looking...the public would approve...and if they didn't, at least you'd be healthy for her. And I bet you'd enjoy her company too," Noin checked her watch, and looked up at the same time Wufei walked through the entrance, "I gotta go," she look back at Jerome, "Ask her on a date, why not...all she can say is no."
And she hurried off, leaving him pondering this.
By the time the lunch was over, and Wufei and Jerome had escorted Relena to her car, and arrived back at the office, Jerome had made up his mind.
As Relena was preparing to climb out of the limo, he halted her.
"Can I have a word, Relena? Alone?" he said, turning to Wufei.
Wufei scowled, "She isn't supposed to have less than two guards at a time, Jackson."
Jerome narrowed his eyes, "Then just wait outside the limo," he said back, closing the door to give them privacy.
Relena sat very still, for the first few seconds after he closed the door there was a thick silence, and he wouldn't look at her.
Her heart was racing and she didn't quite know why.
Jerome took a deep, shaking breath, and looked up into those soft, curious sapphire eyes he'd grown attached to rather quickly.
"It's been two days, Relena, since I've met you," he said quietly, "But I must say, you've left a huge impression on me. This is going to sound crazy, but..." Jerome tentatively reached across the seat to take her hand, "Would you at all be interested in coming to dinner with me sometime?"
Relena tried to keep excitement out of her voice as she searched his eyes and answered, "Are you asking me on a date?"
He nodded assuredly.
He was dead serious.
"Yes," he said after moment, "I...have taken a liking to you, I guess. And if it's at all possible for me to ask you this honorably enough, I would very much like you to come on a date with me. So...what'd ya say?"
Relena tried to slow her breathing, and couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across her face as she nodded slowly.
"Yes, Jerome," she said quietly, "I'd love to go on a date with you."
And though her plans would've worked perfectly due to this, because it'd been exactly as she wanted, the moment he'd asked, all plans, schemes, and games were forgotten.
It was only the knowledge that she would be attending dinner with him sometime that kept a smile on her face, for it truly had nothing to do with making Heero squirm.
It seemed as if her plan had somewhat back-fired, and she could honestly care less.
To Be Continued
So what'd ya think? I'm not too pleased with this chapter myself, it seemed to go basically nowhere, and I couldn't even come up with a cliff- hanger....oh well...I do hope you all enjoy. I really appreciate all the lovely reviews, and I hope everyone continues to read and review. Thanks!
-Bama's Belle
Title: When it Starts to Fade
A/N: I love you all!! Readers keep a smile on my face. Reviewers keep me positively beaming though. And as for the few that I've seen that think the watcher is the obvious...well, you could be wrong, but you maybe right. We'll see I guess ;)
Chapter 3
Relena sprang away from Jerome so suddenly that he jumped a little as she stood and starting smoothing wrinkles from her skirt.
Jerome sat there for a moment, totally bewildered as to how any woman could go from being caught up in a kiss, which he figured was pleasing to the both of them, then suddenly jerk away, pretending as if it hadn't happened.
He peered up at the Foreign Minister in curiosity. She had one hand in her hair, smoothing down any signs of unruliness, and one toying with the end of her short, blue dress. Her deep blue eyes were filled with something akin to panic, and were darting this way and that, as if making certain there were no witnesses to what had happened.
She cleared her throat professionally, and then chanced a look at Jerome, who was studying her closely.
"You're never going to open up to anyone, are you?"
This question surprised her, not because who it came from, for Relena knew by now that Jerome Jackson didn't pay any mind to who he was speaking to, but because she was surprised that even he would go the length of calling her personality a closed one.
"Excuse me," Relena said, straightening completely, getting that defiant look on her face, "I believe I open myself up to millions of people in the public everyday. Who are you to say I'm too...too..."
"Distant?" Jerome provided.
Relena's mouth fell open with shock. She was distant??
"May I ask, Mr. Jackson..."
"Oh, that's rich," he sneered, "I kiss the daylights out of you, and you call me Mr. Jackson...I have to admit, Miss Foreign Minister, even I am surprised at your belief in yourself that you're so open."
"I just spilt my guts to you, made a fool of myself, and you're calling me distant!" Relena raged.
Jerome shook his head, and stood, "Relena, that's not what I meant. I never said 'secretive', just distant, and not necessarily to everyone...just who matters to you the most," Jerome gave her a meaningful look, "This must sound ridiculous to you...me urging you into the arms of Heero Yuy when I just thoroughly enjoyed a kiss," he paused to take in the cute blush coloring her cheeks, "But if you believe yourself to be lost of all happiness without him, then perhaps you should talk to him."
There was an agonizing moment of silence, filled only by the two of them staring each other dead in the eye.
Then, Jerome took a steadying breath, and nodded toward the waiting limo, "Shall I escort you to your ride Foreign Minister?"
Relena sighed heavily, and managed a tired smile, "Yes. Thank you. All I want to do is go home, take a hot bath, pour me a glass of wine and relax. I'm sick of thinking. I hope Sally and Wufei forgive me."
Jerome grinned, "Miss Relena, with no disrespect to you concerning your mutual friendship, I don't think they're going to be noticing the absence of anyone but one another for awhile."
Relena smiled, "I really am happy for them," she said quietly, staring toward the building.
Jerome walked to her side, and together they made their way down to the waiting car.
Jerome averted his attention away from her so as to watch the surrounding area for any signs of danger.
Most of the time, at least three Preventers were permitted to be with her at a time. However, though he was concerned with her safety, and felt that she did need some protection, he also respected the fact that she probably didn't want many people around on such a long and torturing night.
The only thing he noticed wasn't at all out of the ordinary, so he paid no mind. Someone was standing, silhouetted by the light from the entry hall, out on the large steps of the front entrance. It was far too dark to distinguish who the individual was, but if Jerome had a guess, he would say he was sure it was a woman.
Jerome climbed into the car after Relena, but sat on the opposite side, so as not to crowd her space that he felt like he may have intruded upon. He watched as she lay her head back against the seat, relaxed into a more comfortable position, and let her gaze fall on the scenery outside the car as they drove away.
Jerome then knew he'd be troubled the rest of the night. Not only had he taken the chance of reporters snooping around, trying to get dirt on her reputation, by kissing her, but perhaps she'd never give him a chance at even a friendship now. True, he seen her as human as anyone else, maybe more so than some people, but many thought her at the level of some god. If a photo were to be on the newspaper tomorrow of the Foreign Minister smooching with a lowly bodyguard, there was no telling where her career would go.
Despite her popularity, Relena had done a good job thus far of receiving very much bad publicity. Even Jerome remembered, however, the headlines from a few years back when Heero Yuy had first been permitted to take a bedroom next to hers when he was on duty.
Jerome's scowl deepened. She must've enjoyed immensely the fact that the one she loved was only a room away if she wanted him.
That was it. It made up his mind. He was never going to have her. If Heero was fool enough to let her go for good by marrying someone else, it still wouldn't make a difference, because whoever eventually married the ESUN leader would always be only second choice to the Perfect Soldier.
Jerome's most pondered question in his mind, however, was 'when did I decide that I wanted her in the first place'.
Catherine stood leaning against the large, stone pillars of the building, and watched Relena Darlian's limo drive out of sight.
It was odd really, how fickle someone could be.
She heard several pairs of foot-falls behind her, and moved away from the wall to see who was coming out.
Heero, Duo and Milliardo exited the building all together, each one's eyes showing slight suspicion when noticing that they limo was no longer where it should be.
Heero Yuy looked beyond annoyed. It appeared as though an inner battle were taking place inside him. Yell at Duo Maxwell for letting her leave alone or curse himself for being less observant than was usually the case.
Milliardo was the first to spot Catherine.
"Miss Bloom," he said in that deep, quiet voice, "Did you happen to see...."
"Miss Relena left a couple of minutes ago," Catherine supplied, making her way to the door, "Preventer Jackson accompanied her. I suppose he didn't find that it was necessary to alert the other Preventers to her absence," she said rather stiffly, though none of the three men seemed to notice.
"Jackson?" Heero echoed in such an expressionless voice that it didn't sound much like a question.
"Mm-hmm," Catherine answered, starting back inside, "Yes. It appears to me that it appealed to the both of them by being alone, without the others of you," she shifted her purse on her shoulder, and taking one last look at Heero's eyes, for they were the only thing close to readable, she rejoined the party.
Duo watched Heero's face for any signs of change.
His jaw was tightened, and his eyes were narrowed.
"Zechs, maybe you should suggest to the Commander that we would like a more sufficient Preventer in Jackson's place. If he doesn't have the sense to alert other Preventers that the Foreign Minister is exiting the building, we should get someone who can."
Milliardo gave Heero a very hard look, then smiled in a nasty sort of way, "If I were going to do that, and hope for success, I'd suggest she replace you as well," and saying that, Milliardo left him glaring so deadly that he was in danger of having a hole burned through his back.
"Ya know..." Duo said, studying his friend carefully, "It's really odd that you have always had a radar about Relena, and this is the one time you didn't..."
"I knew she'd left," Heero said, shortly, "But I was...sort of slowed down by Noin...she wanted to know if we were engaged...didn't know really what to tell her."
"I'm assuming your wife-to-be dug you out of that awkward situation."
Heero nodded, "Yeah. She isn't going to tell her right now though."
Duo grinned suddenly, "Hey Heero, buddy, you realize that when you marry Camilla, and if Miss Noin marries Zechs, then you're going to be...."
"Don't say it," Heero growled slightly, "I won't be any more related to him than if..."
"...if you were marrying Relena," Duo finished for him, grinning widely, "And that means that you're sort of going to be related to Relena too."
Heero sent him a glare that immediately silenced him. However, though for once he'd managed to quiet Duo, that didn't stop the questions and tormenting thoughts running through his head.
By the end of the evening, Sally and Wufei had been long gone for quite awhile. The guests were left without their hosts, and therefore excused themselves as it grew later. Duo and Hilde hurried home around one o'clock, and Heero was left with his fiancee, her sister, and Zechs.
Noin and Camilla carried on a conversation as they began to tidy up the hall a bit before leaving for the Peacecraft Manor. It was almost enough to bother Heero.
He was taking his future wife back to the place, in fact to the very room where he'd lay so many nights, listening to Relena just a room away, when she would sing or hum to herself, or listen to the news, practice her speech. It was almost unnatural to bring Camilla into an environment he'd felt was his and Relena's alone.
Nothing else had been obviously.
Heero scowled deeply at the thought.
His eyes drifted to Camilla, who was slipping her shawl onto her shoulders, apparently ready to leave. She gave a small yawn, and brushed the dark hair away from her eyes.
She was really very beautiful. It amazed Heero that he'd ever thought so, while at the same time, amazing him that it should be such a shock. Her raven hair contrasted too wonderfully with her porcelain skin, and her gray- blue eyes shined brightly under thick, black lashes. She caught his eye, and smiled briefly, sleepily.
"Are you ready?" he asked, walking over to her, and out of sheer habit now, he took her hand.
Camilla nodded, "Yes, I suppose so. I'm pretty tired," she glanced toward Noin, "I'll be having lunch with her tomorrow, there's a lot to catch up on after all."
Heero nodded, "Hn."
With another yawn, Camilla gently tugged on Heero's hand, and they started for the door.
"Good night, Lucrezia. Good night, Milliardo," she called over her shoulder to the two of them, still tidying up a bit.
"Good-bye, Camilla, Heero," Noin called, waving at them.
Heero nodded to her, and followed Camilla out.
The limo was waiting outside, presumably just for them. Lance Porter stuck his head out the window, "Hurry up, lovebirds, we're waiting on you two, ya know."
Heero helped his fiancee into the limo, which consisted of not only Lance, but two other lower ranking Preventers.
Camilla fell asleep on his shoulder on the way to the mansion, and though Heero would've normally relaxed into their position, and enjoyed the comfort of having her close, he couldn't help but let his mind wander elsewhere...to the main suite in the Peacecraft Manor, where the Vice Foreign Minister would be laying her head tonight, just twenty feet away from him.
And there would nothing he could do to take any comfort in it, because he couldn't let his mind revel in the thought of being so close to Relena, when Camilla would be sleeping by his side.
Relena couldn't stop the tears and they were driving her absolutely mad. Why couldn't she stop crying over the bastard? Why had she ever thought he'd come around? It seemed so conceited to have ever thought he might've secretly been in love with her.
She had always thought in the back of her mind, It's me, and it's Heero. We're just too right for each other, too much alike, with too many things shared not to eventually be together. One day, he'll see, on day, he'll come around...
And yet Heero had never come around, and he was never going to come around, because in a few short months he would be married to the Italian beauty with the gray eyes and raven hair, with such a lovely name...Camilla.
Heero and Camilla Yuy. Why did it have to sound so perfect? So absolutely ringing? And then she imagined that they'd have kids, and name them names like their own. Strong, beautiful, uncommon names that would immediately catch one's attention, and sound almost poetic on peoples' lips. Names such as Verena, or Elizabeth, or William or Damian. She could see it almost in her mind, her visiting the most expensive school in the area, personally delivering fitness awards to DamianYuy, or merit awards to Verena Yuy.
Was she going insane? Finally cracking? Relena furiously wiped at her eyes. How amazing, that she still had tears left to cry by now. They should all be gone. Scrubbing at her cheeks, she dared to look in the mirror and face the red, raw, screwed up face of a person with a heart broken numerous times.
She was so weak. And she loathed it more than anything.
She touched the beautiful gift he'd given her some two years before that hang from her neck. Gently, and carefully, she unclasped it, and let it fall into her hands. He had spent so much money on it, put so much thought into it...but why? Friendliness?
In a sudden fit of fury, Relena, glaring into her hand, chunked the necklace across her room. It slammed into her mirror with a slight clink and fell to the floor silently.
She let out a terribly frustrated growl, and stomped into her bathroom.
"Damn you, Heero Yuy, I'll be six feet under before you get the better of me, you bastard," she muttered, turning on the taps of her bath, and tearing off the small, blue dress, "You'll be sorry you played with me like this, you will. You hurt me, and it'll come back...you will get yours..."
But how would she do it? How could Relena Darlain, the weak, good-hearted, sweet, innocent Foreign Minister, who wanted to keep peace between everyone, possibly hurt the indestructible Perfect Soldier?
She honestly didn't want to ruin his life, or hurt his fiancee for that matter. It wasn't her fault really. Though Relena very much would've liked to strangle that pretty necks of hers, Camilla wasn't really in the wrong.
The only thing Relena wanted to do was make Heero regret leading her on for such a long time. But it seemed almost impossible. What could get to him?
Then it suddenly dawned on her.
The conversation they'd had earlier, about the dress. He'd been staring at her, in interest it seemed. He didn't like other guys looking at her.
It was so obvious, she knew she should've thought of it before.
Relena smiled slightly to herself.
Yes, that was it. Make him squirm. Date a ton of different guys, put a little more danger in her life than he was comfortable with. It was a stroke of genius on her part really.
But then, she didn't want to date riffraff, and she wasn't fond of other politicians...except Quatre, but of course he'd have to be in on the plan.
Good heavens, why did she have to be so picky? It was a simple, small project. It wasn't like she actually wanted a suitor. She needed someone who would understand, who knew what she was thinking when carrying this out...
And unwillingly, the name came to her mind, and feeling slightly guilty, Relena couldn't help but admit to herself.
Jerome Jackson was just the man to help her carry out this plan.
How awful of her to use him so.
But really, Relena thought, sinking deeper into the warm water of the tub, he seems the type of person that would think it fun. Yes, Jerome Jackson is the perfect person I need to carry out this plan...
The next day, Preventer Head-quarters was quite busy. Quatre Winner had planned a charity ball on Earth that the Preventers were supposed to provide security for. Dorothy Catalonia perked up greatly at this idea. She was practically floating through the corridors all day.
Catherine Bloom watched her with disgust on her face. Why did that little wench think she could get any and every man in the world if she wished?
She flirted endlessly with Trowa, had always had a bit of a thing for Quatre, had once had a crush on Milliardo Peacecraft, possibly even an affair, had flaunted herself in front of Heero Yuy, and had dated Lance Porter off and on for four years. It was horrid really, the way she made all women appear to be.
What a little hussy, Catherine thought with narrowed eyes, as she seen Dorothy chatting with Lance, flipped her hair every now and then, smiling flirtatiously at him.
It made Cathy just bubble up with anger to see her do this to everyone. At least she hadn't moved in on Jerome yet, Cathy thought confidently, surely Relena Peacecraft can't interest him for that long.
Cathy's eyes narrowed even more at the thought of what she'd witnessed the night before.
She was sure Relena had been in love with Heero. Now that he'd brought a new girlfriend, perhaps the Foreign Minister had given up, and decided to chase after another man. Well, she'd learn soon enough that Jerome wasn't hers to chase.
Cathy leaned back in her chair, examining her well-manicured nails.
Relena really wasn't that attractive when it came right down to it. Her position in politics was attractive perhaps, but she was not beautiful. She was plain, and boring, and dull, and did nothing interesting in her life really. Great things, yes. Saved the world, definitely. But nothing that was attractive for actual marriage or courtship even with someone like Jerome.
No, if by a small chance he ever got desperate enough to date her, it was sure not to last long. She was a boring little thing, and Jerome was exciting.
Like me, Catherine thought, with a smile on her face.
"Miss Bloom."
Catherine looked up into the laughing blue eyes of Dorothy Catalonia, "Yes?"
"I was just wondering if you could fax this," she said, dropping some papers onto Cathy's desk, "Lance and I are taking an early lunch break, and we really haven't got time to waste messing with something that you do so well," Dorothy smiled brightly, "You know, secretarial work and such. Well, have a nice day, Miss Bloom."
With that said, she practically trotted off, her silvery blonde hair swishing behind her rhythmically.
Oh, I'll have a nice day, Cathy thought venomously, when you're bones are rotting in hell. Stay away from my brother wench. It's bad enough having to deal with the Minister, let alone having to deal with you as well.
"Miss Catherine, how are you today?"
Camilla. Sweet, beautiful, kind Camilla. She might have been the best thing that'd happened to Heero, driving him away from the much fickle Miss Darlian. "I'm fine, thank you, Miss Noin, how are you today?" Catherine said brightly, forcing a smile onto her face.
The young woman smiled serenely, which looked almost odd, for it was not at all her custom to smile at all, "I'm wonderful, thanks."
"Looks like somebody got some last night!" Dorothy called from down the hall, grinning.
Camilla sent her a glare, that she had most likely picked up from Heero, and turned to ignore her.
Catherine, however, knew that if she was anything like Heero, that the mighty glare was something of an endearment to annoying friends.
Heero entered a moment after his girlfriend, and coming up behind her, pressed a modest kiss on her cheek, that went unnoticed by most.
How sweet, Catherine thought. However, if Camilla was what pushed Heero and Relena apart, and Relena and Jerome together....then maybe Catherine would just have to start doing some pushing of her own.
Yes, indeed. She watched Jerome as he came in slightly after Heero and Camilla, watched him punch in the time clock, watched his every move. It still hurt. After so long, it still hurt.
That had to mean something. She knew they belonged together. She would get him back somehow, she knew she could. She just had to think of a way...
And she would. If it was the hardest, longest, last thing she did, she'd triumph over Relena, and she would get Jerome back.
Their relationship would never be a secret as it was before. No. No, this time it would be public. She would attend dinners with him, on his arm, known as Mr. Jackson's beautiful young wife.
Yes, it was too perfect.
Mrs. Catherine Jackson.
No. Relena would not win this one. Jerome would be Catherine's again. It was just a matter of time.
Relena had a lunch meeting at one o'clock that Lucrezia Noin and Jerome escorted her to. It was odd really. In the limo on the way there, she and Jerome joked around a bit, and were very comfortable in each other's presence despite what'd happened the night before. It almost made her feel terribly guilty to be even considering bringing him in on her scheme.
He seemed friendly enough to do it. He knew obviously that she had feelings for Heero and had been hurt by him, and perhaps he would even find it amusing.
Yes. Jerome would probably laugh and join in on the scheme 100% but...what if he developed feelings for her, or she for him?
That wouldn't be so bad really though...would it?
It would actually be quite good.
All through lunch, Relena had to endure the long-winded, dragged out speech of a rather old representative from Brussels, who seemed to think Sank's school system was lacking terribly. She promised to see what she could do, and try to get better funding, but this didn't shorten the meeting any.
Every so often, her eyes would meet Jerome's deep brown ones, that were filled with amusement, from across the room, and they would share a knowing smile, before breaking contact.
He was almost a comfort to have around, really.
Jerome, from his post in the corner, kept his eyes on her almost constantly. She looked particularly pretty today in a simple, light blue suit, with her hair left down, curling outward at her shoulders.
He could tell she was bored, and resisted the urge to go and rescue her. This was almost laughable. He could picture himself, walking over there, telling off the old man, and sweeping the princess off her feet, carrying her out the door...why in the hell was that so appealing?
After awhile, Jerome became aware of Noin's eyes upon him.
"Chang will join you in a few minutes, I have a plans for lunch," Noin said quietly, seeming to study him, "Ya know,....she is single, and you are a handsome guy..." Noin trailed off suggestively.
Jerome glanced at her curiously, trying to suppress a grin, "And this is coming from where?"
Noin rolled her eyes, "Come on, Jackson, I see the looks you two keeping sending each other. You're both single, young, and good-looking...the public would approve...and if they didn't, at least you'd be healthy for her. And I bet you'd enjoy her company too," Noin checked her watch, and looked up at the same time Wufei walked through the entrance, "I gotta go," she look back at Jerome, "Ask her on a date, why not...all she can say is no."
And she hurried off, leaving him pondering this.
By the time the lunch was over, and Wufei and Jerome had escorted Relena to her car, and arrived back at the office, Jerome had made up his mind.
As Relena was preparing to climb out of the limo, he halted her.
"Can I have a word, Relena? Alone?" he said, turning to Wufei.
Wufei scowled, "She isn't supposed to have less than two guards at a time, Jackson."
Jerome narrowed his eyes, "Then just wait outside the limo," he said back, closing the door to give them privacy.
Relena sat very still, for the first few seconds after he closed the door there was a thick silence, and he wouldn't look at her.
Her heart was racing and she didn't quite know why.
Jerome took a deep, shaking breath, and looked up into those soft, curious sapphire eyes he'd grown attached to rather quickly.
"It's been two days, Relena, since I've met you," he said quietly, "But I must say, you've left a huge impression on me. This is going to sound crazy, but..." Jerome tentatively reached across the seat to take her hand, "Would you at all be interested in coming to dinner with me sometime?"
Relena tried to keep excitement out of her voice as she searched his eyes and answered, "Are you asking me on a date?"
He nodded assuredly.
He was dead serious.
"Yes," he said after moment, "I...have taken a liking to you, I guess. And if it's at all possible for me to ask you this honorably enough, I would very much like you to come on a date with me. So...what'd ya say?"
Relena tried to slow her breathing, and couldn't stop the wide smile that spread across her face as she nodded slowly.
"Yes, Jerome," she said quietly, "I'd love to go on a date with you."
And though her plans would've worked perfectly due to this, because it'd been exactly as she wanted, the moment he'd asked, all plans, schemes, and games were forgotten.
It was only the knowledge that she would be attending dinner with him sometime that kept a smile on her face, for it truly had nothing to do with making Heero squirm.
It seemed as if her plan had somewhat back-fired, and she could honestly care less.
To Be Continued
So what'd ya think? I'm not too pleased with this chapter myself, it seemed to go basically nowhere, and I couldn't even come up with a cliff- hanger....oh well...I do hope you all enjoy. I really appreciate all the lovely reviews, and I hope everyone continues to read and review. Thanks!
-Bama's Belle